as an excuse to why i was late

I think people really underestimate how huge of an impact the Internet has had on the LGBTQIA+ community as we know it today. This is also why it saddens me that people make the excuse of “x community only formed in the late 90’s/early 2000’s” to exclude certain communities.

The Internet started bringing people together, introduced people living in more rural areas to the larger community, and allowed for more detailed discussions about gender and sexuality between strangers who may never have met each other otherwise. It’s no coincidence that so many new communities and identity labels began to spring up at around the same time. Always remember that community formation did not begin or end with Stonewall.

sango and kagome in the rain!

I planed on finishing this drawing for @kagsanweek​ arghhhhhhhh- I’m really sad to be late but happy because it gave me an excuse to draw those ladies!

hey! I forgot to mention this but I have my finals now from may to june (I take some of my subject this year and rest next year) I do have time from test to test so I won’t be taking brake from drawing but it might be the reason why I’m less active and posting and I wanted to say sorry for that T^T

good luck to all of you who are taking them or finished~! and congratulation to all of you who graduate~!

splinter (m)

» pairing: jungkook x reader

» genre: angst, non-explicit smut / college au

» word count: 6,518

» description: Perhaps in their last moments together, the pieces won’t seem so broken. That maybe even with their jaded hearts they can salvage some replica of what it all once was. 

» note: there are mentions of cheating in this story

People love to talk about the ‘what ifs.’

What if they had just kept going, what if they had chosen a different path, what if things had just gone the way they had so desperately wanted them to? Humans torture themselves with these thoughts, all while urgently grappling at the threads of their memories that led to the fork in the road where things went awry. They ponder them tirelessly, wondering if they could’ve done something different, only to realize in the end that it didn’t matter because what was done was done. It was that simple, yet again, people still loved to talk, ponder, and torture themselves with the possibility of what if — However, in your personal experience, there was something much worse.

There was a sub-group of sorts to the what-ifs, called the ‘almosts.’ Almosts are burning flames of misery because they tease you by getting so heartbreakingly close to what you wanted. They were in your reach, resting on the tip of your tongue, only to dissipate before you could swallow it down and make it yours.

So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the-almosts. But what you were even less keen on was being in the same room as your almost, the thread of memories making the air thick as it wrapped its way around your throat.

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hiveswap positivity post, the shit i loved about it, spoilers obviously:

  • animation was lovely, i loved watching joey dance around
  • the fucking joke with the lone gunbirds, that is a such a DATED reference, but also the way the music got more uncertain and dejected with each birb failure, i was in stitches
  • joey’s struggle to find ways to connect to her late mom, but the way she spaces them out, is incredible and very real and painful
  • the light the entire game cast grandpa harley in holy shit. like there were multiple times i was laughing in that kind of “i need to laugh or i’m gonna be reminded too strongly of my grandmother and break down crying.” and hand in hand with that, while not remotely an excuse, the sort of horrific realization of why grandpa is like this. it’s So Much.
  • jude’s ‘quirk’ honestly was so fucking charming i hate it
  • JOEY IS NOT STRAIGHT. john homestuck remains the only str8 kid in homestuck txt it.
  • all the backgrounds were so stuffed full of tacit storytelling and easter eggs and stuff, i would not say no to having big glossy high res copies of each one to just examine them.
  • I DID NOT NEED THE REMINDER OF ALL THESE TERRIBLE NINETIES THINGS, GUYS
  • dril did some additional writing for the game holy shit lol
  • I NAMED THE SLOTH LUSUS SLUTHUS and to be honest i love the sluthus so much, i was making winded crying noises. the picture of xefros laying on its belly while it hangs upside down from a tree was transcendent. also the sad slow way it tried to move rubble was oh my godddddd i love sluthus.
  • the dammek twist was honestly really cool and interesting and i am DYING to learn more about him. i think it’s very interesting to set up this rebel boy who is all about the Revolution….. except for the guy who is a lower caste than him. that’s some Shit right there, and I want to see the culmination of that, and to see if Jude will have any influence on Dammek for the better.
  • THE ROOM WHERE IT SLAPPENS
  • the fact that joey modeled her love of vet stuff in direct opposition with her father’s love of hunting, holy SHIT. /clap clap clap
  • the fact i have to replay the entire game now JUST to rub every object on every other object to see what cohen’s written for all the combinations. i will witness u cohen, i promise.
  • i will buy hiveswap act 2 on release day i am so hype
Voltron Characters as Cryaotic quotes:
  • Lance: “Don’t put your dick in things that don’t got a ring attached to it.”
  • Keith: “We are here to feel terrible on the inside and outside.”
  • Hunk: “Why isn’t there a game where I can parachute high five my friends?”
  • Pidge: “Looks like 25% of people are fuckin’ assholes.”
  • Shiro: “I’m the man of this house, I will bark as much as I wish.”
  • Allura: “I appreciate the words you’re saying, now please don’t ever say them again.”
  • Coran: “Son of a tit, not again.”
  • Slav: “Excuse me everybody, I’ll be hiding under a mattress.”
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so I accidentally came up with an AU where Marinette has an older brother

His name is Anthony Dupain-Cheng. He is an aspiring photographer and sometimes takes pictures of items from the bakery to help make advertisements. He accidentally finds out about Ladybug but is super helpful with making excuses for why she needs to leave randomly. He also makes her coffee when he knows she was up late fighting an akuma. He and Marinette are very close but they get really competitive when it comes to video games. 

A Different Fight

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!

Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)

Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D

Part II can be found here 


To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.

Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.

About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.

“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.

“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.

“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.

“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”

“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”

“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”

“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.

“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”

“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.

“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.

“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.

“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.

“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.

“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.

The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.

Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.


Tags~ @nevaehsuga (thank you for the request love!! i hope you liked it!!) @nedslaptop (I don’t really have a tag list yet but i thought I’d add you as long as I was doing it since you asked a while back xx)

If you wanna be tagged in my dumb writing in the future let me know and I’ll make sure to add you!!

Imagine - Protective Tony x reader

Originally posted by alberto-rozende

@vivi-ccw Request: “Tony and the reader are close friends and during the situation with the tapes the relationship grows into love? and that Tony is always really protective when someone tries to flirt  with her or yeah I don’t know something like that maybe 🙈🙃”

You and Tony had been best friends since you two were only children, which is understandable considering that the two of you were neighbours. Your parents would always bring you over to Mr. and Mrs. Padilla’s house for play dates with their son. Which is how Tony and you became inseparable. You told Tony everything, he was your shoulder to cry, your light in a dark room. Tony was your sun, he brightened up your life and made everything seem more bearable. As long as you had Tony beside you, you could conquer anything.

And right now you really needed Tony, and Tony really needed you. Because Hannah Baker, your friend, one of the sweetest girls that you have ever had the pleasure of meeting, had just killed herself… And you had no idea how to cope with that. You’re not really sure if Tony knew either, but he seemed strong on the outside. He was always so cool and collected that it was hard to depict what he was feeling.

The night Hannah killed herself, you were at Tony’s. The two of you were cuddled up on the couch, watching a horror film. The two of you saw Hannah walk up Tony’s drive way and leave something at his door. But at the time, you thought nothing of it, ‘if it was important, she would’ve knocked, right?’ How wrong you were…

Tony opened the door to pick up the box that Hannah left on his door step, a couple minutes after she left, and the two of you read the note that she left.

Hannah was going to commit suicide.

The minute that you read that, you and Tony rushed outside to his car and sped to the Bakers household. But you were already too late… You saw them drag Hannah’s body out, saw the devastated and heartbroken looks on Mr. and Mrs. Baker’s faces. You felt sick. Knowing that you could have somehow prevent all of this from happening. If you would’ve  opened the door when Hannah came to drop of the tapes… She could’ve still been alive right now…

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I’m late but Happy Birthday to the best series of the universe!💫 Thank you so much for all the love!❤️

Voltron means so much to me~.💖

Redbubble Store☆

Just public school things

-Hearing screams coming from other classrooms and wondering what the fuck is going on

-Dropping the mr/mrs from a teachers name and just referring to them by their last name

-Just getting up and walking out to go to the bathroom whenever because the teachers literally couldn’t care less

- People standing in the middle of the FUCKING HALLWAYS like how do you have that many friends

-Teachers asking why you’re late to class and you can use “traffic” as an excuse

- Scarily lacking sex ed

-Weird, non-optional school spirit things that serve zero purpose

-DRESS CODE

-School-wide memes

-Seeing cops around ALL the fucking time

-Literal chaos + a mascot

OopsCupcake!’s Masterlist

This is a masterlist to all the writing i’ve been posting ever since (New York, lol) I joined Tumblr. It’ll be updated every time I post a new imagine.

Hope you like it. xx

Originally posted by foogefaceloveshedgehog

(Each section goes from the oldest to the most recent work)


HARRY STYLES:

1.  A sweet evening.

2.  Mixed dates.

3.  Cold days.

4.   Promise (Part one).

5.  Promise (Part two). (requested)

6.  Beautiful.

7.  Daddy’s treasures.

8.  Dreams do come true.

9.  in our hearts.

10.  Hideaway.

11. I won.

12. Hearts don’t break around here.

13.  For your eyes only.

14. Mornings.


- Series:

DARKNESS  Part 2

Where Harry is drown in sorrow.


- Blurbs:

#1. “Let me kiss you”

#2. Two hearts in one home.

#3. Where you fall asleep in Harry’s arms.


- Concept Nights:

#1. He hears you sing in the shower. (fluff)

#2. He breaks in front of you. (angst)

#3. You both star in the cover of a magazine. (fluff)

#4. You watch your wedding video for the first time. (fluff)

#5. You go for a walk with Harry… and the paparazzi. (angst/ fluff)

#6. He hears you sing while making breakfast. (fluff)

#7. Drunk Harry outs your secret relationship.

#8. Texting Harry while he’s on tour. (fluff/ funny)

#9. You call Harry crying. (angst)


NIALL HORAN:

1. Late night care. (requested) 
2. The colours you brought me. (requested)


LIAM PAYNE:

1. Holding hands. (requested)


13 REASONS WHY:

1. Excuses - Jeff Atkins.
2. Justin Foley request.
3. Meant to be - Montgomery de la Cruz


PROMPT LIST:

#24. “Is that a tattoo?“ - Niall Horan


EXTRA:

Harry Edward Styles
Sighs *
Okay but…
I needed to let everything out
Louis deserves all the lovehttps://oopscupcake.tumblr.com/post/165447099896/mornings

Lmao I have just realized something after seeing Zootopia again a few nights ago....

Before I saw it again for like maybe the fifth time (I’m always too busy to watch it repeatedly so excuse me lol :/) , I’d always ask myself “How does Judy know about Nick’s love for blueberries?”


Here what I have recently noticed…..

Before she forced him to help her on the major case, she started arguing with him about the fact that he took advantage of her, then this is what I didn’t peep until recently.

As they were walking and having their first conversation, he stole some blueberries from a seller and she saw what he did. But that wasn’t the only this I hadn’t peeped the first time, because this is what I had also peeped recently….

THE FACT THAT SHE WAS SMILING AT HIM WHILE THEY WERE WALKING AND HAVING A CHAT, POSSIBLY BECAUSE SHE SAW HIM ATTRACTIVE I would say it was love at first sight but this was before she saw his true colors so no, not really :/


  • So then after Nick showed her his true colors in this scene…

Originally posted by blueberrycarrots


  • And after Nick felt betrayed by Judy, who then left her behind in this scene…

Which also made her leave the ZPD due to her guilt which leads to my conclusion

Which is…..

This specific scene…

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Unpredictable

Requested: Nope

So the reasoning behind this imagine is because I sinned really bad and read this incredible imagine, which you can go read here and it got me in the feels. sO basically it made me want to write an imagine like that just without all of the sinning ofc. But if you do go and read that imagine, good luck, I’ll see you on the other side.

Also please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! Plus let me know if you’d like a part two, I’m willing to write one for this imagine.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do if he found out the truth.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of drinking

Word Count: 2,992

A/N: So it’s almost 4am, and I’m in the feels, and Tom just posted that picture of them in the hot tub. You’ve been warned.

Originally posted by tomholland-trash

“Hey Y/N, Tom is at the door can you go and open it?” Harrison shouted down the hallway, making you let out a loud groan of annoyance.

“He’s your best friend, why can’t you let him in the god damn door.” You yelled back, refusing to get off the couch as Tom patiently waited outside.

He could hear you both yelling back and forth, the usual banter between the two of you.

Harrison stormed down the stairs, sending you a glare, which you gladly gave a condescending smile back at him.

“Hey man! Sorry about that, Y/N wouldn’t get off her lazy ass and open the door for you.” Harrison spoke the last sentence louder than needed, making you roll your eyes.

You stood up, walking towards the two by the door, a fake smile plastered on your face.

“And I’m sorry my dumbass of a brother couldn’t walk down a few stairs to open the door for his best friend.” You patted Harrison hard on the back, making him glare at you once again.

Tom just stood there, watching you both argue back and forth, eventually you two would stop, but it usually took a few minutes.

“Don’t you have something better to do rather than annoy me and Tom?” Harrison let out a dramatic sigh, raising his eyebrows at you.

You let out a fake laugh, patting him on the shoulder.

“Oh brother, you don’t want to know what I’m doing later.” You winked, making Harrison’s eyes widen, along with Tom’s, as you gave a small wave to the both of them, before heading up stairs to your room.

“-Wait! What does that mean? Y/N!” Harrison called after you, but he only heard you laughing in response.

“That girl, I swear to god.” Harrison muttered, rolling his eyes as he walked into the kitchen, Tom following after him.

“What’s with her lately anyways? She doesn’t normally act like this, at least not that I remembered.” Tom questioned, opening a beer and taking a sip of it.

Harrison shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his beer also.

“I don’t know man, but I’m tired of it, I’m constantly having to look after her and make sure she doesn’t do some stupid shit.” He groaned, making Tom laugh slightly.

“I know she probably doesn’t say it much to you, but I think she’s really glad to have a brother like you.” Tom smiled, giving Harrison a thumbs up.

“Thanks man, it’s hard sometimes, she’s my sister, and I love her to death, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to her, even worse if someone dated her, lord.” Harrison muttered, taking another swig of his beer, before wandering outside to the pool, Tom alongside him.

You however, were texting your friends, they were planning on having a pool party later, which you were eager to go to.

The only problem was Harrison wouldn’t let you, especially with the swim suits you’ve been wearing lately.

You liked your body, you weren’t afraid to show it off either, but that’s exactly what made Harrison frustrated with you.

You packed your bag, stuffing in a swim suit, before heading down the stairs, your plan was to tell Harrison you were going out with your friends and that was it.

You wandered into the kitchen, looking for the two, before hearing music being played from outback.

You walked outside, seeing both Tom and Harrison in the pool, drinking their beers.

“Haz!” You shouted, but he didn’t hear you, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

You walked over to the music, shutting it off, immediately catching their attention.

“What the hell Y/N.” Harrison shouted, making you smile innocently.

“I came out here to tell you I’m going out with some friends, I probably won’t be home until late.” You ran your fingers through your hair slightly, making Harrison look at you skeptically.

“Why so late?” He pressed, making you avoid eye contact for a split second, looking at Tom, who was also curious to hear your explanation.

“We, uh, are, um…” You trailed off, trying to make up some lame excuse, but Harrison was able to put it together before you could even manage to think of anything.

“Y/N, what’s in the bag?” Harrison questioned, getting out of the pool, motioning towards the bag you were trying to hide.

“Just stuff.” You shrugged, trying to play it off, but Harrison was too good at knowing your lies, and games.

“You aren’t leaving till I see what’s in that bag.” Harrison demanded, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s nothing! God! Why can’t I ever do something I want without you hassling me!” You shouted, shoving past him, making his jaw clench with frustration.

“Y/N, I swear to god if you leave this house..” He looked at Tom who was watching you cautiously, waiting to see what you would do next.

“What Harrison? What will you do?” You fired back, making both their mouths drop open, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of satisfaction.

“See you later boys.” You winked, before disappearing into the house and off to your friends pool party.

“I can’t believe she just did that, she’s so dead when she gets home.” Harrison ran his hands over his face frustrated.

“She’ll be okay Haz, she is your sister after all.” Tom made a point, making Harrison relax a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

“Yes, I know she is, but that is also what worries me, she’s unpredictable.” Harrison looked at Tom, who nodded in response, that she was.

Hours passed and you were having the time of your life, the pool party was epic, everyone was doing whatever they wanted, drinking, dancing, swimming, anything you could think of.

You were drinking, a red solo cup in your hand, as you were dancing with your friends.

“Guys! We need to get a group picture!” Your one friend shouted, making you all squeal in response.

They gave a random guy their phone, “Okay ready? one, two, three, say partaaayyy!” The guy laughed as you all cheered after him, the flash going off, you all quickly rushed to see the outcome of the photo and it was perfect.

You all were laughing, your red cups in all of your hands, you all were just having fun, something you truly needed.

You all posted it on your social media, being a bit buzzed you didn’t really care at the time.

You then continued to party on, drinking and having the time of your life.

“Oh for fucks sake, what in the hell is this.” Harrison groaned out, seeing your newly posted picture on Instagram.

“Damn, where is she?” Tom questioned, looking at Harrison who was beyond pissed.

“Well, she’s supposed to be hanging with her friends, which in a way she is, but obviously she’s at a friends party, in a very revealing swim suit and clearly very drunk.” Harrison muttered, placing his hand over his mouth.

“I should have checked her bag, I mean look at that, who knows what guys are there.” Harrison set his phone down, going to grab another beer from the fridge.

Tom took this as his opportunity to actually see the situation, and sure enough there you were, red solo cup in your hand, laughing at something someone said, your bikini extremely revealing.

Tom blinked a few times, unable to believe you would actually do something like this, but at the same time he always knew you had a dark side, and he wasn’t going to lie, he liked it a tiny bit, just a tiny bit.

He sat there a few moments, trying to get those thoughts out of his head, why was he thinking like that? You were Harrison’s sister, and he was Harrison’s best friend, there was no way he could get involved with you.

Hours passed and you finally arrived home, drunk off your ass, you were giggling at literally anything.

“Where have you been Y/N? Shit you’re so trashed right now.” Harrison sighed, seeing your overly happy expression on your face.

“Hazzyyy!!” You squealed, making Harrison sigh once again and pick you up, there was no way you could make it up the stairs.

“That shit wasss crazzzyyy.” You giggled, as Harrison set you down on your bed, you immediately fell back staring at the ceiling.

“Y/N, what were you thinking? Someone could have taken advantage of you!” Harrison shouted, making you wave your hands.

“I never get to have fun, and it was time I did!” You protested, sitting up a bit too quickly as Harrison had to steady you.

“Tom can you grab Y/N a cup of water please?” Harrison yelled down the hallway, hearing Tom yell back in response and soon appear with a glass of water.

“Here Y/N, drink this.” Tom handed you the glass, you watched him walk over to you, your mind shutting off for a brief moment.

“Thanks.” You replied quietly, a small smirk on your face as you took the glass from Tom’s hands, purposely brushing your fingers against his.

You could see his breath hitch slightly, making you grin with satisfaction.

You glanced over at Harrison, then back at Tom who was doing his best to keep his thoughts out of his head.

“Hazzyy, can you get me some Advil?” You gave a small smile, seeing Harrison sigh in response.

“Watch her please?” Harrison looked at Tom who nodded slightly, before looking back at you.

You watched until Harrison slipped around the corner, making you smirk at Tom, who was doing his best to avoid your gaze.

“Something tells meeee that you’re hiding something Hollandddd.” You raised an eyebrow, standing up the best you could.

“Y/N, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

“Someone that doesn’t know what they’re talking about sure does make someone nervous.” You fired back, making him lock eyes with you.

It was that split second you felt something you hadn’t ever felt before, there was a spark, and you were sure as hell Tom felt it too.

You saw his eyes widen slightly, he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t, something happened, and it wasn’t good, he knew he was in trouble.

You soon remembered you were still in your swim suit, a grin spreading across your face.

“Tom, since Harrison isn’t back yet.. can you grab my clothes for me to change into?” You sat down on your bed, you were still buzzed, there was no doubt about that, but at this point you just wanted to mess with him.

“Uhm, sure..” He stuttered, rushing over to find you something to wear, which was extremely needed at this moment.

He quickly pulled a random outfit together, handing you the clothing, before turning around.

“Hope you don’t mind, I’m just going to change here.” You spoke barely above a whisper, making Tom shut his eyes tightly.

Don’t picture you, don’t picture you, don’t picture you, Tom thought to himself, praying Harrison would return as quick as possible.

You put the clothes on, just in time for Harrison to return, seeing Tom’s flustered expression.

“Everything alright in here?” Harrison questioned, looking between you and Tom.

“Everything is great.” You smirked, taking the Advil Harrison brought you, before crawling into bed.

Tom had quickly rushed off, needing to get out of there as soon as possible.

What was happening to him? Or the better question was, what was happening to you?

Tom knew you had been acting a bit strange the past few months towards him, but he never thought anything of it until tonight.

That was one of the hardest nights for Tom to sleep, the constant questions flowing through his head, as Harrison was fast asleep.

The night went by quick, and you were the first to wake up, your head throbbing even with the Advil.

You wandered down the stairs, popping two more into your mouth, washing it down with water when footsteps were appearing in the kitchen.

“Well what do we have here?” Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, making you sigh and rub your forehead.

“I know I know, I lied.” You muttered, making Harrison nod in agreement.

“I know, Y/N, you’re so lucky mom and dad aren’t home this weekend.” Harrison scolded, making you groan.

“What even happened last night? I don’t remember much.” You admitted, looking between Harrison and Tom.

“Not much, you were just your annoying self times ten.” Harrison teased, making you joke laugh with him.

You looked at Tom who you could tell was deep in thought, peaking your interest as Harrison was cooking breakfast.

“You alright Holland?” You questioned, propping your chin on the palms of your hands as you glanced over at him.

“Y-Yeah uh, just thinking. Um, so you don’t remember.. anything from last night?” He questioned, making you do your best to remember, and then it hit you.

Your eyes widened slightly, signaling that Tom knew you remembered, both of your cheeks flushed red.

“I’m gathering you remember a bit..” Tom whispered, making you nod your head slowly, your eyes never leaving the counter.

Tom was focused on Harrison making pancakes, then took a side glance at you.

“We need to talk about it.” Tom whispered, sending chills down your spine, which didn’t go unnoticed to Tom.

He bit his lip slightly, making you cover your mouth, what was going on? Why did Tom have this much control over you suddenly? What did you tell him last night? Your mind was wandering everywhere to try and put bits and pieces together.

You remembered the spark you felt with Tom, but that was it, and you couldn’t understand why it was happening.

“Last I checked, I was unpredictable, I’ll choose when we’ll talk.” You whispered back, smirking slightly seeing Tom’s surprised expression.

“Alright guys! Who would like one of Harrison’s famous delicious pancakes?” He grinned, turning around with his chefs hat on, a plate of pancakes in his hand.

You took a small glance at Tom, seeing him take one at you, before you both gave a nod and smiled at Harrison.

“Eat up! There’s more where that came from.” He chirped, before continuing to cook the rest of the breakfast.

You sat there, taking a bite of your pancake, as Tom was sipping his coffee.

You glanced over at him, taking another bite of your pancake, giving him a look, causing Tom to choke on his coffee slightly, while giving you a glare in the process.

Harrison had no idea how right he was.

So This Is Love [1]

Cinderella!AU

Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: So this came to me while I was watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Cinderella (2015) and i literally love it so much so I got inspired to write this and yes this will be a series!!!!!  Yay!!!!!! 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //


Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

“May I have this dance?” His silky sweet voice rung in my ears. He offered his hand to me.

“You may.” I smiled at him. I gently took his larger hand and he immediately gripped it tight. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and held my waist. We danced to the sweet music around us. He guided me across the dancefloor while my gown swished around me.

The whole time we stared at each other, a certain glint in his eye. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, sighing in content. He placed a kiss to my temple and smiled widely. I could stay in this moment forever.

“Y/N,”

“Hmm?” I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“I love you.” My smile couldn’t get any wider.

“I love you too.”

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Interrogation (Jughead x Reader)

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You were sitting in your usual booth at Pop’s Diner, revising some maths equations while you waited for your routine chocolate milkshake to arrive. You usually did this, as you didn’t like studying at home. You preferred noisy surroundings, as it motivated you to keep focused. Whenever you were studying you never invited anyone to sit with you at the diner, not even Jughead, your best friend for four years; so you were surprised when he sat down across from you.

You looked up at him with a questioning look, Jughead usually only popped up randomly when he was interrogating people, “Hello,” you greeted him.

He didn’t reply, just watched as your long awaited milkshake was placed on the table by a nice waitress, and stole the cherry off the top.

“You’re lucky I don’t like cherries,” you said to him, knowing he already knew that, “Is there a reason to your sudden appearance during my study time?”

He finally spoke, “Something tells me you’ve been keeping information from me.”

You raised your eyebrow, while you took a sip from your milkshake.

He elaborated, less interrogative now, more caring, “You’ve been acting weird around me lately, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

Although your heart skipped a beat in panic, you kept a straight face. You realised lately that you’ve actually grown feelings for the boy with the dark brown locks. You hadn’t realised but it has made you hyperaware of everything you did around him, careful not to be too flirtatious in case he picked up on it. You couldn’t bear the thought of ruining your friendship.

“Y/N?”  Jughead clicked his fingers in front of your face.

“Sorry, I just,” You tried to find an excuse, “I’ve been stressed about school, that’s all.”

He squinted at you in disbelief, “I know when you’re lying Y/N, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong? Have I done something?”

You took another sip of your milkshake, debating a reasonable answer, “It’s not that I won’t, it’s that I can’t. And no you haven’t done anything.”

“You know you can tell me anything, you’re my best friend,” Jughead told you.

You looked up at him and nodded, “I know, but not this.”

“Fine, I’ll leave it alone for now but I will get an answer, don’t you worry,” Jughead said and with that he got up and walked out of Pop’s, leaving you to your study and thoughts about the boy in the crown beanie.

You were lying in bed later that night, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, when you heard a knock at your window. You jumped when you saw a silhouette outside, but then looked a little closer to see the facial features of none other but Jughead. You put your phone down and walked over to the window to open it to let him in.

“Hey,” Jughead greeted you, climbing up the ladder he somehow found, into your bedroom.

You shook your head at his antics, a smile of amusement on your face, his weirdness will forever be surprising, “Hey.”

“Mind if I stay for a bit?” He asked.

“Sure,” you said, walking back over to your bed to lay down.

Jughead slipped off his shoes, walked over and laid down next to you. You both were just laying on your backs, staring up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence.

You spoke up, “Is there a reason you came to my house at 9pm at night?”

“You still haven’t told me what’s wrong,” He blatantly answered.

You sighed, “Right.”

He turned his head to look at you, “Please? Can you tell me what’s wrong? I feel like I’m not being a good friend by not knowing.”

You turned your head to him as well, staring into his eyes, those eyes you’ve grown to love, “I already told you, I can’t.”

He looked annoyed all of a sudden, “Whatever, don’t tell me then.”

You sat up, surprised by his annoyance, “Juggie, c’mon, I’m not keeping it from you to hurt you, I can’t tell you cause…” you sighed, “I-I just can’t, please don’t be mad.”

He sat up too, annoyance gone, replaced with a mischievous look, “Fine, I’m just gonna have to tickle it out of you.”

Your eyes widened in panic, you hated being tickled, you hated it, you were the most ticklish person ever, but before you could react, he’d already started on your sides.

“Jughead,” you laughed, “Please,” another laugh, “Stop!”

He didn’t oblige, you fell back, trying to get away but he stopped you by straddling your hips. He moved his hands up to your neck, tickling you feverishly and deviously, giving you no mercy.

“How,” laugh, “am I supposed,” laugh, “tell you,” laugh, “when you’re,” laugh, “doing this!” You choked out.

He stopped, hands placed softly on either side of your neck and somehow his face had gotten closer to yours.  He looked at you expectantly, waiting for the answer he so dearly wanted. Out of habit your eyes flickered to his lips, and when you looked back up there was a look of realisation on his face. Panic filled you, realising how obvious you had just been, but you thoughts were silenced when you felt a pair of lips on your own.

Jugheads lips.

Jughead was kissing you.

Your eyes fluttered shut, melting into the kiss. It was everything you had imagined and more. After a few moments, he pulled away. You opened your eyes to a smiling Jughead, and you smiled back.

Then he kissed you once more.

Me: Hey listen to this new song!

My friend: Oh no I don’t like K-pop.

Me: Why not?

My friend: I just don’t like listening to music I don’t understand.

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My friend: *Singing along to Despacito*

Me:

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19 days/ Hanahaki Disease

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The Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from severe one-sided love, where the patient throws up flower petals until they suffocate to death. The only cure is to have that love reciprocated, or to undergo surgery to remove the plant which wipes all memories and feelings for their beloved.

It starts on a Monday.

Jian Yi’s throat has been increasingly scratchy, ever since he saw the love letter tucked in that girl’s palm.

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I’m Not Letting You Go That Easily

||| @chanyeolisdaddyaf asked: Hey, can I get an EXO and Monsta X scenario where they are being aggressive with their girlfriends? |||

Monsta X


Park Chanyeol x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, angst

Word count: 534

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

You were tired of waiting for him every single day. Sometimes he wouldn’t even come back for the night or if he did it was already way past midnight and he would be gone early in the morning. Your relationship needed a break so you decided to come back to your old apartment, maybe that way he will understand that work isn’t everything. After you left he hadn’t called you in 2 days. That didn’t surprise you because he probably haven’t even been home in those 2 days, what was unexpected though , was seeing him outside your door late at night.

“Chanyeol, what-” you were about to say but he pushed you away and entered the house.

“Where is he?” he asked.

“Who?”

“Don’t play with me.” he hissed. He looked pissed. After staring at you for a few minutes he took off, checking every room and corner in the house.

“Chanyeol what are you doing?”

“You must be cheating on me, why else would you be here?”

“Excuse me? Can you please stop.” you told him grabbing him by the arm.

“Why did you leave?”

“Chanyeol, I think we should take a break so can you just go.”

He spun you around and slammed you into the nearby wall.

“What did you say?”

“Please go.” you told him trying to ignore the pain but his grip on you only became stronger.

“So what, it’s over? Just like that?”

“What do you mean just like that? Can’t you see what you have been doing these past few months, today is probably one of the few days we actually talk.” you shouted.

He clenched his teeth and looked at you with the eyes that are about to do something horrible. You waited for something to happen but he just punched the wall near your face and let go of you stomping away. You quickly followed him.

“Chanyeol-“

“Shut up, I don’t want to hear it!” he looked around for something to release his anger on when his eyes landed on the TV. He picked up the glass table near the sofa and smashed it into it.

“Oh my god, what are you doing!?” but he had no intention of stopping, he began trashing your place, breaking everything he found in his way. When you saw the opportunity you hugged him from behind hoping he would calm down.

“Stop!! I’m sorry but you should understand that this will be better for both of us.” you probably shouldn’t have said those last words as he turned around and threw you on the ground. He was now on top of you, his hands and face were bloody from the cuts of the broken glass.

“Chanyeol, please get off me, there are shards everywhere, you’re hurting me.”

He looked at you and bent down to your neck, biting into it and sucking to leave a hickey. You just whimpered from the painful touch.

“Now I have evidence that you’re really mine and I’m not letting you go that easily.” he said standing up. He looked around.

“Clean up this mess, I will come get you tomorrow.” he told exiting the apartment and leaving you alone on the floor.


A/N: When I started writing this I thought about making a ceo au but somehow everything turns into mafia aus for me 😂 It can still be read as a ceo au though, because it’s never mentioned where he works… 🤔 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!!  😄 P.S. Aggressive relationships is a big no no and should not be tolerated in real life!!