Everything Changes - Peter Parker

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Warnings: None

A/N: Hey so this imagine was a long time coming I guess because if you write Peter imagines then this is one that you write haha.

And can we take a fucking minute to talk about the trailer people?!?!? Like what is life?!? And Tony Fucking Stark, what the frick frack do you think you’re doing taking the suit off that smol bean!?!?! Still #teamironmanforever XD … Enjoy the imagine :)

“Peter Parker!?” Your friend screamed but still managed to keep her voice low. Regardless of the fact you were sure no one did hear her you still put a finger to your lips and told her to shush, looking desperately around to see if #anyone# had heard her.

Peter Parker?!” She repeated in the same tone. You couldn’t tell if she was acting this way in disbelief or shock - or both.

“Yes.” You replied finally. She had been pestering you for weeks for who you had a crush on because she claimed she could tell exactly when you had one. You had told her, and now this was her reaction.

“Peter Pa-” She began to say again but you shut her up.

“Don’t you think you’ve said it enough already?”

Y/F/N just looked at you. She had an evil glint in her eye.

“Don’t you dare.” You said.

“Oh trust me, I am not going to do or say anything.”

“Yeah right.”

“No seriously,” She said and winked, “Your secrets safe with me.”

She closed her locker door and set off down the hallway making you follow her.

You cursed your timing knowing that next period you would have Chemistry, with Y/F/N… and Peter. With Y/F/N sitting on your right and Peter directly in front of you. Great.

Y/F/N had paused next to the door, “Ready?”

“For what?”

She raised her eyebrows with a knowing look.

“I wish I hadn’t told you now.” You groaned and half rolled your eyes.

“It was the best thing you ever did.” She stated and then opened the door and entered the class room.

You followed her to your usual spot. Peter was already sitting there and you tried not to look at him. Y/F/N was though. She was looking at him as if she’d only seen him for the first time. As if she was looking at him in ‘a different light’.

You rolled your eyes but grinned slightly. She had better not say or do anything.

Your teacher came in and handed out the graded tests from last lesson. You were doing well in school and didn’t need to worry too much about your grades. After she had done this she stood at the front of the class.

“As I said last week everyone,” She started,“ your projects towards your final grade start this week so could you get into partners and carry out the preliminary experiment written on the board.”

You had completely forgotten about this! You had had so much homework this week you had totally forgot that this was this week.

You turned to Y/F/N getting ready to work with her. She grinned at you manically before leaning forward to the girl in front and asked if they could work together. You sat completely shocked until you realised what she was doing.

“Y/F/N?” You said. “What are you doing?”

“I’m doing nothing.” She said still smirking, “Just like I promised.”

Y/F/N?!” You hissed again but she had already moved to the other desk.

You sat there not knowing what to do. She was your only friend in this class.

“Um, Y/N?” You heard someone say and you turned to look in front of you to find Peter Parker staring questioningly at you.

“Uh yes?” You said as best as you could.

“I’m guessing you don’t have anyone to work with?”

“Yeah…” You said lamely glancing behind him at Y/F/N.

“Do you want to work together?”

This was not happening. Last time you checked you didn’t live in a teen movie.

“Yeah sure.” You carried off with a light smile. “Do you want me to move round there or you come here?”

“I’ll move.” He said returning the smile. You shifted your stuff over to the other side of the desk so he could put his stuff down.

You saw that Y/F/N was looking back at you with the same mischievous laugh she’d had before. You ignored her and focused on not making yourself look stupid in front of Peter. Doing that was probably going to be harder than this experiment.

You turned back to Peter and gave him a shy smile.

“It doesn’t look too hard.” You said regarding what was written on the board.

“No.” Peter agreed and you two started to get your equipment together and the chemicals you would need. It was a titration neutralisation reaction so it wasn’t hard, just fiddly.  

You two worked in silence for a few minutes and you couldn’t tell if the silence was awkward or not. You just didn’t really have anything to say.

“Could you pass me the acid?” Peter asked. You picked up the bottle and passed it to him.

“Thanks…” He mumbled still concentrating on making sure the acid stayed where it was supposed to.

Suddenly you remembered that this was a full blown project. As in a project that had a practical element and a research one. That was required to do in the pairs so one person couldn’t get the other person’s grade for them.

“Shit…” You said under your breath as you realised that Y/F/N had probably planned this out in the five minutes they had before class.

“Huh?” Peter said assuming you were talking to him.

“No nothing…” You said going red. Great, now he thought you talked to yourself. You gave him a small smile and he smiled back before returning to the experiment.

Why are you like this?! You thought as Peter passed the equipment to you so you could carry on the experiment.

You listed the volume values you had got to Peter and he wrote them down. You were surprised you could do it because your hands were slightly shaking from nervousness.

Soon you were completely done and you packed everything up. You didn’t know what your next move was going to be with this project because it would mean actually working with Peter.

Your teacher, after being satisfied with the state of the classroom, called the class dismissed and you got up to leave and run after Y/F/N.

“Y/N, um wait up.” You heard Peter say behind you and you stopped and turned round.

“Hey do you want to do the research element now? I mean we already have loads of work from other classes so we could just get it over and done with.” Peter asked. “That’s only if you’re free!”

“Yeah I am let’s do it.” You said.

“My place?” Peter asked timidly.

You internally screamed. “Yeah sure.”

Y/F/N who was standing nearby, much to your annoyance, and listening in gave you a thumbs up from behind Peter. You shot her a warning look and she just smirked and waved goodbye.

You couldn’t believe this was happening.


Harry Styles imagine - 

Your daughter turns up at his door –

You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him. However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she didn’t really understand he was a stranger.

After a long stressful day of work, it had been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you. Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.

You got her situated in the living room with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.

After a while your daughter got restless. She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think of where else you could be.

She began to get scared and upset, and didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.

She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly knocking.

At first Harry thought he was hearing things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got up to investigate.

Opening the door he sees your daughter, at first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there and secondly your front door in wide open.

“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do for you?”

Your daughter looks up at him with wide eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”

Harry looks at the little girl confused. “Why hunny? Where’d she go?”

You daughter starts to get a little more upset, tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere I dunno.”

Harry looked at your daughter sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.

“Well how about we go and have a look alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.

He lifted her onto his hip and walked back into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.

Harry looked around the living room. He couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.

“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your daughter in a soft voice.

You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s always just with me.”

Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s her bedroom. Did you check there?”

You daughter shook her head. “No. Id fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the hall.

It was then that Harry saw your sleeping form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out of his arms.

“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you up from your sleep.

You woke up with a shock, first from your daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.

“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked running your hand through you hair.

He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”

You laughed and squeezed your daughter into a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.

She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in the living room.

You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”

He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”

You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could finish he interrupted you.

“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute. Just like her mum.”

You smiled and blushed, a little taken for words. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up at my door, you can come to.”

You smiled. “It’s a date.”

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(not my gif)

starwished  asked:

i don't think i saw this answered in the tag so i was wondering how did our wonderful woman on fire get to having her canine-in-combat barrage?

At the beginning I wanted Barrage to be a simple service dog, but making him a battle dog for gameplay purposes is fine too xD

After she escaped the program she did her best to get as close as possible to a normal life, which was impossible. She’s a wanted person and considered dangerous, and since she’s on the run, she got a lot of problems to deal with, starting with herself.
She heard that dogs could improve people’s lives, as fun as it sounded she wanted to believe it… and she went to steal a pup.

One of the best thing she ever did in her life, the dog keeps her grounded and in control, a real barrage against all odds, holding her together.

anonymous asked:

when Allison first got disowned by her parents she didn't know how to do any kind of cooking,,, she literally had to look up how to cook an egg. anyway, she used cooking to help cope and now she's really good and holds team dinners once a week

her humble beginning was spicing up ramen with dan and now she a Certified Gourmet dinners and dan always jokes that the best thing she ever did for herself was teach allison how to put vegetables in ramen

“She didnt even had to introduce herself when she got there - they both knew her already.

Mulder remembered the tall Hufflepuff girl that other people would also tease because she had strange ideas, and whom he would run to discuss the latest weird creature he would find out when Scully was too busy studying or being grumpy about his passionate speech about monsters and weird stuff.

Scully had memories of her for that too, but she remembered Monica Reyes  for totally different reasons - the kind hazel eyes and the friendly, but extremely bold ways were some of them, but more specifically she remembered the time they kissed, hidden under some staircase during the 5th year’s dance.

By the way she smiled at her when they shaked hands, she remembered Scully for that, too”

OPS my hand slipped once more and I painted Reyes and Scully is officially bi in the HP/Department of Mysteries!AU bye

Had to paint Reyes because REYEEEEEEES <3 

i can’t forget you, i try all the time

chapter one of the peter pan au. happy belated birthday @jiilys, you are the great love of my life.

He flies in through her bedroom window, spurned by a hunger for her words. She arranges them prettily every night and he waits to hear them, dirty toes scuffing along the edge of the white-painted sill, holding his breath, the tiny ball of dark light hovering at his elbow.

Toys are strewn along the rich carpet, wooden blocks and trucks and dolls in lacy dresses. He crawls on filthy hands and knees covered in scabs, searching for the girl with her words, so he can steal them, take them home to other hungry, open mouths.

The last time he was here he stood, silhouetted against the moon, his shadow waving and winking along the floor, but before he could get close, a phantom wind snapped the latch shut, like cutting off a limb. He flew backwards into the waiting arms of the oak tree in the front yard, his shadow trapped inside, dancing with the darkness, and he could not go back in and get it, retreating into the sky with the little, dark star at his side.

Now that obsidian prince upturns jars and combs and trinkets on the vanity, wings beating heartily, a silver-tipped dragonfly. The boy presides over one of the two beds, looking for the mark. He knows her by her hair, red and true as blood pricked from his thumb. She is splayed out on a white pillow, rivulets of that hair running away from her. He can see her chest rising and falling. She is asleep.

That is when the fairy knocks over a box of beads and it tips onto the floor, and the girl bolts upright in bed, milky eyes blinking away sleep to reveal piercing green, like fresh grass in the spring. The boy shoots into the topmost corner of the room, limbs spread-eagled like a mad thing, gazing at her in wonder. She is looking around, eyes wide now, hair astray. He has never seen a creature quite like her.

‘Is someone there?’ she whispers into the darkness. He wants to tell her he is there, he wants her to see him. Instead she pulls back the covers and pads over quietly to the bed next to hers, gently shaking the lump under the covers. ‘Tuney, Tuney, wake up, I think I heard something.’

The other bed makes ungainly sound, groaning, the lump twisting over to the other side. He wonders what is in that bed. A gremlin, perhaps. A pirate.

The girl turns around, despairing, green eyes searching the shadows. And that’s when she sees him. She doesn’t scream, but her hands fly to her mouth, and her eyes grow big and round.

He’s caught, and his flighty, crooked grin takes over his mouth. He floats down slowly from the ceiling. ‘Alright?’ he asks her.

She is screaming without screaming. Her hands leave her lips, but her mouth is wide open, in wonderment, in horror.

‘What—‘ she whispers, then seems to remember herself, squaring her shoulders, like she is not afraid of him, of a boy who has snuck into her bedroom in the bare hours of the night. When she speaks again, her voice is hushed, but it does not waver. It is direct and even. ‘Who are you, and want do you want?’ she asks.

He shrugs, aimless, trying for nonchalance, swinging in a circle. But that is when he spots it. His own lithe form silhouetted against the opposite wall.

He goes berserk. He lunges for it, and the tiny obsidian ball of light tries to drag an empty jar over to him while the boy jumps and claws, the shadow evading his capture.

The girl is unimpressed. ‘What are you doing?’ she asks evenly.

‘Trying—‘ he struggles between jumps, ‘to catch—‘ another jump, ‘my shadow!’

There’s a beat, and then he hears her say, ‘Well, why didn’t you just say so? We have strange boys in here every other day trying to recapture their shadows.’ She delivers this in a deadpan snark, and he can hear her moving in the background.

‘You’re hilarious,’ he tells her, trying to hold his own hand.

‘I know,’ says the girl, then reappears at his side, holding a hairclip, some ribbon, and a bottle of craft glue.

‘What are those for?’ he asks her, scrunching his nose.

‘Isn’t it obvious?’ she replies, her tongue poking the side of her mouth as she concentrates, unclamping the hairclip as his shadow darts across the wall.

‘Not really, no.’

‘Well, then you must be impeccably stupid.’

‘Thanks for that,’ he says, but then, as his shadow makes a break for the window, she fastens the clip on its left hand, tugging back across the floor.

‘There,’ she says, turning to look at the boy, holding onto the shadow like a mother holds onto an unruly toddler in the street.

‘Thanks,’ he says, reaching out to take it from her, but she just raises an eyebrow, diverts her hold out of his grip.

‘Don’t be an idiot,’ she tells him, gesturing with her free hand to her bed. ‘Go sit down.’

He does, and she ties the shadow to him temporarily with her ribbon, then uses the craft glue to stick it down on each of his limbs, telling him to stay there while it dries.

After a while she cocks her head in silent appraisal, then moves to grab his hand to see if it’s worked, but he can see the fairy hovering at her left ear, and as she reaches for him, it tugs at a lock of her red hair, pulling her backwards.

‘Ouch!’ she shrieks, and the form in the other bed stirs somewhat, and the girl holds her tongue before the proverbial thunderclouds reassemble in front of her eyes, and she whirls in a circle, trying to spot her assailant.

‘What was that?’ she asks, rounding on the boy.

He grins knowingly at her, and it makes her scowl, so he shrugs, the fairy flying to his side. ‘This is Sirius,’ he tells her, gesturing.

The girl raises an eyebrow. ‘Like the star?’

The boy nods, proud. ‘The brightest star in the night sky.’

After a moment’s consideration, the girl glances back at the fairy. ‘Someone’s jealous,’ she says, and Sirius sticks his tongue out at her.

She makes a face back at him, then turns back to the boy, and says, ‘He’s not very bright, for a star.’

The boy narrows his eyes at her. ‘I said he was bright, I didn’t say what colour.’

And he was right. The fairy was imminently the most compelling and brightest spot in the room, and yet he glowed as dark as night, like the sky dipped in silver.

‘Anyway,’ said the boy, standing up, the fairy at his shoulder, ‘I best be off.’

‘Wait!’ she says, moving to block his path, ‘you haven’t told me why you came here in the first place.’

‘And I’m not going to,’ he tells her, touching lightly off the ground, hovering.

Her eyes narrow at him. ‘I could call the police,’ she tells him, her voice crackling with brevity.

He has no idea who the police are, but he doesn’t like the sound of them. He touches down on the carpet again.

The girl steps closer to him, pointing at his feet. ‘You’re going to tell me how you did that.’


‘How did you do that?’

He starts, like he hadn’t really thought about it. ‘Oh, well, you just sort of…’ and in explanation, his feet leave the ground, floating silently towards the ceiling.

‘Do you want me to call the police?’ she says calmly.

‘Alright, alright, I’ll teach you!’ he says, floating back down, holding his hands up, forehead scrunching as he tries to conjure up a way to explain.

‘Well?’ she asks, waiting, her hands placed on her hips.

‘I’m thinking!’

‘Then think harder.’

‘Shut up!’ he yells at her. His teeth dig into his lower lip, trying to arrive at an explanation. ‘OK, it’s like this,’ he tells her. ‘You have to believe that you can. You feel it in your chest, in your stomach, but you have to believe you can. There is something else to it, but I think that it’s mostly just…you.’

‘What do you mean?’ she says, quizzical. ‘Like this?’ He can see her tense, every muscle in her lean frame going rigid, like a bowstring pulled taught.

‘Yeah,’ he says, appraising. ‘Now for part two.’

The fairy, upon realising what he is about to do, bolts, but the boy makes a swift grab, capturing the effervescent darkness in his palm.

‘You OK?’ he whispers to the bundle in his hands. The fairy glares at him, jutting out his bottom lip, but nods slowly.

‘OK,’ he says, then tips him upside down over the girl’s head, shaking the fairy’s form until something like shards of night sky settle over her, like a fleet of stars, settling in her hair. She reaches out her hands, glancing in wonder, her lips parted in awe. He pauses to look at her, before releasing the fairy, who spins, dizzily. ‘That should do it,’ he tells her.

She concentrates, taking in a breath, tensing her muscles. And that is when her feet leave the floor, fluttering above the carpet, and she makes some small noises of delight, breathless and enthused, reaching out her arms, as graceful and lovely as though she was borne of the skies, of the stars that live there.

‘This is stupendous!’ she says, spinning in mid-air.

The boy smiles at her frivolity, rising to meet her. ’It’s neat, isn’t it?’

‘It’s the best thing I’ve ever done!’ she squeals.

He rolls his eyes. ‘And I did nothing at all to help?’

‘You did a little,’ she says, winking at him, and his stomach plummets, as though he is falling, but he is still hovering above the ground.

‘I have to go,’ he says, suddenly, spooked, but the red-headed girl in front of him grabs at his wrist, and he is lost.

‘Don’t go,’ she says, then seems to become aware of herself, floating back to the ground as she says, ‘where are you going, anyway?’

‘Home,’ he tells her.

‘Where is home?’

He leads her over to the window, pointing out through the glass to the stars that border the horizon. ‘Second star to the right, and straight on until morning.’

She glances at him. ‘You’re berserk.’

‘Not berserk, just wild.’


They stand beside one another for a moment, bathed in the light of the moon, watching the stars.

She looks back at him, tilting her head to the side, appraising him once more. ‘Why did you come here?’ she asks him.

He smiles, the words rising as easily as breathing, because they are the truth.

‘To hear you speak,’ he tells her, and offers her his hand.

She looks at him for a moment, thinking.

And then she takes it.

kittybooboo0147  asked:

Caviera looks amazing and holy crap you answered! So she speaks more than one language?(Portuguese being her native?? I am assuming this,tell me if I'm hella wrong) So she was in BlackWatch and after the Swedish incident went freelance? How'd she end up with Talon? Why does she need Barrage? You said he was a service dog. Is he battle trained? I'm sorry if I'm asking a shit ton of questions TvT

Where to start? :D

She indeed speaks more than one language, but Portuguese (PT and BR) isn’t her mother tongue. Her Brazilian background is all made up in order to hide her true identity from the UN.
After the Overwatch HQ explosion, she tried her best to track down Talon and operates mostly in her country of origin, but without Barrage (gotta put some drama somewhere), her life became hellish, literally.

Barrage is not trained for battle but he can still be a dangerous dog if anything happens to Caveira, he’s got her back and she got his. He’s a real goofball though, he loves to sneak in kitchens to steal food. Caveira adopted him when she knew that a dog could improve her life, best thing she ever did.

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on the Robin series so far?

I’ve been holding onto this cause I’ve had a post in my drafts on my thoughts on Robin once I finished. Once I got this ask, I decided I’d post them here. So here’s a bunch of random thoughts on Robin in no particular order. I’ll put it below the cut cause it’s kinda long also, you know, spoilers.

**Spoilers for the Robin series**

Keep reading

not-for-granted  asked:

"I didn't think I'd see you in a dress," Percy admitted, blinking in surprise as Thalia smoothed the front of her bridesmaid gown.

“I think I should check in with Nico and see if Hades has frozen over yet.”

Hilarious,” she replied dryly, scowling at him. Thalia hoped the foul look on her face would distract him from the way she wobbled along in her heels. Being a Hunter of Artemis didn’t give one a lot of time to practice walking in ridiculous footwear. “Don’t make me punch you before the wedding even starts, Jackson. You have no idea how tempting it is to give you a black eye to match that penguin suit of yours.”

Percy grinned in spite of her threat, and offered her his arm. Thalia tried not to look too desperately grateful as she took it; she’d been worried she’d trip going down the aisle in these damn shoes and make a fool of herself during her brother’s big day.

“Will you punch me if I say you look nice?”

Thalia glanced down at her gown once more. Truly, it wasn’t a bad dress; short, black, and cut in a rockabilly style, it was actually something she could see herself wearing more than once… if she didn’t spend the majority of her time in the muck, hunting monsters, that was.  Piper had even let her accessorize it with a silver studded belt around her waist and her nose ring. Annabeth, the killjoy, had drawn the line at her spiked choker and skull earrings, saying, “It’s Jason’s wedding, Thalia, not Dracula’s, for god’s sake,” in that endearingly condescending way of hers.

Unfortunately, dresses were far too drafty for the kind of work she did on a regular basis and, in the end, they weren’t really her thing, even if she did look like the best punk pin-up ever. But this one would do for a few hours, just so she could stand by her brother’s side and hand him off into the arms of his soon-to-be wife. 

“You don’t need to say it,” she said, throwing her head back and smirking at her cousin smugly “I know I look nice.”

The Lovestory Letters

So, @kirkaut had a prompt about Bitty as a trashy gay historical romance author, and Jack as a concerned reader who writes to him about the historical inaccuracies. I wrote a short thing, and then this happened, and now I may or may not write a real story, but here’s some Zimbits flirting in an email exchange like big ol’ nerds.

I will likely change the title, because it’s lame (i’m open to suggestions!)


Dear E. R. Bittle,

I am writing to you about some inaccuracies in your historical romance series. I have attached an itemized list, and would like to ask that you please consult an historian before your next publication.

The, uh, rest of the story was very… intriguing, and well written. I look forward to the next in the series, but again, please mind your era when describing manner of dress, and your slang is wildly inappropriate to the setting.

And while we’re on the subject, the American Civil War wasn’t actually fought entirely in Georgia, though many battlefields exist there, for greater depth, you should really consider addressing the myriad other battles.

I apologize for the diatribe, Bittle. I am a history buff, and inaccuracies in historical narratives tend to get me rambling. Your romantic story is quite lovely.

I also greatly enjoyed your hockey themed series, it was very accurate.


Jack L. Zimmermann

Dear Mr. Zimmermann,

I do appreciate your letter, you seem very…passionate. I do enjoy when others are impassioned about a topic. And I must admit, I am just tickled that you’re intrigued by my stories.

The Georgian bias I’m afraid is self serving, as I am a Georgia boy, born and raised. As for the hockey, I played in college, so the accuracy of that particular series is from hard fought experience on a (fairly successful) college team.

I apologize if my books contain a bit of creative retellings of certain historical elements, and that those liberties caused you distress. I will be more careful in future works, perhaps you can lend me your expertise sometime?

Maybe we can discuss hockey, too. I believe you still play for the Falcs? I’ll be doing a book signing there next month.


Eric R. Bittle

Dear Mr. Bittle,

I must admit I am surprised that you know who I am. And that you were a college hockey player. That is more about the fact that there aren’t that many, by the way, and not that you write romance novels.I apologize if that comes across as judgemental.

I am again, intrigued at the possibility of meeting you to assist you with your manuscript, of course. Are you often in Rhode Island? How do you find the weather here, being a Georgia native, I imagine that it is a difficult adjustment for you.

I looked up your book tour, and it looks like we’re playing on home ice that week. If you’d like, while you’re in town I will be happy to talk over coffee. About history. Would you want tickets to a game while you’re in town?

Best wishes,

Jack Zimmermann

Dear Jack Zimmermann,

I get that sort of reaction a lot when people learn of my athletic past (I still play in a pickup league with some of my former teammates, it’s mostly an excuse to goof around with my friends, but it keeps us in decent shape).

I am a Georgia boy at heart, and I’m currently visiting my parents there (I may have told my dad that I know you-he’s a big sports fan- but not how I know you. Hope that’s alright!) but I actually live in Boston now. I went to school in Massachusetts, at your mother’s alma matter, actually! It took a few years, but I’m mostly adjusted to the chillier weather now. Though I have a friend from school who is from Canada, and he still teases me about my layering.

I would love to meet up and talk about history, and it’s been a while since I got to see a real game in person, so if you’ve got a ticket (or two, maybe? My friend Shitty’d love to come along, if you don’t mind) I would absolutely not turn down the kindness!

There’s this little bakery cafe that I almost bought out a couple years ago, they make an almost perfect pie and a really great cup of coffee, if you don’t have a place in mind, we could go there?

I can’t believe I’m gonna have a real life conversation with Jack Zimmermann! I promise I’m not a crazy fanboy, but oh my goodness, I just can’t believe that you know who I am at all!

Looking forward to talking hockey and history with you.

Yours truly,

Eric Bittle


It’s great that you and your friends still play. Maybe I can join you for a skate sometime, eh?

I’m sure your father is a good man, I suppose I can stand to be a topic of dinner conversation with your parents, Bittle. I can’t believe you went to Samwell. What a small world, Maman will be very excited that I’m speaking to a Samwell alum; she still says that going there was one of the best things she ever did. Your Canadian friend is probably right, if you can’t face a Massachusetts winter in a sweater and anorak, you’d never make it in Canada!

I’ll have half a dozen tickets waiting for you at the window, bring some of your team along. It will be nice to have a few extra friendly faces in the crowd, we’re playing the Aces, and that’s always a tough team for me and the Falcs.

You were a baker before you were a writer? How does one go from baking to romance novels? I bet that is an interesting story.

Don’t worry, I can hardly believe I’m going to talk to the Eric Bittle. I’ll try not to, what’d you call it? Fan-boy too much over you.

Looking forward to seeing you, too.

All the best,


who’s going to tell trucy her dad is a dick, 180 words

A small red top hat rests on her lap, her nails digging into the silk. It’s far too small for her head now, but it speaks of times gone by.

“Daddy… my first Daddy… he wasn’t a good person, was he?” Trucy asks.

Miles looks up through gray bangs and sets his paper down. She can’t ask her father—he would just lie. But Miles… she can ask Miles.

“He did a lot of terrible things,” Miles answers truthfully.

She already knew that. He lied, cheated, and ruined people’s lives. He left her.

“Did he ever love me?”

Miles’s jaw tightens. How can a father leave their child when some are never given that time in the first place?

Trucy sees his shoulders tense, his hands clench. “I don’t know.”

She shouldn’t have expected him to know the answer. His palm cups her chin, and he wipes away tears she didn’t know were there.

His voice is soft when he speaks. “But your father and I do. Very much.”

She thinks that leaving was the best thing her first father ever did for her.

Legacy Part Thirty Three

Summary: You head to Pennsylvania in the hopes that things will go better than before.

[Part One] [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] [Part Six]
[Part Seven] [Part Eight] [Part Nine] [Part Ten] [Part Eleven] [Part Twelve]
[Part Thirteen] [Part Fourteen] [Part Fifteen] [Part Sixteen] [Part Seventeen]
[Part Eighteen] [Part Nineteen] [Part Twenty] [Part Twenty One]
[Part Twenty Two] [Part Twenty Three] [Part Twenty Four]

[Part Twenty Five] [Part Twenty Six] [Part Twenty Seven]
[Part Twenty Eight] [Party Twenty Nine] [Part Thirty] [Part Thirty One]
[Part Thirty Two]

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Milkshake [REQUEST]

Today has been a very Chanyeol day because I finished this and my Chanyeol jumper arrived in the post too :D I LOVE PARK CHANYEOL :D

Jade xo

As soon as Chanyeol answered, he was barking down the phone at you. “Why has your phone been switched off all day? And why did you skip school?” he immediately started, his voice loud and concerned through the phone.

Sniffling back your tears, you bit on your bottom lip and tried to swallow past the lump in your throat. “Chanyeol, I’m at the park near our old school. Can you come and get me?” you asked pleadingly. You hated to pull him out of work but you didn’t know who else you could turn to.

It’s not like your best friend was around to help.

“Baby are you ok? You sound upset,” your boyfriend asked, his worry tainting his voice.

You blinked hard and kicked the sand underneath your feet as you pushed off the swing. “I just really need to see you,” you murmured, hating yourself for sounding so clingy. “Can you come?”

There was shuffling in the background, followed by the slam of something loud like a door. “It’s ok baby. I’m on my way there now,” he told you calmly, his words instantly making you relax. “Do you need anything?” he asked.

You felt so guilty, pulling your knees up as you swung uselessly back and forth. “Just you,” you murmured quietly, resting your head on your knees.

“I’m coming baby,” he told you softly, his early anger completely disappearing from his voice.

And then he was gone, leaving you by yourself feeling completely alone in the world. A gust of wind blew past you, whipping your hair wildly around your face and making you shiver against the cold. You blamed the wind but you knew it wasn’t the reason you started to cry.

“Why did you have to leave?” you sobbed quietly, burying your head in your hands and hoping Chanyeol would hurry.


Strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist and a warm face buried itself between your neck and shoulder. You instantly jumped in surprise, almost falling off the swing if it wasn’t for the person’s hold on your waist. But quickly you recognised the aftershave and relaxed back into Chanyeol’s grip, finally feeling safe and secure.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” he murmured, kissing the bit of skin behind your ear. His hot breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine and yet made you instantly feel warm. “Why are you here by yourself?” He lifted you up and replaced you on the swing, placing you on his lap.

You turned in his arms and tucked yourself under his chin, weaving your arms into his coat and around his broad back. “There was a guy handing out flyers in a panda outfit this morning on my way to school. The first thing I did was get my phone out and take a picture but I realised I didn’t have anyone to send it to now that she’s gone,” you murmured, feeling the tears build back up. “I miss her so much. It’s like a physical ache in my heart that I can’t get rid of.”

“Baby,” your boyfriend hushed softly, combing his fingers through your hair.  “Why haven’t you said anything to me? You’ve been bottling this all up and telling everyone you’re ok when you should be talking about it, even if it’s not me you talk to.” He continued to move his long fingers through your hair, the motion soothing you more than he could understand.

You pulled back slightly and looked up at his perfect features. “I didn’t want to worry you when you have so much work on,” you told him in a small voice, pressing your lips against his for a brief second. The you rested your head on his shoulder wearily. “Everything got on top of me, all the schoolwork and stuff. I didn’t know how to handle it all so I took a break. I should have talked to you before so I didn’t worry you.”

The hand in your hair moved to cradle your face as Chanyeol forced you to face him, his brown eyes burning yours with love. “I will always be there for, no matter what is going on my life. I will always find a way baby.” He brushed his thumb across your cheek and wiped the fallen tears. “Just talk to me please,” he pleaded with wide brown eyes.

Your heart melted. How could it not when he was begging you? Without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his, trying to pour every happy emotion he made you feel into the kiss, trying to say everything you wanted to say but didn’t have the words to express it. Chanyeol always loved it when you told him you loved him this way. His hands instantly moved up into your hair, reacting to your lips’ touch and deepening the kiss.

In the end you had to pull away just to catch your breath.

“I love you too,” Chanyeol murmured softly, kissing the corner of your lips with a greedy smirk.

You ran your hand down the side of his face before brushing the hair off his face so you could admire him better. “How did I get so lucky?” you asked quietly, fixing his cap so all his hair was scooped underneath.

He laughed loudly, your favourite sound in the world. “You must have been a good little ant in a previous life,” he teased, wrapping his arms back around you and squeezing you tight. “It’ll get easier baby, but only if you talk about it. Ok?”

“I swear,” you promised, holding your little finger out.

He linked it with yours and grinned like a Cheshire cat. “How about we go to that little café around the corner and you can tell me all about your day?”

“For milkshakes?” you exclaimed brightly, remembering how you used to go with all your friends after school for the best banana milkshake in the entire country. When Chanyeol nodded, you squealed in excitement, your mouth already watering at the thought. “I must have been a really good ant.”

Laughing at your sudden enthusiasm, Chanyeol let you drag him to his feet and out of the park. “Do ants even like milkshakes?” he asked with a laugh, taking his coat off and draping it over your shoulders.

You secured your hand in his and squeezed tightly. It was your best friend that introduced you to Chanyeol and it was the best thing she ever did. You would forever be thankful to her. Without her, you wouldn’t have been able to string two words together.

Reaching up, you kissed his cheek and leaned your head on his shoulder. “This ant does,” you giggled, smiling into Chanyeol’s coat collar as he led you from the park with a smile on your face.


A coming out story...

So, I write this message for all your followers (myself included) and it would be hella awesome if you could post it.

This is my coming out story to encourage all of you guys who struggle with the thought of coming out.

I’m recently out to two people. I know, I know. Just two people.

They’re both friends of me. The first person I came out to was easy to handle because I just wrote her and she was like “cool, I kinda guessed, though. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy.”

This person is a friend who know a lot about me. More than anyone else so it was very easy to come out.

But let’s focus on my second coming out. This was to my best friend. It was her Birthday and we met. Later, as her family was away and we had some time alone we moved to her room and talked about stuff nobody cares about. I really wanted to tell her but I was so nervous I almost shit my pants. And than the girl I like wrote me and my best friend was like “hey who do you write with? Your lover?”

I answered: “Haha sure” while trembled like shit because I knew it was going to happen. We talked a bit and than she asked: “wait, do you really have a lover, like you have a boyfriend?”

I said no. And than it happened. She asked if there is a person I like and I opened and closed my mouth several times without giving any noise before I asked her if we could talk.

I stuttered like two minutes before I actually was able to say her “that I’m not only into guys”

I couldn’t even look at her.

Thanks God she immediately got what I was telling her and she just hugged me and said: “no worries. It’s totally fine and I kinda guessed because of the way you smile when you write with this girl”

She asked me a lot of questions and I answered her as good as it was possible and we literally talked the whole evening about it.

I was so calmed after I was out to her and in the end she still loved me as much as before.

I just want to say: your friends know you very well, maybe better than you think.

If you struggle with yourself if you want to come out think about it very well. But if you do, just do it and don’t overthink the situation. I thought I was going through hell while coming out but it was one of the best things I ever did. My best friend even joked about how she will show me girls and boys to ask if they are cute.

I have like no self-coinfidence and that’s why I was nervous as fuck but I’m so happy I did it and to all of you who think about it: it makes me feel hella free and lightened.

Have a nice day or night or whatever! Stay cool guys! :)