all i want is a piece of pizza

just some random headcanons about Peter growing up on Yondu’s ship
  • Yondu teaching Peter to fly and pretending Peter messed up when he didn’t (“No NO, you shouldn’t have pressed that button, boy!” “WHAT?!” “It’s the self-destruct one, all Ravager ships got it!”  “You should have told me; I didn’t know! What do we do!” *Yondu cracks up* “Just  playing with you, take it easy, kid.” “YONDUUUUU!!!!!”)
  • Yondu taking Peter to all sorts of cool planets and pretending they’re there for practical reasons but he actually just wants Peter to see them cause he thinks he’d like them.
  • The crew celebrating Peter’s birthday and Kraglin making a birthday cake which comes out really messed up (like, frosting melting and layers sagging and shaky writing) but it means a lot to Peter even though everyone makes fun of it
  • Peter finding an old jacket of Yondu’s that he really likes but it’s too big so he resolves to work out until his muscles get big enough for it to fit and that’s the real reason he’s so in shape
  • Yondu teaching Peter to shoot and regretting it when Peter uses some of his dashboard figurines for target practice
  • But then Peter feels really guilty and buys him some new ones
  • Yondu always thinking up something to critique when Peter tries to show off to him so Peter always thinks Yondu wasn’t impressed but then one of the crew members mentions how Yondu’s always bragging about him when Peter’s not around
  • So Peter doesn’t let Yondu hear the end of that for weeks
  • Storytime with the Ravagers - Peter retelling (and sometimes reenacting) movies from Earth. “So this one’s called Indiana Jones…”
  • Peter wanting to have some Earth food, only they can’t find all the ingredients and then one day Tulk brings back the coveted ingredient of **PEPPERONI** and they have a pizza party
  • Peter exaggerating how much parents on Earth buy for their kids because every time he talks about it he seems to find some new piece of tech in his room which Yondu always denies is from him (“Me? Why would I buy you a new blaster? You’re plenty spoiled already, brat.”) but Peter is totally onto him
  • None of the crew can sing but they all know Peter’s music and whenever he’s in a bad mood someone conveniently starts humming one of his favorite songs and it’s so bad it always makes him laugh.
  • Peter sneaking a pet onboard and everyone keeps it a secret from Yondu because he has a strict no-animals rule but then one day he comes in to find Kraglin and Peter playing with it and they both totally freeze up (Kraglin starts stuttering an explanation and Peter tries to hide the animal) but Yondu agrees to let them keep it (pretending to be angry about it even though he doesn’t really mind) as long as they clean up after it and don’t let it cause any trouble. He takes care to leave them with the impression that he’s doing them a huge favor and he’s not happy about it.
Dating Clay Jensen would include..

  • Cuddles
  • So many goddamn cuddles
  • Switching between big spoon and little spoon
  • Sometimes he has nightmares about the tapes and needs to feel protected
  • Lots of sci fi movies
  • Dancing together at 2 am
  • Gentle kisses
  • Trying to be there for him during Hannah’s death and the tapes despite not knowing anything
  • One night him cracking and telling you everything while sobbing
  • Your heart breaking because you want to help him so badly
  • Riding on the back of his bike
  • Him forcing you to wear a helmet
  • Cleaning him up after his fight with Bryce
  • Almost going to kick Bryce’s ass yourself before Clay begs you to stay with him
  • The first “I love you” being accidental
  • You’re eating a piece of pizza while binge-ing some show and have a bunch of sauce all over your face
  • Clay can’t help but grin at how cute you look and whispers “I love you” 
  • Pizza makeout sesh commences
  • Secretly stealing his sweatshirts (he notices but he loves how you look in them so he does nothing about it and pretends not to notice)
  • Playing with his hair when he’s upset
  • A lot of “You’re the Leia to my Han” or “You’re the Jean to my Scott”
  • Him still managing to be super shy towards you sometimes
  • You constantly reminding him how much you love him and how important he is
  • Your first time together is very intense and passionate
  • He cries after
  • You do too
  • Catching him trusting Marcus and almost slapping him
  • “He’s using you, Clay. Please just believe me. Tony’s been here since the beginning. Don’t trust any of those stupid meatheads.”
  • Anytime Bryce even makes eye contact with you, Clay is prepared to pummel his ass into the deepest pit of hell
  • You having to calm him down and remind him you would never leave him for a scumbag like Bryce
  • Being there with him for his confession
  • Him gripping your hand the entire time
  • Being utterly in love with Clay Jensen and him swooning over you every time you walk through the door


by reddit user alackofcoasters

As a teacher, I get to see and hear a lot of horror stories, maybe not the kind that you are used to. Kids being abused by teachers or parents, students who get hooked on hard drugs and lose scholarships, even teenagers getting raped in the classroom. Bad things happen to good kids. It breaks my heart. All in all, it’s all pretty horrific, some of the things they warn you about in school when you’re getting your teaching credential.

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Can we take a minute to think about how the probability of Eleven having been gone still on Mikes birthday is super high? I mean, he was trying to talk to her for almost a year, every single day. The chance one of those days was his birthday is high. Considering this, he was probably heartbroken. (Adding on to how broken hearted he already was)

Can you picture it though? Mike sitting with all his friends in the basement, eating pizza and birthday cake and (he’s having a sleepover duh) he saves the last piece of cake and puts it in the fridge and then goes back to the basement to sleep in the fort, but decides to try to talk to her.

“Eleven? Are you there? It was my birthday today.. I wish you could have been here… I saved you a piece of cake… Its really good, my mom baked it… I got a few new games and some toys but… All I wanted was for you to come back… If you’re there, please say something.. Anything..” He receives nothing but static and just lays down and goes to bed, ignoring the couple of tears that fell.

“Happy birthday… Mike…. I’m.. Sorry..”


So your boss is forcing you to do a job you don’t want to do, or your mom made you eat your vegetables, and you want to complain about it. LET’S LEARN HOW TO TALK ABOUT IT.

억지로 + (동사/Verb)  – To do unwillingly / be forced to do sth
선생님이 농담하셨을때 억지로 웃었어요. – When my teacher told a joke I forced a smile.
입맛이 없지만 엄마가 저녁을 만드셔서 억지로 먹었어요. I had no appetite, but I had to eat because my mom cooked dinner.

It can also mean physically forced (clothes, objects, etc.)
억지로 문을 열려다가 문고리가 고장났어요. – I forced the door open and the handle broke off. 

마지못해 + (동사/Verb) – To reluctantly do sth
안 친한 친구의 부탁을 마지못해 들어줬어요. – I unwillingly did a favor for my friend that I’m not very close with.
좋으면서 마지못해 미팅에 나가는 척 하지마. – Stop pretending like you don’t want to go to meeting (group blind date)

울며 겨자 먹기로 + (동사/Verb) – To bite the bullet or grin and bear it (literally translated means to eat mustard and cry)
울며 겨자 먹기로 싼 값에 집을 내놓았어요. – I bit the bullet and put my house up for cheap
표가 다 팔려서 울며 겨자 먹기로 암표를 샀어요. – The tickets sold out so I bit the bullet and bought a scalper’s ticket.

The most commonly used phrase is 억지로~, but these are all important pieces of grammar. They are all very similar, but are used in different situations. 마지못해~ is the least serious of the three, and 울며…~ is the most serious. 

One common phrase I’ll hear from friends is “마지못하는 척 하지마” when I’m pretending like I don’t want the last slice of pizza, I always want the last slice of pizza.


Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

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Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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The Signs as Things my Kids Say:

Aries- “If I can’t choke him, I don’t want to play.” 

Taurus- “If I was a noob, I’d be like ‘ah! I’m a noob!’”

Gemini- *jumping* “I’m trying to make the house fall.” 

Cancer- *batman voice* “Don’t touch me”

Sagittarius- “Can I skip school for fun again?” 

Scorpio- “The other guys think they are in the lead, but they aren’t. I won.” 

Pisces- *crying* “He looked at me mean!” 

Leo- “I’m putting on a show. There will be fireworks, you all have to come.” 

Libra- “Will you put my blanket on me?” 

Aquarius- “I’m going to eat 10,000 pieces of pizza.” 

Capricorn- “I wanna be in my room. You’re distracting me.” 

Virgo- “I do a lot of things I’m not supposed to when you’re all sleeping.” 

Confession of a Recovered Runner

I finally feel like I’m at a place where I can fully share my experience. I write this in the hopes of helping those who have shared/are sharing this struggle and to help others not to fall into the same trap. So here it is… 

As a senior in high school, I realized that I was capable of running for a D1 school. I did everything possible to turn that into a reality. I got enough sleep, did yoga every morning, worked hard in practice, did extra strength training, and ate healthy. I wasn’t going overboard; I was simply dedicated.

In hindsight, though, that’s when I started to get sucked into the deep, dark hole that is an ED. I ate very regimented meals and started to completely refuse desserts. I always loved reading novels. I started to love reading nutrition labels. Working at a grocery store didn’t help. While stocking shelves, I would sneak a peek at the calorie content in the products. 120 calories in a slice of whole grain bread?! Maybe I’d just cut out bread from my diet… It was a slippery slope, and I started sliding fast. 

I graduated high school feeling on top of the world. I was SCA President, Valedictorian, and had a scholarship to run at a D1 school in the SEC! (And I hadn’t eaten a piece of bread or a single dessert in 6 months… go me! … Right?) Summer training began and, with the increase of mileage came a decrease in fuel. Run more, eat less became my mantra. I was going to go to college as skinny and fast as possible. Little did I know that skinny did not equate to speed. 

Freshman year came and, boy! was it tough. I was 12 hours from home and had the pressure of a rigorous course load PLUS running. My response? Eat. Even. Less. My thinking was that the less I ate, the skinnier I’d be and the skinnier I was, the faster I’d be. If I ran fast, I’d be happier. WRONG. 

I had a great freshman cross country season, but by the time indoor training rolled around, I was weak. I got injured over Christmas break and that sent me spiraling. I cross trained excessively, lost more weight, and my injury didn’t heal (shocker). When I got back to campus, my trainer noticed how thin I was. So, she sent me to a nutritionist and, eventually, a psychologist. I fought against this, because I was in such a state of denial. I didn’t have an ED! I was just dedicated to the sport! 

One day, though, I completely broke down. I confessed it all to the psychologist, but, more importantly, I confessed it to myself. There was absolutely nothing healthy about what I was doing. And I wasn’t happy at all. In fact, I had hit the lowest point in my life. All joy had left my being. Life had simply become survival until the next run and the next sleep. My brain was consumed with thoughts of food (and how I could eat less of it, despite how much I craved it). I put on a happy face for those around me, but inside I was broken. And my body was breaking. 

I made a list of all the bad habits I had formed– everything from avoiding even the crust of a piece of bread to spitting out food into a napkin when people weren’t looking. I would go out to dinner with friends, but lie about having eaten beforehand. I would look at recipes for cookies and cakes, but could never fathom baking them. Pizza? Oh, man, I just wanted pizza. No way would I touch that, though. No. Way. 

I slipped into a deep depression and was ready to give it all up and crawl home. I was no longer Molly. I didn’t know who I was. 

Finally, with the help of my family, my two best friends, and lots and lots of prayer, I started to regain my former happiness. Despite still being injured, the sweet spring air and the promise of summer enlivened me. I stayed out later, became a bit more spontaneous, and, under the watchful eye of the nutritionist, started to put on some weight. 

That was a battle, though. I would call my Dad every morning while drinking the specially made protein shakes (with a scarily unknown amount of calories), so he could talk me through it. He wouldn’t hang up until I had promised him that I had finished the entire shake. I remember shaking in the grocery store as I forced myself to buy the whole grain waffles that I promised my nutritionist and psychologist I would buy. I had to call my parents while eating them slowly, one morsel at a time. Then, I cried because the guilt of those carbs was too much to bear. 

My Mom visited for my birthday and, by then, I had started to improve a bit more. We had a wonderful day bouncing around downtown, shopping, going to the art museum, and talking and laughing uncontrollably as we always used to do together. When she suggested grabbing a sandwich for lunch, I hesitated slightly, but obliged. I didn’t want to ruin our perfect day. And that was a turning point for me. I sat with my mom in the March sun and ate an absolutely delicious sandwich. And I didn’t wilt away. The sky didn’t fall. The world did not stop spinning. I ate a sandwich, and it was tasty, and I was happily full, and my Mom and I were having a lovely day. I was alive again. 

That summer, at home, I learned how to eat Sunday morning pancakes with my family again. I learned how to get froyo at 11 PM with my best friend again. I learned how to not plan out every second of every day. I learned how to fuel the happy life I so desperately wanted to live.

Sophomore year wasn’t a walk in the park. I still struggled to accept the body God had given me. Especially in the world of college running, there are always girls walking around that are taller, more slender, and more toned. But I reminded myself every day that I was blessed with two legs that could carry me over many, many beautiful miles and I had to respect my body by fueling it to do so. My controlling tendencies still crept up every now and then. I still checked calories and refused desserts most of the time. But, little by little, I was healing. 

This year has been even more of a shift for me. I transferred schools and met a guy who has showed me that running is not everything. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve spent weekend mornings cooking huge brunches with him (even on rest days!) or how many times I’ve baked cookies with him (and eaten several myself!). I eat peanut butter out of the jar, enjoy midnight snacks, and go out for pizza. I’ve never been happier, I’ve never been healthier, and guess what else… I’ve never been faster! 

This past season was my best one yet. I PR’d in the mile, the 3K, the 5K, and the 10K and qualified for Regionals! Apparently, the deal is not that skinnier equals faster. STRONGER equals faster. HEALTHIER equals faster. HAPPIER equals faster. I don’t know my weight, I don’t know how many calories I’ve eaten in a day, and I don’t care. All I know is that I fuel myself, I’m loving the miles, and way more importantly, I’m loving life. 

God has blessed each and every one of us with not only a beautiful soul, but also a beautiful body. It is our duty to ensure that our bodies stay healthy so that our souls can be joyful. An ED is a thief. It steals that health and, therefore, that happiness by telling us that we have to go against nature and hurt our physical bodies in order to achieve our dreams. An ED is a liar. Don’t listen to it. You are called to live a life of strength, of freedom, of joy. Fuel that life. Love that life. Live that life. 

Things that drive Yuri Katsuki a little nutso once he marries into the Nikiforov lifestyle
  • Why does this avocado toast cost 4000 yen
  • Where do all these marble busts keep coming from you can’t even tell me who they are
  • No really it is just half an avocado?? Mashed into a piece of toast?? Victor??
  • When I said I was in the mood for pizza I meant like those Tostino pizza rolls you can get in America, not that I wanted you to install a wood burning brick pizza oven in our house
  • Our dog does not need a solid gold collar engraved with a snowflake to match our wedding rings
  • Look I will just make you some avocado toast Victor I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with avocado toast 
  • I am not stoking the fire in our new wood burning pizza oven to make you these Totino’s pizza rolls you had express shipped frozen from America, Victor 
I Miss You (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warnings: none, just fluff

Dedication: I’d like to give credit to @jefferyatkind​. The edit is hers and she makes a lot of edits like this one, check out her blog I love her edits so much and yeah.

(I dedicate this imagine to you because from the moment I saw your edit I knew that this could be a great story)

You walked to class with you best friend alex. Yeah, that’s right, the Alex Standall. You were friends ever since FML. And after hannah, He was your second closest friend.

Right now you were walking with him to Biology. “Hey y/n! Standall! wait up” you heard a familiar voice call. You turned around smiling seeing your boyfriend, Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey. “Hey babe” you said greeting him. “Where are the dickwads?” you asked teasing him. “y/n/n!!!! They’re my friendsssss” He whines. “They’re skipping first and second period” Alex answers nonchalantly. you sigh at their stupidity, you mean yeah, they’re kinda your friends but doesn’t mean you agree with everything they do. you kiss Zach on the cheek, “That’s all???” he says pouting. you laugh and peck him on the lips then we enter bio. We were early by 10 minutes so the only people here were You, Alex and Zach. “Hey, Dempsey, are you going to the fun park with the gang?” Alex asks Zach as he settles down in his seat. “Yeah” he replies as he puts his arms around you.

“Are you going babe?” he asks you

“Aww no, I can’t. midterms next week. YOU SHOULD STUDY TOO” you replied. “Yeah but, you’ve met my mom, I studied for midterms since last week and all i have to do is review” he answers.

“Oh well, too bad for me then” you reply sighing. “Come on babe you have to go. Or else I’ll be lonely” he whines pulling you closer. “I wish I could baby” you say kissing his forehead. Then the teacher enters and you start your first class of the day.

—— lunch time ———

“Yo y/n! Ready for fun park later?” Justin asks as he and Jessica sit down at our table. “Nah, I gotta study” you reply sighing. “BOOOOO!” Bryce shouts. You roll your eyes and listen to them plan about their day.






You finish studying earlier than expected and all you could think about is Zach. I hope he’s okay. you thought. As you finished packing your phone lights up and all your friends are sending you snaps. One from Jess, one from Justin, one from Alex and one from Monty. “Why isn’t Zach messaging me?” you though aloud. You watched all their snaps and see how much fun their having. “I should’ve gone” you said to yourself “They’re probably on their way home anyway” you say glancing at the clock. 7:00pm it read. You sigh once again as you see Zach has a recently updated story. “Let’s see how much fun he had, enough to not send me any snaps or what” you mumbled as you opened his story

came out. Your heart melts at the sight of your cute boyfriend. You slide to message Alex on snap.

You: How’s my baby?

Alex: Annoying as fuck. He wouldn’t shut up about you not being here.

the definition of disgusting puppy love

You: Yeah yeah what’s up with the puppy? Is it clifford? Clifford was my favorite thing ever when I was young

Alex: He won it in the basketball game thing in the arcade part of fun park

You: Of course, basketball.

Alex: He says he would’ve given it to you and it would’ve been the perfect romantic whatever but you aren’t here so he just made himself miss you more

You: My boy is so sweet 😌💖

Alex: If you think that’s sweet then this is even better. He’s been hugging that thing while he’s sleeping and he says he’ll still bring it home for you

You: …….

Why are you guys watching Zach sleep? Where are you?

Alex: Still in fun park. We’re staying until Saturday night so everyone can study on Sunday. We rented a hotel room in the hotel beside it

You: And you all fit?

Alex: Duh, Bryce booked the biggest room there was. And its in the top most floor. You could fit too actually

You: I’d go but i don’t want to sleep in the same room as that rapist 🤢🙄

Alex: Nah. This is his so called “redemption” moment Monty and him have their own room in the floor below. And we locked our doors.

You: Soooo who are you guys with?

Alex: Justin, me, Jess, Sheri, Zach, Marcus

You: The 6 of you in a suite?

Alex: yep

You: Damn hold on

You ran out your room to see your parents having dinner. “Hey sweetie” Your mom greets. “Hey mom, i have to ask you something” You say kissing her and your dad as a greeting. “You want to go to the fun park with your friends don’t you?” your dad says even before you can utter a single word. “Y-yeah. how’d you know?” you ask confused. “I saw Zach after my business meeting in the hotel. He really misses you. I asked him why you didn’t come and he said because you had studying” he explained.

“but since you’re probably done” Your mom adds trailing off. “You may go” your dad replies motioning to your bags on top of the staircase. “You knew I was going anyway? And you DO know its overnight…. right?” you ask both of them as you walked up to grab your bags. “Yeah and we’re okay because I trust you and Zach” Your mom says kissing you goodbye. “I’ll take you” Your dad says grabbing his keys.

You walk to the card and head out. You quickly send Alex a text

You: I am on my way don’t tell Zach. It’s a surprise!! Do you guys want pizza? xx

Alex: Yes please 🙏🏻

“Hey dad, is it okay if I buy Pizza for the gang?” You ask shyly. “yeah sure” and with that you park and get some pizza


“Hey guys let’s order pizza” I yell. A chorus of sures and hell yeses were being thrown. “Alright” I said laughing slightly. I notice everyone is in the common area talking except one certain raven haired male. “Zach we’re ordering pizza” I tell him walking in his room to see him still cuddling the stupid red dog. “I don’t want any” he says hugging it tighter. “Alright” I say closing his door. Man I hope y/n gets here soon. Her boyfriend is too whipped.


“y/n, y/n, wake up!!” your dad calls as he shakes you lightly. “5 more minutes” you whisper putting your jacket over your face. “Are you sure? In 5 minutes I can turn around and go back home and you’ll miss surprising your boyfriend” he says turning the car around. “WHAT I’M HERE? ALREADY?” you yell sitting up. “y/n! Stop shouting we’re in an enclosed area, but yes we’re here” your dad says pushing you out the door. “Thanks dad” you say throwing him a smile then kissing his cheek. “See you tomorrow” you say before closing the door and walking inside the building.

You finally reach the room and press the doorbell thing. “Wow the pizza guy is fast” you hear Jess say on the other side of the door. “Hey I’ll get it, he might be cute” you hear Sheri call and right after the door opens. “y-“ you cut her off before she can yell “shhh it’s a surprise” you say whispering and putting your finger to your lips as if you’re telling her to be quiet. “Well I’ll say”Jess says walking in the room. You hug everyone then turn to Alex. “Where’s my cotton ball?” you ask the bleached blondie. “In that room. He’s terrible without you. The Clifford hit him hard” he says motioning over to the door beside us. You grab a piece of pizza and a paper plate then you try to open the locked door and when you accept that you can’t open it, you knock on his door instead. “Alex I told you I don’t want any pizza” your boyfriend grumbles as he opens the door. His face turns from gloomy to shock. “y/n???”

“You don’t want any pizza even if it comes with me?” you say pouting.

He quickly gets out of his state of shock and wraps his arms around you “darling if I knew that all i had to do was to order a pizza, I would’ve called ages ago” he whispers in your ear then kisses you. You melt in the kiss and pull him towards you. As the kiss becomes more passionate you hear a cough behind you. You both pull away to see your friends glaring at you guys playfully. Sheri counts, “one… two… three” and all together they shout. “GET A ROOM”

You all laugh at each other then you and Zach walk back in his room cuddling, as you replace the big red dog with your small petite body. And neither you nor Zach would have it any other way

They’re Going to Love You-Jason Blossom x Reader Imagine

REQUEST: Can you do a Jason Blossom imagine where y/n is only friends with Archie because she’s popular and Archie wants her to meet the rest of the group so she brings Jason but things go south because Y/n doesn’t like Betty and then Jason takes her home and comforts her. Sorry if it’s a lot lmao


WARNINGS: Angry Betty, Swearing

A/N: So I managed to write this before going to bed, I also changed the idea a little bit but I hope it still lives up to what you wanted. :)

Tonight was the night, the night you were meeting Archie’s group of friends. You squeezed Jason’s hand as you walked up the front door of Archie’s house. “It’s going to be okay (Y/N), they’re going to love you.” Jason assures you. You smile weakly up at him. You had been friends with Archie for a while now, ever since his popularity rose and you actually realised he existed. You and your boyfriend Jason become quick friends with him and he eventually asked you to meet the rest of his friends. Veronica Lodge, Jughead Jones, Kevin Keller and Betty Cooper. You knew little of these people, never listening to the rumours that spread around the school like wildfire, even if it was coming from Cheryl. You slowly climbed the front steps that led to Archie’s front door. Jason knocked on the door and a dog started barking somewhere inside the house. “Vegas stop!” Archie’s voice yells out. He opens the front door with a wide smile on his face. “Hey guys, come on in, dinner is nearly here!” He says, hugging you and Jason. He leads you into the lounge room where 4 pairs of eyes watch you and Jason carefully. You smile at the group sitting in front of you. “Guys, this is (Y/N) and Jason and this is Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and Betty.” Archie says, going around the room. Veronica, Kevin and Jughead all smile at you, giving you small waves and clearing a space on the couches so you two could sit but Betty, Betty just eyed you two. A smile never reached her face and her eyes remained cold. You swallowed nervously and looked up at Jason but he didn’t notice as he had struck up a conversation with Kevin and Veronica about one of their classes that they shared at school. You cleared your throat and looked at Jughead and Betty and smiled.

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Mother and daughter ( jughead X reader)

Jughead X Jughead X jellybean

Wordcount: 1472

Warning : NONE

Request : no, my idea.

A/N : okay so basically I was day dreaming today and this topic came to mind… random i know but, i have to say i love this!! I hope you guys do too! JEALLYBEAN BETTER COME SOON! I NEED TO SEE JUGHEAD AS BIG BROTHER!!!!!

As always, sorry for any spelling and grammar errors. :)


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Currently I sat in the kitchen of Jughead’s dad’s house. To say it was a dump is an understanding, considering FP has bottles everywhere… Jughead and I just came back from school, most of the time Jughead and I would go Pop’s after school but i suggested i cook for him and jellybean.

“ Why do you insist on cooking for JB and I, i could easily buy Us all something to eat.” Jughead asks with confusion laced in his voice.

“ Juggie, you and Jellybean don’t have home cooked meals ever since your mother left . Not to mention that FP is never around, and when he is, he’s drunk. So I’ve made it my priority that you and JB eat at least healthy.” I answer him while checking the oven to make sure i don’t over cook the chicken .

When i get up from my bent position and turn back to look at Jughead. I find Jughead giving me a small smile with a whisper of a “thank you.“ I smile back and return to making our food… suddenly the sound of the front door slamming open is heard, indicating that either FP or Jellybean have arrived. Seconds later a small figure of a young girl with raven hair like Jughead’s walks in with a look of sadness on her face.

“JB, what’s wrong?” Both Jughead and i ask together, but the only response we get is her handing us a white paper. I grab the paper and read over the words. “You’re invited to the mother and daughter day tomorrow! Wear your best dresses and dancing shoes.” Automatically it hits me like a ton of bricks, I look at Jughead and notice that a sad look has also taken over his face. Wanting to change the mood I say food is ready.

“ Well JB I made something that will turn that frown upside down, guess what I’ve made for us to eat.”

Jellybean looks at me and starts to guess the way i do during tests. “Is it Mac n Cheese, Pizza, spaghetti, salmon… WAIT, is it the roasted chicken with the potatoes under it?”

I nod my head and move to the oven to take out the chicken. I place it on the set table and start to give everyone their pieces. Jellybean now has a smile on her face as she munches away on her plate of chicken. “Y/N/N, can you cook for Juggie and I all the time? I like your cooking more than eating from a frozen box or Pop’s.”

“ If that’s what you want, i have no problem. Just tell me a day before what you want to eat, that way I can buy the things for the meal.”

An hour has passed and we’re all done eating. Jughead sent Jellybean to do her homework and i tell her that if she needs help that she should call me. Of course Jughead has to tell me that i don’t need to help her but she’s family to me.

“Y/N, what am i going to do? Jellybean should not have to worry about this, our mother should be here and take her. Don’t take this the wrong way Y/N/N, but my mom should be the one cooking for us and helping Jellybean, not you. If we were to be living together, just Jellybean, you and I, people would think we’re her parents. My dad doesn’t even bother to attend any of her parent meetings, school plays or even her soccer games! It’s always me and you.. Never Dad and mom.” He speaks with anger as he pulls off his beanie from his head from frustration.

“ Juggie, don’t worry about it. Besides i don’t mind being there for you guys, just like you’ve been there for me when my dad left me… You just gave me a plan, what if i acted as if I’m Jellybean’s mom? I could skip school tomorrow and go with her.”

“Y/N, you’ve never missed a day of school, and you shouldn’t have to feel like you have a responsibility to do this! You’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t have to worry about me or Jellybean.”

Ignore him and stick to my plan, i get up from where I’m sitting and look at Jughead dead in the eye and say “ i said You’re my family and I’m going tomorrow whether you like it or not. Don’t tell Jellybean.” I hug jughead and run to Jellybeans room to tell her I’m leaving, she hugs me and tells me good bye. I walk home and get ready for bed because tomorrow will be A long day

My clock shows 6:30 A.M. I get out of bed to do my business and start to look through my outfits to find the perfect dress. I end up grabbing a tiffany colored flowy dress with a pair a white ballerina shoes. I apply my makeup, which is very light and just stuff my outfit and things in a bag. I run down to my kitchen to grab some pancake mix with some eggs and put them in another bag. I run out my house and walk towards Jughead’s home, once I arrive I pull out the extra key that Jughead gave me and walk into the house. I walk to the kitchen and start to make our breakfast, I try to make very little sound but no matter how quiet I am Jughead will always find me.

“What are you doing (Y/N/N)? Jughead asks with a groggy voice.

“ nothing just thought I’d look at the stove, what does it look like?” i answer back with a hit of sarcasm.

Jughead laughs and tells me that he’s going to wake up Jellybean. Not 3 minutes later Jellybean is running towards me with full speed. “Y/N/N! You’re making us breakfast!”

I nod my head and turn back to the pancake on the stove and flip it before it burns. Soon all of us are eating on the table. Once we finish our food, i tell jellybean to get dressed in a dress and I’ll be there to do her hair soon. At first she’s confused but her face lights up as if i told her she’s getting a puppy. “Y/N are you taking me to school today, for the mother and daughter thing?!”

I tell her yes and she runs to me and hugs me as she cries.

“JB, don’t cry! Please, then you’ll make me cry and then I’ll mess up my makeup!” i joke as i rub her back trying to get her to calm down.

Jellybean pulls away and runs to her room as she starts to pick out her dress. I turn to Jughead and tell him i need to go change into my dress, he tells me to change in his room while he cleans the kitchen. When I’m done with getting ready I let my hair down and just leave it natural, i walk to Jellybean’s room and find her ready. I Fix her hair as promised.. It takes time since she wanted me to make her a fishtale braid, while i was doing her hair she starts to talk.

“ Y/N/N, Juggie always tells me that he likes you a lot.”

“ And I like him too JB, he’s my best friend.” Jellybean laughs and shakes her head.

“ No! He likes you, like he likes you, likes you.. He always says that if there was one girl he would marry it would be you… Don’t tell Juggie i told you.” After her words I feel like i might just faint…

“Well JB… Don’t tell Juggie i said this but I would marry him too..” Jellybean laughs and nods her head while making a zipper motion on her mouth. When I’m done with her hair we  then walk out to the living room. When Jughead see’s us he walks towards us and picks up Jellybean and pulls me into a hug.

“My two favorite girls look breath-taking.”

Jellybean laughs and tells Jughead what i just told her not to say.

“Thank you Juggie! You should marry Y/N/N like you said you would, Y/N/N said she would marry you too.”

Jughead and I both say at the the same time “ I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELL.”

Jellybean mumbles a “ oops” and jumps out of Jughead’s grip and walks away, leaving Jughead and I alone. We both look at each other waiting for one of us to break the silence, Jughead then grabs my face so fast, that before i could even blink he pushes his lips firmly against mine. Suddenly Jeallybean shouts saying that we’re going to be late.

I pull away from Jughead and kiss his cheek quickly and utter “ at least now we know we like each other.”  I grab my purse and walk out the door with Jeallybean…

enemies to lovers yoongi

Originally posted by jimiyoong

  • wanna say this one goes out to my mom aka @warmau who inspired me to start my writing blogs so please check her out and send her love because she is my absolute favorite author on this site
  • but this au seems wild and im wildin today and blowing money on cherry bomb photocards so why not
  • you and yoongi both work in the food court of your local mall, but at different restaurants
  • he works at the pizza place and you work at the chinese restaurant
  • ever since you got the job, yoongi most definitely caught your eye from across the way
  • his dark, black hair that hangs in his sleepy eyes…
  • his pretty, pouty lips, that are forever in a permanent scowl…
  • his resting bitch face as he tries to convince people to waste their hard earned money on a combo meal…
  • yoongi is really the whole package
  • half of your work shift is spent just staring at him and hoping to the good lord above you don’t get caught
  • you have a few times but that is beside the point
  • you just stare wistfully and imagine what would happen if you crossed the food court and ran into his arms-
  • but alas, you cannot do that because if you’re in the restaurant business, you can’t just spend time with the enemy
  • even if you’re craving pizza, it is forbidden by restsurant law to even give your thoughts to the competition, so you’ve never actually talked to yoongi
  • ever
  • but that is a okay because your spot as cashier is the perfect viewing place to glance over at yoongi when you have a free moment
  • yoongi totally knows you’re checking him out at all seconds of the day, but he’s too shy to ever go over and say something to you, even when he’s not working, so he pretends that you don’t exist
  • besides, he has lyrics to write on the back of used receipts, melodies to tap out with spoons and knives
  • customers to swindle
  • but hoseok, who works at the pizza place too, totally realizes you two have the hots for each other so he’s always like “oh yoongi i think we should get chinese for lunch today, im really craving it”
  • “it’s not even our lunch break??”
  • “okay well go get me a snack then, some lomein sounds amazing right now”
  • “hoseok, no, i know what you’re trying to do”
  • “oh come on yoongi, all you ever do is stare at them all dreamy!!”
  • and then hoseok clasps his hands over his heart and wails, “oh young, forbidden love, is there anything more romantic than that?!”
  • the whole food court has stopped to stare at him, including you, and yoongi is redder than the tomato sauce on the pizzas so he just ducks down behind the counter and doesn’t come up for like the next ten minutes
  • since you two never actually interact, you think all is lost but then
  • then
  • one day it’s particularly slow in the mall
  • it’s summer so you have a full day of work ahead of you, and you’ve gotten maybe ten customers in the four hours you’ve been working, and you still got like six hours to go
  • yoongi is in the same predicament, if not worse, because his dearest hoseok has off today and yoongi doesn’t really interact with his coworkers unless they’re hoseok so um…
  • the two of you are lazing around, stealing the additional glance at each other
  • when your boss comes over and is all “hey, we really are doing poorly today, we need to change our tactic to get some customers in”
  • he hands you a tray with little food samples on it and shoves you outside the safety from behind the counter, then says, “go out near the entrance to the food court and try to convince some people to get over here and eat our food”
  • “isn’t that a little i dunno… pushy.”
  • “do you like your paycheck or not”
  • so with some huffing and puffing and grumbling you take the tray and shuffle over towards the food court entrance, trying to pretend you aren’t embarrassed
  • but the pizza place is not having that, oh no, they also are under target today for sales and they won’t just have prospective customers snatched away like that
  • “alright yoongo, time to go win us over some customers!!”
  • “actually my name is yo-”
  • “use that charm of yours on the ladies, alright?”
  • “as long as i can use it on the dudes as well”
  • “sure sure whatever, just get out there and win us over some customers”
  • they hand yoongi a tray with some little pizza bites in little cups in it and he starts walking to the middle of the food court but his boss shouts, “no no, you need to be right over there with that chinese food! SHOW THEM THE SUPERIOR CUISINE”
  • if youre wondering, chinese food is better than pizza #facts
  • yoongi is a little freaked out by his boss’ enthusiasm for making sales but he does what’s asked of him because the only other place hiring right now is gamestop and he doesn’t wanna be stuck with jungkook every two seconds he weebs out over overwatch and persona so like… this job is pretty important
  • but then yoongi realizes you’re the one who’s also trying to sell food and now he’s all flustered and embarrassed and he doesn’t know what to do so he just kind of stands there and gapes for a few seconds
  • but then he gets on his #customerserviceface and traipses over to you, smiling that cute lil gummy smile of his face
  • “i’m gonna take you down” his smile only grows bigger and you’ve never been so attracted yet so afraid of someone in your life
  • “oh it is SO on dough boy”
  • “shut up you noodle brat”
  • “pepperoni person”
  • “you really don’t have anything better than that, you piece of kung pao shrimp”
  • “like that was any better pineapple pizza”
  • “you take that one baCK”
  • “mAke mE”
  • you two are so busy squabbling that you kind of ignore would be customers for like the first fifteen minutes
  • but then you remember what you’re supposed to be doing and with one final glare at yoongi, you snap “i was here first anyhow”
  • “it’s a mall, not your backyard” yoongi rolls his eyes “i can be wherever i want”
  • “except on top because i bet i can give out all my samples before you can!”
  • yoongi laughs and nods “you’re on. first one out of food officially has the best food in the food court”
  • the two of you spend the next hour trying to shove people down shoppers throats, and most of them end up at the mcdonalds, but you and yoongi are so damn absorbed in your competition that you don’t even care that you’re not actually doing your respective businesses any good
  • but it’s fun?? you’re having fun??
  • you don’t think you’ve laughed harder in a work shift ever before, especially when yoongi starts trying to do some god awful italian accent to try and win some customers over about it being authentic pizza
  • and he can’t help but smile fondly when you try to explain to customers for the millionth time that no, you can’t make szechuan chicken mild when it’s already premade with the szechuan sauce on it already
  • and when there aren’t any shoppers around, you and yoongi just kinda.. talk
  • he tells you about his dream to get to college to work with music production and how he doesn’t have the money right now, which is why he’s working at the freaking food court right now
  • and you tell him about yourself, and your reason for getting the job, and your hopes and dreams for the future as well
  • he tells you about his friends, about hoseok, the loud one who’s always screaming when there’s a flame in the oven because it’s scary
  • and about jungkook, who has the audacity to order dominos instead of visiting yoongi
  • and jin, who hogs the blankets all the damn time but washes yoongi’s uniform so him so it’s even
  • you talk about your friends too, but none of them seem as interesting as the people that yoongi hangs out with and you kind of hope that one day maybe yoongi will introduce you to them…
  • but then you realize that means hanging out with yoongi… as like friends or something…
  • and now you’re blushing
  • things have gotten pretty quiet now, and you think that maybe you should head back to actual work…
  • “wait, we both still have one left”
  • he shrugs and points to your little cup
  • your brows furrow and you frown slightly, then start to scan around the food court for anyone who someone to take your food so you can end this battle once and for all
  • but there’s a sudden weight on the tray, and you spin back around, and there’s yoongi, holding the cup up to his lips
  • and then he just chugs the freaking lomein like that, he just goes for it, finishes up your last sample
  • your eyes go wide and you smile softly
  • “well i guess you win” he says cooly, but there’s a noodle hanging from his lip and you point
  • he gets all red and quickly wipes it away
  • you take a deep breath, then reach over and grab his last pizza bite, then pop it into your mouth
  • “hey, this is actually pretty good” you nod
  • “the best food this damn place has to offer” he says with a wink
  • “hey wait a second-”
  • now you’re both laughing again
  • but your bosses are tired of you guys flirting instead of erasing the competition so they both call you back over so you can man the cash registers
  • but you and yoongi were having fun, a good time, and you don’t really want that to end?? so uh now you’re both waving over at each other dumbly from behind your counters and smiling and mouthing things to each other that you can’t really understand but hey, it’s the thought that counts right?
  • and as it comes to the end of your shift, you feel kinda upset because it’s been fun goofing off with yoongi??
  • like you’re so overwhelmed with butterflies that you actually spoke to yoongi?? like not only did you like introduce yourself?? but you had a real, actual conversation?? amazing??
  • you hope that tomorrow will be even better…
  • your clocking out right
  • the mall is shutting down for the night
  • the lights are all turning off
  • you’ve done all your side jobs, cleaned up for the night, restocked the sauces, cleaned all the machines and what not
  • you grab your jacket from the back, but when you come back out yoongi is standing there, hands in his pockets, looking all shy and cute
  • you blush and smile and give a lil wave
  • he smiles and waves back
  • “so…” you both say in unison
  • you both laugh and now you’re both tomato red
  • “today was fun” yoongi says slowly “so i was uh… i was wondering if you wanted to um…”
  • he starts to fumble over his words
  • “wanted to get some ice cream maybe?’ you suggest
  • yoongi’s eyes light up and he nods excitedly
  • you usually take the bus home, but yoongi drives, so you go with him to the ice cream parlor and you two share a banana split and maybe even a cute kiss too
  • the end

Alright so this was my last big project of the school year, coming off after making my last piece(also featuring a Spaceman), I decided to merge that concept with @pan-pizza‘s @lokiirl IRL webcomic and make this my IRL(basically if your OC was a JoJo stand). I took a lot of inspiration from ‘Tron Uprising’ in later designs, along with Mega Man for the armcannon thing. Certain aspects like Glow effects, sketch lines, and words never got completed and I’m going to try and finish them this Summer, though without Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop it’ll be hard finding a substitute. 

Conceptually the idea behind this was that the artist that made Spiff(that’s the Suit’s name) would draw the suit around themselves and fight in that suit while they communicated like KITT and Michael Knight or Ironman and Jarvis. The way I thought of them becoming one would parody Magical Girl animes where the armor sort of glows on to them, but here it would drawn on with one of these trippy ink pens. 

The artist themselves is still in design phase, but right now he’s a sort of Sugar Skull, but rather than just a skeleton made of of sugar he is a lollipop-skeleton where the head is a lollipop with cartoony skull (features based off of the skeleton named Red from Shovel Knight: Specter of Torment) and the bones are segmented pieces of the stick. I won’t give off too much of his design right now as I’m gonna try to get something of him posted before the end of June.

The First 5 images are made in Adobe Photoshop, the 6th is made with just Pencil, and the last two were made in Adobe Illustrator.

I have some more stuff in the pipeline like some original ideas I had before settling on this, and a photo of a thing that got put up in my school’s gallery so expect that soon.

TL;DR I made a Loki IRL OC (and I want @pan-pizza to retweet me)

See You Again - Final Part

Characters: tom holland x reader 

Notes: No smut but it does get somewhat heated… this has been my favorite imagine so far and it really makes me so happy that you guys have been enjoying it. I listened to so many songs when writing this and so I wanted to share them all with you to listen to, if you want.

Songs: Pieces - Andrew Belle / She Whispers - Moda Spira / Nitesky - Robot Koch / Weather - Novo Amor / Spoke The Words - Mahama / Fallingforyou - The 1975 / Only You - Selena Gomez / Draw Your Swords - Angus & Julia Stone

The songs above are also on my Tom Imagines playlist.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3


Y/N’s POV:

“This is my favorite time of the day,” you point out.

You’re walking hand in hand with Tom again. After the surprise visit to what turned out to be an interactive museum, you both headed out for dinner. You went back and forth over pizza and spaghetti about who lost the game. You pointed out that since you loved the object he picked out for you more, then you should pay. He brought up the fact since he let you choose where to go for dinner, he should pay. You both finally compromised and split the check in half.

Then he offered to walk you home and so now here you are, holding hands once again. You glance down at your joined hands and smile to yourself.

“Why is it your favorite time of day?”

“Because although there’s no sunlight, there is still some form of daylight going on. But at the same time, darkness is combined with it. Basically it’s not day nor night, it’s in between,” you ramble on.

You turn to look at him and he’s smiling a genuine smile. He actually enjoys talking to you and isn’t afraid to let you know.

It’s only been a couple of hours but it’s been the best couple of hours you’ve had in a long time and it was with him. Out of all people, he’s the one who was sitting in the same coffee-house and it was him who found your writing.

“It’s this one right here,” you point out the building where you live.

You suddenly feel sadness grow in your chest at the thought that the goodbye was finally here and you really didn’t know when you’ll see him again.

Your favorite time of day was gone, night completely covering the city. The lightposts standing in front of the buildings now illuminated the sidewalk below. You watch as Tom steps forward to one of them and then follow. You hold onto the pole and he does the same, standing on the other side. Your bodies are close, practically pressed onto one another but the post gives you a small distance. It’s then that you notice how tall he actually is. Standing this close to him, you almost have to tilt your head back to get a good look at his face. He has his head resting on the pole but his eyes stay glued on yours.

Neither of you say anything for a moment and it’s a comfortable silence.

“What are you going to do once I leave?” He asks.

“Cry,” you say immediately and you both laugh together.

“Yeah, I’ll most likely cry too.”

“Do you know when you’ll be back in New York?”

He lets out a big sigh, a puff of smoke billowing from his lips from the chill that has fallen on the city. “I can’t tell you exactly when. I have a full year ahead of me with nothing but filming and press, so,” he shrugs.

You nod, understanding. “Are you excited?”

“Stoked, yeah,” he chuckles and you can just see the shine that flashes across his eyes. “I love my job.”

You fall into silence again, both of you avoiding the inevitable… saying goodbye. Instead, you start to think about why you nor him have ever brought up the idea of exchanging phone numbers. You knew that from your part, you didn’t want to be someone to hold him back. He’s an actor and actors meet many many women and you weren’t sure you wanted to put yourself through that.

But then again, what were you doing right now? What have you been doing for the past several days?

“I hope you don’t forget me, though,” he says and he almost sounds nervous?

“That’s impossible,” you shake your head, laughing softly.

“Oh? Why?” He has a playful smirk on his lips.

“How can I forget your perfectly crooked nose?” You begin and touch the tip of his nose which he scrunches in such an adorable way. “Or the fact that you get wrinkles on your eyes when you’re really happy, like right now,” you use your fingers to smooth them out. His eyes relax under your touch and his stare has turned serious. “There’s also that eyebrow of yours. It makes me want to fix it but then it doesn’t because it fits you,” you run your thumb over his eyebrow. “And then there’s that perfect hair that makes me jealous that mine’s not like it.” You take the risk and run your fingers through his hair and just like you suspected, it’s soft and silky. “But my favorite thing is this,” you drop your hand down to his chest and his heartbeat literally accelerates under your hand. You even feel the chain he has hidden underneath. “I’m going to miss this the most because never have I met someone who was paid so much attention to me. Who is thoughtful and selfless and shows so much joy, it’s nearly contagious.”

You’re staring at your hand on his chest and are almost afraid to look up at him but you do. The expression his face shows is vague.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?” You whisper tentatively.

“How did you just make me fall in love with you?”

Air completely escapes your lungs and you start feeling faint so your body leans onto him. You forget everything- your worries about how this will affect you once he’s gone- and just reach for the back of his neck and pull him towards you.

His hands reach for your waist and then your lips meet. He kisses you softly and slowly, you breathe him in and try to keep your head in between your shoulders.

The moment makes you almost emotional because you know that once you separate, there’s no turning back. So you continue to kiss, completely oblivious to the people staring who walk past, to the cars that woosh past and even the light drizzle that starts to fall from the sky.

You begin to feel lightheaded and he seems to feel the same way because he pulls back but only slightly. Your breathing collides with his in big clouds of warmth. He leans his forehead onto yours, his eyes still closed.

“Tell me to stay,” he whispers against your lips.

Should you? What will happen if you do?

“Stay,” you whisper back.

He open his eyes, surprised. Then a hit of a smile flashes at the corner of his lips but not before his mouth is on yours once more.

The next moments become a blur; a hot and heavy blur. You remember scrambling towards the door and unlocking it while still trying to kiss Tom and every time you looked away, he would kiss your cheek, your neck, your forehead. Your remember trying to climb the stairs, tripping and laughing against his lips as he held you up. You were lucky that your place was on the second floor before one of you ended up hurt.

You open the door to your place and he actually pulls away to look around, his arms still wrapped around you.

“What?” You ask breathlessly.

“It’s just exactly how I imagined it,” he mutters.

You look around and see the same mess you see everyday; papers all over the floor and a mess of a bookshelf with stacks and stacks of books.

You raise an eyebrow at Tom and he just chuckles before leaning down and pressing his lips on yours once more. His hands are on your jacket and then he’s pushing it off your shoulders until you hear it fall softly on the floor.

You kiss and walk simultaneously until you reach your bedroom. You don’t know what’s happening but then you do and you don’t have the will to stop it because honestly, you don’t want to.

You reach for the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. You stop kissing for a second to lift his shirt over his head. He flings it off his arms and then immediately comes towards you. The kiss is intense now, more heated, more frantic, neither of you getting enough.

He’s shirtless now and you find that he’s so warm despite the cold from outside. Your fingers are in his hair and it’s damp from the rain outside. Your room is dark, the streetlight from outside being the only light coming in from your window.

He steps back and looks at you, really looks at you. He steps forward, his eyes looking deeply into yours, and you feel his hands reach for your shirt. He doesn’t move, asking for permission. You nod and he begins to pull it up and over your head. You stand there, in a bra and leggings.

Your silhouettes stand out from the gleam of your window. He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly to him and then begins to kiss you once more. You take the lead and step back in the direction of your bed and he follows along. When the back of your knees meet your mattress, you fall back, him with you, not allowing any space in between your bodies whatsoever.



An annoying buzz makes me stir in my sleep. I groan and pull her closer to me.

There it goes again.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter and sit up slowly, making sure not to wake her. I look around until I spot my pants on the floor, the glow of my phone shining through the material.

I slide off the bed and retrieve my pants, pulling my phone out. Harrison.

“What’s up?” I murmur.

“I don’t mean to be a dick, mate, but our flight got rescheduled for an earlier time. We’re leaving in two hours. You gotta get here quick.”

“Fuck,” I spit out and turn to look at Y/n, who’s sound asleep. “I’ll be there soon.”

I hang up and start to pull my boxers and pants on. I walk towards her side of the bed and kneel down so I could look at her closely. She’s laying face down; the covers only covering her from the waist down, her beautiful back exposed to me.

I reach out and draw my initials softly on her shoulders. She stirs and a small smile appears on her lips but she remains asleep. Her hair is a beautiful mess that rests against her back. “I’ll be back soon, love. Tonight made me sure of that.”

I lean forward and kiss her gently on the lips and then again on her forehead. I stand up and get the rest of my clothes, putting them on as I step out of her room. I find my shoes and jacket and place them on as well. I make sure I have everything and am about to leave her apartment when her handbag catches my attention.

Her journal.

I go towards it and take out her journal and hold onto it tightly as I open the door, go down the stairs I vaguely remember taking, and then out into the early brisk morning. I turn around and face the building that houses the woman who has potentially changed my life.

I squeeze her journal in my hand and then haul a taxi.


“Flight 265 will be delayed 20 minutes. Please make sure your seats are up and you have your seatbelt on. Our flight to London will be a long one so get comfortable and remember that we have menus in the pocket of the seat in front of you for your convenience. Thank you for joining us today and I hope you enjoy our flight with us.”

I lean my head back and relax into my seat/bed, waiting for the plane to take off.

“You’re really not going to tell me what happened?” Harrison asks from the seat beside me.

“I already told you,” I start, throwing him a wrapper from a bar I had eaten just a few minutes ago, “I spent the night and we fell asleep.”

“Mhmm,” he replied with a cheeky grin.

“Oh fuck off. I’m exhausted,” I tell him.

“I wonder why.”

At that, I actually laugh but he lets it go. I close my seat area to get some privacy.

I pull out her journal from my bag and run my fingers over the cover. I fucking miss her already.

I start to read her words and it gives me so much insight to who she is as a person and as a writer. How can so much creativity live in a person? She gave me this, trusting me to get to know her mind.

I flip through the pages until I see my name pop up. I smile when I read about our first encounter and how the tone of her writing changes at the mention of my name. She sounds excited, nervous, happy. Exactly how I felt upon meeting her.

I reach the final pages and the words turn into a letter. I sit up straighter in my seat and start to read…

Hi Tom,
I don’t know when you’ll finally read this. You might even forget about this journal altogether but anyway.
Do you believe in fate or destiny? I honestly didn’t… until I met you. I always believed that things happened for a reason. But what exactly happened that drew you to the coffee-house that afternoon? The afternoon when you found the writings of some of deep personal thoughts? What drew you to gain insight of my head?
I still don’t know the answers to these questions and I really don’t care because they all led me to meeting you.
To finally meeting you.
Tom, I haven’t been quite honest with you.
I know who you are. I’ve known for a while now.
I hope this doesn’t paint me as a stalker or even like some sort of crazy fan because even though I am a fan, I’m a fan because of the genuine person you are.
I didn’t tell you the truth because I was afraid that you’d immediately shut me out. Here you were, standing in front of me with such wonder and curiosity about me… I didn’t want to burn that out.
And maybe it was selfish of me and you probably will distaste me after this.
I also felt like maybe you just wanted to be treated as a person for once and not just a celebrity.
I’ve always loved you but from just getting to talk to you for hours, I think I’ve fallen in love with you.
I don’t think I’ll ever be this infatuated with anyone else.
I guess I’m letting it all out here because I don’t know when I’ll see you again and maybe you won’t even want to see me again.
Just know that if you do ever do want to see me again, you’ll know where to find me.

- Y/N

My mind is racing, my heart almost wanting to burst from my chest.

Why would she ever think that the truth would erase her from my mind? I start to think about last night, me confessing how I felt about her. I fell for her and I would have fallen for her despite if she knew me or not.

I recall the intense moments from last night and the constant muttering of ‘I love you’ between our breaths.

She loves me too.

I put her journal back into my bag and take off my seatbelt. I stand up and reach up to the overhead compartment and pull out my backpack.

“Dude?” I hear Harrison say.

“Sir, please get back in your seat. You can get your belongings once we take off,” says some lady.

“No,” I respond to them both. “I’m getting off.”

“Sir, please sit down,” the lady says again more firmly.

I strap on my backpack and start to head down the aisle. Another flight attendant steps in my way, holding his hands up. “Sir, we’re asking nicely-”

“And I’m saying to get the fuck out of my way. I’m getting off this plane!”

He slowly steps aside and lets me by. I practically sprint out of the plane and down the cabinet and into the terminal. I haul ass until I find the nearest exit and call over a taxi.

“Coffee house on 5th! Fast!” I shout at the driver.

I pull out her journal and read her letter over and over, reassuring myself that I’m doing the right thing.

I look out the window and just start laughing, tears forming in my eyes.

I’m going to see her again.

Great Chemistry (Part 9)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,225

Warnings: Fluff! Cussing?

A/N: I decided to follow up the last two parts (both hot and heavy) with some pure fluff. Kind of like a breather and a transition for the part after this one. I hope you like it! 


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anonymous asked:

Thin crust pizza vs thick pizza for the Batfam?

Thin Crust

  • Dick “who would actually like thick crust?” Grayson
  • Stephanie “there is less of the thin crust therefore it must be healthier” Brown
  • Alfred “I like my pizza crispy” Pennyworth
  • Luke “I can eat more pizza if the crust is thin” Fox
  • Harper “I like how crunchy it is” Row

Thick Crust

  • Babs “doughy pizza is the best pizza” Gordon
  • Jason “thick crust means there can be cheese in the crust” Todd
  • Tim “it’s like biting into a piece of heaven” Drake
  • Kate “I don’t like hard things in my mouth if you know what I mean” Kane

Doesn’t Eat the Crust

  • Cassandra “I just want to eat the inside that is where all the good stuff is” Cain
  • Damian “I give my crust to my pets” Wayne

Don’t Have a Preference 

  • Bruce “is there really a difference?” Wayne
  • Duke “Idk man pizza is pizza” Thomas
  • Carrie “I will eat whatever pizza you put in front of me” Kelley

Summary: Dean buys the reader her favorite holiday treat to cheer her up.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,711

Christmas Request by: @feelmyroarrrr

“Supply run, people. What do you guys want?” Dean asks striding fast into the library.

“Bananas, apples, green beans, bread…see if you can find a wok somewhere.” Sam answers instantly.

“A what?!” Dean exclaims looking a little scared.

“It’s a pan.” Sam says sighing.

“Right. I’ll make sure to look for that.” Dean scoffs giving him a funny look.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“Oreos, IBC root beer, frozen pizza and candy canes.” Dean nods relieved like you’re finally speaking in a language he can understand.

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Dating Kara Danvers (Meeting you was like finally coming home)

Originally posted by awitchpire

Request: henlo can u do an imagine where reader is dating kara and reader has been best friends with lena since forever and kara gets really jealous and stuff ;) 

a/n: apparently I was in a mood for fluffy angst Kara. I feel like I haven’t written one of those yet!! Kara has so much grief and a bunch of other emotions to unpack and I feel like the show did a pretty good job of covering that, but like the garbage monster I am, I need more. There is so much potential there and I am so fascinated by that part of her story. It’s the thing for me that makes her so much more compelling, it’s that thing that gives her that other dimension.

But also, I love easygoing, huge nerd Lena, I’d protect her with my entire life. I stopped midway through writing this and took a two hour nap. I feel like it might have paid off LOL. As always, I love seeing your prompts, requests, all the things you send me. Let me know what you wanna see and I’ll do my best to do it justice :D thank you so much for reading y’all!

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You barely manage to not spit out your coffee as Lena interrupts your drinking with a particularly dirty joke. Sometimes you can hardly believe people are really so convinced that Lena is just a cold, calculating shell of a woman, but you figure she takes some comfort in that.

The truth is, she is so much more than that. You know the CEO Lena Luthor is a caricature of a phoenix - rising from the ashes of something once ugly and emerging as something beautiful and good. You love your best friend for that.

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