cleared up as i got there

My masked Lover

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: By chance, you find yourself in the park at 3 am, face to face with your favourite superhero/crush. Whilst you visit the park every morning to see him, you are oblivious to the boy behind the mask making his advances. 

Words: 2.7k 

Warnings: None 

A/N: Here’s a new story for you guys! This was meant to be a one-shot but, as you can tell, I got carried away and accidentally started a new series. If you would like part two, please do drop me an ask and/or message. 

P.S: My tag list and Requests are open!   

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Your puppy’s barks were so loud that they could be heard throughout the house. But of course, you were the only one actually awake to hear it. It’s not like it had woken you up or anything, you had stayed up late to try and finish your history project which was due in tomorrow morning. You had finished it at around 2am and when you had finally slid into bed your puppy had begun barking.

You reluctantly dragged yourself out of your warm bed and downstairs to the cold hallway. You opened the kitchen door and your puppy ran out, barking even more. When your Dad had brought home the golden retriever pup you were overjoyed. Now the puppy, which you had ironically named Angel, was stealing, even more, hours off your already short sleeping schedule. Angel enjoyed early morning walks and the only one around to walk her was you.

Attaching the lead to Angel’s collar, you slipped on your shoes that were by the door, grabbed your keys and walked out of your house with Angel. You were instantly hit by the cold air of New York. Using your phone as a torch, you made your way to the park that was only five minutes away. Whilst most people would be too afraid to walk through a park at almost three in the morning, you were calmed by the fact that a certain superhero would save you if you were to meet any trouble.

All your friends (other than Michelle) called you crazy for believing that Spider-man would always be there to help. They told you that he can’t save everyone in New York and there was only a 50% chance he would appear if you were in trouble. But that didn’t stop you believing. In a city of peril, Spider-man brought hope to many, including you. You had watched videos, read articles and saved many pictures of him. As well as admiration for the web-slinging hero, you were curious to see who was under the mask. How did he get those powers? How old is he? What’s his name? Did you know him?

Angel suddenly tugged hard on the leash, indicating you had reached the park. You pushed the gate open, Angel panting excitedly. You reached down and unclasped the leash, setting her free. Thankfully Angel was trained and would come back to you when you called. Whilst she ran around the park, you began a leisurely stroll along the main path. The park was empty but not silent. Despite it being three am, New York City was still thriving. If you looked right you could see towards the city centre, which was a beacon of light for the rest of the city. To your left were the sounds of the busy subway filled with late-night workers and party goers. And when you looked up you had the best view. The night sky was at its best. Each star shined brightly, creating shapes that could be interpreted in whatever way you liked. The moon provided a gentle light in the areas of the park not lit up by a street light. The whole atmosphere of early morning New York was exhilarating.

You saw a bench and settled down on it. You looked around to see if Angel was around anywhere. You couldn’t hear any barks or rustling from her running around. Usually, this wouldn’t bother you as Angel would usually come bounding out of a bush or let out a bark or two. But five minutes had passed since you last heard anything from her or had seen her and you began to get worried. You flash your phone’s torch around, to see if she was anywhere nearby but found nothing.

“Angel!” You called out, getting up from the bench.

You heard no barking and saw no sign of moving. The last time you saw her was in the small forest area in front of the bench. You didn’t exactly want to venture between the large trees alone at three am, but you had no other choice.


 Meanwhile, Peter Parker swung from tree to tree, clad in spandex. He had spent the night busting some bank robbers and was celebrating in a Tarzan-like fashion. He enjoyed coming to the park at night. It didn’t feel scary at all to be in this park alone. He had the night sky as his company, the moon being his spotlight whilst the stars were his audience. Peter was able to practice new tricks in the empty park without the risk of being spotted without his mask on. Or so he thought.

Peter instantly stopped swinging when he heard the familiar voice. He managed to land quietly despite his surprised state. As he pulled his mask over his head, he heard the voice again, clearer this time. Peter knew he had recognised the voice. But where was it coming from?

(Y/N) stepped out into the dimly lit forest clearing. Peter could feel his cheeks reddening under the mask. What was she doing here?

“Angel? Come on Angel!” She exclaimed a look of stress on her face.

The faint glow of the streetlight nearby shone on (Y/N). Peter noted how the light only accentuated her beautiful face. He couldn’t help but stare at his crush.

(Y/N) (L/N) had been the girl on Peter’s mind for nearly three months now. When Liz Allen had left Midtown High, Peter was heartbroken. He had finally got the girl he wanted so badly, only to lose her almost instantly. It was basically his fault as well- he was the one who caused her Dad to be sent to jail. But it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t endanger the lives of millions over a crush. Peter had soon realised that his crush on Liz wasn’t really what it seemed at the time anyway. Liz was beautiful and so nice but he wasn’t in love with her. It was more admiration. (Y/N), on the other hand, was so, so different. When Michelle had invited her to join the decathlon team he knew she was the one. The one that would please him, the one that would make him happy and the one that he would love. When she introduced herself, he couldn’t help but repeat her name to himself under his breath. He basked in her beauty then and still did now.

“Where are you, Angel?” (Y/N) said to herself.

Peter decided to step out from the trees and find out what you were doing here. He was about to call your name when he realised his appearance. You had no idea that your classmate was standing by you. You would only see Spider-man.

“I’m not an Angel but I could be for you.” Peter heard himself say, instantly cringing at the cheesy pickup line.


 You turned around, trying to find the source of the voice. Your gasped aloud open when you saw your favourite Superhero standing in front of you. He looked quite awkward, leaning against a tree with one hand on his hip. You took a moment to take in the person before you. Spider-man was actually quite short, possibly only five feet seven or eight. He wasn’t incredibly muscular but still looked as if you might find him in the gym over by the weights. You couldn’t see his face but it felt as if he was smiling at you.

“Sorry, that was way too cheesy.” Spider-man spoke again and you noted that his voice sounded like a teenage boy.

“It-It’s okay.” You stammered.

“So, erm, what are you doing out here so late?” The hero asked you, walking out into the clearing to stand with you.

“My puppy. She loves an early morning walk.” You replied.

“Your puppy?” Spider-man questioned.

“Her name’s Angel. At the moment I don’t know where’s she got to. You haven’t seen a golden retriever puppy, have you?” You said, looking around again.

“No, but I can definitely help you find her. I have the advantage of a Birdseye view.” He offered you.

“Thank you! I’ll continue down here as you know, I don’t have the advantage.” You replied, earning a laugh from the hero.

You watched a Spider-man shot a web from his wrist and swung up into the tree. Once he was out of view you took a started taking deep breaths. Spider-man had just spoken to you. SPIDER-MAN. Not only had he spoken to you but he used a pick-up line on you. And now he was helping you find your puppy.  

You finally began to look around again for Angel. As you reached the edge of the forest you still saw no sign of your puppy. You looked up to see if Spider-man was around but you saw no sign of him either. You were alone once again. Letting out a sigh, you began walking back through the forest and back to the bench you were sitting on.

Suddenly, you heard a bark followed by the voice of Spider-man. You quickly ran out of the forest and saw Angel scurrying around the feet of the masked hero. He looked up as you approached him and gave you a thumbs up. You smiled in return, crouching down to your puppy.

“Thank you so much! My parents would’ve killed me if I lost her.” You exclaimed, hooking the leash back onto Angel’s collar.

“No problem. It’s what I’m here for!” Spider-man returned.

“So, you help a lot of girls to find their puppies at three in the morning?” You asked, looking up at him.

“No!” He said quickly, earning a smile from you. “Just you.”

“I’m honoured.”

Silence followed your words. You stood up, Angel already tugging on the leash. Spider-man still stood in front of you. You wondered what the expression on his face was right now. And why he offered to help you. Surely there were more important jobs than you not being able to find your puppy. When he had offered, it made him seem like an old friend. The way he spoke to you was friendly and somewhat calming. He was everything that you expected and more. And you were probably never going to see him again.

“Well, I suppose I should say goodbye now. I need to try and fit in a few hours’ sleep before school tomorrow.” You said.

“Oh yeah, school. I should probably do the sa- I mean go and find more people to save.” He replied.

“Thank you again. Hopefully, I shouldn’t need your help again, if this one behaves tomorrow.” You began. “I never actually asked where you found her.”

“She was over by the rose bush. And do you mean to say you’ll be returning?” Spider-man asked, sounding hopeful.

“Most likely yes. Why? Will you be returning?” You questioned him, already thinking of meeting him again.

“Only if you are.” He answered.

You raised your eyebrows at him before letting out a short laugh. You waved at the masked hero before walking towards the park gate. You were suddenly very grateful for your puppy’s love of early morning walks.


Peter awoke, still buzzing from the events from earlier this morning. Out of everyone he could’ve met in the park at three am, he would’ve never expected to see (Y/N). Even though she had no idea it was him, he was so excited to actually speak to her. Other than a few awkward conversations here and there, Peter hadn’t really spoken to (Y/N) too much. He mainly stared at her in the hopes she would somehow realise he liked her. But of course, that hadn’t worked. But now he had a way to speak to her. He could hear a part of himself saying that Spider-man wasn’t a party trick but this wasn’t really a party trick. It was his only way to speak to his crush. Peter was sure anyone else would do the same. Right?

As Peter got ready to leave, he found himself feeling excited to go to school. His encounter with (Y/N) had given him a newfound confidence. The decathlon team all had the same free period today and were going to use it to meet up. This meant Peter would have a chance to speak to his crush, minus the mask this time.


 “Hey everyone.  So, Nationals are next week and we still need to brush up on Physics and Chemistry. Peter can help on Physics and Ned can help out with chemistry.” Michelle announced before sitting down again.

Everyone began flipping through their textbooks and talking amongst themselves. Peter looked opposite him to (Y/N) who was looking at her physics book with a strong look of confusion. She pouted her lips as she flipped the page. This was his chance.

“(Y/N)?” He said, a blush already beginning to form on his cheeks.

“What’s up Peter?” She asked, giving him a friendly smile.

“Y-you seem confused. I wondered if you n-needed any help?” He stuttered.

“That would be amazing Peter! I’m so bad at Physics and I haven’t really had much time to revise.” (Y/N) replied.

“I’m sure you’re not bad.” Peter mumbled, unable to let her put herself down.

“Trust me, Peter, I’m bad. If I had time maybe I wouldn’t be. But school just loves to give out Homework.” She sighed.

“That I can agree with. I barely get any sleep these days.” Peter said, thinking of how he struggled to balance school life and his superhero duties.

“On top of homework, my new puppy loves to be walked at two am. Although, this morning’s walk was kind of worth the lack of sleep.” (Y/N) added, a smile playing at her lips.

Peter felt himself smile at her words. (Y/N) seemed to have enjoyed their encounter as much as he had. She seemed happier than usual and it thrilled Peter to know that he was the reason. Or at least his superhero persona was the reason.

“W-why was it worth it?” He managed to ask.

“Well, I thought I shouldn’t tell anyone but I’ve already told Michelle and Betty so I might as well tell you as well.” (Y/N) began, before leaning over so her mouth was by his ear.

“I met Spider-man!” She whispered excitedly.

(Y/N) leant back in her seat, the sunlight streaming through the window and onto her face. Her natural glow was enhanced by the sun. Peter couldn’t help but stare at her with a sappy grin on his face. She was truly beautiful.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” (Y/N) stated, a sadness in her voice.

“Oh no, I do believe you! I was just a little shocked that’s all.” Peter managed to save himself

“I was as well! I’ve never seen anyone in the park when I’ve walked Angel before, so when I saw Spider-man out of all people- I was so surprised.” She gushed.

“What was he like?” Peter inquired casually.

“Everything you could want. Kind, funny, friendly,” (Y/N) started to say before stopping. “Sorry, I feel like I sound like I’m in love with him.”

“Aren’t you?” Betty leaned over and added, a smirk on her face.

Both Peter and (Y/N) blushed whilst Betty laughed. Peter gulped, seeing the look of embarrassment on (Y/N)’s face.

“Well, you do go on about him an awful lot. That’s all I have to say.” Betty stated before turning back to her own conversation.

(Y/N) looked at Peter, who stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before talking again.

“I’m not in love with Spider-man. I just admire him a lot.” She tried to justify herself.

“I-I’m not accusing you of anything (Y/N).” Peter said, feeling his blush deepen.

“I know, I know. Anyway, how could I be in love with someone’s name and face I don’t even know?” (Y/N) replied.

“Well, I don’t know much about love but from what I’ve heard it’s about personality over looks.” He suggested to her.

“I suppose so. Anyway, you should probably start teaching me physics!” (Y/N) said, eager to change the conversation subject.

Peter smiled at his crush, incredibly satisfied by the fact that they were talking.

“Of course. Let me teach you.”

Beneath Me

Summary: Ever wanted to read the classic ‘giving head under the desk when someone walks in on you’ for our this handsome fella? Look no further.
Requested by: my thirsty ass. ( gif credit. )
Pairing: Merlin x female Reader
Warnings: This whole thing is basically porn without plot, so entirely NSFW.
Do not read if you’re under the age of 18.
Word Count: 2.4k. I need help.

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Ugly Sweaters

Prompt: “Ugly Fall Sweaters!”

Characters: Sam Winchester x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral    Triggers: None

-Sorry it’s so short, I wasn’t really sure where to go with this :/

Originally posted by helpimanspnfan

Gif doesn’t really match story, but the faces probably fit how they would actually respond lol


You tiptoed into the room with the bag behind your back. Watching Sam to see if he would notice you came in. But he seemed engulfed in his research. Clearing your throat his head shot up in your direction.

Upon seeing he he smiled brightly “Hey”

“Hi” you smiled as you walked up to him, leaning down and kissing him quickly you kept your hands behind your back. 

He frowned at your timid behavior, his eyes falling down to the bag not so well hidden behind your back.

“What’s that?”

“Ummm, I got us something” you said with a shy smile on your face.

He rose his eyebrow “What is it?”

You set the bag on the chair next to Sam before looking at him “Before you flat out refuse them, just think of how happy it would make me”

His face contorted into a confused expression “Okay? Y/n, what exactly did you buy?” he asked kind of nervously.

Looking at him you smiled while pulling out the first object from the bag “Ugly Fall Sweaters!”

He stared at the one you were holding up with a blank expression before a smile slowly broke out on his face. Covering his mouth with his hand he shook his head “You- why?”

“Because I thought it would be fun?” you said, not sure of yourself

“Fun?”

“Why not?” 

He chuckled “I hope that one isn’t mine” he said staring at the sweater.

The sweater in your hands was an ugly mustard brown color with a badly designed large glittery maple leaf on the front. 

You laughed “No! Of course not, this one is mine, it would never fit you anyway” you set it on the table in front of Sam before reaching in the bag again “This one is yours!” you said pulling it out.

Sam stared at the large sweater, unsure of what to think. It was a dark red color with multiple different kinds of leaves scattered around the front, with the word “Autumn” written in bad cursive.

“Well…that certainly is ugly”

You giggled “Yep”

Just then, Dean walking into the room. Seeing you holding out the sweater he stared at it for a moment before laughing “Oh please tell me that’s for Sam!” 

You nodded your head causing him to laugh out loud again, Sam just frowned at him before looking at you. You smirked at him before setting down the sweater. 

“I’m glad your so happy about it Dean, cause I got you one too” you said pulling out a third sweater.

Dean stopped laughing as he saw the sweater. It was a similar color to your sweater but instead of a maple leaf it had a giant turkey on it with “Gobble Gobble” written in black. Sam laughed upon seeing it.

“No” was all Dean said

“Yes” you said seriously

Dean stared at you and then glanced at Sam before sighing “There is no way your gonna let me get out of this is there?”

You shook your head and smiled at him “Nope”


Requested by @princesspeach212

Fic 516: Lines of Demarcation

Just a quick drabble tonight. A little Napoleon Complex for you all.


Tanlines were a fact of life in Texas.

Good, honest labor meant a man spend his fair share of the day out in the shining Texan sun, and all the ten gallon hats and cowboy boots in the world couldn’t keep a fella from getting broiled up like a Thanksgiving turkey. From the upper arms and down, anyway.

Engineer had never thought much of it as a result. The farm hands all had their respectable farmer’s tans, except for a brave few who took the more “Australian” option of going completely shirtless. Not that it was advised when dealing with mucking stalls and clearing out pig pens.

“Mmmmm? May I ask what you are doing, mon ingénieur?”

The pattern didn’t seem to vary much once he got outside Bee Cave either. Scout’s spindly Yankee arms would be as tanned as his own after a season spent out at 2Fort and the back of Heavy’s neck was as just as red as any of the good ol’ boys who hung out at Jimmy Dee’s Saloon.

Not to say that there wasn’t any variation. For example, his own face had the distinctive outline of his welding goggles burned into his skin while Soldier’s had a softer line where the lip of his helmet was kept right near the bridge of his nose. But that wasn’t too far removed from the brim of the cowhand’s hats back home, or a pair of sunglasses that were worn just a little too long. Perfectly ordinary tans. Nothing worth spending any real amount of time thinking about.

“I do not mean to complain, but I am going to need that back.”

A hint of a smile played at the corner of Spy’s mouth as he looked up at Engineer with a bemused look on his face. Salt and pepper hair lay plastered to his skin until a careless hand followed the slow drawing away of his mask to tousle it into something resembling an actual style.

Engineer shifted slightly as he slung the mask over the headboard of the bed. Spy continued to look up at him, a picture of casual amusement as he found himself exposed to the same scrutiny as would be a particularly interesting piece of machinery.

A calloused finger came to rest against pale skin. Spy didn’t have much in the way of tan lines. Came with the territory when you covered yourself nearly from head to toe. But the ones he did have captured Engineer’s attention in all the right ways. Their gentle lines as they rounded the corners of the Frenchman’s face, highlighting piercing blue eyes and a wry mouth that always had a quip on the end of its tongue.

“Not in a hurry, are ya darlin’?” Engineer let his drawl flow with all the urgency of particularly cold molasses as he slowly traced the line around Spy’s left eye where white skin met tan.

Spy just looked up at him and smiled.

“Not at all.”

My life is an ecosystem

I’m good. At the moment. Feel calm, steady. I can compare my mood to the weather. Most of us uses some weather application and, while checking forecast, sees a diagram, curve, shoving all the ups and downs across the week, or so. My mood is the same. I got through a sunny days as well as heavy hurricanes. Maybe that’s the way is. Maybe I shouldn’t wait for a long period of clear sky to finally start to thrive? Time wait for no one - days passed, spent on waiting, are days wasted. I can thrive now, do it here. Maybe, when I do it, someone see me as a beautiful poppy grew on wasteland, and say, what a beautiful view?

Thank You, my love, I see it now. I know what to do.
Marta P.

Okay so little update

Rebel had a ton of bumbs pop up very quickly, like within less than a week.

We went to the vet today where they did skin cultures. They found a bunch of white blood cells and puss. They also found atypical cells.

We’re treating it really aggressively with 2 antibiotics and hopefully they clear up. He’s got a recheck in 10 days and if they’ve stayed the same or gotten worse we’ll be doing a biopsy.

We can’t rule out cancer at this point. I’m trying to be really hopeful that this is just a skin infection and nothing more

bonding moment

wait

what if lance had told keith he had remembered the bonding moment/remembered the bonding moment?

(it’s not clear as to if he really didn’t remember or if he was lying)

this got me thinking, and i’m not even a hardcore klance shipper.

keith opened his heart to lance during the bonding moment, and he was clearly upset when lance didn’t remember.

so what did he do? he put up his walls once again and closed himself off from ever trying to love anyone ever again.

thanks lance

anonymous asked:

do you know what happens to the things that are thrown on the ice for the skaters? Yuzu dropped that little boys drawing... why...

I am not an expert about this stuff anon (my only interest with these things is watching the pooh rain and be /o\ at all the poohs) but after they clear the ice they usually put the gifts away for the skater. Skaters don’t keep all of them, and I know that the ones they don’t keep are usually donated, so they still end up in good hands you know :)

Regarding the drawing: he probably got it later, after the ice was cleared. It’s not like he threw it in the trash (if it were anyone but him would we need to discuss this? Think about it lol). He was nice to that boy, he stopped to pat his head and stuff (and my heart melted tbh), it was probably a dream for him lol. 

jay-noeyes  asked:

I have an OC named Starlight, he was a long haired white cat who I put into thunderclan. Got inspiration for his birth from crookedstars and he ended up being named after a shooting star in the clear sky following a devastating storm. He would later become leader and be named Starstar :P

nice! i love the idea of more astral stuff in warriors tbh

likcthestar  asked:

I've only lost to a claw machine once in the past few years- and one time I got TWO prizes in turn which I feel makes up for it

BOIIIIII gimme some of that luck?? I’m terrible at crane games lmao, I hate the way they are over here how all the plushes are packed all together so tightly?? It makes it almost impossible to grab anything most of the time since the claw has zero grip strength :/

I watch a lot of videos of people playing on Japanese crane game machines (and I play an app called Toreba where you play one over the phone!) and they’re a lot more fair in my opinion, usually the prizes are actually spaced out enough to give you a chance ^^;

witchcraft and pagan discord server!!

Hiya, I’ve already posted about this server once but I got some frequent questions asked so I decided to make another post to clear things up.This server is open to all paths, religions, ages, genders, sexualities, and opinions. Our only hope/requirement is that you come in with a positive mind and will to learn and make friends! Our main goals with this new server is to make a safe peaceful place for everyone! <3 <3 all you have to do is message me on here and from there I will ask to do a simple energy reading just so I can make sure you aren’t a primarily negative person and that you don’t wish to cause harm to anyone. Also, note that the server links will last a day at most unless stated otherwise. Aside from meeting new witches (or magickal beings by another term) and pagans, we will be hosting movie nights and games on rabb.it (a website and app its pretty cool I suggest checking it out if you haven’t before) We also encourage people to ask questions and learn from each other! If you join I hope you have a great time and meet some dope people <3<3

(if you dont wish to join please reblog and like so more people can see!)

Fragmentary Drabble #2

This is for you @riphuntertimemasterlegend ^-^


“Why didn’t you try to stop me to become the Reverse Flash? I saw you in action. Given your skills it would have been easy. ”

He waved his hand in the air like a parlor magician.

“A small change here, another there. You could even prevent me from existing.”

“I couldn’t…I would never…”

“Oh right I forgot. The great Rip Hunter, guardian of the timeline…”

His sarcasm was infuriating and Rip lost it as he kept defending his past choices.

“It was your decisions! Your life! You know that, even if I tried, things wouldn’t have changed–”

“RIGHT!”
He got up, inching closer to the transparent wall of his cell and cutting Rip’s words half away. 
“What was your favorite line?”

The mocking tone was clear and his eyes were tinged with a bit of madness. 

Time wants to happen.”

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04.10.17 // hello!1!! first day back from spring break and it’s been pretty gud tbh. these are some pictures of a mind map i did for history and to help prep for a test :))

Nalu Week Day 7 : The End [is a New Beginning]

Extremely late Nalu week submission. 


Don’t ask me what Lucy is wearing. Can we just agree that it’s a star dress of sorts??

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 11/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Sensitive topics ahead, a few characters are ooc, acts of violence

A/N: 1 part left ! aLSO credit to @nonbinaryreddie aka QUEN for helping me out throughout this series with lil bits im stuck on, i love you! sorry for any mistakes i-

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Everything was hazed, Richie felt distant as ever; almost as if his own soul was lingering outside of his skin. His skin was pricked by cold sensations, with his heart beat flickering in his ears.

Where was he?

His eyes almost felt as if someone was holding them shut, everything aching all over his body and he felt his blood strike though his veins icily. Something was terribly wrong, not to mention the sense of dread that pierced his core.

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Kiwi

Originally posted by fearless-man

Inspired by Harry Styles’ song ‘Kiwi’. Just an one shot without any connections to other stories I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

Warning: Smut

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kinda into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it

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Say goodbye to your book!

I had a “friend” who had me trapped in an abusive friendship for three years. I’ve always been generous and try to help people as much as I can, but this was far beyond what was acceptable. He moved into my house, stole at least $100 worth of video games (and framed my best friend at the time), shut me off from all my other friends (Except those he introduced me to, of course, since he could control them), exploited my family financially, lied to us constantly, told three different stories about the night that, if the story he told when he thought we weren’t listening was accurate, he committed a terrible crime against someone who he barely even knew and then blamed them for it, which severely damaged their life.

When enough was enough, and I finally opened my eyes to how bad things were, I cut him off completely. He never gave back a single thing he was “borrowing” from me (this is a separate list from what he stole, mind) and he smeared my name to everyone he could. He accused me of his own crimes, stole my gamecube (I got it back from the person he “gave” it to) and tried to turn my family against me by making up lies about me being a drug addict.

When the bridge was nuked out of existence, he brought his ex-marine stepdad to my house, forced our door open and demanded we return “his” things. They woke me up to do this, and I put in pretty much zero effort into giving him his things back for reasons that should be obvious, and made it very clear to him that if he came any further into my house I’d be calling the police.

Well.

Turns out there were a few things I forgot, and all of them met a bitter, bitter end.

On top of everything else, he directly, personally owed me $20, a sum I knew I’d never get back at this point. It wasn’t much, but I was unemployed and he wasn’t. I decided that the guitar amp he’d left behind was worth about $20 and gave it away.

Next was the toy guitar he’d had painted for him by someone who poured their heart and soul into decorating it only to have him mostly ignore it. Said guitar is in a landfill right now.

But the crown jewel was his tabletop book collection. Three books he inherited from the father he claimed to idolize despite saying almost nothing but awful things about him (“He died when he got drunk and got in a car accident. He was so awesome!”) and this asshole’s most prized possessions.

I considered a lot of things - burning, shredding, using them as fertilizer - but an opportunity presented itself I couldn’t ignore.

I had another friend who is even more into tabletop games than I am, and I gave them to said friend for free, on the condition he never sell them or give them away so long as he lived - so they could never make their way back to the asshole of assholes. He was cool with it.

Well.

A few months later, this friend of mine was involved in a stage production that required a book be torn apart live on stage as a prop.

Guess what books they used?