everyday scribbles


“Jakob! Are you having fun?”

“Lady Corrin, here you are! Would you like some tea?”

“Sigh… Jakob, you should enjoy the party and stop the butler job just for a while.”

“That is not possible! Serving Lady Corrin is my priority!”

Peter Parker Imagine

Requested: Anonymous

Imagine: can you write a peter parker imagine where you two are enemies in school, you two hate eachother and you see him everyday in and out of school because his parents are best friends with your parents. one day when you get home they call you and peter in and force you to two to go on a date, you just suck it up and go on it. as you went on the date, you two actually had a lot in common and at the end you two liked eachother. thanks! love ur writing ♥

A/N: thanks nonny! ♥

Warning: None

The teacher was blabbering about his usual lesson, it sometimes felt like it was the same lesson over and over everyday. You sat there, scribbling on the desk with your pencil, you were bored out of your mind, there was absolutely nothing to do. You were always bored as usual, mostly in science class, your least favorite place to be. And the subject wasn’t the reason you hated that class, it was your enemy, Peter Parker. As you were scribbling on the desk you suddenly feel something get shot at your head, and it was sticky.

You turn around, soon seeing a smirking Peter with a straw placed in his hand. You got out the thing in your hair, it a spitball. You were absolutely disgusted that you just touched something that came out of Peter’s mouth. Ew.

“Stop it.” you scowled, turning back around.

A few minutes passed, than another spitball came flying into your hair again.

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bubbleinspace  asked:

When the Frick is parapines Day, I know it's this week sometime.

oh…. oh my god… FOR SOME REASON I DIDNT GET ANY INBOX NOTIFS FROM MY MOBILE ;___; i was getting them from the tumblr messager, but not for asks?! ohh.. man… im so sorry for the late reply

and…. yeah… i… have just realized that it was parapines day this past saturday… holy crap ive been so scatterbrained lately, IM SO SORRY PARAPINES!!!

anonymous asked:

Can you teach me your ways of drawing senpai? I LOVE YOUR ART OMG

ahhh thank you so much! I don’t think I deserve to be called senpai though haha. But I’ll try my best to share what I’ve learnt over the past 2.5 years I’ve been here

Explanations provided under the cut! :D

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A Pinch of Salt

A/N; this is my second piece of writing it’s pretty long (3.1k words) and it involves Luke, it’s a best friend type thing, I hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed Just a Simple Love let me know what you think, and my requests are always open!

Regret. It’s what fills you every time you see them together. Why? In hindsight it should be you and him, not him and her.

It’s quite ironic really, considering throughout your entire life Luke had always fawned over you, he always remained infatuated by you, even though you had both agreed that friendship was forever to be kept one hundred percent platonic.

As children, Luke had eyes for you, even at such a young age, even at the point in his life where his innocence was at its prime. When all of the other boys ran away from you because ‘All girls have cooties’ Luke stayed by you. And that you were grateful for. That was what brought you so close together. He was always by your side.

At the age of thirteen, you both had began to mature in your own ways due to puberty of course, and both began to develop different feelings completely because of hormones. It was that summer you had your first kiss and of course the first person you had rushed to tell, even before all of your girl friends was Luke.

When you told him, he felt so low. He thought he’d be your first kiss and you his. But of course he was too late and would never admit his feelings. However to you at this moment in time looking back you can’t help but think that is the first thing you did to push him away from you romantically.

Nevertheless, Luke had still admired you after that.

In high-school, many had often mistaken the pair of you for a couple. Luke didn’t mind, but you certainly did. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed by their assumptions, I mean never, Luke had girls lining up at his door with the click of his fingers, but he never seemed to keep a steady girlfriend for longer than a few weeks.

You on the other-hand despite all the ‘gorgeous’ things many were able to remark about your appearance, you could never seem to catch a boyfriend either because everyone thought you were with Luke.

And clearly guys respect bro code more than ladies respect girl code because for the whole of freshman year, not one guy had asked you out thinking you were dating Luke, whilst God knows how many numbers were slipped into his locker everyday, with a message scribbled along the lines of 'Y/N doesn’t have to know ;)xx’. Disgusting.

Anyways it always bugged you when people assumed you were with Luke first and foremost because guys stayed away.

But eventually that changed in the middle of sophomore year when a football player, who had known you and Luke and was well aware you were not together had asked you out, and of course you said yes. This was the first guy who has asked you out since you could remember.

And not only were you ecstatic, you literally yelled in the middle of Luke’s bedroom “Finally! People won’t think we’re dating!” Oblivious to the fact that Luke’s heart was crumbling with sadness, while you were only acknowledging yourself, whilst also being proud of pulling such a popular guy.

Reminiscing, here is the second setback of yours and Luke’s 'maybe more than friends’ relationship. God you were so stupid. Yet, Luke continued his dreams of you and him even though others were beginning to brake through to you.

By senior year, you had your average share of boyfriends and breakups for a typical teenage girl, whilst Luke remained without a girlfriend. You just thought he was not that type of guy, who wanted to be tied down and you established that hey, he maybe just has commitment issues? Right, because he did have his fair share of one night stands with plenty of cheerleaders, and other hot girls.

So by the time prom rolled around, you had just finished with your boyfriend at the time (unintentionally) and you were left dateless with just three days to go.

Without a doubt when you went to Luke for comfort, internally he was jumping for joy because this was a golden opportunity for you guys to cross the 'platonic’ walls of your friendship.

Therefore despite already having a date, Luke asked you anyway, and you were actually considering. But at the end of the day you didn’t feel right doing it because;
1. Luke already asked someone else, therefore they’d be in your position and that’s horrible.
2. You guys are friends and let’s face it, we all know in depth what happens after prom, and no way could you go there with him, not only because you weren’t attracted to him sexually, but because of how he’s treated other girls who he’s slept with. Which is ignoring them once he’s bored. And you are not that girl.
3. Lastly, he deserves to have a good time with a girl he could potentially end up with.

So that night you called him up and told him politely that you were declining, it just wasn’t fair. Luckily for you the head of the football team, Lance something, who you can’t even remember the name of now apparently was waiting for a chance to get with you since junior year. So it all worked out in retrospect from your point of view. You went with Lance and Luke with Holly, and yes you did enjoy it a lot more than you had expected.

However from Luke’s perspective he had just been rejected by you again, and you didn’t even realise the effect it had on him. And here it is, after looking down the line, this happened to be the third time you had cut ties on being intimate with Luke. And little did you know it destroyed him.

Then there was the night before he left to tour for the first ever time. You were both hiding in his bedroom, both near tears because everyday for the past fourteen years you had seen each other and that was about to dramatically change.

He was your best friend, your go to guy, the person to rely on, the insight to a male brain and your understanding as to why boys were boys. Of course you were going to miss him.

As you were both eighteen, there was alcohol involved that night (haha no one could stop you now !!) and you were both effectively touched by it. You guys went from giggling, to hysterically laughing to crying and then hysterically crying when reliving your childhood memories because realistically you were both adults now and it took Luke leaving for you both to realise that.

Like most people in drunken states you resulted in deep talks about everything from stupid topics of why cows could potentially save the planet to talks about where your lives were going and ironically love.

“Do you ever think you could love me?”

You remember those words slip from his mouth, and you didn’t even think twice about your answer because you’re best friends after all.

“Luke of course I love you. You’re my best friend I’m always gonna love you regardless. That is unless you forget about me when you are away being a rockstar” You giggled as you spoke, again the alcohol hitting you, but you were speaking from your heart.

Ladies and gentlemen, here we have it, number four of Y/N’s Unknown attempts at shattering Luke’s dreams, and heart for that matter. This wasn’t the response he hoped for, but he still 'took it with a pinch of salt’; a common saying that you would always say to him when he was sulking over something silly and continued to love you in both ways. As a friend and as a lover despite your obvious objection to romance.

After that came Luke’s brothers wedding which your entire family were invited to. It’d been just over a year since you had last seen Luke after visiting him on tour. You had kept in contact through your phones obviously, texting, face-timing and of course you had kept your snap streak (234 days).

But this was the first time you had seen each other in the flesh in a year due to your constant uni schedule and Luke’s new rockstar lifestyle.

Luke and you were both twenty at the time and over the past year Luke had kept up his typical ways with girls, and you just kept falling in and out of relationships. The usual.

He genuinely thought he was over you. Obviously, he liked all of your insta photos, seen your face on snapchat and face time weekly but damn. When you walked into the wedding reception with a violet number that hugged your curves in all the right ways, he had just fallen all over again. And it was evident to everyone around him but you, of course.

As soon as you had seen him you ran to him, despite wearing heels and engulfed him in a huge hug. He felt his stomach erupt with butterflies, like he was sixteen again. Above all he felt content. You too were overwhelmed not only because you were finally reunited, but because he had changed. In a good way. He looked fantastic in his black tux and finally he had gotten rid of that damn quiff.

“You clean up well Hemmings” You spoke smirking. And that he just brushed off, even though inside he was going insane. And it was evident when Calum teased him later with the same saying, mocking you of course all while his cheeks tinged a bright shade of red.

The wedding was great, you had a magnificent catch up, danced a little, talked to others you hadn’t seen in a while and got drunk off your asses.

Luke told you that you could stay at the hotel in his room when your parents had retired home so you could have more time together and certainly you took him up on that offer.

So at about three in the morning, both embarrassingly drunk, the pair of you stumbled up to Luke’s floor, your heels in hand with a few killer blisters on your feet. You were too drunk to care though, and stopped outside his room. That night you were definitely flirting, something came over you. Was it how good he looked in a tux? Was it his new hairstyle? Was it the other guests asking (jokingly) had Luke proposed to you yet? Knowing you were life long friends. You don’t know. All you do know was that night you were insanely horny and extremely attracted to Luke for the first time in your life. Maybe it was just lust, maybe it was something more, who knows.

“Did I tell you how good you looked tonight?” Luke smugly announced, smirking down at you whilst rapping his arms around your waist. “Yes, twelve times if I remember correctly” you giggled, rolling your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He blushed nudging your nose with his and touching your foreheads together. It was then he glanced at your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again and before you knew it, you were both leaning in wanting more.

The next morning you woke up, and noticed quite a number of things.
1. A pounding headache.
2. You were not wearing any clothes.
3. Luke was lying next to you.
4. Luke was not wearing any clothes either.
And then you realised you did the unforgivable. You slept with your best friend. Memories began to flood your mind of the night before. It was actually you who insisted and not him.

“Shit Shit Shit Shit!!” You whisper yelled. How did you let this happen? How did you let your lust over take your morals? Is this really happening?

Then it occurred to you, you’re best friends, which means platonic, which means Luke also fucked up because he doesn’t have feelings for you. At least he shouldn’t anyway you thought.

By now Luke had awakened grinning at you. “Why the fuck are you smiling at me like that. This isn’t funny Luke. This should never have happened.” Ding ding ding here is number five on how to ruin a potential relationship.

Quickly his grin turned into a frown and he agreed with you that no one should ever find out about this, wanting to keep you happy. But he was breaking inside. He lied to you. He was never going to tell you his true feelings now. He had given himself to you in every single way and that still wasn’t enough. He made his feelings very obvious but you were blind to any attraction he had towards you.

Which takes us to now. Luke had invited you to L.A for a few weeks to have a taste of his new lifestyle. You’re now both twenty four. You just finished your degree and he just finished the bands fourth album. Life’s been treating him well whilst the complete opposite for you.

Academically you were doing well. On the contrary things at home weren’t good, your parents had divorced, which Luke was aware of and helped you through too. Your love life was collapsing. You had been with a guy for two years, but broke up a few months ago and had no romantic involvement with anyone since. But that’s just life isn’t it? Eventually things will pick up for you, hopefully.

You’ve kept in touch, and have seen each other on numerous occasions since the wedding, it has been four years for Gods sake.

The first few encounters were awkward, but eventually it blew over and no one ever found out, that Luke promised you.

Currently you are in a club, out with the boys to celebrate some L.A persons birthday who you don’t even know, but hey it’s a night out. You go home tomorrow and sadly you don’t exactly want to.

You see, this time with Luke things are different. You’ve started to see him in a different light. Not your lanky, dorky best friend but more of a crazy confident, handsome, kind guy. You’d be lying if you said you were not catching feelings this time round and as of now they were very over bearing. Maybe these feelings were there all along, you had just never realised.

He lost the lip ring, the band shirts he’d often wear to clubs and had a new hairstyle. However he also has a girlfriend now. And you are in fact very jealous

Until this point you thought you could keep your feelings to yourself since you arrived, however your mood when he was dancing with her was very off and Luke and the boys noticed. You thought you could contain yourself but you couldn’t. “I’m gonna go get some air.” You said to Ashton who gave you a sympathetic smile.

You had a few minutes to yourself out back before Luke had followed you out, restlessly trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“Cut the crap Y/N, you’ve been acting weird since you came here, and even weirder tonight. What’s up?” He asked rather aggressively which startled you a bit. Probably the alcohol you assumed.

“I- uh- I’m kind of just tired” you mumbled, eyes looking everywhere but at him but he wasn’t convinced.

“Tired!?” He chuckled, rather smugly and this you did not like, he was making you nervous. “You’ve fallen for me.” He blurted out, proudly.

“What!?” You yelled in disbelief how did he know?

“You think I don’t know Y/N? The way you look at me, it’s how I’ve been looking at you for years. You just never cared enough to notice.” He spat. “When we were kids, I always stuck with you, middle school, the exact same, even though you rejected me so many bloody times. I even stuck by you then.” He shook his head, almost as if he was realising something. “Then came high school and boy, freshman year I couldn’t have been happier, people thought we were a thing, I pied off so many girls in the hopes you may have noticed me but you didn’t. Hell, you didn’t even flinch when girls were sending me letters in my lockers, clearly shading you. Do you know how much that tortured me!? And then, then there was prom. Fuck Y/N, I offered to take you when I had a date myself. Who even does that? Oh, yeah, me because I used to think you were the best thing in the world.” He scoffed, shaking his head again.

All the while you were being hit with all of your past from someone else’s perspective and his actions were beginning to be understood from your point of view. You couldn’t help but cry. Warm tears hopelessly fell from your pleading eyes.

“And then, you completely shut me down. With your 'Platonic’ shit. Remember that night before I left for tour? And then just when I thought I was over you, the wedding happened and man did you really over do it then.”

“Luke that wasn’t just me” you pleaded holding back a sob. “You came onto me too.” You argued back.

“No Y/N don’t turn this around on me. Yeah I came onto you, and you to me, but then before we actually did it you practically begged me to because 'Luke please I need you’ even though I knew we were both drunk and even said to you we shouldn’t. But you still insisted and I went with it because I thought it was what you wanted. But of course it fucking wasn’t, because the next morning you nearly had a stroke when you seen me. And it was then I realised you used me to get yourself off. That is so twisted. You led me on, and don’t you dare deny it.” He was shouting at you whilst you were drowning in your own pool of tears, not just because you have clearly lost your best friend for good, but because you treated him so badly without even apologising.

“You had no consideration for my feelings. Not once after all these years. And now that I’ve finally moved on, got my shit together and at long last got over you, you finally opened your own eyes and you come running back to me?” You stood there, ashamed of yourself. What he was saying was true. How could you be so damn stupid. “I don’t love you anymore. Not in that way. Not in anyway.”

Regret. He gets it too. What could have been isn’t. “You gotta take it with a pinch of salt Y/N” and with that he went back inside, leaving you in floods of tears. This was all your doing, not his.