#i’m super scared about going to class tomorrow actually

[tiredg0ds]

i hate living in america lol

[spydergaz]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ not a lot, just forever.

🍂📀🍁

word count : 654

cw: fluff, no actual pronouns used, peter is awkward as hell, idk your vibe, but it’s a good one, peter is a cranberries fan.

a/n: i haven’t properly written something in forever :/ but i’m trying i swear lol. i was also listening to Adrianne Lenker while writing this so that may have influenced this a bit.

the leaves crunch under your converses as you walk, your arms swinging loosely by your sides as you wave your hands in the breeze. you’re walking across campus to your next class, a routine you've grown fond of due to the simplicity of it all. you consider yourself a simple person, you enjoy small things like rocks and the sound of the river that flows under the bridge of your campus.

you’re also noticeably quiet, so much so that your teachers have stopped trying to get you to participate in group discussions. you don’t mind though, you’re content being by yourself.

and so is peter. he’s just as quiet as you, he always has headphones on. you can faintly hear his music, you like the fact that he likes the cranberries, you do too. but he tends to sit away from you, he doesn’t hate you, how could he? the way you skip around campus, the way you collect and paint rocks, the way you sit by the river, the way you’re so freely yourself.

his crush on you is something you’re oblivious too, and he’s too scared to even look at you. he’s read so many books on nature related topics that he might turn into a walking weed, he’s replayed a conversation with you in his head so much he could write a script about it. he wants to ask you to get coffee, he’s seen you sip coffee once or twice, maybe he’ll ask you to see a movie?

he knows you like superheroes, he sees the superman pin on your tote bag. but talking to you seems like his kryptonite, like he’ll die if he tries.

but today he’ll try, he’ll try and push past that fear and talk to you.

~

it’s the afternoon, you’re sitting on a bench and quietly sketching the trees in front of you. your foot lightly tapping on the grass to your music that plays softly in your headphones.

he feels like he’s being creepy, holding flowers for a person who doesn’t even know him. but he sighs and walks up to you, cringing at himself as he taps your shoulder.

“hi uhm, i’m not trying to be creepy but-“ he’s cut off by your eyes peering into his, he feels so small when you look at him with those pretty eyes.

“are those flowers?”

“for you.”

“me..?” you smile as he hands them to you, they’re some sunflowers, they’re fake, but the gesture is nice anyways. “the real ones are super expensive and uh-“

you shake your head and look up at him again. “i get it, it’s okay.” he nervously laughs, mindlessly fidgeting with his fingers.

“could i ask your name?” you reply with your name and he smiles, smiles that you trust him enough already for that. “i’m peter parker, i promise i’m a lot more composed usually.”

you laugh at the self deprecating joke.

“i’ve seen you in class.”

“well i don’t tend to turn invisible, i’ve seen you too. which is why i’m giving you flowers.”

you smile, you appreciate how nice he is and how awkward he is too. “i was- am asking you out by the way, if you’re… interested?” you nod, laughing a bit.

“well don’t laugh at me, i’m trying!” his voice is mockingly whiny as he laughs with you. “but you’re like.. okay with going on a date?” you nod again, stifling your laughter for his sake.

“how does a cafe sound?”

“i like the sound of that, I’m always in a mood for coffee.”

“when do you… wanna go?”

“tomorrow? after class?”

“holy shi- uh- yeah that’s okay.” and with that he stands there awkwardly before clearing his throat and nodding, sighing of relief. “yeah i’ll see you tomorrow! uh, i’ve gotta bounce.” you nod in response and wave him goodbye as he runs off, you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

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[sadie-bug345]

Ok so can I maybe get greasers headcanons with an absolute academic weapon s/o (think Rory Gilmore/annabeth chase/Devi Vishwakumar) who’s parents like make them get all A’s and they are very Ivy League bound, always dressing in blazers/looking very sharp and corporate and super ambitious? (Probs academic rivals with pony lowkey 💀) Thanks so much lmao I think Dallys is going to be 🔥🔥

YESSS 🫶🫶 i myself am an academic weapon🧐(JK LMAO ap physics has made me lose my will to live) ANYWAYS

ponyboy:

yall are actually so cute together ngl

like you guys study for tests together and do hw together

cause you guys are in the same honors classes and stuff

some days pony will get cocky and be like “i’m so much better than you at bio” or smth like that (🙄)

and then you guys get into competitions to see how many times you can get correct answers in class it’s actually crazy

everyone else in class is like 😟 LMAOO

sodapop:

soda is a little on the dumber side😭

im sorry i feel like its canon that he’s a lil slower

WHICH IS OK

but he’ll try and watch you do hw and then get bored like instantly

that or confused

he always says “i was good at math til they added letters🤓☝️”

and you’re just like🥱

LMAO you guys are good for each other tho

cause you convince him to prioritize some form of learning

and he helps you let loose

johnny:

he is honestly really sweet🫶

like understanding when you turn down hangouts cause you got final exams and you cram like crazy

but he also loooves just chilling in your room while you do homework

his catchphrase is “just ask the teacher tomorrow, man”

and you’re just like “🧍‍♀️ it’s a friday night”

anyways he’s just really supportive and proud when you come back with all As on your report card🙏😜🤩

darry:

HE GETS IT

he is real supportive

hes all abt that grind as we know PLUS he canonically gets on pony for his grades

so he’s glad that he don’t gotta worry at all abt that for you

he’s so proud and happy when you get a good score on a test you were worried about and yall go on a lil date night🫶🙏

dally:

he couldn’t care less i’m sorry😭🥱

like DONT GET ME WRONG

hes secretly like super impressed and proud to have a smart asf s/o

but he gets butthurt when you blow him off cause you got a test tomorrow and you’re going to bed early

dal never really had the internal motivation to actually put stuff into school so he just doesn’t get it

whenever you try and include him w your studying/homework he tries to help w flashcards

and whenever you get the answer right and it’s super specific he’s just like 😟

and you’re like “right?” and he’s like “…yeah”

MY GUY IS SCARED cause he knows you could just totally destroy him intellectually🧐

also cause he’s scared you’ll realize you’re too good for him

but its okay 🫶🫶

two-bit

he thinks school is boring like bruh is a total super duper senior just for the friends but the academics

BRO CLOCKS OUT

meanwhile it’s like a major part of your life

hes really impressed

whenever you get some academic award he’s always like “WOOOOOO”

LMAO

you guys have really funny fake arguments

which you destroy him in

youre just like “that’s a fallacy…and that’s a fallacy…bandwagon”

boom roasted asf

steve:

you tutor him kinda on yiur school subjects

yk the study method where you explain a concept to someone else to help you remember it?

you do that for him but he’s just like 😀🧍‍♂️

“and that’s pretty much what mitosis is!”

and hes like ”…i’m glad😀”

LMAOOO

he’ll also try and teach you abt cars and car parts

which is just a bit of a struggle🤏😀

TYSM FOR REQUESTING🤩 my inbox is open! i’m really trying to get to everyone’s and some take more thought for me to plan than others so sorry if they take a while🥰🤪‼️

[cynicalstudy]

Big shoutout to my silly lil friends on the Persona 5 Giant/Tiny server for giving me the courage to upload these headcanons! If you like g/t I’d recommend joining :D the person who has the link is @andtheyreonfire AKA Waffle!😊

So I really liked the idea of Persona 5 G/T and I actually have a lot of headcanons for Danganronpa too! I’m gonna share the ones I have for V3 in this post as a change of pace from my art content.

(Also, none of this is canon to any story. I’m also not basing it off of canon besides their personalities so! Please keep this in mind💪)

🖤Shuichi Saihara - He could go both ways! If he was a tiny, he’d definitely be super respectful and quiet. Almost to a point where you’d get nervous if you couldn’t hear him and you’d think you accidentally stepped on him by mistake. If he was a giant, he’d take very good care of tinies. He’d even put them on his hat so they could stay with him.

🩷Kaede Akamatsu - She’d be the cutest tiny or the gentlest giant. She’s so lovable as a tiny that Shuichi constantly fawns over her whenever she does something. She has one of those mini pianos (like from Spongebob hehehe) that she plays whenever possible. As a giant, she’d protect any borrowers from whatever they needed. She’d cuddle with them too to make them feel better after a long day.

💚Rantaro Amami - He’s 100% a giant, no questions asked. He’s so friendly to tinies and he protects them from everything. If you sit on his head, his hair smells like coconut or strawberry shampoo. He’ll cook lunch and feed you by hand until you’re full. His voice is loud and deep, but it’s not scary; rather, it’s very comforting. He’s super gentle when handling you, and he seems like the type to slip you into his pocket to keep you warm. I have so much to talk about regarding giant Rantaro pls someone ask PLEASE /J

💜Kokichi Oma - A very mischievous and chaotic tiny for sure. There’s an assignment due tomorrow? You’ll wake up to find mini handprints all over your paper. You’re asleep? He’ll take the opportunity to draw on your face. Little things here and there will “vanish”. If you pick him up by the back of his shirt he’ll taunt you as you reprimand him.

🩵Tsumugi Shirogane - Could go either way! I could see her absolutely fangirling over tinies and going, “you must be a borrower like in The Secret World of Arietty!” She ADORES tinies and sews little clothes for them to wear. If she was a tiny herself, she’d probably go into dollhouses and borrow the clothes from them. Maybe she’d even modify them for herself :))

🩶Kirumi Tojo - She’d probably be either or, it really depends. She’d tidy up your room as a tiny and leave lil notes around, specifying exactly what it was she cleaned. She’d help you cook like Remy from Ratatouille by sitting on your head. If she was a giant, she’d take such good care of tinies. She’d make them feel comfortable for sure.

🧡Korekiyo Shinguji - I can’t really see him as anything other than tiny. He’ll be reading books in his lab. He’d admire his classmates from afar, envious of humanity but still liking to see their behavior. He likes to sneak up on people and listen to them to continue his research. He’s on the dining room table and salt is nearby? He’ll conduct a mini seance and scare the living daylights out of Kaito.

💖Miu Iruma - She’s definitely a tiny herself. She borrows dozens of scrap metal parts and objects to create her gadgets. Kiibo holds her up to the others so she can present her latest ideas. She flies around on her lil hovercraft around campus.

💛Angie Yonaga - Tiny lil painter in your pocket kinda person. She’ll doodle all over your hand during class for sure. She loves leaving little handprints on your papers too.

❤️Maki Harukawa - A very angry tiny with all this rage, but she can’t even reach where she’s trying to get to. She’s super skilled at parkour and navigating the giant world. She’s borrowed countless weapons like toothpicks and staples to use against others. If you pick her up, she’ll try to escape any way she can. She’ll retreat to her lil borrower home at night and go out searching for things in the morning.

💙Ryoma Hoshi - Not gonna lie, I don’t really have much for Ryoma, but I feel like he’d be a tiny. He could probably ride around on his cat across campus (granted he has the cat in the first place LMAO)

🤎Gonta Gokuhara - Pretty obvious, but definitely a giant. He’s got plenty of experience with bugs and other forest creatures to know how to properly handle tinies.

🤍Kiibo - He’d be a super awkward giant for sure, but in the cutest way possible. He’s super careful with them and always does his best to make sure tinies are ok.

💜Kaito Momota - Definitely giant, he has the energy of one. He’ll find Maki and Shuichi and take them to do training with him in his room on the desk. He often forgets to be careful with tinies and tends to grab them roughly, though he always apologizes.

💚Tenko Chabashira - A giant for sure, she loves tinies/borrowers. She’s super fond of female borrowers and has little rest stations set up in her room for them. She especially adores Himiko and gushes over her any chance she gets because of how cute she is.

❤️Himiko Yumeno - She’s probably a tiny. She’ll do little magic tricks and everyone will love them. She’s got her own custom deck of miniature cards and her little staff was created from a toothpick.

And that’s all! If people want, maybe I’ll make more :D

[lilslifearchive]

Wednesday, April 24th 2024

look at the pretty pictures I took of my room this morning when the sun was finally out for like half an hour!!

It’s been raining for almost two weeks straight with occasional hailstorms… I can’t wait for it to be summer. other than that I talked to someone new today in one of my english classes. and the conversation didn’t feel one sided for once! maybe I’ll be able to talk to her again on friday and who knows - maybe a friendship will develop out of this.

this semester I’m taking a speaking english class and I’m struggling soo much with the voiced s and th sounds, it’s like I’m physically not able to produce them. if someone has any tips plsss let me know!!

tomorrow I have to get like super early because of my 8am lecture. and I have a doctors appointment in the evening so hopefully I won’t fall asleep in the doctor’s chair. anyway, I’ve got a new lecture tomorrow which I’m scared but also pretty excited about. I don’t really got a glue how it’ll be structured and what exactly will be expected of me (exam, paper, readings etc.) but I’ll find out tomorrow morning.

finally, I’m about to finish the book I’ve been reading for the last couple of weeks. it’s part 21 of a crime series and I randomly picked it up at the bookstore and just decided to go for it. I’ll let you know what I think about it once I’m actually done just so I’m not jumping to any conclusions here.

are you reading anything atm? :)

[prettypurpleponies]

We went to our first show on Friday!

The pony was good, rider mediocre and it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either. I think we started with a too high of a height and we’re just over faced and struggling the whole time. We did the .7-.75 and we just have to be so perfect at that height and I just couldn’t do for that many jumps in a row. It didn’t help that there was a lot of confusion about when to go schooling first and then going back and then being told oh you’re going soon oh just kidding it’s still like an hour. So I think I had a tired and sleepy and over it pony even before we started.

She still listened super well and tried her best for me and I’m very proud of her. I was tense and scared and sucked back at all of the jumps especially on the first round. So we had a refusal in the first round, but we’re able to get it the second times

The second round was longer but I did my best to really push her around although we fell more to the running side than the forward and energetic side. And we had two rails. But still our best one.

And then for our third course we had another refusal at that same jump from the first round. And then didn’t get it on the second time and so we’re eliminated. Which was a really bad way to end the day and made me feel like I set my pony up for failure.

There were still some good jumps in there and she really did try her best for me. It was just a long tiring day at a height that’s challenging for us and I really should have started with the .6s. I had asked my trainer the week before if I should do the .6 or .7s and she said if just do the .7s, .6 is so so small. But then when she would talk about who was what doing what she kept saying I was doing the .6s. So idk maybe that got in my head a bit. Andy friend kept being like oh you should just do the .7s. That’s what we’ve been doing in lessons. And lesson course had been going well.

But you should really jump lower at shows especially your first together so I’m feeling bad about my choices. Not the actual riding so much because I think me and my horse both have our best efforts. But the height decision and all of the warm up and schooling decisions. So hard to feel good about that. And it means we didn’t place in any of the classes. Which is fine, but I did really want a ribbon to commemorate the day. And it’s just nice to have something to take home to show for your work. I wish they gave out score sheets. I’d feel better about a last place score sheet than nothing.

But it’s a multi day show and Sunday we dropped down to the .6m and I feel good about that. I just want to give me and the 13.3h pony a little bit more room for error and a hopefully a better round. And if it goes really well we can add one .7-.75 m class. And tomorrow I know that I don’t want to school before hand, I’ll just do a short warm up and hopefully all of that will result in a better day

[inkofamethyst]

May 13, 2023

Highkey stressed about my cell bio grade.  I mean, I know, grades don’t matter, grades don’t determine my worth, I’m already in my dream program, etc etc etc.  It’s jus that the grading scheme is so terribly opaque that I honestly have no idea what to expect from that class when grades are finalized.  I’ve learned a ton in cell bio this sem but disliked the way the class was run from the start.  Just really unsatisfying, uninspiring.  I mean I know that even if I got a B, it wouldn’t matter in a year, ultimately, but right now?? it would feel like I got ji-- oh my god, wait.  That word is based on a slur, isn’t it? and spelled with a “g-y-” and not a “j-i-”... I’ve never put that together before!  Well.  If I got a B after having a literal 99% average across the three exams, I might end up on national news.  It’d be my villain origin story during my three-month summer villain arc.  I’d decry higher education.  I would never donate to this school ever.  Should I become famous, I’d sully this school’s name and place all of the credit to my success in my graduate school’s hands.

And speaking of grad school, somehow I’m going to have to cope with the fact that not only will I be unable to do-it-all in grad school, but I’ll probably have to do-even-less.  I simply will not be able to join all the clubs and things I’d like.  These past two years, I feel like I’ve settled into a good rhythm: performing arts org, service org, culture org.  I don’t even know if I’ll have time for just those three categories.  I’m excited about the move but certainly nervous about everything else.

Actually, the nerves have really begun setting in over just the last few days.  I’ve been feeling as though I’m not really cut out for this?  There’s the fear of “well what if I can’t make the cut?” and “what if I decide that it’s not for me?” and “do I actually deserve this?” because even though a PhD is not really a path I’m pursuing to make others proud, I feel as though a lot of my family’s pride is wrapped up in not only what I’m doing but where I’m going to do it.  There’s a fear of the unknown there, you know?  I cannot easily see what comes next.  I am not stepping out of my comfort zone.  I am leaping several yards away from my comfort zone.

I tell people that I’m excited because I am.  But I’m also a little scared.  I am afraid that I’m not ready.  I suppose I should take comfort in the fact that so many people seem to disagree with that.

Today I’m thankful that I managed to finish braiding my hair on time and that it looks really really nice.  Also lowkey thankful that we didn’t end up going out that very night because after finishing my hair I had a 36-hour headache from it which made me super cranky (but my parts are clean and my grip was superb).

Concerts tomorrow.  Honestly?  Excited, but ready for them to be over.

[youdontknowwheretogofromhere]

Monday, September 23, 2024 8:42 pm

so

i didn’t go to school today :P i’ve been sick since friday and it’s gotten a little better i guess. i was sooo sick friday i literally couldn’t stand up, i was so hot and sweaty it was gen disgusting

anyways, I’m still sick and i’ve been having loads of nosebleeds so that sucks, thats actually why i didn’t want to go to school cuz i was scared of my nose bleeding in the middle of class and most of my teachers don’t have tissues so id just be kinda fucked

sorry for swearing, I’m just a little runt you know? i also have homework due tomorrow that i’ve had since like thursday to do and i haven’t done it soo

as you know per my last post, I’m 16(i don’t remember if i said that lol) and I’m such a fucking loser i know but i’ve got a boyfriend(?) for the first time(ill explain later) but i’ve met him on discord cuz i was super desperate and whatever

and i’ve met him

changing the song I’m listening to hold on

i’ve met him about a little more than a month ago(i’ve been trying to make more bad decisions lately) actually i want to expound up l

sorry my nose started bleeding a little bit

i want to expound upon that more. i felt like i’ve been too responsible my whole life, like internet safety meant the world to me and shit. but then i was like, am i missing out? not that i want bad shit to happen to me, but i feel like everyone has does stupid internet shit once in their life so like i want it too?? and i feel a little more stupid because like my actions lack authenticity so it’s so much lamer. like if i was some 16 year old kid that’s just so desperate for a relationship they date some internet because they haven’t thought about the repercussions then it’s like a thing to look back on and ittle be like “ohh i was such a dumb kid hahah” but since i know what I’m doing i just look like a dumb fuck.

it’s not even that i don’t like the guy, he’s really nice to me and he acts like he really likes me. idk if he’s lying to get something out of me but I’m just gonna pretend it’s real for now and hope it goes well for me

that sounds really sad lol. i just mean like he’s the only person ever in my life that has acted attracted to me and everything so like ther

changed the song again

there’s something there that’s keeping me instead of just letting me realize this is a really bad idea and i shouldn’t just block him or something. he’s got something up with him and maybe i’ll complain about it another day but

OMG ALSO like 20 minutes ago i asked him if he wanted to call and he didn’t answer cuz ig he’s too busy playing dark souls 1 or something. which only pisses me off cuz it took a lot out of me to even ask. i have social anxiety(idk what it is actually) but like i feel like genuine pain when i have to speak to people and reaching out to him almost made my heart explode, which it does all the time. and ive been trying to make an effort to be braver and talk to people more but its so hard. its been working tho, I’m actually able to start and somewhat hold a conversation now. actually the only reason we r even talking rn is cuz i was trying to get better at social interaction. like the third time he dmed me, i considered not responding and just ghosting him but i was like, “NO. YOU NEED TO COMMIT TO THIS.” so i did and now we are like dating(?)

to explain the question marks, and i still haven’t gotten over this. he asked me one day if we were together or something along those lines then i was like “i though we were already together” and he’s all like “well if we were together i think we would text more”

and omg it pissed me off to no end. THE GUY WHO CANT TEXT ME FIRST SAYS WE NEED TO TALK MORE. ARE TOU FUCKING SERIOUS??? like dude so we aren’t dating in ur book unless we talk more(and this is after he said we were taking things slow, which i[how do i do italics] thought was code for casual dating) and then won’t fucking talk to me unless i say something

and I’m only complaining cuz he’s older than me(he’s 18) and has also been in a relationship before( also told me one time that i was acting like his ex and i almost shot and killed myself) like dude, i already told you about my anxiety and shit

whatever anyways it’s been like 30 minutes and he still hasn’t said anything. who cares. i didn’t. even want to call him anyways

what really sucks is i really like him and think about him all the time and idk and i haven’t called him in like a week T-T

I’m so fucking lame god

okay i don’t think i have any more things to complain about so i hope you all have a good day/night/morning! i love you. i really do love you. you took the time to read my stupid ramblings and i really love you. god i want to cry but i can’t even cry anymore

should i start numbering these?

9:15 pm

[kitoodle]

/personal post bc i dont rlly have any other outlet rn as its 4am

trying to figure out if i need to make a trip to urgent care in the morning. woke up with some of the most obscene fucking lower abdominal pain i have ever had in my life. was crying and gagging and shit and actually thought i was gonna faint. i curbed it by taking three ibuprofen and sitting in a hot bath for awhile but now that i’m out i still feel a pretty intense pressure there.

i’m supposed to start my period VERY soon but it doesn’t feel like menstrual cramps at all?? if it is it will be the first time i’ve had cramps this bad since i was like 14 or 15. i’m just scared it’s something worse or that i’ll have menstrual cramps this bad frequently and i can’t handle that. my pain tolerance is so fucking bad and i’m like 80% sure i have vasovagal syncope triggered by pain

being sick is the last thing i need right now. there’s only a couple weeks of my classes left for the semester and i want to end strong. i have like 6 exams still left in these few weeks (STEM student hell) and multiple projects to work on. i have my undergrad research and two classes tomorrow. i’m already super anxious about missing class at all, and who knows how long i would be at the urgent care if i needed to go. the pain was so bad earlier i don’t think i would even be able to drive myself if it hits again

just screaming into the void because i’m very stressed and worried rn

[umichenginabroad]

(Prague) WEEK 4: Copenhagen, criminals, dystopian hostel, LDOC

Dobry den!! 

Last weekend I flew from Prague for the first time, and it was very easy. We took an uber to the airport and got there 1.5 hours before our flight, which was plenty of time. Security was very fast and the airport was pretty small so it was easy. We arrived in Copenhagen in the morning and immediately checked into our hostel. When I tell you our hostel was a literal CLOSET. In a giant room full of other little pods. It was so dystopian and kinda looked like a jail, but the bathrooms and common area were super nice to make up for it. Our pod fit the three of us just fine but we couldn’t all stand up at the same time lol.

Our pod and the giant hallway full of other pods

We walked around so much (my feet are dying), went to a cute flea market, tried a traditional Danish meatball smorrebrod, saw the famous street with the colorful buildings, and so much more. There were also docks on the water where people were tanning, swimming, and hanging out. We were planning on going to a food market and getting snacks to have a picnic at the docks but unfortunately it rained the rest of the day. 

Nyhavn and the docks

Flea market and cute flower shops everywhere!

We got checked on the bus and it was so scary. We had bought tickets for every other train/bus that we took, but we couldn’t figure out how to buy bus tickets and were so exhausted from walking all day so we just decided to wing it. The checkers came on the bus and yelled at us and took pictures of our IDs. I was so scared at first but they said since we are tourists it’s just a warning and we can’t ride public transportation without a ticket again. I told my family we are international criminals to scare them lol, but it wasn’t a big deal. I just know in the future to always buy a ticket!! It would’ve been so much worse if it happened in Prague since I’m living here, but luckily I bought the monthly tram pass here.

On Sunday when we got home, the weather was so nice so we decided to spend the day outside. We took a nap in the sun at Riegrovy Sady and finally got a little bit of a tan (it’s hard to get tan when you’re in class all day and we've been feeling pasty haha). Then Alyse and I went to La Boheme to struggle through our math homework, and the coffee and food was so good it made up for the difficult math problems.

Last week we spontaneously booked a flight for Ibiza to spend 24 hours there and see Calvin Harris and David Guetta so stay tuned to see if I make it out alive. We leave tomorrow and I can’t wait!! (If you can’t tell from these pictures, we were very excited to book it). But I have my linear algebra midterm two days after we get back so I was on my grind this whole week studying and sleeping a lot.

Getting excited and listening to Calvin Harris while we book our flights

Weekly favorites:

Coffee: Dirty Maple from La Boheme

Cafe: Vzorkovna (not exactly a cafe lol but we love this place. You can research if you want)

Restaurant: The Bowls

Sight: National Gallery (we went for class and some of the exhibits were super cool!)

Another amazing week in Prague/Europe! We’re now at the halfway point (I’m typing this in my very last art history class!), which actually makes me so sad. For our last day, our teacher took us to a cafe where we all got ciders and hung out, and it was such a special moment. I’m excited to only have one class a day moving forward, but I feel like I haven’t been in Prague for very long! My roommates and I were talking about how we planned all our trips and we will miss sitting down at our kitchen table together and stressing for hours as flight prices go up and down lol. We only have 2 more trips planned after this weekend, which makes me so sad. However, we are staying in Prague next weekend which I’m very excited about, because I haven’t spent a weekend here since the first weekend I got here. Thanks for keeping up with my adventures, see you next week!!

Parker Peterson

Industrial and Operations Engineering

Engineering in Prague

[tr4sh-hive-3]

i need HELP pLEASE (& thank you)

fuck fuck fuck fuCK fUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

i need help.

I am simply in shambles.

hi! my name’s pan, I’m 13, and I’m failing all my classes. Fuck! I’m so lonely. Everyone’s disappointed in me. I can’t do anything. I can’t do anything. Please help me.

I want to do something. I need to do something, anything. I can write. I can go full fucking Hamilton on this bitch. Like tomorrow won’t arrive, like I’m running out of time, like it’s going out of style, all that jazz. that’s my only skill, but fuck it’s pretty goddamn useful. I can do five (5) things; read, write, think, talk, and love. last one probably wouldn’t be super useful for college.

okay, I think I’ve calmed down a bit. hear me out. I will post something on tumblr everyday. everyday. cause if I can’t do something regularly that actually takes consistent memory and planning and commitment and all that fucking jazz I’m gonna start having suicidal daydreams again. even if it’s a stupid shitpost, I need————fucking something. This post has been in my drafts for, probably, some amount of weeks. I didn’t even finish that last sentence, “I need-“. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

Yeah, writing is not useful. Theoretically, it should be, right? I should be seducing teachers and colleges and all sorts of academics with essays, but I’m not. I’m not even that good at writing. Mama says I am but she’s fucking lying. She also says I’m beautiful and smart and hardworking. The only reason I don’t have suicidal fantasies is cause of my mama. I love my mama very much. But she’s a fucking liar.

I can’t write. (4).

The only thing I read is fanfiction. I’m just gonna be honest ‘bout that. I’ve read the first 5 chapters of Divergent and Jesus fucking Christ it’s boring as fuck. Hold on: reading test scores. I’m usually in the 99th percentile for reading comprehension/proficiency. And lemme tell you, every time I take one of those silly little tests, it does WONDERS for my ego. But I am unable to read regularly.

I can’t read. (3).

Pretty sure I have severe social anxiety. I’ve always thought I would be able to talk to and entertain and charm people easily. Because I can talk to myself. I’m always talking to myself in made-up scenarios. And I’m always charming and entertaining. It’s so annoying when I’m trying to socialize with actual humans and I keep stuttering and going quiet and covering my face in embarrassment. And at first I thought it wasn’t that bad. That I could make those annoying-ass mannerisms kinda cute, right? And I could lean into it and make “cute’n’shy” the selling point of my personality. I know that sounds super cringey. This whole post sounds super cringey. And my last post too. I’m so scared that everyone else thinks I’m cringey and annoying and obnoxious and too loud or too quiet and not worth talking to. Anyway, that selling point does not work. It just gives me more anxiety. And fuck if I know the impression it makes on anyone else.

I can’t talk (to other people). (2).

I think I might be cupioromantic. I’ve read about romance. I’ve heard it described as butterflies and ecstasy pills. Romantic, sexual attractions are supposed to be strong feelings. Or at least enjoyable ones. And heartbreak is supposed to feel physically painful. I’ve never felt any of those. I thought I was touch-starved, but there’s this guy that I don’t particularly like who says he has a crush on me and we cuddle at the bus stop and sure the cuddles are fine and I don’t mind his company but I am not attracted to him at all. For some reason, I thought cuddling with a tolerable person would be super nice? But it’s not. So now I’m kinda just doing it so he doesn’t feel rejected. Not that I’m leading him on! I’ve been very clear that I am very much not attracted to him. I guess we’re friends. He refers to me as his crush. I don’t like that. This love rant has gotten kind of off topic. Back on track; I keep having these fantasies with a nameless person in which I hold their hand, kiss their forehead, make them pancakes, sing them love songs, write them love letters, give them little romantic gifts, pet their hair till they fall asleep, etc. I’ve never actually felt that way about a real person. I might not ever feel that way about a real person. All this romance stuff is really confusing and annoying. I’ll just stick to platonic relationships for now. But I don’t have any friends. I really hope everyone’s indifferent towards me. It’s so much easier to be unknown than it is to be disliked. I’m not sure which one I am.

I can’t love. (1).

My grandfather patented a medical imaging thingamajig. He was pretty smart. He’s dead now. I’m actually typing this from one of his three phones that I inherited cause my old one got stolen. I always liked the bastard. My dad yelled at him a lot but he didn’t give a shit. He never got upset or offended or quiet or loud back when my dad was an ass to him. Maybe he wasn’t the best parent. His kids (my dad and tia) turned out to be some nasty pieces of work. Actually, just my dad. Tia’s fine—just kinda loopy and alcoholic. She’s really nice. Her husband’s an ass, though. And her son. I can’t really blame the son. His parents are a little subpar. I got off topic again. Sorry. It’s kinda late and I’ve been dreadfully sick these last few days. You’ve got an attention span of steel if you’ve made it this far. Sorry again, back on track:

Following the pattern of this text post, I am now going to prove my state of <no thoughts head empty>.

I overthink things. A lot. I think there’s something wrong with me. Or maybe I don’t. Maybe my thoughts are completely normal. Maybe this is what it’s like inside everyone’s head. But if I’m the same as everyone else, why is it that the average “everyone else” can function as a human being? I can’t function. I can barely brush my teeth everyday. Let alone exist bearably in a school setting. Grades are the only things that matter right now. And mine are shit. So I don’t matter. I can’t even force myself to try. All of it is so fucking boring. AND I’M OFF TOPIC. AGAIN. FUCKING CHRIST. MY GRADES? SHIT. GRADES DIRECTLY CORRELATE TO? INTELLIGENCE AND MANAGEMENT SKILLS. INTELLIGENCE AND MANAGEMENT SKILLS DIRECTLY CORRELATE TO? THINKING. ABILITY TO THINK. ABILITY TO BRAIN PROPERLY. BRAINING. BRAINING WELL. ZAPPING THE FUCKING BRAIN CELLS IN PROPER FUCKING ORDER. ALL THE BRAIN CELLS. FUCKING. BRAIN CELL ORGY. HOTEL? MOTHERFUCKING TRIVAGO.

Think? I cannot. Can’t think. I cannot think. (0).

Okay! That’s all five! I have zero (0) skills! Yay! Shit! I have provided evidence and reasoning. I’m so proud of myself. I’ve finally gotten to the end of this godforsaken text post. This bitch has been in the drafts for weeks. What was even the point of this? Is this what is feels like to finish something? To accomplish a task?

If you’re actually reading this, congratulations. You’re ready to kill god. If you haven’t already. You have the focus of a goddamn hawk.

I. Am. Going. To. Stop. Rambling

I. Am. Going. To. Post. Everyday.

(insert clever sign-off here)

[tap1rs]

not sure if anyone is gonna read this but yknow what. this is my blog and i will blog about my life. i got wordy (which is uh. really not a surprise tbh) so i’m putting a read more.

so today was good? classes were really cool, i'm interested in all the subjects i'm taking, as usual. tbh, i find everything interesting, especially when the person relaying info is really passionate about it. i'm not sure if this is related to my adhd, but it feels like it might be?

i am super exicted about my first class of the day: hieroglyphics! we’re gonna be learning about egyptian and maya writing systems and i am just super hyped up about it. i’m an english major right now, but i’ve applied to various cal state universities as a linguistics major because languages are so awesome and i love them and how they develop and how they interact and how we shape them and how they shape us

i’m not sure if this is true for everyone, but my community college experience has been that each semester there’s like. one person who is in two of your classes. this semester, there is a guy in my hieroglyphics course who was in my astronomy course last semester and we’ve talked a bit before; and a guy in both my hieroglyphics and Black history course. my britlit class has a lot of familar faces too, because it’s like. britlit part two. i’m sitting between the same people i did last semester

actually i have had classes in each of the rooms i’m in this semester before? like the actual physical room. neat

switched out the tote i used for my knitting for the star trek tote my momma gave me for my birthday. it’s nice and roomy, which is good, except it is also black and i lost my keys immediately after i put them in there this morning. gonna go look for a new keychain online tomorrow; i do have one but it’s of luna from sailor moon which. really doesn’t help.

i have like three hours between my first two classes and my last one; i thought it was only an hour and a half between them. i’m not mad about it? having extra time anchored to the library is a good thing for me. whenever i try and study at the library after class, i’m always like “i can do this at home AND be wearing comfier pants while doing so” even though the quality of the studying is always worse at home.

i wrote down the stripe pattern for the pillow case i’m working on in the margins of the notebook page i used for my last class and realized i am a heck of a lot closer to being done than i thought! like, i definitely will be completely finished by next tuesday.

anyways i went to the yarn store after classes bc i felt up to it and had the pattern with me so i was able to do the yardage calcs quickly for each color of yarn. the next project i’m gonna work on is a blanket (my first! i am both excited and scared) and well. i knew it was gonna be the most i ever spent in one go on yarn going in, and i really like the yarn i got (it’s so pretty ahh) but it was still like. oof. there goes my yarn budget for the first half of the semester.

that’s? most of what’s important for today. i forgot my sunglasses at home which suck but i put them into my tote as soon as i got home. i got an intro post to do and i need to finish up my csu applications (i uh. am at the literal last minute here. oof.)

current background noise is the 90s run of the outerlimits, season 1. low stakes and i am not super invested. it’s baby bear for me

[gurugirl]

Hii, it’s finals time at my uni and I’m super stressed, my last final is for my Chem class on the 21st (it’s a Wednesday I believe) could it be possible for one of the goodies you post to be out then? I always read one of your fics whenever I finish something big (kind of like a reward). If you can’t do that, that’s okay! I promise I feel just as rewarded rereading your fics, you’re just that good!! Side note: I’m shocked you were scared that people weren’t going to like priest Harry, rule of thumb babe: we love everything you write, never be scared about your talent<3

Ahhh! I’m so happy for you! It’s honestly same for me. Fall semester ends next week. I’m actually working on a final class project right now (due tomorrow morning). I am so glad to have this semester over with.

Part 3 of Forgive Me, Father will be posted on Wednesday so I’m not sure I want to post in addition to that (more than 1 fic posted same day might be too much and I don’t want to drown out the final part of priestrry bc I’ve put so much love into it).

But, hopefully priestrry will be okay for you! And thank you for the kind words 🖤

Xoxo

[lovrre]

Pink Walkman~

Eddie Munson X fem black reader 

Word count: 2,277

Summary: you’ve always had a huge crush on Eddie Munson but when you and your best friend make a deal that requires you to confess your feelings things take an unexpected turn. 

Warnings: pure smut, drug use(weed),cursing and a bunch of other stuff…

You had always had a thing for Eddie but he was never really your crowd. He didn’t seem to mess with what he thought was high Society type, high school girls. Plus the crowd you hung with wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. Last year you had him as a partner in your 3d sculpture and art Class. He might have not been good in his other classes but he was very creative and surprisingly good at drawing. He wasn't scary at all, just sweet and funny. You felt like if people actually knew him he wouldn’t have such a bad rep. You were telling your friend June that Tomorrow was your last period with Eddie before you switched classes

“You should definitely tell him you like him when you tutor him today,” June said excitingly at the lunch table. June wasn't like your other friends she didn’t care about social status or clothes just what she found interesting and she was The only other black girl in the school you clicked with.

“absolutely not, we’re cool but not that cool”  “girl he wants you, I can tell by the way his look lingers when you walk,” she says making a motion with her hand. “And you’ve been crushing so hard it might do you good” she says taking a fry off your tray. “No, he’s dose not” you say snatching the fry back and biting it. “why would he invite you over to his house to “smoke” if he didn’t want you” “Maybe because he’s a drug dealer June ?” you explain “if you kiss him OR at least

tell him you like him, I’ll give you my sister's old Walkman, with everything including”

“with the pink case and matching headphones?” You say raising an eyebrow “yes” “It's a deal then” you say smugly. You wanted that walkman since sophomore year and begged June to give it to you because her sister never even touched it.

After the lunch bell rang, you confidently strolled up towards Eddie. “Did you bring the textbook, it's the last day to practice for the final ” you say making sure that your forearm brushed up against his. A Look of horror paints his face as he talks “Shit- I could have sworn you said we’d use yours, I can go pick it up at my house if-”

a smile starts to appear on your lips and not knowing it Eddie starts smiling too “what’s so funny” he says now laughing with you. “Nothing just your face… “ you say motioning your hand around his expression “I have the book,” you say wiping away the tears that had formed due to your laughter. “ I’m just messing with you”

you say loosely grabbing onto his arm and dropping it. Another excuse just to touch him “You scared the shit out of me Y/N”. in reality you knew The situation wasn’t that funny but it was just his adorable face. He is just super cute his dimples that showed with his wide smile or his doe-like eyes. He really was the cutest thing ever and it felt like a big secret that only you were In on.

~~~~~~~~~

After school You and Eddie practice for his final using history flash cards in the caf  “who is the sixth President of the United States?” You say holding the card Close to your chest so he can’t see. You watch Eddie's gears turn as he tries to remember. “Remember the one that we said had the detachable beard”

he sits in silence for a second before answering “umm m...QUINCY ADAMS!” he says slamming down on the table “GOOD JOB, the fifth one in a row” you say giving him a high five before continuing.

After another hour of practice, you’re both were tired. But it still didn’t feel like the right time to talk about your feelings. “I know it was forever ago but does that offer for a smoke sesh still stand” “yeah of course”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie, pull up to his house after unbuckling your seatbelt you jump out of the van, you miss-step and accidentally slip on a rock scraping your knee in the process. Luckily Eddie didn’t see and you wipe off any visible dirt. Inside you plop down on his familiar couch. You had been to Eddie’s a couple of times always to grab a textbook or practice for a test never to genuinely hang out

Eddie goes into his room rummaging through threw a drawer before coming back with a small bag of weed. “You smoked before?” Eddie asked setting everything up on the Coffee table in front of us. “Ya, I used to smoke a lot actually,” You say readjusting Yourself on the couch. Eddie looks back at you surprised. “Really you, smoking ‘’a lot” the way he emphasized A lot made you laugh. “Ya before I moved, I wasn’t always Hawkins high society”

” Who would’ve thought”

~~~~~~

40 minutes later you and Eddie were off the walls talking about the dumbest shit imaginable.

“I think that Mr. Hagan is a registered sex offender, ACTUALLY I KNOW HE IS,” you say with A bowl of cereal in your hand that Eddie had got you. “ Nobody gets that mad over girls not wearing short ‘NOBODY” Eddie says pointing at you bowl in hand. you jump up at his validation

“THAT'S WHAT I KEEP SAYING his excuse is “uniform” DO YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIS STUDENTS!” “Just disgusting” Eddie exclaims as he walks into the kitchen “DO YOU WANT SOME PEACHES” he yells form the kitchen. “Yeah, sure”

A minute later Eddie comes out of the kitchen with two open cans of peaches with a fork in one of them. “Here you go malady,” he says handing you the can with the fork, you bring your knees up sitting cross-legged on the couch, blissfully eating the peach slices. when you hear slurping and turn your head to see Eddie inches away downing the peaches like they were soda.

Metal Can to mouth, his head thrown back exposing his Adam’s apple. You watched as the juice ran down his chin and neck leaving him glistening. Your mind instantly went to the gutter you hadn’t been with anyone in over a year and it was starting to take a toll on you

Your mind thought about the taste of his lips covered in peach juice and how sweet it probably tasted. but You closed your eyes tights and opened them Washing away the thoughts. After he finished, he put the can on the coffee table next to yours

Whipping the juice off with his arm Eddie gave you a big smile “FINISHED” he announced. “You’re adorable you know that like literally the cutest”. You say whipping more juice off his chin. For a moment things seemed slow as your hand stay still on his face. In seconds the space between you two was closed. The kiss started off soft and sensual but quickly escalated.

Eddie was grabbing at the back of your neck deepening the kiss “shit- you taste so good” he huffs as his lips finally leave yours for a breath. He Pushes you down on the couch so you’re laying completely flat on the sofa. His hands roam up your shirt hesitantly touching your bare stomach. You grab his hand bringing it up towards your breast.

Your legs wrap around his waist looking for some sort of friction. He stops sucking hickeys on the crook of your neck and looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. “You want this,I understand if -“ you pull his lips into yours only stopping to confirm. “Eddie I want you so fucking bad right now” you breathlessly whisper in his ear. That’s all the confirmation Eddie needs

He Swiftly stands up and picks you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, he leads you to his bedroom Plopping you down on the bed. Eddie was over you in a second helping you swiftly remove your clothes leaving you in nothing other than your bra and panties.

You internally praise yourself for wearing your new lacy pink set. Eddie took a second just taking you in before speaking your “so fucking beautiful” your core tightens at his words “take your shirt off” you breathe pulling at it. Without another word, his shirt is off “your wish is my command” he says before lowering himself in between your thighs. Holding them apart as he laid kisses on the insides of your thighs, closer and closer to your wet center.

Eddie loved the way the baby pink lace contrasted with your brown skin, he loved how smooth your skin looked. Just the sight of your Body made him harder

“Stop teasing,” you say from above pushing his shoulder with your foot. “it took me this long to have you I’m going to take my time,” he says begging to slowly rub your clothed cunt. The moisture from your wet core leaks through your lace panties. “So fucking wet” you clenched around nothing. Holding your panties to the side. Eddie began giving kitten licks to your center making you squirm under him.

You bit your lip but couldn’t contain your moans as his licks began to focus on your clit. In one swift moment, Eddie took off his rings and threw them somewhere in the room then sucked on two of his fingers before swiftly rubbing them against your wet slit. Slowly sliding in Eddie began to increase the speed of his tongue while pumping your cunt slowly.

You couldn’t control your body as your legs clenched around his head. “Faster” you moan barely able to speak. Your moans became louder as you feel your core tightening. Eddie quickly stopped throwing off your panties.

your legs squeeze together and He forcefully pulled them apart now eating you out more aggressively than before. He sucks on your clit and makes you call out his name. You now had a hand full of Eddie’s hair and were moving your hips against his mouth chasing Release. “Uhh Eddie don’t stop, don't ever stop” you scream as the knot in your stomach becomes undone. His groans into your center throw you over the edge. You cum all over his mouth, Riding down your orgasm Eddie keeps pumping his fingers inside you.

Finally Finished Eddie brought his fingers towards his mouth a sucked your juices off. “You taste so fucking good y/n,” he says rising back up towards your face. You looked at his face covered in sweat And cum, his hair sticking to his forehead. He just looks down at you with that adorable smile on his face “Oh I want you in me so bad, but first ” you say biting at his ear, you quickly grab a nearby blanket and wipe off his face.

You and him laugh at the act and then the moment stills again. Eddie kisses the hand you just used, the moment was romantic but you break the silence. “I want you in me Now,” you say snaking your hands down to fumble with his belt.

“I got it baby” Eddie pushes your hands down and quickly takes off his belt and throws his jeans off. Eddie leans over you to grab the condoms in his drawer. “What are you getting?”  “A Condom” Eddie replies grabbing one from the box in his drawer “I’m on the pill” you say smiling underneath him. “Oh Y/N You’re tryna kill me”

The thought of filling your tight cunt up with his cum was enough for him to bust right there.

Eddie quickly pushed down his boxers to expose his large pink cock coved in pre cum.

“You’re so big,” you said under your breath but Eddie heard you only fueling his drive. In one swift movement, Eddie plunged deep into your wet core. His dick filled you up and you moved at the stretch of him.

He gave you a second to adjust to his size before plunging into you like there was no tomorrow. Eddie Grabbed your leg a threw it over his shoulder To get a better angle. “so fucking tight” he groans in your ear, you clench around him and he groans. The sounds of your skin slapping against Eddie filled your mind leaving no room for thought. The moans that escaped your mouth were straight out pornographic.

You couldn't help but scratch up his back as he plunged inside of you hitting all the right spots. Eddie tried to hold in his moans but as he slid in and out of you his breaths became labored and he couldn’t hold them “this is mine” he repeated under his breath with every thrust “yours, all yours baby” you repeat in the crook of his neck. You began leaving sloppy kisses on his neck and face as he pounds into you

“Your close, I can feel it…me too baby,” Eddie says lifting your other leg over his shoulder. You feel a familiar knot in your stomach beginning to be undone. “Cum on my dick Y/N” he huffs out “cum in me, fill me ” You moan grabbing at the sheets you cum hard on his dick. Eddie lets out a loud groan and string of cuss words as he fills your cunt up to the brim. “Shit…Jesus. fucking. christ”

~~~~~~~~~

Later After Eddie cleans you and him up you lay your head on his chest and trace his tattoos with your finger “you know I’ve had a crush on you since forever” Eddie says wrapping One of your curls around his finger “No WAY!” you say look up at him chin now resting on his chest. “Yea I used to try so had to get your attention, with the outburst in the cafeteria, doing good on tests, going to BASKETBALL GAMES,” he says laughing to himself “aww baby, me too I’ve been wanting to jump your bones since I met you,” you say while giving him a small peck on the lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie became a well-known couple at Hawkins high. Of course, there was regular name-calling but it was better than you could have hoped. Eddie was the best boyfriend ever and you often listened to music together on your new Walkman.

Author note: this was my first ever fan fic so it’s probably a little wonky.

[creamytinydays]

The Crush: A Spiderman x Everlark crossover

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d, written quickly in the dark under a bridge like the troll I am, etc etc

Rated: M-ish? Kissing n stuff. 

Enjoy! 🕷

kpkpkpkp

I will never get sick of this. I’m hurtling through the air, as graceful as a ballerina, the alleyway a dark ribbon far below me. Jumping off of buildings used to terrify me. Now, it’s old hat.

I somersault through the air before landing lightly on the rooftop, my black boots barely making a sound on the concrete. 

Spiderman lands just a moment after I do. His toned body is wrapped up in red and blue spandex like a present. Even under the mask, I can tell he’s smiling. 

“Looks like we ruined their night,” he says, jerking his thumb to where we left two thieves webbed on the side of the building across the street. Their obnoxious voices carry across the street.

“Curse you, Spiderman!”

“God, do people really say that?" I wrinkle my nose although Spiderman can’t see under my mask. “So cliché.”

“Very unoriginal.” He laughs.

“I’m a little offended they’re not cursing me.” Granted, the Black Cat is much newer on the NYC superhero scene, but still. You’d think I’d get some credit.

Spiderman is watching me intently, and I assume he’s admiring my new costume. He’s barely kept his eyes off of it all night. I preen a little. I did a few favors for a tailor in Hell’s Kitchen, and he paid me back with this fitted all-black jumpsuit and matching cat-ear mask.

“Where to next?” I ask. The city is spread out like a maze of twinkling lights below us, and the night is young.

“Looks like this building could use some surveillance,” he says, his voice low.

“What? There’s nothing going -”

Spiderman pushes me up against a wall, his hands all over me. I lift up his mask just above his mouth and he moves mine, just high enough for our lips to touch. He kisses me hard, but I barely notice the bricks digging into my back. 

Yup. He definitely likes the new suit.

Normally I’m the one that pounces on Spiderman after patrol, but today his movements are urgent, like he wants to devour me. I am definitely not complaining. 

His slim hips press into me, making my head get fuzzy. He tastes like sugar and smells like rain. Last week, I was able to make him moan so loud it scared some pigeons. Tonight, I’ll try to make a new record.

I lick the soft skin of his neck and he groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

I bite him, scraping my teeth under his ear. “Ouch, that – ahhh—”

I lift his mask even higher, but he catches my wrist.

Damn.

“Don’t you think it’s time? We’ve been partners for months,” I pout.

He jerks his mask back on and leaps onto the wall above me so he’s well out of reach. 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” I cross my arms.

“Are you ready to reveal your identity?” he shoots back.

“How about you go first and we’ll see.” I twist some of the platinum blonde hair of my wig between my fingers. I always wonder what he would think if he saw my actual hair, which is long and dark. As for what’s behind his mask, it’s driving me crazy not to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cat,” he says flatly.

“Seriously? We were just getting started!” But it's too late, he's leapt off of the building and is swinging off into the distance, which is a bit dramatic if you ask me. I sigh.

Maybe he just doesn’t like you.

Insecurity twists in my stomach like a knife. But I push it away. Just because he doesn’t want to reveal his super-secret identity just yet doesn't mean anything.

I climb my way down into the alley, then head towards the Upper East Side, and home.

kpkpkp

Unfortunately, my commute home is interrupted. Or rather, I interrupt five men attempting to rob a woman in dark side street. I take four of the guys out easy, but without Spiderman to watch my back, one of the morons manages to slice my arm with his pocket knife. I punch him between the eyes a little harder than necessary and he falls to the pavement, which is perhaps an overreaction on my part, but very satisfying.

When the woman is safely on her way with her purse returned, I sprint home until I'm finally climbing in the living room window of the apartment that I share with my sister. 

“Look at you!” Prim is still in her scrubs, sitting on the couch. She eyes the blood dripping from my wound and sets her TV dinner aside. “I’ll go get my kit.”

“I’m fine!” I call after her, and try not to get blood on the carpet as I sink down at the kitchen table.

“You’re not fine,” Prim says. I only yell a little when she douses antiseptic on the wound. Luckily, Prim manages to stitch me up in no time.

“You’re so smart. Why didn’t Buttercup bite you instead of me?”

Prim swats me on the arm. "Buttercup didn’t bite you.”

"Sure he did. The bastard."

Buttercup, the cat in question, glowers at me from his chair. I don’t remember much about the night I got my powers - just the wet slide of rain on my skin, a dark alleyway, the smell of blood and finally waking up to a this damn tabby meowing at me, as if to say, “you're late.” He followed me home and hasn't left since.

“All set.” Prim sets down her needle and fixes me with an evil grin. “So, when are you going to ask out to Spiderman?”

I groan. “Thanks for the stitches, duckie." I ruffle her hair and dance past her to my room.

“Come on!” Prim calls, but I shut the door before she can give me the third degree. How can I ask him out when he can’t even trust me? What are we going to do, go on a date to a movie in full costume? I flop onto my bed. It’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, I sink gratefully into sleep.

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There’s nothing like New York City in the fall. The crisp air, the Halloween decorations on the stoops, and the store displays of diamonds. Ok, maybe that last one is not quite fall-themed, but I find myself drawn to the window of Tiffany’s where I try not to drool over a diamond necklace. My fingers itch. I’ve never broke into Tiffany’s, but it would be so easy. And don’t I deserve a little treat? Apparently, word has gotten around that I’m working with Spiderman, and now no shortage of freaks are crawling out of the woodwork to take a bite at me. Freaking Vulture of all people tried to take me out today during an early-morning patrol in Central Park, the jerk.

The necklace is so shiny, and princess-cut, which is my favorite.

But no, those days are over. When I got my powers, I promised myself I’d only steal enough to get Prim through med school, and pay for my degree. Those days are over.

With heroic restraint I turn away, and march to class along with a horde of my fellow NYU students. I find a seat in the huge lecture hall, filled with the chatter of students.

I’m just pulling out my notebook when a student beside me speaks.

“There’s something in your hair.”

“What?” I turn to see he’s cute, with intelligent eyes behind glasses.

“There.” He plucks a leaf out of my messy braid. “Have you been getting into fights with plants?” 

No, but Vulture thought it would be funny to throw me into a tree.

“Thanks,” I say. He flashes me a smile. He has a dimple, just one, on his right cheek. It’s adorable.

“Are you a criminology major?”

“Environmental science and French double major.”

He’s eyebrows disappear into his curly hair.

“Are you?” I ask. 

“I’m a computer science major. Just declared it. I was debating between chemistry and computer science for a while.”

My interest is piqued. I haven’t met a lot of computer science majors since they always seem chained to their laptops in the STEM labs. 

“Why does a future software engineer need to take Criminology 101?”

He fiddles with his pen. “Why are you taking this class? It’s not exactly a French major course requirement.” 

I can’t tell him it’s to help support my, uh, extracurriculars. He lets the question hang, and neither of us move to answer.

“What else are you taking?” I finally ask.

“Calculus, physics, Python. Oh, and photography.”

It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. That’s a lot of classes. “Why photography?”

“I have this internship with The Daily Bugle.”

I make a face. “Ugh, the Bugle is the worst. Always slandering Spiderman for literally no reason.”

I realize too late I’ve probably offended him, but he shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, I tend to agree. But it pays the bills.”

“I’m Katniss.” 

“Peeta.” He shakes my hand, and his bicep flexes under the blue long sleeve shirt that matches his eyes.

I’ll have to ask Spiderman if he knows Peeta. He has some contacts at the Bugle, like his photographer that magically gets all these amazing shots of Spiderman taking down bad guys. I’m beginning to think he takes his own photos and just sends them in to his photographer friend there. 

It looks like Peeta about to say something more but the professor strides in and the lecture begins. I scribble notes but keep getting distracted. Peeta laughs at the professor’s jokes, and each time my heart does this weird little flip. I even catch him staring at me once before he looks away hurriedly.

At the end of the hour, I’m packing my bag when he flashes me a smile.

“Want to grab coffee tomorrow? There’s this cute coffee shop called The Bean–“ 

“In the East Village?” It’s a clean but tiny hole in the wall, and hardly anyone goes there. I know this because Spiderman and I have been a few times to fuel up on caffeine before patrol.

Wait – is this a date? Peeta is smiling crookedly at me. I picture a flash of red and blue and guilt sits heavy in my stomach.

“Um, maybe?”

“Maybe?” Peeta cocks his head. I’m starting to melt under his guileless gaze and nerdy-cute glasses. How can I say no?

“No, I mean – yes. Yes, let’s get coffee.”

Spiderman has made it clear he doesn’t want to share his identity. Which I totally understand. But we can’t have a relationship if we’re always hiding behind a mask.

“Noon tomorrow?” I suggest. This date will be good for me. Even if Spiderman kisses me with the intensity of a fire consuming a house, even if his laugh is like a spring breeze – no. Stop it! 

Peeta nods, swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder. 

“See you then, Kat.”

I freeze. There’s something in the sound of his voice, or maybe it’s because it’s so close to what Spiderman always calls me, that makes me do a double take.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Peeta is frowning. “Nope, I can see that was a mistake.”

“I prefer Katniss.” I shrug. 

“All right. Katniss.”

I like it when he says my name. A lot. But I don’t show it.

I turn on my heel and hurry out of class.

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[saltyhyunjae]

THE STEALER CHAPTER ONE: PULL THE TRIGGER

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, quick mention of suicide

word count: 2,5k

summary: As y/n is leaved to close the store on her own, the last thing that she expects, happens to her

pairing: tbz x fem reader

“Y/n! You’re closing the store tonight, I have an emergency at home and I need to get going.” You hear your boss, Jiyoo yell from the back of the store as you put some new clothing items up on the racks. You sigh. “Okay!” You yell back at her and look at the time. 8:30PM. The store closes at 9 so you won’t be alone for a long time.

“The store is super quiet right now so I'm sure you can handle the last 30 minutes on your own.” Jiyoo smiles as she walks towards the entrance of the store. ‘I hope so.” You smile back.

She tells you to put the money in the safe and clean the store a bit and then quickly leaves the store, leaving you alone with 2 customers and the loud music of the speakers playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

After the last customers leave, you look at the time again, 9:58. You make your way to the entrance to close the door and turn off the lights so nobody starts knocking, begging you to let them in, then you tidy some stuff up as you make your way back to the counter. As you reach the counter the radio switches to the news.

“The infamous criminal group ‘The Boyz’ have gotten away with yet another robbery just yesterday making it their 12th theft of the month. The police still have not been able to catch them due to the group's large number of members.”

You sigh. Instead of partying with your friends on this friday night you have been put in charge to close the store. “I don’t get paid enough for this.’ you murmur as you grab the money they earned today and start counting them. The sound of something falling shakes you out of your thoughts.

“What the- oh it’s just the broom that fell.” Just as you are about to go back to counting you hear a faint thud in the storage room. “Ok, I'm getting really scared now.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to shake it off and go back to counting when you suddenly feel cold metal against the back of your head.

Oh fuck.

“Put the money down,''

You hear a male voice say. You do what he says as you start praying internally. You then feel a sharp object pressed against your lower back.

“Listen up, as long you’re doing as we say, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

‘That’s what they always say.’ You think but would never dare to say out loud. You’re on the verge of tears thinking this is your last day when you hear another thud.

“OW!” You hear another voice yell.

“Dumbass.” You hear another voice say.

‘How many of these motherfuckers are there.’ You think

“Grab some stuff over there.” You hear the one holding a gun against your head say as you see another figure grabbing the money you just dropped on the counter.

“I can’t see shit in here.” One of the voices further away from you says.

“Turn the lights on hyung!” The other one says.

You flinch as the lights turn on. Not daring to look at thieves. No Y/n u need to remember their faces just in case they actually don’t kill you. As you look up you make eye contact with the one that took the money. Your eyes widen at how handsome he is. “Bring us to the safe.” The one holding the knife against your lower back says. You slowly turn around making eye contact with the one holding the gun.

Shit, he’s handsome too.

You slowly start walking to the storage room.

“Changmin! Eric! We’ll be right back, grab everything you can!” Gun guy says.

When you arrive at the storage room, you walk to the safe and kneel in front of it, the three guys still behind. As you type in the code you hear a walkie talkie go off followed by another voice.

“What is taking so long.”

“Shut up, we just got to the safe. Anybody nearby?” The one without a weapon, as far as you know then, asks.

“No, it’s dead, everyone is going out a few blocks away.”

“Give us 10 minutes.”

“Fine.”

You take the money out and hand it to knife guy, who puts it in a bag.

“Please don’t kill me.” You plead.

“We won’t.” Gun guy says.

“Hyunjae, come with me. Juyeon, keep an eye on her.” Gun guy commands as he walks away with Hyunjae.

You took the opportunity to look at knife guy, Juyeon.

Fuck, he’s beautiful too.

You guys just stay there in silence till the two guys come back into the storage room. But this time they came back with the two other guys.

“Plan changed, we’re taking you with us.” Hyunjae says. Your eyes widen and you try to get up and escape. Just as you get up, Juyeon grabs your left arm, pulls you back and holds the knife against your neck.

“Do as we say and you will not get hurt.” Gun guy says. Your hands get tied behind your back and you decide to give in and follow the guys outside.

“Took you long enough.” You see three other guys waiting outside. One shows a bored expression, the other is very tall and the last is...very cute? They’re all handsome too. You mentally cry.

“Who’s that?” The ‘cute’ one says with a softer voice. “Our new friend.” Hyunjae smirks. You internally scoff as they walk you to the bus. When they open the bus you see three more guys.

How many of them can there be?!

“Hi, ooohh who’s that.” One of them behind a huge computer screen says.

“They brought a souvenir.” The tall guy that was waiting outside laughs.

They put you in the car and start driving. Tears are threatening to leave your eyes as you think about your friends and family. What if you get killed? Or they never let you go? or even worse… you get Stockholm syndrome?!?!

“What’s your name?” The ‘cute’ one with a soft voice asks you. You still look down refusing to talk.

“Cat caught your tongue.” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I’m jacob.” The one with a soft voice says, you look up to see him give you a soft smile.

“Y/n.” You murmur and the boys start introducing themselves to you. You nod at them and for the rest of the car ride you stay quiet.

After maybe 45 minutes the car stops and they open the door and help you get out. You look up to see a huge villa remote from the city. You guys make your way to the villa and once you're inside they guide you to the couch. They all sit across from you while Sangyeon stands.

“Y/n, do you happen to know who we are?” He asks

You slowly shake your head looking at the 11 boys. Wait. 11 boys? NO WAY! You suddenly remember the new reports for the last two months. You've been kidnapped by…

The Boyz.

You hear the boys laugh at your shocked expression.

“Listen up.” Sangyeon speaks up “It wasn’t in our plan to keep you hostage, but now that you’re here we’ve got to make the best of it haha. As you can see our house is very messy and we’re desperately in need of a cleaner. So we’ll point out your room for you to get some rest, you start tomorrow. Any questions.”

“I don't have any clothes to wear besides these.”

“Well thank God we robbed a clothing store.” Kevin laughs.

“We’ll make sure to buy all the necessities you need.”Sangyeon assures you. He tells you what time they’ll come and wake you up and commands Jacob and Kevin to bring you to your room while Changmin grabs some bed sheets and pillows.

As they open the door to your new room, you see that it’s huge and empty with only curtains and an empty bed in the middle of it.

“You can decorate as time goes by.” Kevin tells you and you nod. Changmin comes in with the pillows and bed sheet and the 3 boys help u set up the bed.

Once your bed is all made up, Younghoon comes in with two pairs of pajamas and some normal clothes for you to wear. All hail one size fits all clothes. Once you put on your pajamas, you lie in bed and think about everything that has just happened until you fall asleep.

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The sun shining through your curtains wakes you up. You groan in annoyance, put a pillow over your head and close your eyes again. Right as you begin to doze off again, your door opens. “It’s time to get up.” You hear someone say. You turn around to see Chanhee standing at your door. “Be downstairs in 30 minutes” He says, closing the door again. As you get up, you get a moment of realization.

You’ve been kidnapped…… YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU NEED GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But how.

While you get dressed you think of all the ways you could escape. Jump out of the window? Suicide. Grab a knife and kill them? You would already have been killed before you stabbed one of them. Sneak out of the house while they’re sleeping? PERFECT. But you needed to stay a bit to figure out the plan in detail. You need to know your way out and their sleeping schedule, you also need to gain their trust. You needed to be super nice to them for them to trust you.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room. When you arrive downstairs you see that all of the boys are awake. “Good Morning!” Haknyeon jumps up from the couch. “Good morning.” You respond back.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sangyeon walks into the living room. “Sit down, I'll explain what you need to do.” He starts talking about you making their meals and doing their laundry followed by cleaning the whole house. You mentally sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

Kevin introduces you to the kitchen and offers to help with making breakfast.

“Haknyeon, stop it!” Kevin grabs the spoon that Haknyeon is about to dip in the soup.

For the third time.

“I’m just tasting it for you guys.”

“You’ve tasted enough, get out!” Haknyeon pouts as he walks out of the kitchen, making you giggle.

“So, Kevin, how many times a week do you guys go out to steal?” “Hmm, maybe five to six times a week. Why?” He looks up at you. “Oh just wondering.” You lie. “Must be tiring.”

You continue to make the soup while wondering if it was possible to escape while they’re out stealing. You decide to ask Kevin for more information and he tells you that it usually takes 30 minutes to an hour for them to finish a small mission and that bigger missions sometimes take up to three hours.

He also tells you that he, Haknyeon and sunwoo are in charge of hacking, Younghoon, Jacob and Chanhee are always on the watch and Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Eric, and Changmin are the ones in action.

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“Wow this is good!” Eric says, stuffing his mouth with the soup you and Kevin made.

I should’ve put poison in it, you think to yourself.

“So Y/n, tonight we have another mission and since we can’t trust you alone in this house we have to take you with us from now on.” Sangyeon speaks up.

Fuck.

“Sure” You simply say. “So what’s tonight’s mission about, hyung?” Changmin asks. “Tonight we’re robbing the new shoe store in town.”

And they all go crazy

“Finally! I needed new Jordan's.” Eric jumps up from his seat. “We should rob a Balenciaga store next.” Sunwoo sighs. After the boys finally calm down and finish their breakfast, you go wash the dishes while they prepare for tonight’s robbery.

Finally the time has broken for tonight’s mission. While in the car, Sangyeon instructs you to stay in the car with the hackers while the rest of them go to their usual position. When it’s time for the rest to leave the car, you lean back and sigh.

You have no phone, no nothing, all you can do is pray you get out of this situation soon.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunwoo chuckles. “Leave her alone Sunwoo. Why don’t you come and look at how we work?” Kevin motions for you to sit next to him.

You sit in between him and Haknyeon and look up at the huge screen. Kevin clicks on a couple of things and all of a sudden a bunch of security camera screens pop up. In one of them you see Jacob, Younghoon and Chanhee on the lookout while the rest make their way around the back of the building.

“If I click on this, all the footage of tonight will be deleted, but I'll do that after the guys come back.” He points at a key on his keyboard. “Now we have to crack the password. Haknyeon?”

You look at your right to see Haknyeon click on a bunch of keys to reveal the password.

“1206” He says, and Sunwoo repeats it into the walkie talkie.

After 30 minutes the rest rushes back in the car with a bunch of bags full of shoes and money.

“We almost got caught.” Eric pants out of breath.

“I saw no one in the store though?” Kevin asks, while deleting the camera footage.

“There was this old lady walking in the alley and Eric started freaking out” Hyunjae huffs.

“So an old lady walking in a dark alley in the middle of the night isn’t sus?!” Eric yells, making the others laugh.

When you guys arrive ‘home’, you decide to go to sleep first because you're exhausted. When you lie in your bed, you fall asleep almost immediately.

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“I’m kinda getting bored of robbing, I need more thrill.” Changmin lay’s down on the couch.

“Yeah me too, I want some adrenaline.” Eric plops down next to him. “Try jumping off a cliff.” “Not funny, Sunwoo.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Haknyeon jumps up. “Y/n is our maid now, right?” “Maid.” Younghoon snorts. “She’s cute, right? And we steal stuff, right?”

“Get to the point.” Sangyeon sighs.

“Let’s steal her heart.”

Hyunjae burst out laughing. “Are you insane? Why would we do that? That sounds so dumb.”

“You guys said you were bored and this sounds like a fun mission to me.”

“I agree, this could be fun.” Eric jumps up from the couch.

“So you wanna make her fall in love with one of us?” Jacob sits up. “Why would she do that, we’re holding her hostage.” Sunwoo laughs.

“That’s what makes it hard and more of a fun mission!”

“And when does the winner get?” Sangyeon speaks up.

“We have to do anything for that person for two whole years.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I like the idea, I'm with Haknyeon.” Juyeon sides with the younger one.

“Fine it’s a good distraction, we need to get off the radar for a week, the police are still on our heels.” Sangyeon gives in while Haknyeon and Eric cheer.