and this boys and girls is what we call freaking chemistry

Tuesday Recommendations

The fics listed below can be old or fairly new, so this has no timeline. Neither an order of preference. It’s just a bunch of stories I loved and I’d like to share with you.
*The NSFW fics are tagged as such - 18+ only!
**You can expect some swearing in my personal notes.


Steve Rogers

  • Little Monster (W.I.P.): Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 by @hellomissmabel - {NSFW} - Annie, you’re incredible! You had to be the first in the list because you already know how much I FREAKING LOVE this series! The amount of work put in this series is impressive and the characterization is seriously interesting. The plot is so well-thought-out. Everything happens here: fantasies, suspense, intensity and you can only have tons of questions at the end of each chapter because the rhythm changes and gets even better! It’s incredible and you can’t predict the future of the characters which is the best thing ever!
  • Super dominant, super possessive Super Soldier by @chrisevans-imagines - {NSFW} - I’m such a slut for Dom!Steve… oops. Ava, you’re torturing me with that hot build-up, that damn sexual tension and that perfect dirty talk and that little perfect heated promise at the end. You got me going and once again, the tingles were so incredible that I had to take a little break and go back to read the end. Stunning!

  • Not a One Time Thing by @literallyanyfxndom - {NSFW} - Actually, I really enjoyed this one because of the plot and the build-up: it’s fresh and the chemistry is what I love the most with Steve being a real sweetheart. The rest of the Avengers playing the matchmakers is my new favorite thing!

  • Late by @VindictiveGrace on AO3 - {NSFW} - For a first time writing a Reader insert fic… this was incredible! So sexy and I love the writing style, it’s so light and sometimes funny. Steve was amazing, not OOC at all and I even liked the fact he just wants his girlfriend to relax, no matter the consequences. I especially loved the edging part of the story.

  • Stop Lying by @avengersimaginings - {NSFW} - Can we discuss the fact that Reader being a villain is actually very good to read/write and it should become more important in our fandom. Thank you for writing this gorgeous piece of hot fic. It was amazing to read more of hot-blooded and “dark” Steve.

  • The Engineering Lab by @angryschnauzer - {NSFW} - Let me tell you something… you ruined my panties, girl! This sexual tension between Steve and Reader is almost too much to handle. Your writing is on point and as much as I’m not into anal, this piece of art was amazing and so hot! The stealth suit of sin (as I call it) and the handcuffs: holy fucking shit! That was wonderful.

  • Caught in the Act by @angryschnauzer - {NSFW} - Stop everything and lock yourself in your bedroom because that thing is just so, so good and so intense! I’m just a big fan of the balance between surprise, sexy and funny. The ending was brilliant!

  • Civvies by @after-avenging-hours - {NSFW} - Hot damn. I can’t even tell you how much I love this one because there’s almost everything I love about Steve. This is some amazing fic written with an incredible talent. It was intense and so were the tingles! If you need more conviction: Steve wearing jeans hugging that pretty little as of his.


Chris Evans

  • Just Friends: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5A / Part 5B by @ohevansmycaptain - The plot in this new mini-series is honestly very good and you’ll either disagree with Sebastian Stan temporarily or you’ll be an extreme Chris x Reader shipper. Fluff and humor, as ever, the best mix of all. The chemistry between Chris and his friend is so well-developed and the jokes are awesome. Tender, soft, flirty and funny. Definitely Chris! I LOVED IT!
  • Fix Up by @chrisevans-imagines - {NSFWish} - Ava! You know you’re killing me, don’t you? You know this could happen ‘cause everyone says – especially Anthony Mackie – that Chris’ driving is terrible! It was so hot and yet, with the little fluff at the end, it stays so steamy and flirty!

  • Jelly Beans by @chrisevans-imagines - {NSFW} - The amount of fluff was phenomenal and the fluffy smut was beautifully written. It was so soft and the way you described how they behaved… And the jelly bean idea is pure genius! You know how much I love the way you write Chris, he’s the stupid bearded sweater wearing dumb dork we adore

  • Drunk Texts by @4theluvofall - {NSFW} - Alert. Things are getting hot and interesting here. Actually, the introduction is quite hilarious because I just love the way Chris is written. A bit of Dom!Chris to make your day look better is all you need. And lastly, the gif used works so well with the whole dynamic of the one-shot.

  • His Devilish Fingers by @theycallmebecca - {NSFW} - I love the writing style so much! This was so amazing, heated and passionate. The way the pleasure switches between Chris and then Reader is so well-written and I really enjoyed the fact it happened also silently. Honestly, Becca’s dabbles are so good - NSFW or not - that I couldn’t choose more. So, check her Master List and enjoy the great work. It’s worth it.

  • Not Your Typical Frat Boy: Part 1 / Part 2 by @i-dont-do-rpfs - {NSFW} - Frat Boy Evans? Yes, please! This is so good and the dynamic between the frat boy and the real Chris is amazing. Suffer with me and drown in hotness and the want to punch Chris and then yourself in the face… you will understand.

  • The New Model by @angryschnauzer - {NSFW} - I absolutely loved this work and I made an effort to enjoy the Daddy kink lightly used here. The plot, the place and the way Chris is written is very new and work well together. As ever, I’m just a huge admirer of the writing style which is very inspiring and pure art.


Miscellaneous characters

- Johnny Storm

  • I Don’t Know Why I Instigate by @bittenbyimagines - This is just so funny. Johnny can’t keep his hands to himself and especially when he’s feeling hot… this perfect set when he was experiencing the first side effects of the cosmic storm in Fantastic Four.
  • Drunk Enough by @imaginesnthings - I like the way the author explored furthermore the struggle Johnny began to feel during the events of Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer – where he realizes that being this womanizer won’t last forever and he has to find THE one. It’s just a really great one-shot.

 - Curtis Everett

  • Terrified by @chrisevans-imagines - {NSFW} - Brilliant! We need more Curtis in our lives and Ava is one of the authors who fulfilled our wish. He got his head straight and finally made the first move. I really loved this one because this shows the soft and venerable side of his personality.
  • Shhhhh by @captaincorruptor - {NSFW} - Everything about that one-shot is perfect: the writing is just brilliant and the characterization is on point. Curtis: the tortured soul, but the caring leader. What I love the most - apart from the brilliant smut itself - is the way the atmosphere in the train is described. Read this one, seriously.

  • After Hours: Part 1 / Part 2 by @ariallane - {NSFW} - An AU worth reading. I’m so glad because Curtis deserves so much love and this is all about him and his pleasure and comfort. It’s nice seeing him happy after what happened in the train and it’s actually very, very hot! Especially the last part.

- Jake Jensen

  • Accidental Friend by @misshyen - The humor and the fluff were so mixed so well and the characterization is very accurate. I loved every bit of this and I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time. When I read the first paragraph, I literally had his voice in my head singing Don’t Stop Believin’.
  • Smooth Criminal by @such-fun - Cutest piece of writing here! The awkward and adorable dork we love so much perfectly written and the plot is actually so cool because that’s something he would totally do.

  • Shut Up by @samuelsbucky - {NSFW} - I was so damn happy when I read it because it is the FIRST Jake Jensen x Reader smut I found in years! A very bold Jensen we have here, but this is honestly so good!

- Frank Adler

  • Perfect Distractions: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 by @always-an-evans-addict - {NSFW} - This mini-series starts to very cute and then stop to hot damn… the chemistry is great and Frank is such a little tease, always taunting Reader. I particularly enjoyed it because of the atmosphere.
  • Cupcakes and Rainstorms: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 by @angryschnauzer - {NSFW} - That was wonderfully written, I’m such a big fan of your style and it’s so inspiring. Everything was perfect: the way you wrote all of them, the interaction was amazing and the build-up perfect. It was so smooth and natural. You’ve done such a great job.

- Mike Weiss

  • What’s Left by @forceimagines - {NSFW} – Here is the ONLY Mike Weiss fic on the internet, so you can’t pass this one up because this might one of my favorites. The balance between angst – which is very necessary, knowing Mike – and the smut were perfect. It hits right in the feels and the ending opens to many possibilities. Bravo.
Shit I Pulled In High School

So my friend and I got talking about the good old days and it hit me that I’ve probably got some mildly entertaining tales from my teenage years ( which only ended four years ago I can’t believe I made it to 23 )

So here’s a few of the shenanigans Hot Mess High School Me got into ~

( I went to a weird school that threw grades 7 -12 together in the same buildings so this is at the same school the whole time just not divided into middle school and high school )


7th Grade

- Made the art teacher gasp because I knew a surprising amount about Medieval art styles ( I’m obsessed with history and the Medieval era is just such a hot mess of a time)

- Got scolded in Math class for reading , learned to read more stealthily

- Memorized the coded language from ’ Vladimir Todd ’ , a popular teen book series about a sarcastic teenage vampire who just wants to be normal, and used it to write notes in class


Eventually this resulted in my getting sent to the counselor because the teacher suspected me of being a cult leader

I ran with that assumption and to this day the school still thinks I founded the cult of Vladimirism , a cult devoted to the protection and support of rebellious teen outcasts , queer kids , and unfairly treated main characters ( we’re a small cult but we are very nice and membership is free , we spread love and rebellion , our mascot is a baby bat )

- Started a week long debate on sexism in history class with my teacher , which resulted in him actually awarding the most fervent arguers a free soda

Turned out it was just a scam of his to see how many of us were actually morally upstanding , and which ones were rooted deep in the patriarchal bullshit .

I got a soda AND a candy bar because I kicked off the debate by asking

“ We talk a lot about oppressed groups but we haven’t talked about women yet, do you think women aren’t oppressed?”

Which got a sexist boy in back to go “ Women don’t count ”

And I snapped back “ Women can count higher than YOU”


8th Grade

- Caused an ethical , moral, and spiritual debate in my Seminary class over abortion that ended with three girls declaring themselves Athiests


- Accused my Seminary Teacher of racism and sexism for his assumption that God is white and male

- Got kicked out of Seminary for arguing with the teacher about God hating gay people , and instead of going back in after ten minutes I just left and went to my friend’s house

- Called out my chemistry teacher for overlooking the accomplishments of women in the scientific fields


- Accidentally became a student librarian because I spent so much time there and I memorized the book keeping system

- Was officially the most well-read student and got an award for checking out over thirty books in a month

9th Grade

- Got suspended because a teacher heard me singing P!nk’s “ Fun House ” and thought the lyric ’ burn this sucker down’ was a threat of arson so I got to meet the Sheriff ( who incidentally was the father of one of my classmates and who still invited me to his daughter’s birthday party the next week ) and even though Sheriff Brooks was intimidating I cry REALLY easily so I got off with a warning despite me never remotely intending to burn my school down

I got suspended for a week but it was actually fine , and the Sheriff was super chill to me after that


- Was extra enough to get voted Most Dramatic in the yearbook

Was it because I frequently flopped down on the floor to nap if I was tired?

Or was it my complete overreaction to anything unexpected?

Maybe it was my scathing remarks to everything

’ Do you want to be study buddies’

’ Brittany, why would I want to study with someone with can’t spell their name right ’


Or my dramatic reactions to anything even slightly inconvient

’ THE HEAVENS ARE DISPLEASED WITH YOU MERE MORTALS, THEY WEEP AT YOUR FAILURES “

’ It’s just raining calm down ’

’ dude I’m more concerned about the fact she referred to US as mortals but not her? ’


’ Aw man , the cafeteria is out of pudding cups ’

” THE FIRST PLAGUE BEGINS , WE WERE WARNED OF THIS IN THE PROPHECY “

” What? What prophecy? “

10th Grade

- Got caught writing fan fiction in class but didn’t get in trouble because my teacher was a hardcore Harry Potter fan and he just wanted to read the story
( it was a Weasley Twins Deathly Hallows AU and I’ll post it on ao3 if you wantttt)

- Skipped school like six times to watch Inuyasha with my friend Melanie ( I faked being sick and just went to her house instead of going home)


- Became the school’s top badass because I stealthily orchestrated the expulsion of every kid who bullied me or my siblings and never got caught

( hey Ashley Bassett if you’re reading this I snitched on you , and I don’t regret it )

11th Grade
- Planned a prank that scared my U.S.Marine drama coach so much he almost called in reinforcements

I got my whole Drama class to fake a murder scene in the auditorium because Tony ( our coach) said we didn’t act dead convincingly .

So we faked a Sweeney Todd worthy slaughter fest , making it appear as though thirty teens were brutally murdered .

It was GLORIOUS. My friend Indi runs out into the hall , knowing Tony is just entering the building , and he first thing Tony sees is an apparently mortally wounded kid running toward him, gasping out last words.

’ They…got …us …They got all of us….run….SAVE YOURSELF ”

And then Indi collapses right there , looking for all the world like he’s dead , and poor Tony just panics and burst into the auditorium , flips the lights on, and screams

We listen to him freak out for a minute, but as he pulls out his phone to call the cops , Indi sneaks up behind him and taps his shoulder and goes “ Was that convincing enough, Tony? ”

Tony about fainted

12th Grade

- Snuck the name Sasuke Uchiha into every assignment


- Turned Naruto Running into a thing at my school


- Caused an existential crisis for my English teacher by suggesting that everything we experience could be fictional and we could be fictional characters unaware we don’t exist , and that death is simply someone finishing our book , but there’s no way to probe or disprove this theory because this reality (?) is all we know


- secretly wrote cryptic riddles in my school books for the next student to find


- The words ’ Bankai’, ’ Hollow’ and ’ soul reaper’ got banned in class because teachers thought it was a cult thing and none of us discouraged that thought

the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

wc : 3.4k

author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 


   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you’ve only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 

chemistry, part 1

Originally posted by stilesstilinski37

pairings: teacher!dylan o'brien x student!reader.

warnings: just some cursing.

a/n: I am really really excited about this new series, so I hope y'all like chemistry teacher O'Brien just as much as I do.

word count: 2k+


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all life is strange ship prompts

Most of these prompts I’ve basically discarded or they’ve already been written, but I have many prompt ideas so here’s small little ideas for you guys (Sorry, I’m Pricefield trash so there’s a ton of those, but please send me your story so I can read them if you do use one of these ideas please because I like reading new life is strange fanfics):

Pricefield:
- “We experimented over wine-tasting sessions as kids, but now we’re adults meeting each other for the first time in five years and oh my god is that sexual tension between us?”
- “I’m terrified of men because of something that happened in the past, and Rachel and Chloe are trying to make me feel comfortable with Warren but I’m slowly realizing that it’s not Warren that my eyes have been focused on.”
- “Warren keeps asking me to the drive-in so I asked my best friend Chloe for advice, so now we’re fake dating but I think I’m really getting used to this idea.”
- “This punk girl keeps on coming to the homeless shelter at the same time each week purchasing a shit ton of water bottles, canned chili, and loaves of bread with money that comes from God-knows-where but holy shit, she’s actually royalty whose parents are trying to keep her name under wraps.”
- “I recited one of my poems at a poetry slam about my childhood best friend, turns out she was there listening to my every word and now I’m humiliated.”
- “I dared Max to kiss me, but her nose started bleeding and I can tell she’s rewinded more than once and she just told me not to pull back because apparently, that’s what’s going to happen.”
- “Max and I are at her Seattle home, and I just discovered a treehouse her Dad built for her. I’m sorry, Ryan, I’m using this opportunity alone with your daughter to try and seduce her.”


Marshfield:
- “One of the pieces you played on the violin is something I recognized, and you anonymously (even though I know it was you) slid a tape under the door of that piece on Valentines day.”
- “It started raining on our tea date, so we ran inside the cafe with our clothes dripping wet but wow, Kate, you’re so cute with your hair pulled out of the bun.”
- “Max has been taking photos for the children’s book I’m writing and one of the photos she took was of the sunset with a sweet quote on it and I think I’m blushing.”
- “We decided to skip class, and we went to the park with Alice in the middle of the day and wow, Max’s smile is so beautiful. Am I really thinking this?”
- “After Max saved me off that rooftop, all I’ve been thinking about is how much she’s supported me over the past month and a half she’s known me and according to google, I have a crush on Max.”


Chasefield:
- “I’ve been talking to this girl online and turns out, she’s just like me and I’m starting to dig her. Turns out when I meet her, she’s one of the girls I personally resent.”
- “I ended up saving your ass from getting eaten by a crocodile while we’re camping but I still hate you. Okay, so maybe that’s not the case. What’s it to you?”
- “Even though you’re trouble, you still invited me to your celebration banquet after getting one of your photos in your parents gallery and we seem to get along just fine when we genuinely talk to each other. Wait, are you flirting with me now?”
- “We accidentally hooked up in the middle of a party involving a shit ton of alcohol and now I’m trying to figure out how to approach you about it. Turns out, you were pretty sober during the party and you weren’t exactly rejecting my advances.”
- “You were holding my arms while I rewinded to try and erase the argument we just had, but turns out my rewind power doesn’t work on you, and now you’re freaking out asking me what the fuck is going on but at least we’re on good terms now, right? I’m now this God-like person to you, and now you’re scared yet intrigued by me.”

Grahamfield:
- “So maybe the drive-in didn’t help us progress in our relationship, but we definitely managed to hook up after an experiment gone wrong.”
- “We’re graduating out of Blackwell Academy, and I didn’t expect to blush furiously and freeze onstage when you blew a kiss in my direction.”
- “I’m tutoring you in chemistry since you’re not doing too great in it, turns out there’s only one type of chemistry you’re interested in.”
- “I fell asleep in your dorm room during a movie marathon of Harry Potter, and I woke up to you staring at me affectionately and I’m 95% sure I’m drooling.”
- “You convinced me to head to Comic Con with you, but you’re the only one cosplaying while I’m taking a ton of pictures of your nerdy self. I think this side of you is kind of cute.”


Chaseprice:
- “I ended up blackmailing Victoria after she pulled some shit on my best friend Max, so now she’s willing to do anything I say. And I mean anything.”
- “It’s prom night, and since Nathan hates prom, I’m stuck with the single group of people which includes Chloe in a tux and wow is it getting hot in here?”
- “Stop bothering me by coming up to my dorm room and knocking on it. Oh wait, you’re actually dropping off flowers this time?”
- “Nathan, I know this is gonna sound weird but I think the blue haired girl I keep on seeing around Blackwell putting up those Rachel Amber posters is really hot. How do I approach her?”
- “Chloe keeps on pranking me, turns out she doesn’t know how to express her feelings towards me.”


Ambrice:
- “At the lighthouse, I was thinking about ending my life when you came up behind me and started a conversation with me about something stupid, but you fucking saved my life.”
- “We nearly got busted for smoking pot in the parking lot of a restaurant, but it’s okay because we were making out the majority of the time so that’s partly why I didn’t notice.”
- “After getting really high together, both of us almost got hit by a car when we realized it was parked and now we’re making out against said car.”
- “We’re at a party together playing truth or dare and someone just dared me to kiss you but wow, that’s not going to be the first time I’m going to kiss you.”
- “Both of us end up in Los Angeles, and I’m not sure what is going on but I think you’ve been more touchy-feely this trip than throughout our entire friendship.”


Caulscott (Max/Nathan):

- “I’m starting to get obsessed with this version of you because you’re changing from snoopy nerd into this untouchable badass within this entire week.”
- “After you overheard of my situation with Mr. Jefferson on accident, you secretly called the police and arrested him and I’ve never felt so relieved and happy in my life.”
- “You visited me in the hospital and gave me a hug, and instead my heart is going out to you because you really do seem to care even though I give you so much shit in school.”
- “Max has been reluctantly taking care of me while I’ve been sick since Victoria can’t do it because she’s been out of town visiting family, but she’s been so sweet to me so I don’t mind the arrangement.”
- “I recognized Nathan at the aquarium spending the majority of the time with the whales, and there was this big cheesy smile on his face that immediately grabbed my attention. Now that I’m noticing it, this is my first time seeing Nathan smile…and it’s nice.”


Chasescott:
- “Victoria keeps telling me to find a girlfriend, but is she not getting the fact that I want to date her instead? Sheesh.”
- “Both of us don’t ever bring up about how we discussed marrying each other in middle school until we both got really high together and ended up talking about that.”
- “My Dad mistakes Victoria for my girlfriend, and when she vehemently denies, for some reason, I feel upset over it and correct her surprising Victoria and myself.”
- “We’re playing Laser Tag together one night but you kissed me out of nowhere in the middle of the game, and what the fuck is our relationship now? Are we best friends? Lovers?”
- “When she asked what my type was, I accidentally made it obvious that she was my type and now she’s giving me a funny look but it doesn’t seem to be a bad look either.”


Grahamscott (Nathan/Warren):
- “You were in the locker room getting dressed, and WOW I just noticed your six pack. Why am I thinking so much over this?”
- “You’ve changed from nerdy boy to hardass, and for some reason, that’s my type? I think I’m starting to get curious about you now.”
- “We ran into each other in a gay bar, and I’ve never seen both of us look so ashamed and embarrassed in my life.”
- “I ended up in the hospital due to a really bad car accident, and you were the first person I woke up to. Apparently you slept by my bedside and didn’t leave my side once.”
- “I’ve been talking to him on grindr, but he doesn’t know that I have a crush on him. Yet.”


Hellalujah (Kate/Chloe):
- “You came up to me on campus and invited me to your Church group. Instead of being interested in that, now I’m interested in you.”
- “Alice seemed to have gotten out again and it’s raining, but the only person whose around to help is me. You’ve been coming over everyday after school after discovering I’m sick because of that to make me soup and cheer me up whoops did I mention I’m starting to have feelings for you?”
- “You’re the type of person I want to be: Free to make any decision I want, and finally I’m given that opportunity when you and I decide to smoke weed together in private and now I’m feeling pretty good about everything and you.”
- “I’m in cultural anthropology and we’re in a heated discussion about opposites attracting, yet you’re telling me they don’t but I’m going to prove to you they do.”


Amberpricefield:
- “Chloe tried to make Max breakfast since it’s her birthday and Chloe totally fucked up and burnt all the food so now we’re eating burnt toast but it’s whatever, we love Chloe anyway.”
- “I just walked in on Chloe and Rachel hooking up which got awkward really fast, and I told them to continue and I guess I joined in.”
- “We’re roadtripping but Chloe gets lost and we end up staying the night in a cabin since we’re nearby a campsite when I confess that I’ve never been kissed and both girls end up fighting over kissing me.”
- “We’re at a Halsey concert and they’re playing our song whenever both of us realize how Max is more than ready for the mosh pit.”


Pricemarshfield:

- “We decided to go food shopping, and Chloe keeps on throwing junk food into the basket but Kate keeps on putting the junk food back in when Max isn’t looking.”
- “Both me and Max come out to Kate about our relationship when she admits that she’s always been a little bicurious herself. A joke about that quickly turns serious.”
- “I just took down Kate’s viral video by going into Victoria’s youtube account, and turns out after watching it, Kate kissed a wasted Chloe. But Kate ends up being so relieved she kisses me too? So now she’s held responsible for both of us.”
- “Max brought us to the zoo and she’s torn between me wanting to see the insect exhibit and Kate wanting to stay where she is because Kate really dislikes insects so Max decides to compensate for the entire party by coming up with an idea all of us will enjoy.”


Bonus:
Frank-N-Beans:

- “As a kid, I used to hate beans but whatever these beans are, they’ve gotten me addicted to beans and now my nickname is Frank-N-Beans.”



*ACOWAR SPOILERS*

Anyway Moriel shippers whining about Mor being gay can suck my dick lol.

Is it probably tokenism? Yes. Is it probably going to be lazy, last minute representation? Yes. Do any of you homophobes using these things for your complaints actually fucking give a shit about whether or not it’s tokenism? No! You’re just homophobic, so stop pretending like you actually care about the quality of gay representation!

I can’t believe some of you actually have the audacity to to say shit like “this is coming out of nowhere” and “Mor just doesn’t SEEM like she’s gay” and “but poor Azriel!” and “but I wanted Moriel to happen!” and “I’m not saying I don’t want representation, I just don’t think it should be Mor.”

First of all, if you’re straight (and most of the people complaining here are) how DARE you say anything about Mor “seeming gay” or not. How DARE you. What the actual fuck could you possibly know about it. Nothing. You could know nothing.

Second of all, of COURSE you don’t think it should be Mor. You CARE about Mor. Mor is beautiful, bubbly, funny, smart, outgoing. Her storyline is important to the main plot. She’s survived tragedy and emerged triumphant. You relate to her. And most of all, you want her to get together with a male character. And for her to be GAY? Oh no! Now this is ruined for you. Now she’s not perfect anymore. God forbid gay people have a gay character with positive traits they can look up to and relate to in a series. God forbid ONE character out of a TON of straights had to be made gay and now you can’t relate anymore.

I’ve seen multiple people say “I like the representation, but I thought Mor should be with Azriel and Amren should be gay. Why couldn’t it be Amren?” This. Is VERY telling. Amren is described as not overly beautiful, she has a more abrasive personality, and most importantly, she doesn’t seem interested in any kind of romantic relationship. At all. Her being gay would not get in the way of ANY of your straight romances/ships/plots. It probably would’t even be brought up a lot, because it’s doubtful she’d even be with someone. So people saying that Amren would have been a better candidate feels very much like “Ugh, the gays can HAVE that weird freak Amren, but it’s not fair they get that pretty girl! How can MOR be gay?? What about the boy I want as her boyfriend?”

So many people are shielding themselves from being called homophobic by saying “I want a character to be LGBT! I want there to be representation for LGBT! (Just not THIS character)” Well that’s bullshit, first of all because the way you say “LGBT” instead of “LGBT characters” or “gay characters” kinda reveals the way you view representation as some nebulous kind of check-the-box category to get over with instead something actually important, and second of all because the “LGBT representation” that you’re “all for” is a very specific kind of representation. It’s the kind that isn’t really representation at all.

You’re “all for LGBT rep,” but you never actually want characters you LIKE to be gay. You never want the characters you ship in straight relationships to turn out gay. You want the ugly characters, the evil characters (who are going to die anyway), the characters who never end up in relationships, (and the “smol bean xD” men who you fetishize and ship with other men, but that’s another issue) to turn out gay. That way you can pat yourself on the back for how good and diverse your series is while continuing to enjoy the main straight characters in their straight relationships. That way you’re never forced to invest in the humanity of gay people and their stories, because their “stories” are just a casual mention of their sexuality, or a side plot so tiny it might as well not exist (like in tog).

And as for “poor Azriel!” do I really have to tell you why that’s fucking dumb? I guess it’s not uncommon in this fandom to always prioritize men over women (re: “poor Rhysand when Feyre had to sleep with her abuser that must have been so hard for HIM!!”), but still. Listen to yourself.

On top of all of this, I find it pretty funny (I don’t. I don’t find it funny. At all. None of this is funny it makes me want to vomit) that straight people are throwing a tantrum and acting like it’s the worst thing ever that a ship they were passionate about couldn’t work out because of the characters’ sexualities. HAHAHAHAHAHA! The irony of it, honestly, and the fact that none of you realize it… wow. Do y’all. Have any idea. How many times that happens to gay readers? On a REGULAR basis?? The two characters are similar. Have good chemistry. Interact in a way that hints at a relationship. Would be perfect together. You care about them, you grow invested. And just when you think they might be endgame… oops! They’re straight, and they can’t be together. I don’t have an ounce of pity for people saying that they’re SO upset by this because they were in love with the ship and now it can’t happen because of sexuality. This is our LIFE. It happened to you one fucking time, and the relationship wasn’t even that developed; somehow I think you’ll be okay.

To sum it up, when I hear people complaining about Mor being gay because they thought she should be with Azriel, literally all I hear is “wait but gay people are fine only as long as they don’t get in the way of straight ships and characters :( why can’t they stay on the fringes of the plot where they belong and leave us straights alone :( we used to have 100% of the characters and plot and now we only have 99% :( life is so hard :(“

It’s honestly just really disheartening to see straight people responding so nastily to this, especially when this is just a tiny drop of real representation. Mor’s sexuality might not end up being well done in the book, but there are a lot of gay and bi girls who read these books and this could genuinely make a difference to them. And THAT will ALWAYS be more important than the success of a straight ship, especially in a series in which there is absolutely NO shortage of straight ships and characters. Go pick two of the other 10,000 straight characters to ship and leave us alone.

Pretty Boy

Warnings: Curse words, this isn’t edited

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester (mentioned), Sister!Reader Winchester, Peter Parker, Ned, etc.

Summary: The reader goes to New York and meets some new friends at her school

Word Count: 1,818

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

E/C: eye colour

Mx. This is like Mr. or Ms. except it doesn’t identify gender. I wanted to make this without mentioning gender so

a/n: Yup, this is a crossover. Spn and Spiderman:Homecoming! Hope you guys like it


BEEP BEEP BEEP

Slowly you opened your eyes as the sound of your alarm clock continued to sound. You yawned loudly as you hit the alarm clock, the annoying sound finally stopping. 7 AM it read, you rolled your eyes and laid in your bed thinking about how much you didn’t want to get up. You had never gone to an actual school, not in a long time at least. Your brothers let you have online school, it was much easier for everyone really. They didn’t have to worry having to put you into the a different school overtime you moved and you didn’t have to worry about all the stress other people gave you. You don’† know why they decided right now was a good idea to put you back into a real life school, Sam had said something about wanting to give you the full high school experience before you graduated.

You let your mind wander to your first day back in school, you were entering as a sophomore. You remembered how nervous you were, you had completely forgotten how stressing real life schools were. There were so many people all the time now, before you didn’t have to deal with any popular kids giving you a hard time. 

You walked to the principals office after asking around for about twenty minutes. Immediately noticing your presence, the man stood up and presented himself.

“Hello I’m the principle here at Midtown, you must be Y/N?”

“Y-yeah.” 

After a minute of talking about how you you used to take online school and your classes, the principle said “Well, come with me. Classes are ‘bout to start.” He walked towards the door and opened it, letting you walk out first. The walk to your first class was awkward, primarily your principle asking you questions and you answering with an “Uh huh” or an “Uh uh”. Finally you reached your class. Again he opened the door and let you walk in first. 

“Your first class is World Religions I believe” he said to no response.

“Good Morning everyone!” The man was answered by a few muttered good mornings in response. “Well, today we have a new student. Please treat her kindly, she’s must be very nervous. Just like you must have been when you first entered!” You rolled your eyes slightly at this, man you hated doing this.  “Please, Y/N tell us a little about yourself. Where you’re from, and so on.” He said, and you cringed internally, you really  hated this. 


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|| The New Girl ||

{summary: “the other students call Peter ‘Penis’ Parker.”}

this whole story was inspired by a snippet in an ign article that i screencapped and posted yesterday x))))) it was the best prompt for me and i just had to write something short and sweet for it!

this is dedicated to all of my readers out there who have given my stories a chance and followed this blog. i really love you guys and i thank you so much for making this personal blog of mine so much fun to run!

warnings: none

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Drabble: you've been talking to Tom on Instagram through DMs and there's obviously chemistry between the two of you and it's very flirty. The two of you find things that remind each other of the other one and send letters back and forth. He finally gets a little break in his schedule and surprises you.


You were a little known actress who was generating some buzz for your solid featured roles. You had a day off from auditions, so you were scrolling through Instagram when you saw a photo your friend Zendaya posted. You liked it and put heart eyes emojis under it. And kept scrolling.

“Awe, Y/N!” Zendaya squealed as she sat in Tom’s trailer. “Huh?” Tom asked looking up from his phone. “Oh nothing. My friend Y/N, who I haven’t talked to in forever just liked my pic.” She smiled and had an idea, “I’ll give her a call.”

You were surprised that she called you, “Hey Z!”,”Hey boo!”

Before you knew it, you two were on Facetime for about 2 hours. “Oh shoot, I have to go they’re calling us back on set!”

“I forgot you’re doing that new Spidey movie!” You remembered. “Yeah, oh here’s Tom.”

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 8/?)

Hiii, sorry I’ve been MIA for a while but adult life has attacked me.

This part was supposed to be so good (at least it was in my mind) but because I was writing it for so long in little parts it became a mess lol, I’ll do better next time xxx

PART 1    PART 2     PART 3     PART 4     PART 5     PART 6     PART 7


Montgomery ignored my call. Again. It was two weeks after halloween party, over two months since we started hooking up and as much as that was going great, being his Chemistry partner wasn’t so good. I shut my locker’s door and rushed to boy’s locker room.

“Where’s Montgomery?”, I asked when I walked inside.

“He already got changed and went to the practice. Y/N, you can’t be here”, Jeff answered.

I left without saying a word and went to the practice. I spotted Monty warming up, doing circles with his arms.

“Montgomery!”, I shouted.

He mumbled something, and started walking towards me.

“What the fuck are you thinking?!”, I asked. Few people boo’ed but I ignored them. “Project is due tomorrow, remember?!”

“Shh, don’t make a scene”, he grabbed my arm and started leading me towards exit.

“Don’t shush me, you little fucker”, I got my hand out of his grip. “Your practice is two hours long, library will be closed by that time and if you think I’m gonna do whole work by myself, you’re fucking wrong”, I was talking loud, so everybody would heard what it was about and not think it was a girlfriend-boyfriend scene.

“Come on”, he mumbled and walked me out of the practice. “My parents aren’t home, I’ll give you my keys, wait there for me, we’ll finish project after I’m done. I’ll be right back”, he went into the locker’s room.

I crossed my arms on my chest and waited for him.

“Here”, he handed me the keys. “I already did some work on the project, so… You know…”, he looked at the floor. “It won’t take forever”.

“You did?”, I asked as it seemed a bit unbelieveable for him to do anything on his own.

Monty shrugged. Now I felt like an idiot for making a scene.

“Umm, okay, I’ll go home to grab some things and tell my mum I’ll be home later and go to your place”, I said as I hid keys in my bag.

“Okay, see you later”, he nodded his head and went back to practice.

“Mum!”, I shouted as I got home. “Dad?”

Nobody was there. I took my phone to make a call.

“Mum, where are you?”, I asked when she answered.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you, I had to stay at the office a little longer. Will you be alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. What about dad?”

“He probably has more patients”.

“Anyway, I just called to tell, I’m leaving, I have to finish chemistry project for tomorrow, so I might be late”, I said while at the same time I was packing all my chemistry books to my bag.

“Okay, have fun”, she said. I wasn’t sure if she even listened to me.

“It’s chemistry project, mum”, I rolled my eyes. “Bye”, I hung up.

I left home and drive to Monty’s. I opened the door with his keys and got inside. It felt weird to be in his house alone. Not even with him, but completely alone. Why didn’t I just wait at my own home for 2 hours and then come here?
I sat on the couch in the living room, took my phone and started scrolling through Facebook, instagram, watched some Youtube videos and then my stomach started making noises.

“Fuck”, I mumbled as I realized how hungry I was. I checked my phone. Monty should finish his practice in 15 minutes.

Y/N: You have something to eat?

I went to the kitchen and poured myself some water as I expected to wait 15 minutes for answer but my phone buzzed much faster.

Montgomery: Just go to the kitchen and take whatever you want

Y/N: Are you hungry?

I thought that teenage boys are always hungry, especially after two hours baseball practice.

Montgomery: Starving. I’ll make myself some sandwich and we’ll get straight to work x

Oh no, de la Cruz, you’re not eating sandwich after whole day at school. Take whatever you want, he said. So I did. I found some chicken and veggies in the fridge, I found rice in the shelves and decided to make dinner.

It was nearly ready when Monty got home.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here”, I said.

“Wow, girl, what are you doing?”, he asked when he walked into the kitchen.

“Well, you’re hungry, I’m hungry, so… I’m making a dinner”, I smiled.

“Wow, it looks good”, he said when he stood next to me and looked on the dishes. “Okay, I’ll take a quick shower, we’ll eat and then project”.

“Okay, go”, I nodded my head.

Ten minutes later Monty went upstairs wearing only his sweats, no shirt on.

“Would it actually hurt you if you put your shirt on?”, I asked while giving him plate with his food.

“Nothing you haven’t seen before, babe”

“I’m not your babe”, I sighed and rolled my eyes. 

“You’ll never get bored of that response, huh?”, he chuckled.

“Nope. ‘Babe’ is reserved for a boyfriend…”

“You don’t have a boyfriend”, he interrupted.

“I know”, I rolled my eyes again. “I mean somewhere in the future. I will get a boyfriend one day, you know that?”

“Yeah, you’re hot, why wouldn’t you get one?”, he shrugged. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend by the way?”, he asked. “I mean… You’re pretty, you’re smart, you’re nice and everything, you’re damn cheerleader, you own that school. You’re a catch. So how is it possible you’re single?”

I stared at him for a few seconds.

“So you can describe girl using other words than ‘hot’?”, I chuckled.

“Not the point, Y/N”, he rolled his eyes. 

“God, Monty, I don’t know”, I shrugged. “Go to school, ask any of the boys why they never asked me out”.

“I think I know why”, he said nodding his head slowly. “They’re afraid”.

“Excuse me?”, I laughed in his face.

“As I said, you’re a catch, top league, they’re afraid they aren’t in the same league and they don’t want to be rejected”, he said. 

“You’re ridiculous”, I snorted. “Eat”.

I started getting uncomfortable. He asked me all those questions, complimented me so much and I’m not a person who can take compliments.

“Plus you can cook”, he said while putting another bite into his mouth.

“It’s chicken with veggies, I’m not masterchef”.

“You really can’t take compliments”, he shook his head.

***

I sat on the kitchen counter while Monty was rinsing dishes before putting them into washer.

“Can you hurry, we have work, Mont”, I rushed him.

“Can you chill for once in your life and stop stressing over everything?”

“Listening to you makes me feel like I’m the most neurotic person in the world, you know”, I stood next to him.

“You are”, he snorted.

Staring in his face I put my hand under running water and splashed his face. He looked at me surprised and did the same to me.

“You didn’t…”, I mumbled trying not to smudge mascara all over my face.

“You started it”, Monty chuckled.

“You don’t have freaking make up on your face”, I splashed him again.

“Okay, okay, it’s done, otherwise we will never do the damn project”, he raised his hands.

“Hurry up”, I turned to go and sit on the chair when suddenly I felt cold water all over my back.

“Monty…”, I said through my clenched teeth and slowly turned towards him.

He was standing with a mug in his hand, trying not to laugh. I came to the sink in the second, took another mug and pour water directly on his face.

“Okay, you asked for it”, Monty grabbed me around my knees and threw me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, Monty, what are you doing, put me down!”, I laughed smacking his back.

“Not gonna happen, babe”, he said walking with me towards downstairs bathroom and smacking my ass.

“Take your fucking hand off of my ass and put me down”, I punched his back again. “Oh, and I’m not your babe”.

Montgomery totally wasn’t listening to me, we got to the bathroom, holding me tighter with one hand he reached shower hand, started the water and rinsed it all over me.

“Monty!”, I laughed and instead of smacking and kicking him I started tickling him.

“Now you start with that?!”, he asked and put me down but before I could even make a step he grabbed me in my waist and started tickling too.

“No, no, no, I have tickles”, I tried to cover sides of my body with my arms.

“I know you have”, he laughed tickling me as the water was on for the whole time and by now we both were wet.

I was moving away from him until my back met wall.

“Looks like you’re stuck here”, he smirked putting his hands on the wall by the sides of my head.

I smiled at him innocently, “Or… I can…”, I started tickling him again which was stupid because he was already prepared for that and had his muscles clenched. He grabbed my hands in pinched them above my head.

“You never learn, do you”, he said.

By the time his face was only inches away from mine, his wet hair were in a  mess, I could look closely at his freckles, while he was staring me in the eyes.

I felt my heart racing up waiting for him to kiss me. Instead of that he gently took some wet hair of my face, gently caressed my cheek. One of my hands was free now so I used it to pull him closer to me and I kissed him. Soon I felt his finger clenching on my hips. I took my wet shirt off and pressed my whole body to Monty but suddenly he moved away from me.

“I’ll get you some dry clothes”, he whispered.

“Okay”, I mumbled after a moment, I was bit confused.

Monty usually never missed a chance to start a make out session and now when I was standing in front of him, inches away, in wet clothes that I had to took off anyway, he didn’t do anything?

He came back after a minute with a towel and t-shirt.

“You know, that’s not clothes, that’s a single piece of clothing”, I said.

“It’s not like there is something I haven’t seen before”, he smirked and pointed at me.

I rolled my eyes and took my shirt off. Monty was still in the bathroom looking at me.

“Thank you, I’ll get to your room in a minute”.

“Oh come on, like I just said, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before”.

“Bye!”, I pushed him out of the bathroom and closed the door.

Few minutes later I showed up in his room wearing his t-shirt and holding my wet clothes.

“Can you do something about that?”, I asked.

“Yeah, I’ll put it in the dryer”, he took them from me, left for a minute.

I sat on his bed and covered myself with a blanket because I was a little cold.

Monty came back holding my bag with all my chemistry stuff.

“We probably gonna need this”, he said putting it next to me.

“Can I ask you something?”, I asked because that bathroom thing kinda bothered me. “What happened it the bathroom?”

“I won the water battle if that’s what you mean”, he looked at me confused.

“No, that’s not what I mean”, I rolled my eyes. “I mean…You had me pinched to the wall, without my shirt, in wet clothes… And nothing. It’s like… It’s weird. It’s not like you”, I shrugged.

“Well, for once I wanted to do something right. You came here to do chemistry project, we’re doing chemistry project”, he sat next to me. “By the way it’s 7 pm and we haven’t even started”, he said. “Not that I didn’t think about it though”, he added after few seconds.

Project was pain in the ass even though Monty really did quite a big part of it on his own.

“Are you sure you had “C” last year?“, I asked.

"Yeah, I’m pretty sure I know what my grades are”, he nodded. “I just… You know, you’re good at this and you care about good grade, so I really worked on it.”

“What, I’m not neurotic bossy chick that cares about pointless stuff anymore?”, I asked.

“I’ve never called you neurotic, bossy or chick”, he pointed at me with his pen. “So don’t put words in my mouth”

“Or what?”, I looked at him with daring look.

“You’re starting again?”, he eyed me up and down, I was still wearing his t-shirt which was basically like a dress on me.

“What if I am?”

“Jesus, woman, I try to do right thing for once”, he sighed.

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t think about it today already”, I bit my lower lip and put my leg over his.

“What about the project?”, he asked while his finger were already going up and down my thigh.  

“It can wait a moment”, I whispered with my face, again today, inches away from his.

“Looks like it’ll have to”, Monty’s hand was sliding under my (his) shirt, his lips went to my neck.  He leaned me on the bed, hovering over me, leaving wet kisses on my jaw. He started touching me through my panties.

Quiet moan escaped my mouth, little grin showed up on Monty’s face. We both were aware of the effect we had on each other and we both clearly liked it.

“You’ve been a very good girl today”, he said while pulling my shirt up. “To thank for all the good things you did today”, he was leaving kisses down my stomach, “I’m gonna eat something else today”.

***

By 11 pm when I was almost sleeping with my eyes opened Monty suddenly got up and left the room. That woke me up.

Seconds later he came back with my dry clothes.

“Okay, Y/N, you’re tired, get change, go home, we’re almost finished, I can do the rest myself”, he assured.

“No, no, I’m okay”, I shook my head. “I’m good. Do me some coffee and I’ll be fine”.

“You’re not drinking coffee at 11 pm”, he looked at me seriously.

“Okay, mum”, I rolled my eyes, took my clothes from him and went to the bathroom. “Are you sure you can finish it alone?”, I asked when I came back.

“Yeah, I mean we have everything, we just have to put it together and that I can do”.

I  bit my lip as I was feeling a little bad about leaving him with work, because “putting it together” meant putting 1000 pieces of project together. Monty rolled his eyes, took all my stuff and handed them to me.

“Goodbye, Y/N”

He walked me downstairs to the door.

“See you tomorrow”, I smiled at him.

I didn’t know what it was but still something made me lean towards him and kissed him. Monty did really resist, sliding his tongue into my mouth and hand into my hair.

What the fuck are you doing, I asked myself. I moved my face away.

“I have to go”, I whispered and left his house barely even looking at him.

I zoned out for the whole way home. Goodbye kiss, what the fuck is wrong with me? Pull yourself together, Y/N. He was using me for regular sex, which I was okay with and suddenly I came up with goodbye kisses? No, he was first. He did it first when he was leaving my house few weeks ago.

Suddenly I realized I’m in front of my home. I didn’t pay attention on driving for the whole time.

“How am I even still alive?”, I mumbled as I left the car.

***

I woke up later than usual as my sleep was really god last night. I was running late around the house dressing up, doing my make up, brushing my teeth, packing my bag, all at the same time, making a lot of noise.

“I’m leaving!”, I shouted grabbing my car keys.

“Breakfast?”, my dad asked.

“I don’t have time! Bye!”

I stormed out of the house and driving over the limit I actually got to the school almost on time.

I got out of the car and spotted Jess, Justin and Monty talking next to his car.

“Guys, tell me you have something to eat?”, I came to them. “I overslept, and hey by the way”

“Here, I have some cookies”, Jessica got box out of her bag.

“You are saving my life”, I said and took a huge bite.

“Delicious, what are those?”, I asked while chewing.

“Peanut butter”, she replied.

Me, Monty and Justin freezed.


So I added the begging (kinda) of next chapter, if you’re careful reader you know what’s coming up x

BUT before part 9, ther will be requested Monty one shot, so stay tuned!

I love you lots! xx

✰ * º ❛   the o.c. sentence starters.   ❜

‘  she/he’s right over there. look. stop. wait. don’t look. i mean, you can look, but don’t look like you’re looking.   ’
‘  wow. i’m sorry. i should… really learn to knock, incase there’s a threesome going on in the bathroom.  ’
‘  you guys really wouldn’t hurt me because that’d be so cliche.  ’
‘  i’m sorry for all the craziness.  ’
‘  i wouldn’t have done it any differently.  ’
‘  yeah, i’m fine. i’m just having an allergic reaction to the universe.  ’
‘  he’s very wise. he has a beard.  ’
‘  maybe i can’t be just friends with you!  ’
‘  but with the added stress of work and deadlines, things can get sexy.  ’
‘  no more hugging. physical contact freaks me out.  ’
‘  remember when the boys made us watch that movie about the gay guys on the mountain? lord of the rings?  ’
‘  there’s too many young, tan, healthy people here. i don’t like it.  ’
‘  do you ever wonder what your life looks like through someone else’s eyes?  ’
‘  my life just doesn’t work without you.  ’
‘  i just don’t want us to fall apart.  ’
‘  your break-up is missing a key ingredient. the only ingredient really… that you don’t love me anymore.  ’
‘  i love you… this much. and i wanna be with you now and next year and whatever comes after that.  ’
‘  i like you… this much.  ’
‘  if you can honestly tell me that you don’t love me anymore, just say it.  ’
‘  if you don’t love me, i promise i’ll go by myself and i’ll be cold and miserable and alone and i will never bother you again.  ’
‘  i don’t love you anymore.  ’
‘  just get away from me, okay? get out of here.  ’
‘  you had me three months ago and you left.  ’
‘  this has nothing to do with me. it is about you and it is only about you.  ’
‘  it’s not like now that we broke up, i’m choosing you, okay? cause the whole reason that we broke up is cause, for me, it’s always been you.  ’
‘  it’s always been you. i’ve tried to fight it and i’ve tried to deny it and i can’t. i can’t do it. you’re undeniable.  ’
‘  sorry i abandoned you in the desert?  ’
‘  when i found out it was your pregnancy test, i totally freaked out and i thought this would change everything.  ’
‘  then he asked me if i could imagine a time that i’d never not wanna be with you, and i realized that the answer is no.  ’
‘  i’m doing this because i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you.  ’
‘  you know that once you propose to me, you can’t take it back?  ’
‘  will you marry me?  ’
‘  look at all these people. these normal, non-traumatized people.  ’
‘  you only want me when you can’t have me.  ’
‘  a triangle’s not a friendly shape, okay? it’s pointy. it’s got sharp edges.  ’
‘  nothing i hate more than perky blondes who want to take over the world.  ’
‘  you weren’t the only virgin in the room.  ’
‘  there was someone else in the room? like, filming us?  ’
‘  are you high?  ’
‘  you’re my little snow angel.  ’
‘  acknowledge me now or lose me forever.  ’
‘  i didn’t know they had musicals there. or dancing. or laughter.  ’
‘  no one there is as funny as you.  ’
‘  so, we finally agree i’m the funny one?  ’
‘  you know what else i think you enjoy? me.  ’
‘  what happens in mexico, stays in mexico.  ’
‘  we have my entire life of never doing anything wrong which lulls my parents into a false sense of trust.  ’
‘  welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.  ’
‘  just don’t talk to me!  ’
‘  i really only know how to handle rejection and ridicule.  ’
‘  first of all, ‘obsessed,’ it’s a pretty strong word.  ’
‘  you know what i like about rich kids? nothing.  ’
‘  first of all, no. second of all, no.  ’
‘  dude, what did you tell her?  ’
‘  maybe the black turtleneck in august tipped her off.  ’
‘  i was going for stealth. also, it’s slimming.  ’
‘  it’s fate. it’s destiny. look, we both like burritos.  ’
‘  sometimes when i like someone, i sometimes kind of, uh… stalk them.  ’
‘  with the right attitude and a couple cocktails, it could be fun.  ’
‘  i’m so screwed. bruce banner gets mad, he turns into the hulk. i get mad, i turn into like, a 75 year-old yenta named sylvia.  ’
‘  what am i going to do without you? who will i play jenga with?  ’
‘  you’re so wise. all your sage wisdom. what am i gonna do without that?  ’
‘  do you know what i dream about when i dream about thanksgiving, which is often? i dream about eating so much deliciousness, that all of the blood rushes to my stomach and i pass out at the table.  ’
‘  i’m more of a fan of open-ended unrequited love.  ’
‘  kids don’t date anymore. they hang out in groups and peel off to hook up.  ’
‘  you are the sid to her nancy, the kurt to her courtney. 50 cent to her… mrs. cent.  ’
‘  that’s it? no advice?  ’
‘  what advice? call her, apologize, it’s not rocket science  ’
‘  how’s life? we never talk anymore. who are you?  ’
‘  i handled that situation so wrong. i just… i should’ve never returned her calls. i should’ve dated other girls.  ’
‘  you just wanted to turn me into a little bitch baby like him.  ’
‘  of course, i didn’t mean to hit you.  ’
‘  i just find it interesting how your hand collided with my face.  ’
‘  i feel that way all the time… it hurts too much.  ’
‘  i’d kiss my boyfriend three times a day if i knew where the hell he was.  ’
‘  and he’s just gonna get bored with me because pretty much all boys do.  ’
‘  you turned me into the type of girl that is so desperate for affection that she doesn’t know how to be in a relationship.  ’
‘  maybe you just need something to take your mind off of it.  ’
‘  with everything we’ve been through for the past two years and the fact that we’re still here really makes me think there’s nothing we can’t handle.  ’
‘  i love shopping, tanning, and celebrity gossip. always have, always will.  ’
‘  you’re my destiny.  ’
‘  go save the world.  ’
‘  and you, with all your little flaws and your little quirks, somehow you keep drawing me back in.  ’
‘  i’m not pregnant. is it inappropriate to celebrate?  ’
‘  you like the chase and that’s all.  ’
‘  what do you want from me?  ’
‘  i just want you.  ’
‘  was i really mean to you?  ’
‘  why can’t you accept that i’m uncomfortable with public displays of affection?  ’
‘  you’re offering yourself for $10 a pop at a kissing booth?  ’
‘  i’ll always look up to you. and not just because you’re taller than me.  ’
‘  family time’s always the best when it’s forced.  ’
‘  i’m not emotionally equipped to process this information.  ’
‘  i love you so much.  ’
‘  you’re my best friend forever, okay?  ’
‘  i still love you. i really, really love you. i just can’t… i just can’t.  ’
‘  i’m marrying you tonight.  ’
‘  it’s me and you and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.  ’
‘  hey, do not insult them!  ’
‘  it’s like one guitar and a whole lot of complaining.  ’
‘  yeah? so, what you’re saying to me is then… that the more neurotic and insecure i am, the more you’re attracted to me? well then, do i look fat in these pants?  ’
‘  face it. our chemistry is undeniable.  ’
‘  you know what else is undeniable? the pain this fork is gonna cause when i jam it into your eye.  ’
‘  we should take our pants off.  ’
‘  i was nemo and i just wanted to go home.  ’
‘  don’t blame me for your sexual tension.  ’

Warm - final part

Warm - part 3/3 | Joe Sugg | imagine
Word count: 5229
Request: The reader meet Joe randomly in the street and then they start to date and are really in love but they are both worried about the difference age because Joe is 25 and the reader is 17-18
A/N: In case you forgot what happened, you can check the part 01 in here and part 02 in here! I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you liked reading it! See you all soon!
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“You’re dropping it! You’re dropping it!” Joe exclaimed and you couldn’t do anything but laugh at his despair about your ice cream. “I’m serious, Y/N! It will fall!”

You two finished your dinner and he took you for a walk after that. You had an enormous ice cream, with 4 flavors in it just because Joe dared you. He got himself a normal one, which you bought because he already paid dinner and it was probably the only thing you could ever buy to him with your amount of money. He thanked you and you started walking in the sidewalk of the beach, something not appropriate to do with your heels, but you were having such a good time you didn’t care.

“Y/N! It’s going down, it’s goin down!” He shouted and then, as if it was his instinct, he licked your ice cream.

“Joe!” you complained.

“It would fall!” he argued and then gave a big smile. “That taste really good.”

You laughed again of his silliness. “Yeah, I know. It’s the finest flavours together, nothing could get wrong.”

“I wish I got that.”

“You can take as much as you want of mine.” you offered with a sweet smile, you were so happy this was your first date with Joe.

He gave you a cheeky smile. “And what about you?”

You frowned. “I’m still getting my ice cream, I didn’t say you could have all of it!” you joked.

“No,” he stopped walking and turned his body to you. “I meant what about having you?”

You blushed, grateful because it was dark. “Well…” you raised one eyebrow “you can have as much as you want of me too.”

“Yeah?” he smiled and put his hands in your waist.

“As long as you don’t drop me.” you teased.

“That’s your job, dropping things.” he stated, getting closer.

“We’ll be fine then, I don’t intend to let this drop.”

“Good.”

And just like a movie scene, you two kissed. You could feel the ice cream melting and running in your hand, but you moved your arm so it didn’t get in your clothes and you were fine, after all, during that kiss, everything in the world was fine.

.

“I can’t believe you were on a date with Joe Sugg!”

“Shh, Y/F/N, no one can know.”

“It’s not like people would think it’s real, Y/N.” your friend rolled her eyes.

You giggled, she was right. “You have a point.”

“And how your parents are dealing with it?”

You bit your lip. “Hum…”

“Oh no, Y/N.”

“I actually didn’t tell them yet.” Y/F/N sighed, you were getting in trouble for that. “They know I’m seeing someone, but they think is someone from school.”

“Y/N!” she complained. “I’ll need to deal with your shit afterwards!”

You forced a smiled. “I’m sorry?” she rolled her eyes. “But, for real now, I intend to tell them. I’m just seeing where the things are going to, you know? I mean, he can have any girl in England, I really doubt he’s going to stick to me.” Your phone rang, interrupting you, a new message arrived. It was Joe.

Zoe and Alfie are out today, wanna hang?

You smiled, forgetting Y/F/N was beside you. Okay. I can’t come back late, though. Homework is something you don’t like, but something you gotta do, unfortunately.

“I’m guessing it’s he.” She said.

“Yeah, he’s still in Brighton.” the device rang again. You can come here and bring your study stuff, what about that? “He’s inviting me to Zoe’s house.”

Y/F/N raised an eyebrow. “And you are worried about him not sticking to you.”

“It doesn’t mean a thing, Y/F/N. I like him, apparently he likes me too. I’m happy about this. I can’t risk thinking I’m special or something.”  That sounds great, actually.

Ok! Send me a message when you can come.

.

You were trying to convince yourself it wasn’t a big deal, however as you jumped out of the car, you couldn’t control your nerves anymore. You were fucking 17, you were in your right to freak out over a boy, but when the boy is 25? Chill, honey.

You heard the doorbell inside the house after you pressed the button and watched Joe come to let you in. He gave you a little smile and you smiled back, the bubble of anxiety popping and letting you breath.

“Are you lost or something? I think your house is not around here, Y/N.” Joe joked.

You rolled your eyes. “Hello to you too, Joseph.”

“I’m kidding, sorry” he said laughing, grabbing your waist and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.

“That’s a better reception.” you approved.

“Yeah, I thought you would like that more.” he took you by the hand and started moving around.

“I do, actually, thanks.” Joe leaned you to the sofa and both of you sat down. “So, what are we going to do?”

“Nothing?” Joe suggested.

“So you usually bring girls to your sister’s empty place without a plan?” you teased and Joe laughed.

“Let’s just say this is not something that usually happens, alright? Especially because my girls don’t usually have school homework to do.”

“I’m one of your girls now, Joseph?” you asked with one eyebrow raised, ignoring the jump of your heart.

“You know what I mean, like, girls that I go out with.”

You nodded, pretending you were okay with him being more casual than you liked him to be. “Yeah.”

.

“You need to stop being so insecure of yourself, Y/N.” Y/F/N argued, walking side by side on the hall.

“I know.” you grumbled. “I just don’t know how I should react to things. I never had this kind of stuff and suddenly I am dating a 25 year old.” you sighed. “Not any 25 year old, by the way, Joe Sugg. I mean, what the hell? There’s a manual for this thing? It should have.”

“Take it easy.” she recommended.

“Trust me, I’m trying to. It’s so hard!” you complained. “I don’t know how he is used to lead a relationship.”

“You know that he probably is afraid of what you think too, right?”

“Well, I’m hoping so.”

Y/F/N rolled her eyes. “I think he really likes you, I mean, there’s no reason why he would take you on dates or even stay in Brighton if he didn’t.”

You couldn’t help but smiled, you could feel the butterflies on your stomach having a party. “Stop it, Y/F/N. You are raising my expectations by doing this. Let’s stay grounded, he’s going back to London today and you and me need to finish that Chemistry essay.”

“You want to come over my house to do it?” she suggested.

“Fine, let me just check out if my mom lets me.”

.

You and Joe were walking in a small park near to the centre of Brighton. It was in the middle of the week and Brighton was starting to get really cold, so you guys should be covered.

You talked to each other everyday on Whatsapp, but it wasn’t the same thing. He tried to come and see you at least once in two weeks, something that you found amazing. He would stay at Zalfie’s and you would go out to do something that would be safe to do if you were just friends. The last thing you wanted was midia freaking out because Joe Sugg was dating a girl who still didn’t finish high school yet.

“How clingy it would be if I say that I missed you?” You asked.

Joe stopped walking and held your both hands “Really clingy.” and then he smiled. “But I missed you two.”

You laughed and then kissed. “Are we dating or something? Because we are really cute together.” you joked.

“I don’t know, we are?” he played along.

Your heart sank with his question, even if it was a joke. Although the dating thing went really well and you were together for almost two months now, it was something official for him? You didn’t know. You knew that he would go out and have some drinks and you were totally fine with that, but you still had your insecurities about your status… Did he go out, have some drinks and be with girls too? Because you could date each other and see other people, right? And why on Earth he would be just with you? You two didn’t have anything more than a few kisses… The things hitted sometimes, but he would stop everything before it could lead to something more than just kissing and you just were lost in the tracks.

“What?” Joe asked, concerned about your worried expression. “I said something wrong?”

“No.” you answered, walking again. He didn’t move.

“Y/N.” he called, holding your hand and pulling you back to where you were.

“Yes?” you pretend you were fine.

“Can you please tell me what I did wrong?”

You sighed. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Joe.”

“So why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Suddenly, all nervous.”

You bit your lips. “Okay, I will tell you.”

“Thank you!” he said ironically.

“Don’t judge me.” you asked.

“Never.” he promised.

“I know we are dating, but it’s not like I’m your girlfriend or something serious and I’m just wondering…”

“Wait.” he stopped you. “I thought you were my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s not like I’m going out with anyone else and, I totally get it if you want to, but I don’t want to share you…”

You smiled. “It means that if you had to introduce me to someone you randomly met on street you would say ‘Hey, this is Y/N, my girlfriend’?”

Joe smiled too. “Yeah.”

“Good.” you nodded, happy enough to start walking again. “It means that I can introduce you as my boyfriend too.”

“I hope so.” Joe thought the situation was really funny, you were kind of crazy sometimes.

“But Joe…?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why don’t you want us to have sex?” you asked. Now that your biggest fear was clear out, you weren’t afraid to ask anything.

Joe gasped. “For who was thinking if we were girlfriend and boyfriend two minutes ago, you made a huge evolution asking about sex, don’t you think, love?”

You laughed. “I’m serious, Joe.”

“Fine…” he agreed and ran his hand through his hair.

“What I’m trying to say is that is not like I’m virgin or something so why you…” you tried to help him.

“Oh, you are not virgin?”

“Hum… no?”

“For real, Y/N.” he asked.

“Yeah, Joe, for real, I had sex, it’s pretty awesome, why don’t you want to have some?”

Joe laughed. “I know is pretty awesome.”

“So why don’t you want to have it?” you asked, getting frustrated.

“I thought you didn’t had sex before.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe it.”

He hugged you, interrupting your walk. “I’m so happy right now. I wasn’t able to think how to do things in the proper way.”

It was your turn to laugh. “I can’t believe you are this happy about getting laid, for fuck’s sake, Joe.”

“Literally.” he pointed out, making you two laugh. “Also, it’s not only getting laid, but it’s getting laid with the most gorgeous girl around here.”

You rolled your eyes, not believing in his words. “So that means that we can have sex now?”

“Now? In the middle of the park? What kind of perverted are you?” he joked.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I know.” he smiled “I will see if I can stay until the weekend.”

“Oh, who is the perverted now?”

.

Joe didn’t want to admit to himself, but dating a 17 year old putted a lot of pressure on him. He was trying to take things slow and you would come and hit him hard like a truck by showing more maturity than he or he thought something was okay and didn’t realise you had insecurities about it. Not only the sex or being his girlfriend, but simple things like flirtatious jokes or what you should wear for this or that. So when he found out you weren’t sure you were his girlfriend, he thought that he should make things official for real (and work out the sex thing too).

When it was friday, you said to your parents you were getting out on a date again, because if you were Joe’s girlfriend for real, your parents probably should know that soon. The safest way for telling was saying you were seeing a boy (as they knew already), then you would tell Y/F/N knew who the guy was, later you would tell that he was kind of famous, next you would spit that he was a youtuber to finally reveal his name was Joe Sugg and he was 8 years older than you. If you and Joe were still together by this time, you would be fine, the relationship was meant to last.

So Joe picked you at your house again. You dressed a little more relaxed than the first time, with a high waisted flared jeans and a white blouse. Now it was winter for real and, as consequence, you needed to add a huge coach over all your clothes.

“Hey, babe.” You said, getting in the car.

“Hello, love.” you smiled. The first time you said to Joe that you like when he called you “love”, he found that odd because he called everyone “love”, however he called you that more often now. “You look lovely.”

“Yeah, you too are not bad, Sugg.” you admitted, giving him a smack.

“I do what I can.” he smiled and started driving.

He was really nervous about what he was going to do, after all, not even when he was 17 he did something like that.

“Are you ok?” You asked, seeing him a little tense by the way he grabbed the steering wheel.

“Fine, yeah.’ he nodded.

“Honey, you don’t seem fine.”

“I am.”

You didn’t say anything anymore, eventually he would tell you what was going on. You weren’t the kind of person who would pressure someone to say something even if you were dying inside to know.

“Can I put some music, then?” You asked, trying to light things a little.

“Of course.”

You turned the radio on and tried to find a music you liked. Joe was refusing to talk and you weren’t sure of what to do, so you sang along to the tune was playing and scrolled through you Instagram’s feed. You were used to just be with Joe, even if there was nothing to say, so you were fine.

The car pulled over and you thought Joe was picking his wallet and stuff, so you still were in your cellphone when you realized he wasn’t moving. You looked at him to find him starring you. You giggled.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.” he said with a smile.

“Joe…?” he ignored you and opened his door and got out of the car, he bypassed the automobile so he could open your door for you too. “Joe!” You exclaimed as you took the hand he was offering as help.

“Nothing, love.” he said, conducting you to where you were meant to go. “I was just thinking how beautiful you are.” he admitted and gave you a kiss on the head while entering a hotel.

You smiled, it was really sweet of him. And what he didn’t tell you was that not only he thought you were beautiful, but he was lucky to met you and things just worked out.

You didn’t know why you were having a fancy dinner again, but you thought it was Joe’s way for “doing things in the proper way” as he originally wanted to do.

“So…” He started, looking away from the menu to face you.

“So…?” you encouraged.

“I think the last time I did this I was 16, so please be nice to me? I might mess things up but let’s just play along, I don’t care. Fuck it.”

You laughed. “Joe, is only food.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, not this, Y/N.”

You laughed again, what was going on?

“Okay, so what is it?” You asked, holding his hand in the table.

“You asked another day if I was introducing you as my girlfriend, right?”

“Oh, fuck, you are breaking up with me.”

“No! Y/N, no!” his eyes widened and you sighed. Thanks gods.

“Fine, continue then.”

“I want to make things oficial.”

“What? I thought we were oficial already.”

“Yeah, I know, but I mean, really oficial. Because you thought we weren’t and I don’t want you to feel that way, so I bought this.” he took a small box out of his pocket and placed on the table. You were shocked. “Calm down, it’s not a wedding ring.” you sighed again.

“Joe, you can’t do this kind of thing to me, I can’t handle this stuff.”

He laughed of your reaction. “Relax, Y/N.” you nodded. “Well, you know I can’t use a commitment ring without freaking everyone out, so I thought it was fine if I just give you a bracelet instead.” he took the package and opened it, revealing a delicate silver piece with little sparkling spots in it. “See? I bought one to me too.” he said, showing you a bracelet similar to yours but without the shining bits.

“This is amazing, Joe.” you smiled, holding the little box to see it closer.

“Let me put it on you.” he asked.

“Of course.” you agreed, giving it to him so he could put in your wrist.

“Perfect” he approved, you couldn’t smile bigger than you did.

He seemed a lot more relaxed now.

“So this was the reason you were acting strange before?”

“Yep.”

You giggled. “You’re so silly sometimes, Joseph. You thought I would say no?”

“Maybe?”

“Fucking adorable you are.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re more than welcome.” you said as you got up to sit on his lap and give him a kiss.

.

After two weeks Joe gave you the bracelet, you were at Zalfie’s house again. The couple was in the kitchen and you were upstairs with Joe, he was watching TV and you were doing your homework.

“Y/N.” He called.

“Yes, babe.” you said, not really focused in your boyfriend, compenetrate in doing your History task.

“Are you done?”

“No, honey.”

He grunted and then you felt arms wrapping you. “C’mon, you can watch whatever you want.”

“Sounds tempting, babe, but I can’t. I have to finish this first.”

“You don’t need school, Y/N. I didn’t go to college and turn out just fine.”

“Yes, you are a youtuber, Joseph. We, mere mortals, need college to have a future.”

“No, you don’t. I can support both of us.”

You laughed as you finished doing the exercise. “This is the way you are going to make me be dependent of you so you can have me for the rest of our lives?” you asked, finally looking at him.

Joe smirked. “Maybe.”

“I should watch out, shouldn’t I?” you asked, kissing him.

“Yes, as soon as you possibly imagine, I’ll be kidnapping you.” He pulled you to the bed while kissing you.

You giggled. “Your sister is just downstairs ready to hear me scream, Sugg.”

“NO, I’M NOT!” Zoe yelled.

“Please don’t fuck in our bed!” Alfie asked.

You and Joe laughed hard. “It’s not that kind of scream, guys!” You cleared.

Joe whispered in your ear: “Although I can make you scream in this way too”

You blushed. “Fuck off, Joseph.”

.

“You can’t have this much in one bite! It is not fair!” Joe complained as you took a large spoonful of petit gateau with ice cream from the dessert you two shared.

It’s been a week and a half since the homework afternoon. Things never were better. Now you two were having dinner in a charming little restaurant on a thursday night.

You laughed “It’s not my fault if you are a little slow, Joe! And I’m not saying this only for the sweet issue.” you joked, you always were making fun of Joe being afraid to have sex now that you two were completely established as a couple.

“Wo-ho, someone is playing dirty!” you smirked. “But I’ll take that, because I kinda was.”

“Kinda? C’mon…” you were interrupted by someone coming on your table’s side. Your eyes widened, you cleared your throat by seeing who it was: The man was really tall and just one or two years older than your companion. “Hi mr. Daniells.” You blinked, Joe was confused, and you got up to hug the stranger.

“Hi, Y/N!” the man said.

“This is Joe…” you swallowed hard. “ I mean, Joseph.”

“Hello!” Mr. Deniells said with a big smile in his face. “Nice meeting you.”

Joe continued to be lost, but he stood up too and shook the man’s hand. “Same.”

“Ér… Mr. Deniells is my literature teacher.” Joe got your nervousness.

“Oh.” that was all your date said, a little remind you were 17.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?”

You forced a smile. “Of course not, Mr. Deniells.”

“We are out of class, Y/N. You can call me Steven.”

I prefer not, Mr. Deniells. “I can’t, it’s inevitable.” you noticed Joe being in completely silence. “And where is your wife? Or you are by yourself tonight?”

“Actually, I was parking my car. She should be in here somewhere, but I guess she’s at toilet… It’s our wedding anniversary.”

“Congratulations!” you said, Joe followed you and cheer up too.

“Thank you.” he said.

“How many years?” you asked.

“Six.” the teacher answered.

“Oh my God, already?” you were surprised. “You’re so young!”

“Well, I’m 27, you’re 17… I’m old.” he joked and you almost cried, for fuck’s sake, he could make things worse?

“Joe is 25 and we get along like we are the same age. I don’t think you’re old, mr. Daniells.” you tried to make things a little sweeter.

“I mean, I’m your teacher.” he laughed, you could see Joe’s thoughts of wanting kill himself in that exact moment.

“You’re just being harsh on yourself” you guaranteed.

“That’s nice of you, thank you, Y/N.”

“Any time, Mr. Daniells.” you smiled for real, thinking he would go away.

“So, this is your cousin that you always are talking about?”

He must be kidding with you. Fuck off, Mr. Daniells!

“No, actually…”

“I’m her boyfriend.” Joe answered, grumpy.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” your teacher said.

“It’s fine.” you smiled as gentle as you could.

“So I was interrupting something…”

“It was nothing, professor, for real.”

“My wife is here. I will leave you two alone, sorry.”

“See you soon.” you said and sat down as he was leaving, Joe made the same. The silence fell. “Well, that was something…”

“All your teachers are dicks like that?” Joe asked.

“Joe!” you complained. “Don’t say this.”

“I’m trying to have a date with my bloody girlfriend!”

You rolled your eyes and opened a smile, you knew he was pissed for the right reasons and not because of Mr. Deniells.

“Fine, this outbreak is giving me the right of having the last bite of dessert.” You said, raising your shoulders to make fun out of the situation and distract Joe of all the wild things he must be thinking of.

“You wish, love.” Joe said, he didn’t want to spoil the dinner. “And who is this cousin your teacher was talking about?”

“You should see him, he is amazing. He is in college now and…”

And your dinner continued to be totally fine as it should be the entire time, however, you both knew it was a sign that things were about to break down.

.

Joe took a deep breath, he was sweating and he just couldn’t stand still. You began being anxious because of him.

“Oh my God, Joe. Please, relax.” You asked.

You were hanging at the cafe you met each other after your class. It was Friday and it was time to Joe to meet your parents.

“I can’t!” he seemed scared. “I just can’t okay? I ain’t doing it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Stop overreacting, babe.” You hugged him, passing your arms across his body. “Everything will be fine.”

Joe held you by your shoulders, cracking your hug.

“You don’t understand how bad it is, do you?” He looked in your eyes, his shades of blue changing. “Y/N, your father is going to kill me. I’m 100% serious about this. I’m not even joking.

You laughed, what would you were going to do with your boyfriend in panic Joe was clearly making noise about nothing.

“Okay, I’ll be crying over your dead body in half an hour then.” You said, taking his hand and opening the cafe door. “We need to go, Joe.” You pulled him to his car and tried to help him. “I really doubt this would happen, people say my dad is overprotective, but I don’t think so.

Joe took a deep breath again. He was moving, but everyone could see he didn’t want to.

“How things went when you introduced your first boyfriend?” He asked, trying to be reasonable for the first time.

You bit your lip, giving him a nervous laugh instead of a fun one. Well, about that…

“I had never introduced a boyfriend to my father before.”

Joe stopped again.

“Oh, fuck.”

He closed his eyes hard. Where the hell he was running to? He would need a lot more deep breaths than the couple ones he took already. He lost your hand, running his through his hair. For the love of God, what he was thinking of?

You were in such pain for seeing him struggle like that. You knew he was rewinding all your relationship in his head, afraid. He was anxious for meeting your parents, however you knew that now he was anxious about the age gap.

“Joe…” You started, being careful. “Please, be calm. It’s nothing, really.”

“Y/N” he sighed “, for real now, you understand us, right? You know how bad the situation is? I mean, it isn’t only the years of difference. You are in school yet, I should finished college by this time if I were in it.” Joe passed his hand through his hair again, don’t knowing what to do. “And now… I’m the first bloody boyfriend your father will meet?” His voice squealed at the end, your worries went away. He was back at the point of being more afraid of your father than the age gap.

“Joe, honey, I know.” You said, taking his hand again. “I swear I do. Right now though, we’re in the middle of the street and I’m freezing. Can we go please and discuss it later?” you asked.

Joe blinked, realizing you were right. He nodded.

At the end, meeting your parents wasn’t a big deal. Of course none of them were happy with the situation, but they expected to Joe be really immature for dating a girl who was 8 years younger than him and a completely empty head because of his youtube career. It was really a delight to find out that Joe Sugg was smart, conducting his professional life with mastery (you didn’t mention that a part of his job included being slapped with a fish, of course) and helped your mom with the dinner, which leaded to a long conversation about how he lived alone in London and had to cook dinner for himself every day, something that he enjoyed. Your parents loved cooking and food in general, so the dinner was spent in talking about this and all the places Joe met before.

Nevertheless, you weren’t naive, you knew the end was near.

.

“Joe, honestly, stop acting like you are the adult and I am the kid.”

“But you are, Y/N!”

You two were in his car after a movie in Zoe’s house. Things were fine and you were talking with Zoe where you were thinking to be at next fall. It was a few months away yet, it was the beginning of spring after all, but ending high school was a dream to come true. Everything was alright in your point of view, but talking about this meant that Joe was reminded during almost two hours about you being so young, and you two always started fighting for everything when the age gap thing was remembered.

“No, I’m not.” You argued. “You wouldn’t be with me at first place if you thought that.”

“I’m not the smartest kid around, you know.”

“Oh, because this is a mature sentence, right?”

“You know I don’t meant to say that.” he took a deep breath.

“I’m tired about this, Joe!” you said, your voice was starting to get higher. “For fuck’s sake, you know that I’m graduating and you trying to avoid this school topic isn’t fair you know. You start to be pissed off when something like this comes around but guess what? Dating you is not that easy too.” you complained.

“I’m sorry if I am older and have grown ups’ problems, Y/N.” he said ironically. “What should I do then? Because I already spent hours and hours driving to your place so we can be together.”

“I know that! And it kills me that we don’t live in the same city!”

“So tell me, what should I do with this long distance/age gap thing?” he asked as he parked his car in front of your house.

Your air was gone because you not only knew the answer but you didn’t like it at all.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” you whispered and Joe looked at you. “We can’t do nothing about this.”

“Y/N…” Joe lowered his voice too, getting where you were going.

You started crying and looked at him, seeing his blue eyes turn as sad as you. You were right, you both knew it.

.

You sighed. London could get really hot if the city wanted to.

After you finished your high school, you moved to one of the biggest cities in the world and adapting to it was as easy as falling asleep after a long day. You were really excited about it and your classes in university were really good, like you thought it would be.

It was the end of the afternoon and you were carrying your groceries back home when you heard him.

“Y/N!” He called.

You started searching the street after the voice and smiled when saw Joseph Sugg waving at you from the other side of the avenue.

He ran towards you with a big smile in his face. The same smile you missed through months and months, the same smile that he gave that time at the cafe when you switched with him drinks unintentionally.

“Hey, Joe.” You said. “Good to see you.”

And you meant it, because you could feel the same way as you did when you drank that cappuccino in the first time you two met, in that rainy day ages ago; You could feel your chest getting warm.

Then Again, P7  Peter Parker x Reader

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Then Again, Part 7:

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I often expect too much, set my sights a little too high. I know this, so I always prepare myself in case nothing goes according to plan.

For example: I had hoped this second annual break-into-the-hotel-pool activity would be easy, that everyone would come willingly, and we would have fun before the tournament tomorrow. Still, I prepared myself for a few bumps. For example, if Peter refused, if the entire thing flopped because everyone was worried about getting enough sleep, or if someone in the hotel caught us and reported it to Mr. Harrington, I was prepared.

Strangely enough, everyone crept out on time and Peter barely hesitated at all. Well, Michelle did force him from the start and head off his first protest too quickly for him to find another: “Dude, just say you’ve been working out. Nobody’s going to get suspicious because you’re jacked. Even Flash can’t turn that,” she motioned to Peter’s entire body, “into a joke.”

Yet I’m more uneasy now than if everything had gone wrong. I’m not even concerned about getting caught. Mr. Harrington is watching Jurassic Park in his room and checking the hallway at ten-minute intervals and I’m almost certain the hotel staff knows we’re here, but doesn’t care.

Nevertheless, I’m just… anxious.

It might have to do with how the boys are stacked upon one another in the shallow end for Chicken and, given the small area of the pool, injuries are on the table. It might have to do with Flash’s new habit of winking at me and being, in general, maddeningly obnoxious. It might also have to do with the fact that my friends are being abnormally secretive. (I hate to use Flash’s words, but he’s sort of right. It’s the best description. Even once I got back in my room, MJ and Ned kept sending texts - I have no idea who to, though I would guess between them and Peter.)

Admittedly, my nerves might also be connected to Liz, whose face I can see across the water. As our Captain, Michelle thought it would be nice to Facetime her, ask about college, and show her that her pool idea has become a tradition.

Liz’s dorm room is beautiful, from what I can make out. She has calendars and planners neatly pinned up with Christmas lights to outline them. Photos hang from mini clothespins on a string and she even has a little library set up on her windowsill with a porcelain cat-shaped bookend. It’s like a freaking Pinterest photo. I’ve always been somewhat jealous of her, but I know that outside of some old disagreement and my envy for her style and Peter’s (old? current?) crush on her, I am glad she seems happy. Everyone knows how much she’s been going through.

As Abe and Peter pretend to duke it out on Flash and Ned’s shoulders, the light of Liz from Michelle’s phone skips through the ripples, illuminating them just so. I keep zoning out and staring at the pattern. I feel weird staying on the other side of the pool with her there, but I don’t know Liz that well outside of the team and truth be told, she always intimidated me. She just… has things together. Even now. She’s wonderful and precise and good in every way a person can be. I feel minuscule by comparison.

Then again, it might be the overwhelming smell of chlorine that’s getting into my head and putting me off. Plus, all the glints of light swimming across the glass walls - making them reflect further like a hall of mirrors - are beginning to strain my eyes. Part of me just wants to sleep. To climb out from the water, change into some pajamas, and go to bed and forget this.

But I can’t. So I tread water alone in the corner, watching and listening and feeling like an idiot for isolating myself.

Does anyone want you here in the first place?

Stop thinking like that.

I try to listen to Liz’s voice as a distraction. It’s muffled with echo, but it’s audible.

“With my AP scores, a bunch of my gen ed credits are already taken care of. But I want to take my other gen eds seriously. I have Global Ethics, Statistics, and World Journalism on Mondays and Wednesdays, then Into to Biological Chemistry and Public Relations on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

The words bounce from wall to wall, shadowing splashes and voices and little bright doses of laughter from the boys. I close my eyes for three seconds as if to catalog the moment. I have to admit, it’s pretty much perfect.

Then why do I feel so nervous?

In the same way that some days just feel so good, some nights just really, really don’t.

Flash catches my eye. God, here we go. He’s smirking.

“Hey!” he calls. “Y/N, you should join in! Hold on, let me clear you a spot.”

He jerks his body back to make Abe fall from his shoulders, hitting the water with a hard splash.

“There, now you have a place to sit,” Flash says, patting his own shoulders.

Abe stands up, shaking water from his ears before shoving Flash underwater. Ned laughs as Flash comes back up sputtering. Peter, on Ned’s shoulders, has little reaction. Michelle rolls her eyes and turns back to the girls’ conversation.

“It’s more fun watching, trust me.” Watching Peter shirtless, my brain adds.

Stop thinking about him. Despite his smile this morning (it was idiotic of me to think it meant anything significant), Peter has remained pretty cold to me today. Just like everyone else.

Michelle looks back our way again.

“Y/N and I will play,” she decides.

If I had more energy, if I weren’t feeling so despondent, and if it wasn’t her this-is-happening-don’t-argue voice, I might put up a better fight. Instead, I give a quiet defeated groan and make my way over to the shallow end. Most times it’s easier to do as she says.

“Michelle in a chicken fight?” Liz laughs, her voice reverberating on all sides of my head. “I can’t wait to see this.”

“Oh, no,” Michelle answers as she shakes her head. “Y/N is up top. I’m not getting involved in that business.”

I sigh.

“Abe, mind if I fight Flash this round?” I ask.

If I have to do this, I want to be against the one person I wouldn’t mind actually fighting.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” Abe says. “I’m sick of him. Plus, if he has the chance, I know he’ll piss on me.”

Despite my exhaustion, I can’t help laughing a little. It’s definitely true. But if Abe sits out, there’s no chance that Ned or Peter will team up with Flash.

Flash knows this too. Shrugging, he follows Abe away from the center, saying hello to Liz.

Shit.

I climb onto Michelle’s shoulders, the air making me shiver, my ankles hanging just low enough to stay in the warm water. I stare blankly at the situation. It’s me and Michelle, Peter and Ned. And I’ve barely spoken to them since they all locked me out earlier. I wouldn’t want to disrupt their texting.

I do my best not to tug Michelle’s hair as I steady myself.

Now what?

Everybody else is talking again, Liz included. I’m glad their attention is elsewhere.

Staring at Peter, who’s staring at me, it’s clear neither of us knows what to do. Things have definitely gotten stale and weird between us over the last day, and weirder still over the last few hours. I feel like an idiot. But I’d be a moron to think it’s all because of that stupid hug. Something in our friendship is stuttering, I can feel it faltering and falling away.

Abruptly unstable ground - that’s what it is, I realize, looking at him. And everybody has been able to see it coming but me. How else could Flash see it?

Thinking of all the shitty ways Peter has ignored me today, yesterday, and this past week, I shove him with as much force as I can muster, knowing it’ll be nothing to him anyway.

Peter’s legs are over his head a moment later. If it were a real fall, it would have been instant. The rippling disturbance of the water churns up more chlorine fumes. I can feel a headache germinating at the base of my skull.

“Come on, Peter,” I say while he stands and pushes wet hair out of his eyes. “Don’t pretend to let me win.”

“You caught me off guard,” he says. All of the prior playful attitude he had with Abe is gone. He’s trying - I can actually see him trying - to seem blank.

What is his problem with me?

“No, I didn’t. Don’t lie. Get back up.”

He does. Ned’s expression is unreadable for once. Michelle pats my leg.

Ned and Michelle actually move around this time, both stepping to one side or the other with half steps back and forward. Peter keeps his hands on his knees, looking bored and glancing from MJ to her phone behind us. He won’t even look at me.

It pisses me off.

Michelle rolls one shoulder before lunging forward - a little hint. I shove Peter again, now resenting how stiff his muscles are beneath his stupid skin. And again he falls sideways, though faster this time.

Flash is whooping and making some stupid comment. Liz gives a surprised, “Oh, wow.” Sally and Cindy are talking, but I can’t tell whether it’s to me or someone else. Peter’s splash is echoing too much to hear a lot at the moment.

He stands up. His hands go to his hair. He looks at me and shrugs like Got me again, I guess.

The chlorine scent is hanging heavily over the room now like a pillow being slowly forced into my face. My headache pulses and creeps up behind my ear, beating my bone like a thick drum.

“Peter,” I say, teeth grinding, “this is going to get boring pretty quickly if you keep this up. Push back. Don’t you dare ‘let me win.’ I’m serious.”

My jaw is clenching as I try to pack my anger down into a little box between my ribs. A pressurized numbness climbs up my throat.

Shove it down.

Peter says nothing in reply but mounts Ned’s shoulders again. Ned is looking at Michelle, and though I can’t see her face, I know they’re having a silent conversation.

I nudge Michelle with my heel and she lunges forward again. I shove Peter’s left shoulder as hard as I can. Both shoulders hit the water at the same time. I know that no matter how hard I could ever hit him, it wouldn’t bother him a bit, yet the fact he’s clearly not even trying to play this one game that he was just playing with Flash and Abe is burning and biting at my tongue.

Peter stands lazily as if silently offering a forfeit.

Maybe he wants to get this game over with so he can talk to Liz.

“Get up, Peter,” I say as frustration spreads like fire through the ligaments of my arms. My irritation has reached my hairline.

Last week, I would never have doubted my friendship with Peter. Suddenly, I’m almost certain he wants nothing to do with me anymore. It scares me. A familiar dense pain pools in my lungs, a physical weight knocking my ribs into one another.

How did everything go so wrong so quickly?

Peter doesn’t move. I could kill him.

“Peter! Get up! Fight back, do something! This isn’t funny anymore. Why won’t you just do something?

At last, he looks me straight in the eye.

“What?” he shoots back. “What do you want me to do?”

He’s angry now too, blatantly. It’s worse than last night. I can see it, a red patch of irritation growing from his chest up to his neck. Neither of us has ever gotten like this. We’re not the kind of people who do. Not with one another, and certainly not in front of other people.

It’s a violently refreshing change: honesty.

“Anything! Stop messing around,” I say. “Just play the fucking game.”

“Maybe I’m sick of it,” he says, his hands open. “This whole stupid idea! I’m not playing anymore.”

What is he talking about? It’s been barely a minute of this game.

“MJ,” I say, “let me down.”

“Alright.”

She jerks back like Flash did to Abe. The water stings through my nostrils and the lining of my lungs. Is this just MJ being MJ or is she angry at me, too? And what about Ned, could he be mad at me?

What have they all been calling and texting each other about?

I wipe water from my face and open my eyes, stinging.

“Come on, Peter, play a game,” I mock, moving closer to him. He just stands there. “Play a game.”

I’ve been playing some sort of game for at least 24 hours now, maybe over a week, maybe even longer. He can too.

Peter doesn’t move a millimeter. I shove him. Nothing. His expression remains blank. He doesn’t fall, he doesn’t budge.

Peter!

I shove him again.

Nothing.

Michelle and Ned are creeping out of the water. Their waves are the only sound besides my echoing shout in the whole room. God, this is bad. I know starting some kind of fight isn’t going to increase my chances of leaving D.C. with any friends, but I almost can’t stop myself. I have to do something.

I move closer, face burning with an itch of fury.

What?” he says.

Michelle and Ned, blurry reflections I can see from the glass wall behind Peter, have grabbed their towels and are walking through the door.

Damn it. Where are they going?

Something is crushing inside my chest. I can feel my eyes brimming with tears.

Shove. Them. Down. I will not angry cry in front of my classmates right now. Absolutely not. Especially not with Flash and Liz here.

My hands start shaking instead as I grapple for a reply.

“Just- just do something, Peter!”

The muscles in his jaw are working and pulsing. I wonder what words he’s chewing - of course, I’ll likely never know because it seems Peter is refusing to tell me anything.

“That’s just it!” he shouts back. “What do you want me to do?!

That something in my chest is spasming, collapsing.

Peter’s chest is heaving and the red has reached his face. His words are fogging up my already pounding head.

That’s just it. What do you want me to do?

There are too many people here and as I notice their reflections standing over Peter’s shoulders with eyes glued to his face and my back, I realize I’ve just lost them too. In only the span of a couple minutes. The understanding hits me over the head and slices through my gut. I’ve ruined everything with everyone here, not just Peter and Ned and Michelle. They’ve never seen me like this and it’s too late to pretend to reverse it. There’s no way I’ll leave this trip with any friends.

It takes every particle of concentration to not let my emotions get the better of me and cry; especially when I’m still staring at Peter. The brown of his eyes seems darker than I’ve ever seen before and his brow is knotted up, hard.

The moment is so still and static.

Without warning, Peter smacks the water in front of me with one hand. It’s like a lukewarm tidal wave washing over my head, tangling my hair across my face.

My nose and lungs burn again. I gasped at the wrong second. In less than a moment though, it’s doused my nerves. I suddenly feel smaller than a child, humiliated.

“Are you kidding?

I don’t know if he or anyone hears me. The question was quiet and overcome by countless echoing splashes. It’s for the best: nobody can see my chin shaking at this distance so maybe if they didn’t hear the crack in my voice, I can pull myself together.

Guilt and regret seep into my skin as Peter climbs out of the pool. I want to apologize, but apologize for what? And fear, fear is mixing with those other emotions. A mountain of blurred emotions coated in black dread and red fear.

I take a breath and turn around.

Fuck.

Cindy, Sally, Abe, and Flash are just… staring. Worse, Liz is too. Of course, Michelle forgets her phone this one time.

The door closes with a bang behind Peter.

His towel is slung over one shoulder and water droplets spatter across the hallway floor as he storms through it. If I could get over him, if I could stop thinking about him for one day, stop thinking about him for one minute, my heart rate wouldn’t be leaping off the charts as I watch him. Actually, my heart rate might just be a result of me realizing how serious this is. The fact that four faces are still staring, now waiting for me to explode, likely doesn’t help slow it down either.

“Guys,” Liz’s voice calls. “Come on. Don’t make this weird.”

Flash laughs. Hard.

“It’s super weird completely on its own! Man, what was that?”

Tension loosening its hold on the room, Flash is back to himself, looking astonished and amused beyond belief.

“Flash, seriously. Let it be,” Liz snaps at him. When she looks at me, her expression softens. “Don’t let Peter Parker get in your head. He can… be like that sometimes. He might just be going through something.”

I know what he’s like, I think. I’ve been friends with him for longer than one Homecoming date. Liz is trying, at least, and I do appreciate the thought.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding.

She mirrors the motion.

“I should go before my roommate gets back to study. And Y/N, if you ever want to talk, I’d like to hear from you again. From any of you guys. Anyway, good luck everyone! I’m sure tomorrow will be great.”

The room dissolves into Goodbye!’s. I use the distraction to get my towel and phone and slip out.

What have I done?


Next Update: Friday, October 20

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@sensatejenn promoted via messenger: “hey! I know ur probably busy and bombarded with requests, but could u write a kalagang college au?”

Okay.  So apparently I had a lot of feelings about this Kalagang college AU???  Because this ended up being almost 10,000 words and taking me almost a week to write.  I hope it was worth the wait!   I also wrote a different Kalagang college au, but I wanted to try going in another direction with this one.

When Kala had been deciding where she wanted to go to university, she hadn’t initially wanted to leave the country.  She loves her family, and studying right there in Bombay was good enough for her. But her father encouraged her to broaden her horizons and at least apply to colleges abroad – after all, there were many great biochemistry programs overseas that could offer her a variety of career opportunities.  After sending off the applications, Kala hadn’t thought too much about it.  It would be months before she heard back, so she figured there was no point in speculating.

But then Rajan Rasal comes into her life.  He is handsome, only a few years older, and most importantly rich.  When he begins courting her, Kala’s family is thrilled. Rajan is smart and kind, and with her family’s happiness in mind she decides to give him a chance.  It’s nice enough – not passionate or overwhelming like in the films she loves, but she figures life can’t always be like the movies. And she does have fun with him. They have things in common, like their love for chemistry, and sometimes they just talk for a while.  Kala isn’t in love with Rajan, but she likes him enough that she doesn’t find herself wanting to break up with him.

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anonymous asked:

Hi :) you are awesome So i just saw purplemeetsblue's idea of how Malvie actually come to be. So how do you think they get together? (Also, for you, is Evie short for Genevieve or Evelyn?) Have a great day, cause your blog literally makes mine.

Hi there! This is so sweet! You’re awesome! Messages like these make my day!

I like to personally think that Evie is short Genevieve, just because I feel like it fits more, but if people use Evelyn I don’t bat an eye. 

As for how I think that Evie and Mal get together…. Well… Brace yourself this is going to be so long. Honestly, this isn’t even a headcanon anymore, I pretty much just wrote a full blown mini fic for how I think they would get together…

Like, omg, why is this so long… Oh well, let’s get started, shall we?

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Gilmore Girls revival thoughts

What I loved:

  1. REFLECTING LIGHT/THE WEDDING!!!
    This needs to be shouted from the rooftops. I was so hoping this song would be featured in Luke and Lorelai’s wedding and when I heard the first note I started bawling like a baby and finally stopped crying about 3h later. The whole wedding really was perfect. I could hear my heart beating in my years, so happy (and sobbing) I was.
    SHE’S OFFICIALLY MRS. BACKWARDS BASEBALL CAP YOU GUYS!!!

  2. Everything Richard.
    The funeral, the flashbacks, the portraits. It was such a great homage to Ed and to Grandpa Gilmore, I bawled my eyes out through the entire thing and I don’t think there’ll ever come a time when I watch Emily/Rory kiss his portrait and I won’t start crying. I get chocked up just thinking about it. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. So well done.

  3. The Lorelai & Emily’s storyline.
    It was simply perfect. Lauren and Kelly knocked it out of the park. The fight in the kitchen is going down in history. I particularly loved how Emily treats Lorelai before they start fighting in the living room, like she’s 6yo again.
    “Lorelai, not a single word.”
    “Don’t follow.”
    Just so freaking perfect. I loved it and it was so in character for both of them. It was perfect. And don’t get me started on the phone call in Fall because I’m too dehydrated to start crying again.

  4. Lauren breaking character.
    She did it in a number of scenes. Once with Sookie, twice with Rory, once in the scene with Richard’s smaller portrait. If Lauren Graham can’t keep it together how do you expect me to do that? Also, give the woman ALL THE FREAKING EMMYS NOW. It’s long overdue anyway. You owe her, Academys.

  5. Jess’ growth.
    He’s the only character who’s really shown some growth when he appears on screen, everyone else seems to be stuck in their life, like they can’t move forward, but Jess has got his shit together and even stirs Rory in the right direction, I was so proud of him.

  6. Every single Jess/Luke scene.
    Each and everyone of them. Milo and Scott are buddies in real life and you can totally see that on screen, they’re hilarious and a joy to watch.

  7. Paris. In all her glory.
    She’s still our old Paris and I couldn’t be more thankful for that. Liza got back into character so easily and she was absolutely brilliant. I laughed my socks off at her antics. The whole bathroom scene and the stairs conversation. Just hilarious. Loved it. Missed her.

  8. The Life and death brigade.
    Oh my God, that whole sequence was so cinematic, the director of photography and Amy nailed it there. Simply nailed it. I was in awe watching it. Really made me happy to see them all together again. I cried when Rory said goodbye to them. Yes, I cried even then. Leave me alone.

  9. “Still best friends”.
    Of course I cried through the whole thing like the little bitch that I am and I regret nothing. Seeing Lauren and Melissa unable to keep back tears…I was a mess. Beautiful. Well done. Thank you.

  10. Michel out of the closet.
    Need I say more?

  11. Emily and the help.
    I laughed so hard at that. Cannot actually believe Emily kept a maid for a whole entire year and even welcomed her family with open arms in her house. I’m so proud of you, grandma Gilmore.

  12. Cornstarch.
    Again, sobbed. I feel like ASP treated only Dean with some respect in this revival. He’s happy, got his own family and Rory was actually nice to him and the whole “you taught me what feeling safe is like” speech had me sobbing. Only people who had a great first love can relate to this, I guess. I’m glad they gave them that scene. They both deserved it.

  13. Luke and Paul Anka.
    Cried my eyes out. Loved it. Gimme a spin-off.

  14. Kirk’s second movie.
    That’s all.

  15. The swearing!
    Lorelai saying “Holy shit!” and Emily saying “Bullshit!” 3 TIMES IN THE SAME SCENE. Amen.

  16. The music!!!
    Wow. It was everything I could have asked for and more. Sam Phillips, Grant-Lee Phillips, Dolly Parton, Nancy Sinatra, the Carpenters. PERFECTION.

What I didn’t love (Oh boy, sit down and grab a drink):

  1. Rory.
    Just Rory in general. And not because she was 32 and rootless, living a vagabond life. I actually liked that she didn’t have her shit together and didn’t know in which direction to go. In this day and age it is very realistic and I’m glad Rory is not the perfect 16yo we first met in the show. But the the whole Logan affair that ultimately resulted in an illegitimate child was just not for me. I hated it. Not necessarily the pregnancy, just how we got there. Am I supposed to believe Rory Gilmore, my Rory Gilmore, would be fine being the other woman like that? There were never actual signs that she was in love with Logan or Logan with her, it felt more like they were comfortable being with each other and it was simply fun. They didn’t want for their thing to be anything more than it actually was. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. Logan made it clear he wouldn’t have left his fiancée for her, so she was settling for second best there. And hell no. Just no. It was a disservice to the character of Rory, really.
    And don’t even get me started on how she treated that poor Paul guy. What happened to you Rory?

  2. ASP (almost) total dismissal of S7.
    Hadn’t it been for the mention of Chris and Lorelai’s wedding, none of what happened in it was taken into consideration. None of it. Good or bad. And I get ASP didn’t want to acknowledge it, but it was a year worth of storylines completely ignored and I think it did more damages than good, ultimately.

  3. Logan.
    He’d grown up so much in S7 and now he’s back to the little snobby cheating careless kid we met in S5. He asked Rory to marry him, am I supposed to believe he’s totally cool now with having her as nothing more than his mistress? The guy was in love with the girl, if I were a sophies shipper I’d be livid right now.

  4. Jess’ conclusion or lack thereof.
    If you want me to believe Jess, who’s literally the only character who’s got his shit together in this revival, is still pining for Rory after more than a decade, then I’m gonna need some follow through, some more intel at the very least.
    Otherwise, just keep it to yourself ASP. Please and thank you.

  5. Scott and Lauren’s chemistry.
    Ouch.
    That’s the thing that probably hurt the most, aside from Rory.
    WHERE HAS THAT CHEMISTRY GONE? If we don’t count every scene in Fall and a couple more here and there, they’ve completely lost their sparkle and it made my heart ache. Some scenes were unbearable to watch because you could definitely tell something was missing there. Some scenes were great and it felt like no time had passed at all, but some others were painful to watch. Just painful.

  6. The whole Luke and Lorelai pre-fall story line.
    No bueno. So they’ve spent 9 years together with zero progress in their relationship and dealing with the same communication issues they’ve always dealt with? You’re telling me that after a whopping 11 years in total of relationship these two still make the same mistakes over and over? Well, THAT is disappointing.
    Didn’t they learn anything from the past? At all?
    Everything Emily says to Lorelai about Luke was SPOT ON, as much as it pains me to admit it. And you can definitely tell Luke would do anything to make her happy, he even says so himself at the end, but when will Lorelai do something for him?
    The whole baby talk/surrogacy thing drove me up the wall. So he wanted a child, never brought it up, she wanted him to have a child - their child,  never brought it up either. Now they’re 50 and childless. Great. Just fucking great.
    I mean…ASP should have given them that kid. They just should have opened the revival with a 8yo Gilmore-Danes kid running around and if Amy didn’t want them to have one, then fine, I can respect that, just spare me the whole “ooops, too little too late” thing because it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I’m a nice person, I didn’t deserve that.

  7. The way Rory mourned Richard’s death.
    Did she mourn at all? Okay, except for the scene when she goes into Richard’s office and that one scene when she kisses the portrait, she seemed a bit unfazed by the passing of her beloved grandfather. Rory loved him to pieces and he loved her just as much and, maybe it was Alexis’ fault and not the Amy’s writing, but it just felt like Emily and Lorelai were having so much more of a hard time adjusting to life without Richard than Rory was. Made me really sad.

  8. THE MUSICAL. ALL OF IT. TOO MUCH. TOO LONG. TOO EVERYTHING.

  9. Christopher’s existence.
    I did appreciate the fact that Amy officially patented him as an asshole though. That was nice. “It was supposed to happen that way,” oh give me a break! You weren’t there to raise Rory because you didn’t want to be there, not because it was supposed to happen. You were a joke of a father by your own choice. Shut up.

  10. April.
    As much as I was dreading seeing her, I knew we had to see her at some point, so I prepared myself. One would have thought the girl would have had more screen time and at least showed up for her father’s wedding. But I laughed my ass off at that scene at the dinner table, so she was good for something at least.

  11. The cameos (especially Peter Krause’s).
    Too many of them, didn’t really need them. Also, the whole Lorelai/ranger talk made me cringe, I get that they’re together in real life, but Lorelai was full on flirting with him and it was so inappropriate and as a java junkie shipper made me vomit a little in my mouth. Could have done without.

  12. Amy Sherman - Palladino’s stubbornness.
    Last but not least, I think what bothered me the most was exactly this. Don’t get me wrong: her show her rules.
    Fine.
    I learned that lesson the hard way in Partings already. If she wants to piss fans off she will and she wont even think about it twice. I respect that kind of integrity and I wouldn’t want her to refrain from exploring this world she created the way she wants to, just because she’s scared of making fans unhappy. You can’t please everybody, some people will always be unsatisfied and that’s okay. That’s life, no harm no foul.
    What I really don’t get is why she had to ignore completely season 7 and also make it feel like no time has passed at all in Stars Hollow. Let’s take Richard’s death aside for a moment, what the hell has happened in those 9 years for our girls? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Many characters are in a stalemate. Lorelai didn’t get married to Luke, didn’t have any more children, didn’t do much at or with the Dragonfly, she’s exactly where we left her. Rory is jobless, homeless, still trying to figure out what to do with her life, 9 years later. Luke is the same old same old, which is in character but also…what the hell? Did time stop there? Hadn’t it been for Ed’s death - may he rest in peace - Amy would have had 0 ideas for a revival. What would have moved the plot ahead? I’m not sure she had this grand vision of how the show was supposed to end, after all.
    Also, I’m glad she stuck to her own ending and to the infamous “last 4 words” - again, I appreciate the artistic integrity - but it was a bit out of place here, in this context at least. So, correct me if I’m wrong, Rory is Lorelai 2.0? I spent 16 years watching this show, only to see the daughter make the same exact mistakes her mother did? And can we call a child “a mistake” even when the mother is a Yale graduate world traveler 32 year old? I don’t think so.
    It didn’t come full circle, not in the way it was intended to when Amy first thought of the last 4 words.
    Also, side note, those 4 words? Predictable as fuck. Just saying.

All in all, I loved going back to Stars Hollow. It was like coming back home after a long time. It comforted me, it made me laugh and it made me cry far too much, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Stars Hollow is home and always will be.

Was A Year In The Life perfect? No.
Was it everything I wanted it to be and more? Probably not.

But that is not what this show is about or was ever about.

If there is anything Amy Sherman-Palladino and this show have taught me is that life is not perfect, that I am allowed to make mistakes and screw up from time to time, that things don’t always go the way we planned and that’s okay.

So no the show didn’t live up to my unrealistic expectations, but then again neither does life. We take the good and deal with the bad the best we can.
So I’ll take the good, because there was SO much of it, it really outnumbered the stuff I didn’t love anyway. I enjoyed every single minute of those 6 hours and that’s what matters the most.

I never thought I’d get the chance to go back to Stars Hollow again. Ever. This was a gift, a blessing truly, and I am forever grateful to each and every person that has made this possible.

And now, let the third rewatch begin…

I smell snow… ❄

The Roles We Play

Jensen x Reader, Misha 

Request By Anon: Hey I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you also write fics about the actors? If so can I request some JensenxReader based on the Con they were in Rome recently where jensen was so cute and drunk. the reader is a actor on the show and plays a love interest for dean and the fans also ship them both in real life. (let’s pretend Danneel doesn’t exist or is happy with someone else). Keep up the great work honey!!

A/N: This is my first Jensen fic, please keep that in mind. Also, for the purpose of this fic, Jensen is single, and Danneel is happy with someone else. No disrespect to the family. 

This was really hard for me to write, simply because I’ve never written Jensen before, hence why it’s so short. Hope it’s at least somewhat like what you were looking for. 


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Even as a child, you loved to act. It was always this deep burning passion you inside of you. There were many shows you put on for family and friends in the garage, or at some events around town. It was who you were, and what you knew. Every night you dreamed that you’d make it big. You longed for the day when going to work meant you were going to set, or were hitting the red carpet instead of going to the same old crappy building you called a workplace. 


That day finally came. You somehow managed to snag a role on the infamous Supernatural . That news alone was enough to rock your world, but then you got the call. You were not only going to be returning to the show for more episodes, but you would also be playing the love interest to one Mr. Dean Winchester. 


The past year has been the best year of your life. The people who make this show possible have quickly become your favorite people in the world. From the actors you worked along side, to the crew, all the way down to the fans, and everyone in between. You never in all your life could have guessed that you would have felt this loved, or that you could have this much fun for a living. 

Once again, your expectations were blown straight out of the water. The level of fun you had on set was nothing compared to the shannanigans and hilarity that came when you started attending cons. It was like nothing you had ever experienced. These fans were more than fans, they were family, and they lit up your world with their love and support. Well that, and their insistence on shipping you and Jensen in real life.

Let’s face it. He is a very good looking man. And don’t even get you started on his heart. All of that is great, and you had maybe thought it once or twice, but the truth of it was, you had let that go. You dodn’t think about it often because you worked with him, and for god sakes he was Jensen freaking Ackles. Like how would that even happen. None the less, the fans were persistent. 

The question was always raised at pretty much every con, and you two had become experts in answering the question without answering it. It was nothing new, and it became second nature after a few times. That was until one night at a con in Rome. Jensen took his place beside Misha for the panel, and he was feeling pretty good if you catch my drift. The juice was kicking in. 

The usual questions had been asked, and the innuendos had begun. Everything went as it normally did, until it didn’t. A shy young girl stood up to ask her question. God she was so cute! “My question is for Jensen.” She giggled a little before continuing, “So we all know how Dean feels about Y/N’s character, and also know how close you and Y/N are, is there any chance we could see that grow into something more?” 

There was a whole new atmosphere in the room. Everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seat, including Misha. He was looking over at Jensen, excitedly waiting for his response. 

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He paused for a moment, took in a deep breath, “Well see here’s the thing. I don’t know if it’s you, or the juice, but I can’t lie to you.” With that being said, I don’t know. Will it happen, who knows. Would I like it to happen… hell yeah.” 

The crowd burst into screams at his confession, and Misha looked satisfied. Meanwhile you were backstage, jaw on the floor. 

He continues to talk, “See, Y/N has always been really easy to talk to, right, and  when you have someone who get you, and gets your stupid jokes, and who you can just be ridiculous with, the chemistry is always going to be there, so I don’t know if that answers your question, but that’s the truth.”  

The girl giggled once more, “Thank you”. 

Misha beat Jensen to the punch, “No, thank you. You finally got him to spit it out.” 

Jensen just raised his eye brows, and shrugged his shoulders. “Hey it’s not like i could hide it forever, especially not with the roles we play.


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NCT DREAM X Platonic Reader

I don’t even know what this is, like it turned from one thing to a whole other thing altogether. I’m trying to make this a small series, but we’ll see where that goes. Anyways, enjoy!


            “Lee Jeno is a god.”

            You looked up and gave your friend an odd look after her dramatic announcement. You had just been sitting at your desk trying to get some last minute homework done before class started, and she just had to come over and start talking about the boy who easily was the prettiest in all of your school. You had a few classes with him, and he was nice enough, but you really didn’t want to hear about him when you had like five minutes to finish all your work from the night before.

            “Look, I really don’t—“

            “He dyed his hair,” she continued as if you hadn’t even spoken. “He’s blonde now. Blonde. Like, oh my god.”

            “Can I just finish my homework in peace?”

            “No because I was attacked when I got to school today! I need some support from my friend!”

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Practice Makes Perfect (Lay x Reader)

Hello my darling hearts! This was requested by a sweet anon who had a thirst for Zhang Yixing that could rival my own. I think we all have a secret thirst for our healing unicorn and his sinful hips. I mean really?! Lay is such a bias wrecker! lol I hope you all enjoy this one! Especially the lovely anon who requested~!

P.S. Who wouldn’t want Yixing grinding on them though???

P.S.S. Blonde Lay makes me weak. This is my favorite part of the whole Call Me Baby MV because of his wink lol

Your heart skipped excitedly and you only heard the blood rushing through your ears as you moved skillfully to the beat. You felt sweat run over your forehead and slipped down your cheek to your chin. That was the thing when you danced.You were so conscious of everything, the way your hair stuck to your cheek, or the way you would notice the eyes of onlookers watch your every movement.

Frankly, it was exhilarating.

You were SM Entertainment’s new crown jewel, their new solo act. They boldly stated to all that you were the full package: a capable singer, a hard worker, fluent in more than one language, and an incredible dancer. It was something new to you really, seeing your face plastered on billboards, being on famous variety shows you would watch when you were younger, but especially the change in your lifestyle.

You were a very self-conscious person, an endearingly shy girl, and everyone ate up your personality with ’aws’ and ’aigoos’. All of that was thrown out the window though when you danced. Recently, SM Entertainment was dabbling in crossovers and collaborations within its artists. Their most recent crazy concoction happened to have you as one of its stars. You secretly frowned upon the a-typical way they paired mostly male and female idols together, broadcasting them as a dynamic, star crossed duo, and that they had just the greatest chemistry. You were absolutely dreading this whole thing completely.

That is, except when it was Lay.

He was your one and only partner in SM’s new featured dancing duo and you  were immediately relieved to know that. At least, for a little while.

You and Lay went way back, all the way to your trainee days, and he quickly became your best friend. So you were already comfortable with most things. Most, because you wouldn’t exactly call having Lay grind into you exactly comfortable. Very friendly, yes. Comfortable? Nope. You and Lay were already a bit too friendly and touchy with one another to be just friends, but this was taking it a little too far in your opinion.

Your heart sped up abruptly as you felt the heat of Lay’s breathe on your neck, his light panting was more of a turn on then you cared to admit. When you two were literally a hair’s breath apart, it was easier for you to get distracted by the little things about him you’ve always loved. The way he would bite his lip when he’d concentrate hard enough, or the way his hands felt as they run up your body, so hot and rough. You’ve loved Yixing since the moment he said hello to you for the first time. God, you’ve always been in love with him.

You gasp suddenly, driven from your thoughts as your feet tangle underneath you and you fall unceremoniously to the ground. You feel Yixing catch your elbow, but you’re too red faced to look up from the wood floors. You hear surprised mumbling around the room from instructors as they look on curiously. You hear the music stop and your skin heats up with embarrassment, Yixing has knelt down beside you his warm hand still gripping your arm protectively. You never make simple mistakes like that usually. You’re honestly shocked by yourself and feel Yixing’s brown gaze burning holes into your skin because he’s surprised as well.

His voice is low as he leans in, eyes full of concern, sweat running over his collarbones, “Are you alright, _____?”

You don’t answer and one of the instructors clears his throat uncomfortably, “I’m sure that was only a freak thing Miss _____. Please take care to remain aware of your surroundings next time.” He looks at his watch with a sigh, “Why don’t you two take an hour to recuperate and,” he looks at you pointedly, “Work on anything that might be hindering your progress.”

You shamefully stand up and Yixing reluctantly removes his grip from your arm, his fingertips brushing your skin once more before leaving, sending a delicious shiver over your body. The two of you bow to the instructors as they filter out of the room, still whispering about the event that had just transpired.  

When they’ve all left, Yixing turns back to you, his gaze soft as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, lips hypnotic as he worries one between his teeth. You’ve never been so humiliated and ashamed in your whole life until today. You hated letting people down and it felt like you’d just lowered everyone’s expectations of your dancing skills, one of the only things you prided yourself in.

You didn’t realize Yixing was talking until he cupped you cheek earnestly, “____!…”

Your head snapped up and was suddenly looking straight into the eyes of the most gorgeous boy you’ve ever met. Oh and your best friend. That too. You’ve loved Yixing for as long as you’ve known him, but you didn’t want to ruin the incredible friendship you had with one another. The two of you had been practically inseparable since the moment you met, and you always felt an enormous amount of morbid satisfaction when people mistook you for a couple constantly.  

You gave the beautiful boy a strained smile, “I’m fine Yixing. Just a little…distracted.”

He brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb, “Must’ve been something pretty big if it distracted the girl with laser beam focus.”

You blushed for the umpteenth time that day as you mumbled, “Oh. Yeah.”

He dropped his hand and ran it through his hair, “So. What was it, ____-ah?”

You were almost too distracted with the way his hand slipped so casually through his beautiful locks, you only managed to mutter a quick, “Oh nothing important.”

He raised an eyebrow, but then grabbed your hand, his face suddenly unreadable, “You know you can tell me anything, right ____? We’re best friends after all.”

You bit you lip guiltily as you felt your heart clench painfully, but you only nod in response. The odd look on his face doesn’t change and you’re suddenly curious as to what he’s thinking in that moment. Were you that obviously in love with him?  

You chirp up a bit too brightly, “Why don’t we try the feature dance again? I want to especially go over the fourth movement. The one I…fell on.” He’s still guarded, but he agrees readily, taking his starting position as you take your own.

The blaring beat of the music started as you clicked the remote to the stereo, tossing it across the ground. The song was very sexy, full of gasps and low moans. When you’d recorded it in the studio, it felt more like you were recording erotic audio rather than singing. Not that you minded. After all, Yixing had to do the same thing too.

The moment his hand grips your waist and pulls you closer to his body, it feels different than every other time you had practiced. His look is more heated, his touches far more risque than past ones. A little annoyed and aroused, you defiantly do the same, your nails raking down his chest sensually. He growls as he spins you around so your back is to him. That was your cue to seductively writhe down and up his body before he begins to grind into your ass. You gasp, surprised at the amount of force he’s putting into it. He’s not pretending to grind into you like all the other times, he’s actually flicking his skilled hips into your body.  

You moan and his grip tightens on your waist, causing your skin to burn underneath your clothing. His breath is once again fanning over the back of your neck, making chills race down your spine and straight to your core. His ‘grinding’ was practically just dry humping now, and you were beginning to feel every thrust in your lower regions.  

He’s suddenly everything when he spins you again and grips your hair, pulling your sweaty forehead against his. You sneak a glance and catch his eyes flickering up and down your body, his teeth biting painfully hard onto his lips. Was he checking you out? You? His best friend? His hands are roaming freely over your body new, and you realize with wide eyes that nothing he’s done so far had been choreographed.

You’re watching the way his teeth are working on his lip, feeling the way his hands slide underneath your shirt to alight on your skin, and the only rational thing that runs through your mind is for this beautiful boy’s mouth to be your’s.

You dart forward and claim his surprisingly soft lips with your own, a groan escaping as he suddenly stops moving. His feet stop, but his hands and mouth don’t.  

You let your hand run up his toned chest, winding your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You both moan appreciatively as you both fight for dominance; you win over him for only a moment before he slams you into the mirror in the room, both your sneakers squeaking in protest at the sudden movement.  

The contrast in the coolness of the mirror on your back and the heat of his hands as they lift your shirt away caused your panties to dampen all the more. All you can do is moan wantonly as Yixing, ever the gentleman, sucks on the skin of your chest, carefully low so no wandering eyes would see the blooming hickeys in your skin.  

You hear him groan, his voice soft, “God, I love you _____.” You freeze and he does the same when he feels you tense up. The two of you stare back at each other in surprise, and for the first time, Yixing blushes.  

He’s too cute the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck and stutters against your skin, “I’ve been wanting to tell you that for a while.”

You nearly burst out laughing, tears forming as you grin into his hair, relieved, “Me too.” You stroke the small curls of hair at the back of his neck, the words nearly catching in your throat, “I love you, Yixing.”

His head snaps up, his warm brown eyes reflecting your own relief and joy, “Really?”

You nod shyly, kissing his fingers as they run across your lips in disbelief, “I’ve wanted to tell you since the moment we met. But then we became such good friends, I didn’t want to ruin what we had.”

He laughs and kisses your lips happily, “I thought the same thing. I thought when we got paired together, it would be a good idea to reveal my feelings.” He looks at you mischievously, “But you beat me to it.” You blubber and turn a lovely shade of scarlet, he continues with his hands ghosting over your chest softly, “I started to notice when we began to do  these sexier dances that you would blush more and more when I would touch you or look at you.”

You’re panting softly because he’s now fully groping you, “How very Sherlock Holmes of you.”

He smirks without a word and you’re completely lost in him. Clothes are torn off of bodies at an alarming rate, and you’re suddenly wrapped around your best friend, his hips pressing you into the familiar cool mirror. You’ve left your fair share of love bites and hickeys on his chest, an especially dark one right over his heart makes you smile smugly as you lick over it with your hot tongue. His skin tastes of salt and Yixing. His scent and taste are completely unique to him and you can’t find a way to compare it to anything, because it isn’t like anything else. The tautness of his tan skin over his muscles is hypnotizing at his arms cage you in. You run a hand appreciatively over his bicep, kissing down to his wrist lustfully.  

He groans and you feel the way his painfully erect member brushes your folds and ass. His willpower is admirable in a way that he’s focusing all his attention on your needs over his own. Though you are doing a pretty damn good job at giving him what he wants too. Although stating he hates how sensitive his neck is, you’re pretty sure he would take those words back by the way he’s gasping. You lick the column of his throat, over his Adam’s apple, nipping at his jaw before pressing wet kisses to it. His grip on your sides tighten as you bite an especially sensitive spot right of his pulse. You can practically feel the way his heart is racing when you press kiss after kiss there. A certain satisfaction comes from a boy moaning your name as you give them pleasure; satisfaction that runs straight to your dripping heat.

You’d been rubbing your soaking core over Yixing’s member, lubing it up with your leaking juices. You begin to gasp louder and result to begging, “Please Yixing!…”

His eyes are full of lust and want, as he grinds into you again and again. His voice is husky as he groans, “I don’t have any-”

You’re too far gone to care about proper protection as you wail, “I don’t care! Just fuck me Yixing!”

He growls loudly and thrusts up into your welcoming core in one go, sliding easily through your dripping folds to the hilt. You don’t even need to adjust to his size as you mewl loudly, your walls clenching greedily around his dick. He swore softly underneath his breath, burying his face into your neck, as he tightens his grip on your ass and waist. As he slides out, you clench around him mischievously, eliciting a moan of appreciation to escape his lips. The way he begins to thrust into you is dance-like: the timing perfect and the thrusting of his hips smooth and powerful at the same time. Each time he pumps into you, your panting increases and the only sound besides your moans are his grunts and the wet sound of skin against skin. The silkiness of his member brushing against your walls causes your nails to dig into his well muscled back. You’re so wet and the way he slides in and out so perfectly…you just want him more and for him to be closer closer closer!…

Your release spills out of you powerfully, pleasure tearing your body apart as you clench painfully right around his dick, causing his thrusts to become more and more erratic. Your voice jumps up and down as you scream his name over and over, urging him to come in you, to come with you.  

Yixing’s stamina eventual wears off as he comes crashing down along with you, his hot seed shooting deep into you. You gasp at the sensation, feeling completely fulfilled as he groans your name into you hair.  

The two of you stay in that position for a few more moments, relishing the feeling of being joined as your bodies are pressed completely together. Yixing gently pulls out, carefully setting you on the floor as he slides down next to you. He turns a radiant smile toward you, his dimples showing sweetly as he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You grin back, resting your head on his shoulder as you twine you hands together. He squeezes your hand softly, and you squeeze back too, solidifying the new relationship you have together.  

He chuckles, “Maybe now our dancing will look more sincere.”

You playfully bat his arm, but laugh anyway, “I’m sure it will.”  

Needless to say, the two of you turned out to be one of the most popular duos to emerge that year and for many years to come. Fans will fondly recount all the cutest moments that transpired between the two of you and will always remember with mischievous grins just how damn sexy _____ and Lay were onstage as they danced together.

You Deserve Better

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Request: @that-one-greaser - Could I request an Imagine where you’ve liked Archie for a while but have been dating other guys to try to get over him but you don’t know that he actually likes you too? (Could he maybe spill his feelings after you go to him after a fight with your boyfriend?) thanks hun<3

Warnings: slight cussing

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In this town, when you’ve dated one member of the football team, you’ve dated all. All this time, I’ve been waiting for one football player in particular to recognize me, but I’ve had no such luck. Archie Andrews has been my one true crush for so many years, yet we’ve only remained friends. I always figured he’d go for a good, cute girl like Betty anyway, so i never dared to embarrass myself and confess my feelings to him.

After I decided to keep my feelings to myself, I made another decision: get over that glorious ginger-haired boy. And as everyone says, the best way to get over a guy? Date someone else. In my case, I dated several.

Currently, I was going out with Reggie Mantle. Recently appointed to captain of the football team, Reggie was perfect in distracting me from my still-lingering feelings for Archie.

Reggie agreed to come over to my house at 6 so I could help him with his Chemistry assignment, and even give him some personal entertainment. However, when 7 rolled around, and he hadn’t returned any of my calls or messages, I gave up. Instead, I decided to head to Pop’s for a milkshake.

Boy, was that a mistake.

As soon as I entered, I heard his laugh. I turned to see Reggie, sitting with his back to me, with his arm around one of the River Vixens. I watched silently as she tilted her head up to kiss him sweetly. Outraged, I stormed up to their booth and the second Reggie saw my face, he pulled away from the Vixen and rushed to explain himself. Before he could stand and grab my hands, I slapped him swiftly across the face. Satisfied with his pained expression, I rushed out of the diner, desperate to get away.

I know that Reggie was just another piece of arm-candy, but no one deserves to be cheated on, no one.

I needed to be away from Reggie, but I also didn’t trust myself to be on my own with such anger. As if on instinct, my body headed in the direction of Archie’s house. I wanted his warmth, his comforting words, and his voice whispering in my ear that everything will turn out fine. I wanted him.

The second I knocked on his front door, he opened it, as though he sensed that I was going to be there. When he saw my troubled expression, he hurried me inside.

He led me to his bedroom and sat down next to me on his bed. He draped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side. Just being near to him, in this room, reminded me of how deep in love I fell for him.

“What happened, Y/N?” he asked concerned.

“That son of a bitch, Mantle stood me up to suck face with a freaking River Vixen!” I was angry and I refused to cry.

“What the hell? That’s ridiculous. Why would he cheat on YOU?” he asked, rubbing my shoulder in circles.

I scoffed. “Clearly he thinks that I’m not important enough for his attention. Maybe he wanted a cheerleader’s body instead of a regular girl like me.”

“Don’t say that! You’re perfect! There’s no guy that wouldn’t feel lucky to call himself your boyfriend.”

I scoffed again and said, “well clearly one guy doesn’t think so.”

Thinking that I meant Reggie instead of him, he replied, “Don’t worry, Y/N, you’re gonna find someone way better than Reggie. Literally anyone would be better than him.” He shifted so that he was facing me. Automatically, I moved to face him as well.

Seeing his eyes alone made my anger subside. I just wanted him to pull me towards him and wrap his arms around me.

“I don’t mean to be rude, especially at this time, but I gotta ask. Why did you date so many of those awful guys?” He offers me a smile to prove he means no offense.

I shrug and say, “I needed the distraction. Rather than wait for someone who I wasn’t even sure felt the same way about me, I placed my focus on other guys.” I waited before asking, “what about you, Arch? Why haven’t you made a move with Betty yet?”

He smirked. “I’m waiting for someone else. I never liked Betty in that way, anyways.”

“Oh yeah? Who are you waiting for?” I teased.

“Someone who doesn’t know how valuable she is. Someone who aimlessly dates around too much. Someone who’s never gone a day without being single since the 9th grade.”

Realizing he was describing me, I started, “Archie, what-”

“Y/N, you’ve always deserved better than those meatheads you always date. I can’t stand it when they have their arms around you like you’re some possession of theirs. Even tonight, Reggie has proven that he doesn’t value you.”

“Archie, that’s all well and good, but with my track record, who’s going to even want me?”

“I can think of one guy,” he mutters, smirking.

“Oh yeah? Point me in his direction and I’ll-”. I’m cut off as Archie lurches forward and covers my mouth with his. His lips feel so soft and sincere, I drink in every milliseconds that passes by.

Slowly he pulls away and looks at me with a sheepish grin.

“Well,” I say. “That was unexpected. ”

He chuckles lightly and says, “yeah, I’ve actually wanted to do that for a long time. I’ve had a crush on you since we were kids, Y/N/N, and I don’t want to see you go around with another idiotic guy. I want you to consider me as your future.”

I let out a loud laugh that takes him by surprise. “Are you kidding me, Andrews? I’ve liked you forever. I was convinced you’d never like me in that way , so I looked at other guys.”

“Wait, seriously?” The grin that spread across his face was priceless.

“Yes!”

“So, what happens now?”

I shrug and say, “I guess we just see where this goes. But, we both agree that this is actually happening, right? We’re really going to be…more than friends?”

He nodded and said, “yes, I would love that.” He continues to smile and says, “shouldn’t we tell the others?”

“They can wait till tomorrow. Now, I just want you all to myself.” I pull his neck towards me and he kisses me immediately. I’ve kissed guys before, but this feels different; this feels monumental.

Finally, my fears since the 9th grade have proven to be pointless. Knowing that Archie has felt the same way since then means the world to me. He’s seen me and I’ve seen him. Now, his lips will be the only lips I kiss for a very long time to come.