Well, this is not a theory. I got up to these pics and they hit me like a truck. I’m not a morning person, but this even overpowered what an alarm could do.
I admit I wasn’t on the best state to see these pics because I just got my heart broken. So seeing the 1st pic posted on wildflyme’s instagram was breaking my heart even more because I’m a camren shipper af.
These pics are so sensual, yes. They both look really happy. With the fragile state of me right now, even the 1st pic had me so down and sad because my ship has lost in the middle of nowhere LOL. It felt as if my heart was ripped to two.
But again, this is media. One thing that is consistent about me wherever I am on social media (Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr) is that I don’t trust media anymore. MTV is one of them. I don’t even believe in Billboard, then how can I even trust MTV? This is the link
After all, we all know, these are from a photoshoot in November 2016.
There are many possibilities out there, but I’m just gonna narrow them down to 2 possibilities here. If I list all the possibilities one by one, it might end up like a novel. It’s better to just focus on two.
1. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article and Camren was NOT real or even if Camren might be dating at some point
2. Laucy did date just like what was mentioned in the article, but Camren IS real as well
You know, when you read these 2 possibilities, you will feel like, “No, I think..” or “Wait.. but..” Save it. Let’s just focus on these 2, because I know it’s a never ending debate if we talk about all possibilities.
But now, let’s see the big picture and let’s stop with “No, Camren is real” and “No, Laucy is real” debate. Let’s look at another point of view here. What if both ships are real?
For me, the 2nd possibility is what I believe. You know I don’t trust media anymore just like what I said earlier. But, what was mentioned in MTV is STILL one of the many possibilities, right? We can’t just exclude it just because we are denying that Laucy is real.
Laucy might be real at some point (or not). They mentioned they dated on and off for a few years. They have known each other since high school. The context of “a few years” might be around 2 - 3 years. That’s my definition. 4 years for a relationship for me is a long time. I can’t define it as only “a few” years. But, what if this happened before Camila and Lauren met each other? Or what if this happened before Camila and Lauren realized they fell in love with each other? For God’s sake, this might happened during the X Factor as well, and Laucy & Camren might be a complicated love triangle (okay, I’m delusional but this is one of the million possibilities out there, right?)
It was mentioned in MTV article that they did this photoshoot as part of their coming out. It was mentioned “They did really like each other” but there was no timeline mentioned about when they had the relationship. It was only mentioned “They dated for a few years”.
Those photoshoot pics might break my heart, but I’m not losing my Camren heart. No.. Why? Because of these.
I’m sorry but they look really happy here as well? Or are you still gonna call me delusional?
Well, these gifs seem too friendly though. But these iconic moments will always be in our minds.
Your other expressions can lie, but your eyes will never lie. These gifs are heart-warming to be honest.
Then, these indirects.
Lol, I’m sorry for being extra on this. But have you realized that the article confirmed yet killing Laucy at the same time?
I’m NOT losing hope on what I call as true love. I might be so lowkey about it on my instagram and twitter accounts cause I use those platform for another purpose. I never posts about Camren there. But here, in Tumblr, I’m quite vocal about it. I might not be as intense as the other Camren accounts, and I might be lowkey about it, but since the very beginning my fan account was made, I AM a Camren shipper.
You have your right to believe what you wanna believe, but I believe in true love and that revolves around Camren, because the way Lauren looks at Camila is love.
P.S. Guys, I don’t know why but on my phone the pictures shown are only a few. Even the indirect pics are only one which is shown. Is it like that in your phone as well? Because I posted this using my laptop. If you see it from the laptop or computer, you’ll see all the trolls lol
I actually work in a coffee shop and I came up with some prompts based on my experiences at work (or what I would wish would happen to me at work) //jazz hands//
I make killer latte art, except on your drink because you’re kind of gorgeous and you’re watching me make it and oh god my hand always shakes and makes it look awful. I am good at this usually I swear!
I just dropped a tray of coffee cups on the floor and you were the only customer in the queue to help me pick them up, but then you cut yourself helping me and hey thank you so much I feel so bad I’m taking you into the back to bandage that up no questions asked! (Bonus: I forgot I faint at the sight of blood)
I’m trying to close down the coffee shop so I can go home, and you just keep sitting there totally not getting all my really unsubtle hints to l e a v e p l e a s e. (Turns out you totally get the hint, you’re just trying to see how long you can stay before I kick you out why would you do this asdklfhdjask)
You asked if we did Rice Milk Lattes once and I went out to get some to make you one. Now you have one every day but we don’t actually even stock Rice Milk, I buy it myself with my own money. I have so much regret
It’s a really really slow day and you’re my only customer. You’re trying to do work on your laptop but I am really. bored. so I keep on chatting to you about junk and using my best pick up lines on you and you’re trying really hard not to be amused (but I can see you smiling!)
The coffee shop is actually closed but I can see you struggling with a map out there in the rain. Come into the warm, here have a hot drink, I can’t believe your phone is out of battery and you’re alone in this town you’ve never been to. There’s a spare uniform in the back, change out of those wet clothes (I’m trying hard not to think of you getting changed back there and hoping you didn’t hear my voice crack when I said yes when you asked if it’s ok if I towel dry your hair).
Our baker is off sick and I decided I’d fill in for them because how hard can it be? but I’ve burned nearly everything I’ve got out of the oven and you can’t stand it so you’ve grabbed a spare apron hanging behind the counter, rolled up your sleeves and started making cakes for me. I have got to repay you some way. How about if I buy you dinner?
Here is one of my latest drawings! Although I am not at Pax, I’m still rootin for ya in the comfort of my laptop and pjs! Thanks @therealjacksepticeye for all that you do! Hope you’re having fun in the US!
Notability is like my digital notebook. I take down notes with it and I can also put marks and highlights on them. Highlighting on pdf is also made possible on Notability in which iBooks doesn’t do. When I review lessons, I can put highlights and marks in different colors in which I find more effective in retaining the information. I can also make illustrations.
Spotify is my favorite music streaming app. Premium subscription is very affordable and what I like about this is that there are various playlist available so I can just choose whatever I feel like listening to. I sometimes just find playlist that is best suited for my mood while studying or I listen to my own playlist. (I will have another detailed post about how I use Spotify for school.)
I know that when things got really serious (when I am cramming) or whenever I am not in the mood to listen to music, I use Coffitivity instead. Coffitivity is an app that generates “enough noise” for me to get things done. I can choose from morning murmur, lunchtime lounge and university undertones noises. I just choose whatever fits my mood. I usually use this when I am studying around 2AM because this hour is so quiet and I find it too noisy if I listen to music so I just use Coffitivity instead. There are also times that I feel like listening to music with some noises, so I can actually play a music while Coffitivity app is on.
I use quizlet if I find writing down my practice questions on a paper very time consuming. I believe typing is way faster than writing. My technique with Quizlet is that I type my practice questions using my laptop and sync them on my iPhone or iPad. With Quizlet, I can have my practice questions in flashcard type, game type or simply with the term on the left and its description on the right. I find this very useful because my practice questions are more handy.
This app is best for time management and it helps you not to waste time. I use this if I study by block which means that I study for 25 minutes and having a 5-minute break afterwards. After my 5-minute break, I study again for 25 minutes but this time my break lasts for 10 minutes. Another way is that I study for 25 minutes following a 5-minute break doing this twice and my third 25-minute study time now has 15-minute break.
So these are my essential apps for school in which I believe that they sure help me a lot in school. I hope you guys would find these apps very useful, too! Let me know if there are apps I might also need.
Anon requests:can I request a
Jughead Jones imagine where the reader moved from Riverdale a few years ago and
comes back while the Jason Blossom death mystery (she knows what happened and
all even Ms. Grundy) she and Jughead had a past together (like Jughead and
Archie liked her and they were bffs but she liked Jug more) and they still love
each other and Jughead sees her at school and it hits him that she’s back but
he’s dating Betty and Archie still likes her and it pisses off Jug. The
ending’s up to you :)
Could you do a Jughead x
reader based on Perfect by Ed Sheeran??
x Betty, Archie x Reader, Jughead x Reader
old childhood crush returns, and of course, drama ensues.
Word count: 2,208
A/N: wow okay so I
totally strayed from the prompts but I’m hoping you like it anyway?? Anyhow,
I found a love for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
never knew you were the someone waiting for me
Jughead stood in the school hallway by Betty’s locker, talking and
laughing with her. His eyes almost
missed a figure walking past him, but at the last second his gaze flickered to
a girl striding down the hallway. He did
a double take as he realized who it was.
“(Y/N)?” he muttered under his breath, interrupting his
conversation with Betty.
“What?” Betty asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl who
just passed by. “(Y/N)? Didn’t she used to live around here or
“Yeah,” he answered, breathless.
“Yeah, but then she moved.”
“Well, I guess she’s back,” Betty replied, then steered the
conversation back to their previous topic.
Jughead nodded and responded to everything Betty said, but he couldn’t
help but let his mind wander to the girl who returned to Riverdale.
Jughead was not the only member of (Y/N)’s childhood to be shaken
by her return; Archie spotted her roaming the hallways later that day. His heartbeat started to quicken as the
feelings for his childhood crush rushed back to him.
“(Y/N)!” he yelled, following her down the hallway. She turned around at the call of her name,
and when she noticed Archie, she broke out into a grin.
“Archie!” she exclaimed, walking towards him. “How are you?”
“I’m good,” he answered, and they soon fell in step as they began
to walk in the same direction. “How are
“I’m great,” she beamed.
“So you’re back,” he noted, a smile never leaving his face. (Y/N) smiled and nodded.
“I am,” she replied. “Just
moved back a few days ago, actually.”
The conversation lulled for a moment, neither (Y/N) or Archie knowing
what to say. “So how’s Jughead?” she
asked, breaking the silence.
“Really?” she questioned, painting a smile on her face. “Who?”
“Do you remember Betty Cooper?” Archie asked, and (Y/N) nodded. “He’s dating her.”
“Oh wow,” (Y/N) fake laughed.
“Honestly, I always thought she had a thing for you.”
“She did,” Archie shrugged, “but I didn’t feel the same. She moved on to Jughead, I guess.” The pair fell into a moment of silence again
before the ringing of the school bell broke it.
“Well, I have to get to biology,” (Y/N) said, moving away from
Archie. Before she got too far, Archie
called out after her.
“Hey, do you wanna catch up sometime? Like maybe meet at Pop’s tonight?”
“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled. “Yeah,
I’d like that.”
That night, when (Y/N) entered Pop’s, the first face she saw was
not Archie. Rather, it was Jughead, who
she had not yet seen since she moved back.
Scanning the diner to make sure Archie wasn’t waiting for her, (Y/N)
walked towards Jughead’s booth.
“Jughead, hey,” she greeted as she approached his table. He glanced up from his laptop to see (Y/N)
standing over him.
“(Y/N),” he said with wide eyes.
He slowly closed his laptop lid, then gestured for her to sit. “You’re back.”
“Yes,” she nodded, “I am.” Before
Jughead could say anything else, the bell on the door jingled, signaling a new
customer had entered. It was
Archie. “Well,” (Y/N) said, standing up,
“that’s my cue to leave. See you around,
Jug.” Jughead tensed at the use of his old
nickname, and he watched as (Y/N) walked over to Archie and sat across from him
in a booth. He felt his blood boil every
time she laughed at something he said.
Constantly, he reminded himself there was nothing to be jealous of, he
had a girlfriend. Somehow, that only
made his longing for (Y/N) worse.
we were just kids when we fell in love
knowing what it was
Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N) were in third grade. It was a hot summer day, filled with sticky
popsicle hands, grass tickling the bottom of bare feet, and a bright sun
radiating an immense amount of heat. The
children were running around in (Y/N)’s backyard with not a care in the
world. Suddenly, (Y/N) tripped and
scraped her knee. She cried out in pain,
causing the boys to turn around in shock.
“(Y/N)!” Jughead exclaimed, both him and Archie running over to
“Are you okay?” Archie asked, examining her knee.
“I’m fine,” she pushed both boys away. “It’s just a scrape.” This didn’t relieve the concerned looks from
either of the boys’ faces, and (Y/N), looking directly at Jughead, repeated
that she was fine. Jughead reached out a
hand and helped her up.
None of the children knew it at the time, but one day Jughead and (Y/N)
would reflect on this day and realize that at this moment, something in their
relationship changed. There was a shift
from friendship to love, and it all started on the day where (Y/N) scraped her
I will not give you up this time
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is
all I own
your eyes you’re holding mine
Archie asked (Y/N) to Pop’s again.
And again. And again. On the fifth visit, Archie confessed his
feelings for (Y/N) and asked if they could call these trips to Pop’s dates. (Y/N), although deep down she knew her heart
belonged to someone else, agreed.
Neither of them payed any attention to the slamming of the door at the
front. Jughead had stormed out after
hearing the exchange.
“We should have a double date,” Archie suggested to Jughead one
day during school. Jughead rolled his
eyes, slamming his locker shut.
“Why?” he questioned and began strolling down the hallway. Archie followed.
“Because I think it’d be fun,” he answered, oblivious to Jughead’s
jealousy. “I mean we were both super
close with (Y/N) when we were younger, and it’s not like her and Betty are
strangers. I think it’d be fun.” He walked off, leaving Jughead alone to his
Jughead weighed the pros and cons of going on this double
date. On the one hand, maybe having
Betty and (Y/N) together in the same room as him might help set himself
straight. He was sick of feeling guilty
every time he was around Betty. But on
the other hand, he was afraid of seeing (Y/N) with Archie. Sure, he saw them together at Pop’s all the
time, but if both of them were sitting in front of him, he would not be able to
look away. He’d be forced to watch as
Archie wrapped his arms around (Y/N), and he’d have to see her laughing at all
his jokes. And the worse part would be
that as he sat next to Betty, the only thing he’d be thinking about is how he
wished to be in Archie’s place.
Finally, Jughead made up his mind and texted Archie his answer:
Yes. Let’s do the double
The night of the double date arrived, and Jughead was
second-guessing his decision. Maybe this
was a bad idea. Or maybe it’ll be
fine. No, this was an awful idea.
They didn’t do anything fancy for the double date; all four of
them agreed that Pop’s was the best place to go. When Jughead arrived at the diner, the only
other person there was (Y/N). He
approached the booth and slid into it across from her.
“Hey,” he greeted. She
“Hey, Jug,” she responded.
Neither of them said anything else, both of them caught up in their own
whirlwind of thoughts. This is how it
should be. This is how they should be.
“This was a mistake,” Jughead finally said, breaking the
tension. He stood up and began to exit.
“What are you doing?” (Y/N) called out after him. He stopped and spun on his heel, but he didn’t
come back to the table.
“Leaving, (Y/N), I’m leaving,” he answered, his voice sharp. (Y/N) rolled her eyes.
“I know that, dumbass, I mean why?”
“Because I can’t do this,” he threw his hands up in the air in
frustration. “I can’t sit across from
you and watch you be happy with someone else.”
Neither (Y/N) or Jughead noticed that Betty and Archie had just entered
“Why? You can’t be happy
for me?” (Y/N) demanded, stepping a tiny bit closer to Jughead. He shook his head.
“No, I can’t,” he replied. “Not
when you’re happy with someone else.”
“Then who do you want me to be happy with?”
“With me, goddammit!” he shouted.
“With you?” she repeated, quieter.
Jughead buried his face in his hands.
“Jesus,” he mumbled into his skin, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Well since you did,” (Y/N) took a couple more steps closer to
Jughead, “why don’t you explain yourself?”
“I’m in love with you, okay?” he shouted, throwing arms up. “Is that what you wanted to hear? I have been in love with you since the third
grade, and then you fucking left. So I
started dating Betty because I thought she made me happy, and dammit she does
make me happy. But then you came back,
you just had to come back. Now Betty, poor Betty, she doesn’t have a
clue. I still love you, (Y/N), but now
you’re dating Archie and this is just a big pile of shit.” (Y/N) stood there motionless, unable to move.
“Since the third grade?” she asked, her voice barely above a
whisper. Jughead nodded.
“Jughead,” Betty finally gained the courage to speak. Her voice caught the attention of both
Jughead and (Y/N), causing their focus to snap over to the blonde and the
ginger standing in the entrance.
“How much of that did you hear?” Jughead groaned. Betty smiled sadly.
“All of it.”
“You must hate me,” he said, and Betty shook her head.
“No, Juggie, I don’t hate you.
But I do think you should’ve told me how you felt.” She walked up to him, kissed him on the
cheek, and then slowly walked backwards.
“I’m not going to keep you from the girl you love.” She sent him one more sad smile before
exiting the diner, leaving Jughead, Archie, and (Y/N).
“Jughead,” Archie started, but Jughead held up his hand to stop
“No, Archie, this isn’t about me,” Jughead said. “It’s about (Y/N).” Both of the boys turned to face (Y/N), and she
couldn’t help but recall that time when she scraped her knee. That time where both of the boys showed
concern for her, but she only appreciated it from one of them.
“(Y/N)?” Archie questioned.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to… you know.” She looked at him sadly.
“Archie,” she began, “I love you.
I truly, truly do.” Jughead
deflated at this, and he was about to exit the diner when (Y/N) continued. “But I can’t lead you on like this. You’ve been one of my best friends since we
were little, and I don’t want anything to ruin that.” She didn’t have to say anything else, because
Archie nodded in understanding. He
hugged (Y/N) tight, and they stood embracing each other in the diner, Jughead
watching. They pulled apart and Archie
nodded at Jughead before he, too, left the diner.
Jughead and (Y/N) stood facing each other in the oddly vacant
“So…” (Y/N) drawled. “You
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered
underneath my breath
heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
Neither of them had any idea of what to say, so they agreed to go
home and meet up again tomorrow. Both (Y/N)
and Jughead stayed awake the whole night, wondering what they were going to say
to the other the next day.
That fateful day arrived, and (Y/N) walked into Pop’s, immediately
spotting Jughead sitting in a booth. She
approached the booth, and as she neared it, Jughead looked up at the sound of
her footsteps. He smiled.
“Sorry, I’m kind of a mess today,” she laughed, gesturing to her disheveled
state. She was wearing a baggy
sweatshirt and a pair of leggings with a small hole in them, and her hair
was falling out of its ponytail.
“You look perfect,” he whispered, not intending for her to hear
it. However, he realized he said it too
loud when he saw her smile. She sat down
across from him.
“So you love me,” she repeated what he had said yesterday, and
“I do,” he replied. (Y/N)
pursed her lips for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed.
“I love you, too,” she finally said, barely above a whisper.
Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll
share her home
I found a love, to carry more than just my
Dear Liberal Feminists: The Hijab is Not Empowering
I am in Baghdad right now and I have my back to the wall as I type. I am slowly moving my laptop closer to my chest and looking around to make sure nobody else sees what I am writing. I am Iraqi. I am a woman. I am Christian. And I am not a hijabi.
Iraq, much like Iran, used to be a more secular place. The Saddam regime was brutal, but he kept Islamism in the country under control until the end when he sensed his loss of power and began turning to Islam. That is what regimes here usually do.
Liberal feminists will tell you the hijab was a response to the West. It is a defiant act against imperialism! It’s not. I am here and I promise you, the hijab is not empowering.
First, not all Iraqis are Muslim. If Islam is what unites us against imperialism, then where does that leave me? Subjugated. As a Christian and as a woman.
Second, and more importantly, women cannot reclaim our bodies by falling beneath another form of hegemony. “We do not want to submit to the Western men, and therefore we submit to the Arab men” is hardly a step forward.
Let me clarify: I do not want the Western armies in Iraq. They rape, torture, and kill Iraqi women and attempt to steal our limited resources for themselves. I do not, however, think abuse by Arab men is somehow a step in the right direction.
When Saddam fell, Iraqi men quickly searched for power. Those who did not find it are doing what emasculated men always do. They are practicing power over the women in their families.
I find it disgusting but expected that women’s clothing is always inspected. Whatever we wear, it is always the wrong thing for some people. I am not here to tell women what to wear. I am trying to dissect the idea that the hijab is empowering especially here in the Middle East.
In Iraq and in every other Middle Eastern country where the hijab is not required by law, (it is required in Iran and more extremely in Saudi Arabia), there are two specific demographics I have noticed wearing it: 1. Poor, uneducated women 2. The family members of Islamic leaders
I will focus on the first of these before moving on to the second. It is my experience that in almost every country in the world, poor and uneducated people are the most performative in their religion. When I lived in Spain, this was the case. The poor old women who walked along the beach were more devoted to their Christianity than I, a Christian from a place where my family was persecuted for it, ever was.
But both my parents are professors in biology and studied when Baghdad was the best place in the Middle East to study. None of my friends here, who are mostly Muslim, cover their hair. They come from educated families. They do not need to lean on religion.
For poor women, this is different. They are not likely to receive an education and understand from a young age they will need to depend on a husband or be a burden to the family. They often do not have jobs so if there is abuse in the household they are trapped. They have to follow the rules of men to survive, more than I do.
If these woman do not cover from a young age, they will not find a good husband. Men are close-minded and possessive and they cannot deal with a possibility other men saw such “intimate” parts of THEIR wife.
Their families pressure them to follow these rules. An uncovered woman will bring shame to the family first by revealing herself and then by not finding a good husband to provide for her. They are pressured to cover as young as eight and nine years old. Can any person that young devote themselves to an outfit for life?
Street harassment is very common in Baghdad. The few times I have been harassed when outside with hijabi women, they have blamed me for not covering. “I am Christian” I will say. “The men know that” is usually their response. The culture is so toxic that women with the hijab believe they are superior to those without it.
But materially they are inferior and they know that. In almost every case, women who do not cover are wealthier, more educated, better-employed, less-dependent on men, and live materially better lives. So what do poor, uneducated women have? Religion. I really can’t blame them.
Religion is also used as a tool by the second group I mentioned, the Islamic leaders, to unite and control the masses. Sure, your family is starving and your babies are dying from preventable diseases. But what do I offer you? Eternal life in heaven as long as you do everything I tell you in the name of God.
This makes people feel included and gives them purpose. It also creates a hierarchy in society. When men are permitted and even encouraged to oppress the women in their lives, they are more likely to follow the leaders that allow this. It makes them feel powerful. Men, especially poor men, want to feel power over something or someone.
In this way, the hijab is empowering… but only for men. It strips power away from women. It represents a society moving backwards in many ways.
Many women will tell you they choose to wear the hijab or they wear it for Allah. Once you ask questions, you will find this is less true. In almost all cases, they began wearing it at a young age (and always under eighteen) and were pressured by family.
I am hypocritical because I too perform “feminine” things because of family or society pressure. I wear my hair long even though it bothers me and I wish I could shave it off because I do not want to face society’s judgment for doing that. But at least I realize the source of this contradiction.
Western liberal feminists who praise the hijab are forgetting about the rest of us. I am terrified of a day I live in a place where covering is the law. Iraq is my home and I don’t want to leave, but sometimes I think maybe I don’t belong here especially if something like my hair can get me killed.
In every country, we need to have a larger conversation about what women say we want and what we really want. We also need to realize the broken logic of “wanting” to do something because it pleases men.
Liberal feminists: I know it is scary for you to criticize the hijab because then you have to admit some of your personal choices are actually part of your effort to serve the patriarchy. We all need to face this fact because if we don’t, we cannot get any closer to liberating ourselves.
Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.
1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”
Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!
A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~
Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.
Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.
Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.
You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”
“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”
You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).
“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said
“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”
After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.
But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.
Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.
When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.
“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.
“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.
“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”
“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”
“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked
“Bring you anything like what?”
“Well, i’m very hungry,”
“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”
“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.
“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”
You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.
“What movies are we watching tonight?”
“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”
“Sure,” you nodded.
Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.
“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.
You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.
The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.
“Told you,” you muttered.
You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.
“What now?” Your asked.
“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.
“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”
“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked
“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.
Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”
“Sure,” you agreed.
Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.
There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”
You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.
“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.
“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”
“A little concern would be nice,”
Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.
“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.
“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“What?” Peter asked
“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”
“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”
“You don’t believe me?”
“Why not?” You asked.
You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.
“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”
“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”
“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”
“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”
“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”
“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”
“Wait… you do?” Peter asked
“Yes!” You exclaimed.
“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”
“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.
Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”
“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”
Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.
He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.
You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”
Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”
Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.
“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.
Warnings: Gets pretty steamy (I’ll seperate it in case y'all are uncomfortable with it), sad Connor, language, fluff
Summary: Connor has a (bad) habit of sneaking into his girlfriend’s bedroom when he’s feeling down. Y/N doesn’t mind at all.
A/N: This is a combination of two requests. One from an anon who wanted Connor sneaking into the reader’s room when he’s feeling upset, and eventually breaking down, and one from @lildipstick who wanted fluff or smut with Connor Murphy. Hope you guys enjoy!
I scrolled mindlessly through tumblr, the bright screen and The Book of Mormon cast recording the only things keeping me from falling asleep. I looked at the time on my laptop screen and exhaled when I read it. 12:30 AM.
I suddenly heard a noise that sounded slightly sinister and I pressed pause on the music, taking my headphones out. I said there in the semi dark, my laptop screen illuminating my face.
My window suddenly opened and I jumped, letting out a curse. “Connor Murphy, you bastard. Give me some warning next time.” I said, as Connor’s lanky frame clambered into my bedroom.
“I don’t know exactly when I’m going to need a break from my family, so I can’t give you warning when it happens.” Connor said smugly, shutting my window behind him.
“Whatever you nerd. You interrupted my nightly Book of Mormon session, so I hope you feel bad.” I retorted as Connor sat down on my bed, glancing at my laptop screen.
“You and your goddamn Broadway shows.” Connor mused, laying down on my bed. “Excuse you, Broadway is wonderful. It’s not gay if you listen to it, Connor. Jared likes it.” I said and Connor snorted, sitting up.
“Jared is gay.” Connor retorted and I felt my cheeks go red. “Bad example, but you get my point. Correlation, not causation.” I said, hoping I didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.
“I didn’t think it was possible for someone to get so worked up about musical theatre.” Connor said, his dark hair half up in a bun. I snorted and Connor looked at me strangely.
“If you think that’s me getting worked up about theatre, you should see me when someone tries to convince me that all musicals are pretty much the same. That’s getting worked up about theatre.” I said, huffing slightly. Connor just chuckled, reaching across and tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“You’re cute when you’re annoyed. Your face kinda screws up, and it’s adorable.” Connor said casually, and my cheeks went an even brighter red.
“We’ve been dating for 3 months and you still blush when I compliment you.” Connor said, moving my laptop out of the way and pulling me close to him. “I’m not used to people saying nice things about me.” I muttered and Connor let out a sigh.
“Neither am I, Y/N. I guess we’ll have to be each other’s firsts.” Connor said and my eyes widened, suddenly aware of how this might look to my parents. Connor chuckled at my expression, kissing my cheek gently.
“I didn’t mean it like that, Y/N, but if you want to.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I scoffed and shoved his side playfully, burying my burning face in the crook of his neck.
I inhaled his scent and noticed that there was a smell missing. A smell that usually coated him. “You haven’t been smoking.” I said, but my tone made it sound more like a question. Connor nodded, and I looked up at him.
“I stopped smoking when we started dating. Weed used to be my therapy, sure, but I’ve got a new form of therapy right here. That’s why I always come here when I need a break from everything that’s going on. Nothing helps me get my mind off things better than you.” Connor said, playing with my hair as he spoke.
KINDA SMUTTY PART KIDS
I pressed feather light kisses up Connor’s neck, knowing exactly the spot to put a little more pressure. Connor took in a deep breath and shuddered slightly, and I could feel his heartbeat speed up.
“Y/N.” He breathed out shakily, and I looked up at him with mock innocence in my eyes. “Yes?” I said innocently, although the smirk on my face betrayed any innocence in my voice.
“God, you don’t know what you do to me.” Connor growled, his voice low and husky. “So then why don’t you let me know.” I replied, capturing Connor’s lips in a heated kiss. I slipped one arm around his waist, and tangled my other hand through his hair.
Connor eagerly kissed back, and I leaned forward, pushing him down onto his back. “Y/N.” Connor said, panting slightly as he slipped his hands under my shirt, his slightly calloused fingers running over my skin.
He quickly slipped my shirt off, and his hands moved further up my chest. My breathing quickly became laboured, and I could tell Connor noticed. He simply smirked, and I retracted my hand from his hair and moved it to the front of his jeans, noticing his expression change to a look of shock and bliss.
“Shit.” Connor muttered, disposing of his shirt as my hands were… preoccupied. “You sure… you wanna do this?” Connor breathed out, his eyes half closed.
“Does this answer your question?” I said, undoing the zipper on his jeans and tugging them down, the bulge in his underwear significantly more noticeable now. Connor’s response was a low moan, and I smirked to myself, in awe of the effect I had on him. “I’m all yours, baby.”
KINDA SMUTTY PART OVER
Connor and I laid on my bed together, the both of us sweaty yet immensely satisfied. “Holy shit.” Connor muttered, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck.
“I know.” I said, shivering as his breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck. “I don’t not think this was how the night would go.” Connor said, snaking his arms around my waist.
“Neither did I, but I’m glad that’s how it ended up.” I said, glancing at the numbers on my alarm clock. 1:00 AM. “So.. what prompted tonight’s visit?” I asked after a stretch of silence. Connor took in a deep breath, and I immediately felt like I’d hit a nerve.
“It was mom and dad. They were… they’ve fought before, sure, but nothing on this level. They were screaming, and I’m fairly certain I heard something get thrown.” Connor said softly, and I let out a sad sigh.
“I… I can normally cope with it, because I always come to you, but for some reason, this is more than I reckon I can deal with.” He said, and I felt hot tears hit my skin. I turned around so I was facing Connor, his eyes red.
“Hey, hey, babe, I’m here.” I said, circling my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me. He started gently sniffling and I simply held him tighter, our bare chests pressed flush together.
“When it all feels like it’s too much. Like you can’t bear another day. You know exactly where to find me. Just sneak in through my bedroom window, and if I’m asleep you can just slip into my bed. I honestly won’t mind.” I said, rubbing Connor’s back soothingly, kissing his forehead.
Connor looked up at me with a look of astounding love and gratitude in his eyes. “I love you, Y/N.” Connor said, my breath hitching as he uttered those three words that neither of us had spoken to the other before.
“And I love you. I love you so much, Connor. I don’t know what life would be like if I didn’t have you sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night.” I said, gently placing my lips on his.
This kiss was softer, gentler than the first kiss we shared this morning. This kiss conveyed love, and it left me feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. My stomach was full of butterflies, and my skin heated up when Connor cupped the side of my face with his hand.
“How do you manage to still look so beautiful, even though you’re covered in sweat and have major sex hair?” Connor said and I blushed darkly, thanking the lord that it was pitch black.
“Maybe it’s because you can’t see me.” I said and Connor chuckled, tucking a strand of my majorly messy hair behind my ear. “That was funny, but it was also bullshit. I know that you look beautiful no matter if you’re wearing makeup or not, or if you’ve spent a whole heap of time working on your hair. It doesn’t matter what you’re wearing, although I will say that my favourite outfit is the one you’re wearing now.” Connor said and I punched his shoulder playfully.
“I could say the same thing for you, Murphy.” I said, smirking at him and scanning his body. “You know, you’re the first girl who’s actually seen me naked.” Connor said and I moved my mouth towards his ear.
“And let me tell you, it’s quite a sight.” I whispered, noticing how he shivered slightly at my words. “If you wanted round 2, you could’ve just asked.” Connor said cheekily, tracing his finger down my spine.
“Maybe later, big boy. Tomorrow is, after all, a school day.” I said and Connor pouted, sitting his hands on my waist. “We could just skip.” He suggested, and I frowned.
“I’d normally say yes, but I’ve got some exams tomorrow that I can’t afford to miss.” I replied, taking ahold of his free hand. “That sucks. Now that you mention it, it’s like 1:30. I should probably head back home so mom and dad don’t give me hell for running away or some shit like that.” Connor said, untangling himself from me and sitting up.
I immediately felt cold, and I shivered as a breeze passed through the room. “You can keep my hoodie. I know how much you love it.” Connor said, handing me the bundle of fabric.
I held it close to my face and sniffed it, Connor’s scent filling my nose. “Thank you.” I whispered, slipping on the hoodie. “You’re welcome. I have, like, 5 more at home. I can spare one for you.” He said, pressing a kiss to my cheek as he pulled on his jeans.
“I love you Connor.” I said once he was dressed, the moonlight highlighting his sharp cheekbones. His usually cold face softened, allowing me access to a side of him very, very few have seen.
“I love you Y/N. I’ll see you at school, ok?” Connor said, and I nodded as he opened my bedroom window. “I’ll see you at school.” I replied, touching my fingers to my lips. They felt like Connor’s lips were still moulded with them, and I didn’t want the feeling to go away.
“I love you Y/N.” Connor whispered, blowing me a kiss before leaving my bedroom, shutting the window behind him. I laid down in my bed, Connor’s hoodie pulled tightly around me like a security blanket of some sorts.
I felt myself finally drifting off to sleep after the events of the past hour or so. “I love you.” I muttered once more before drifting off to sleep. Little did I know that Connor was muttering those same words as he walked home, that adorable, dorky smile resting on his face as he said them.
“Good morning Y/L/N.” Jared said, awkwardly pushing past people as he approached me. “Good morning Jared.” I chuckled, adjusting the straps of my backpack as I spoke.
“Hey, is that a new hoodie?” Jared asked, gesturing to Connor’s hoodie with his thumb. My cheeks flushed slightly and I nodded. “You could say that.” I responded, fiddling with the white strings of the jacket.
Jared’s brow furrowed, as he stared intently at the hoodie. Suddenly his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped so far it practically hit the floor. “That… that’s Connor Murphy’s, isn’t it?” Jared said, his eyes now trained on me.
I felt my blush darken as I nodded, and Jared smirked his trademark smirk. “So, you and Murphy, eh? I wouldn’t have imagined it, but now I can picture it.” He said, punching my shoulder lightly. “Whatever Jared.” I muttered, my cheeks ablaze as I opened my locker.
“Hey, it’s no big deal. I’m happy for the two of you, of course. I just, it’s unexpected, that’s all.” Jared said, and I looked at him quizzically. He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ve always thought of you as my little sister, Y/N, and I want to look out for you. I’ve heard horror stories about Connor and his… temper, so I just wanted you to be happy. And safe.” Jared said, concern clear in his eyes.
“You don’t have to worry about me, Jared.” I said and Jared looked like a considerable weight had been taken off his shoulders. “I love Connor, and I am both safe and happy. In fact, I reckon I’ve never been happier.”
Alec dragged his feet to the living room, looking for Magnus. It was late and the warlock hadn’t joined him in bed yet. When Alec had arrived to the loft after his last patrol, his boyfriend had been very busy working on something, and although Alec understood that work was important, he also knew that even the High Warlock of Brooklyn needed some rest.
“What are you doing?” Alec asked when he found Magnus sitting on the couch with his laptop practically glued to his lap.
“Nothing.” Magnus said, quickly closing the device. “Actually, I was about to go to bed.” He added, feigning a yawn.
Alec looked at him intently. It was obvious that his boyfriend was lying, Alec could see it in his eyes, besides, it wasn’t helping his case either that there were at least four empty mugs of coffee on the table. Alec didn’t know who Magnus was trying to fool, but it was obvious that he had no intention of going to bed any time soon.
“Go to bed,” Magnus said, leaving the laptop on the couch and picking up the mugs, “I’ll just take this to the kitchen and catch you there.”
Alec stood there waiting, but he was really curious to know what Magnus had been doing, so without thinking it twice, he grabbed the warlock’s laptop and opened it. “What’s this?” He asked Magnus when his boyfriend returned to the living room.
“Those are our names,” Alec said confused. The screen clearly said Magnus and Alec.
“Hmmm, yeah…I may have tricked a bunch of mundanes into thinking we were a very famous couple and that’s how we ended up there.”
“We’re losing.” Alec pointed out, because although the gap between the two couples was very small, it was evident that the other boys had a considerable advantage.
“Can’t you use your…” Alec said, wiggling his fingers to mimic the movement Magnus made each time he used his magic.
“No, even my magic can’t get pass the stupid captchas.”
“How much time do they have to vote?”
“The poll ends tomorrow at 8 o'clock New York time, 5 o'clock PT…so a bit more than 24 hours.”
“Hand me my bag,” Alec said with determination.
“There’s a laptop there that I use to work when I’m here,” Alec said, grabbing his stele he’d left on the table and quickly activating his stamina and speed runes.
“What do you need the laptop for?”
“We’re not going to lose this,” Alec explained, pointing to the screen. “I don’t care how silly this is, we’re gonna help these people win.”
Alec nodded. “You’ve been voting because you clearly want to win and I think we’ve already established how competitive I am, so we’re going to vote our asses off to win this Top TV Couple thing. I’m not going to let this other couple take this from us, not if I can help it, so go ahead, magic up more coffee—this is going to be a very long night.”