friends may want to kill me

Okay can I say,

Number one, the way Dean is treating Jack kills me. I just want Dean to adopt the little bean.

But.

The more I think about it, the more it kind of makes sense. Over the years Most of the people Sam and Dean have taken in, and cared about have died. Charlie, and Kevin, now They lost Cas, Dean’s best friend, and his mom. Even Crowley and Rowena (he may not have been super attached to them, but he still knew them).

Everyone Dean becomes attached to either dies or leaves him. And he is still dealing with their deaths, the most recent ones. And that’s hard, and like any true Winchester, he can’t express grief in a healthy way.

Also Jack is the son of the archangel who killed Cas, and to his knowledge Mary. So maybe seeing Jack reminds Dean of what Lucifer did? He just sees the murderer of his family.

Or.

Maybe he doesn’t want to get attached because he doesn’t want to feel the pain of losing someone else he cares about. So he feels that this way, if Jack does turn evil, or is killed, it won’t hurt as much.


I could just be overthinking it, but these are just some thoughts.

Hamilton as things people in my math tutoring class have said

Hamilton : i may have fucked up but thats just how i roll. 

Eliza : is there a target sign on my heart or something? honestly i feel so walmarted

Angelica : Girls just want to destroy the patriarchy and kill all men. 

Peggy : Sometimes people don’t tag me on instagram and I wonder if I even exist. 

Laurens : once my best friend asked me if i was gay and i kind of just ran away

Hercules : i am hardcore and a badass! *panting as they reach the top of the two steps of stairs*

Lafayette : yeah i speak french. baguette baguette bitch 

Jefferson : bitch I’m fabulous and my weave rock harder then dwayne johnson *wearing orange peels on head*

Madison : today i was going to wear a sweater, yeah. but i didnt. 

Washington : I may not be your father but you damn well better know that I- ooh are those grapes? 

Maria : what boyfriend? *laughs nervously*

Phillip : daddy im dead. pow pow. 

Burr : maybe if i just stare at the paper and not reveal my true intentions- the answer will appear. 

° ✧ SUPERHERO SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ I’m here to fight for truth, and justice, and the American way. ❜
❛ You wanna get nuts? Come on! Let’s get nuts! ❜
❛ I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you. ❜
❛ Give me a scotch. I’m starving. ❜
❛ Our ancestors called it magic but you call it science. ❜
❛ I come from a land where they are one and the same. ❜
❛ This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I’m _______. ❜
❛ Cats come when they feel like it. Not when they’re told. ❜
❛ How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up if I have to shut up? ❜
❛ I don’t know the meaning of the word “quit”. ❜
❛ You can’t trap justice! It’s an idea, a BELIEF! ❜
❛ Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded… ❜
❛ He may have my soul but he doesn’t have my spirit. ❜
❛ Didn’t I kill you already? ❜
❛ Thirty hours of pain all at once, all for you. ❜
❛ I have something to give you. I don’t want it anymore. ❜ 
❛ And some day, when he’s needed, we will see him again. ❜
❛ Listen to me very carefully, my friend: Killing will not bring you peace. ❜
❛ Wise man say forgiveness is divine, but never pay full price for late pizza. ❜
❛ You get hurt, hurt ‘em back. You get killed… walk it off. ❜
❛ Some men just want to watch the world burn. ❜
❛ I believe there’s a hero in all of us. ❜
❛ Because he’s the hero this city deserves, but not the one it needs right now. ❜  
❛ So, we’ll hunt him, because he can take it.  ❜
❛ With great power comes great responsibility. ❜
❛ Would you rather die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain? ❜
❛ That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. ❜
❛ You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about in the news? ❜
❛ Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up. ❜
❛ Beneath this mask there is an idea. ❜  
❛ You will give the people an ideal to strive towards. ❜
❛ They will kill you if they get the chance. Do not give them that chance. ❜
❛ At least I’ve chosen a side. ❜
❛ You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?  ❜
❛ Oh, no… this is Earth… isn’t it? ❜
❛ Dead or alive, you are coming with me. ❜
❛ Sometimes you gotta run before you can walk. ❜
❛ Let’s put a smile on that face. ❜
❛ Sorry about the window folks, I kinda misjudged the landing. ❜
❛ There is you. There is I. There is no we. ❜
❛ It’s not who I am, but what I do that defines me. ❜
❛ Peace was never an option. ❜
❛ You won’t kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness. ❜
❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜
❛ Sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. ❜
❛ You’re making me angry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry. ❜
❛ Big man in a suit of amour. Take that off, what are you? ❜
❛ They can’t be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. ❜
❛ But you’re a Superhero! They always get the girl, right? ❜
❛ Aren’t you curious about how I get around so fast? ❜
❛ That is why I show you my work! That is why you are here! ❜
❛ You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker. ❜
❛ Remember? Your little “accident” in the laboratory…? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you kill me? I would’ve killed you in an instant. Answer me! ❜
❛ Remember to chisel that into my tombstone. ❜
❛ What happened to you? How did you become this? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, Point Break. You’ve got a mean swing. ❜
❛ Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others. ❜
❛ You put those people together, you can’t expect what’s going to happen… ❜
❛ A hero? Like you? ❜
❛ Put on the suit. ❜
❛ Have you got a suit? ❜
❛ Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break! ❜
❛ The world has gotten even stranger than you already know. ❜
❛ We will not stand by as evil wipes out billions of innocent lives. ❜
❛ If we’re gonna work together you might wanna try trusting me a little bit. ❜
❛ I would be grateful to die surrounded by my friends. ❜
❛ If you kill me, you’re gonna miss the biggest score you’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ But everyone has a weakness. And a weakness can be leveraged. ❜
❛ My job is to keep you alive until you die. You understand that? ❜
❛ Devils don’t come from hell beneath us. No, they come from the sky. ❜
❛ Next time they shine your light in the sky, don’t go to it. ❜
❛ How many good guys are left? How many stayed that way? ❜
❛ Is it stealing if you steal from another thief? ❜
❛ Whatever you do, wherever you go, I will be watching you. ❜
❛ No matter how many times you save the world, it always manages to get back in jeopardy again. ❜
Marauders Preference: How they would react when it’s their girlfriend’s time of the month

Requested by anon

Originally posted by stagdogwolfandrat

Remus would be amazing because, let’s face it, he’s the human manifestation of boyfriend goals. Also, he knows what it’s like to have a monthly curse that makes you want to kill people, so he’d be really sympathetic and sweet. If you wanted to spend seven hours cuddling on the sofa, then he’ll do that. If you need someone to yell and rant at, then he’ll sit and listen until you’re done. He probably gives amazing back rubs, and when you’re feeling emotionally drained he’ll hold you and play with your hair until you fall asleep. Like I said, he’s boyfriend goals

Originally posted by heart-ablaze

Sirius would overreact big time.

He would act as if it was the last week of your life; he would get you anything he thought you might need (even if you didn’t actually need anything), he’d constantly be asking if you were comfortable or in pain or breathing, and whenever you showed any signs of discomfort he would visibly wince. You would have to remind him a few times that it’s you who’s on their period, not him

Originally posted by scrapbookofmarauders

James has a little sister who he looks after during her time of the month and you can all fight me on this.

He’s already an expert on how to make an angry hormonal girl laugh and smile, and he’s totally up for getting supplies for you. He’ll sit outside by the lake with you (because he knows the common room gets stuffy and uncomfortable), and he’ll literally do anything to distract you; he’ll tell stories, plan pranks, offer to kill people who’re annoying you, anything. Usually you just ask him to cuddle with you, but you may take him up on the killing thing someday

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Peter would probably sell you out to Voldemort or something because that’s what he usually does when his friends need him

A/N: If you want to request a post like this or give me feedback, my ask is here!

Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

 PART 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now 

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1566

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N  Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…

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Why Tony Stark deserves better
  • When he realised his equipment was causing so much damage, he chose to change direction, even when everyone was telling him he was “crazy” from the kidnapping, but apparently he’s “selfish”
  • He said that he “shouldn’t be alive” and that’s why he wanted to change and do something different with his life
  • He had nightmares after NY (where Steve told him it was a one-way trip and he nearly died), suffered from PTSD, but of course no one cares about these minor details, and JARVIS died as well, but again, who cares?? It’s not like they knew how important Jarvis was
  • Steve actually stood there, saying “you’re keeping secrets from me, I can’t believe this”, and then he goes onto NOT tell Tony that Bucky killed his parents, which, because he’s not thick, he knows is something Tony is extremely sensitive about, but apparently this is all in the past and we shouldn’t focus on that
  • Tony says he’ll help Steve, and then finds out about his parents, and tries to kill Bucky, but apparently he should’ve ‘controlled himself’ and ‘over-reacted’, because you know, it’s just a video showing his parents getting murdered by the person he’s standing right next to, no biggie
  • Let’s talk about shithead Clint saying you should “watch your back” with Tony because “there’s a chance he’ll break it”, where he’s referring to Rhodey. Really? And Natasha’s whole double-agent thing. So Tony was the one being being too violent? Tell me more.
  • And it’s sad that Peter was sent home, because when Tony recruited him, he was probably like “oh we’ll just try and stop them with a friendly fight” but nah, because TeamCap doesn’t care and Steve wants to crush Peter with a truck, and paralyse Rhodey in the process
  • Because Steve, who awoke after 70 years, thinks he knows everything and knows that those 117 countries are the ones that are wrong, and this gives him the right to do whatever he wants, with no regards to any consequences, because apparently he can never be wrong
  • Because Steve, the righteous person he is, had the decency to send Tony a letter saying “I’m sorry, but not really because everyone likes ME now, so call us if you need us, I guess I’ll drop by, because see? I’m a giving person.”
  • Even that line - “I don’t want you roaming around by yourself” like Steve, kindly gtfo, you missed the “because I decided to breakup the Avengers because I’m better than everyone else and I know what’s best for everyone even though 117 countries may disagree”.
  • Steve didn’t deserve the shield. The “Howard made it for Steve, not Tony” excuse is bs, because YES, I’m sure if Howard was there and knew Steve’s friend was gonna murder him and nearly kill his son he’d say “well, I guess I made it for you, so sure, take it.” Uh huh. UH HUHHH
  • Tony was dropping Peter off, joking around with him, making video vlogs, because he didn’t want to tell him that his best friend nearly killed him - and he tried his best to keep him out of trouble, prepare him for anything (+ the training wheels protocol thing), even if it meant taking the suit, because he said that “if you die, it’s on me” but nah, he’s a bad role model and only cares about himself.
  • Aaand lastly, did Tony not try, and try, and try, to find a middle ground? He was there telling Steve to sign or do something, but nah, that thickhead was like “soz can’t do it, don’t even wanna consider it”, but sure, it was Tony who betrayed everyone, because he didn’t warn them about what would happen if they…you know…broke the damn law

I could go on, but you get the point. 

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I….have….a self-insert au with @omelette-douche-fromage;; u may kill me now ha ha ha

I have this entire plot of merged routes ahah, I linked zen’s and seven’s routes together via saeran crashing into the apartment. 

@mysplaced-pen, @therfasquad, @reluctantrfamember, @cynnicynni, @vess-hs do u guys want a drawing of you and your favorite characters? It’s the least I could do for being awesome friends!!!

Happy (A Boyf Riends One-Shot)

Notes: I spent FOREVER on this. And I know it’s very clunky at parts. But I hope you enjoy this.

WARNING: LOTS OF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS

Michael always thought that you should be happy with yourself and who you are. Who cared what other people thought? As long as you, yourself, was happy. Why the hell did it matter?

Which he knew that this kind of out-look on life wasn’t shared by his best friend. But Michael understood. It’s easy to see what others think and ignore yourself. That didn’t mean that Michael didn’t try to change that.

So what? They were losers. Weren’t well liked, weren’t popular. To Michael he was just happy to be himself and to have Jeremy. Jeremy was the best person in the world. Michael knew that the day that Jeremy defended him all those years ago.

Michael could always be himself around Jeremy. That he could tell Jeremy anything. Jeremy didn’t care that Michael was living by himself, that he was gay, or that he was Filipino. So in turn, Michael accepted himself.

But when Jeremy fell out of the formula, Michael didn’t expect that the equation would break completely.

Jeremy got what he wanted, his own formula, the squib. Jeremy had gotten what he wanted. And Michael couldn’t lie with the fact that he was glad that Jeremy was happy.

Jeremy was better off without him? So be it. Michael could live with that. Michael could live with being the loser. But as the days went on. He would periodically check his phones for texts. Weeks, he would somehow show up to his house after school before turning back. Months of him just trying to TALK TO-

So, it turns out being the loser wasn’t as great without someone being one with you. Michael always considered himself lucky to have a friend as cool as Jeremy. But it looked like that luck ran out for him.

It always seemed to do that.

Now, Michael doing research wasn’t because he thought Jeremy would come back to him. Well, mostly. He knew Jeremy was changing himself. To be chill. And those moments when Jeremy looked like a single bit like himself, there would be a second of shock. Then Jeremy would be sitting straighter, voice lowering, and barely have his eyes open. Not giving a care about the world around him.

He also began to notice Jeremy not eating as much as he used to. Sure, Michael was barely at lunch or the rest of the day anymore (spending it at 7/11 rather than sitting next to a lab partner who ignored you sounded a lot better). But was it possible for Jeremy to get any skinner than he was?

So it started with just asking once, curiously, cautiously, on a server. But then it grew, the stories, the news articles. It was all there. No more bullshitting. Michael didn’t care anymore about having his best friend back. He just wanted him ALIVE AND-

Well, it never seems to work that way. Sneaking to the party? Easy. But talking to Jeremy again was the hardest thing he had to do. And no preparation could’ve helped him with what happened.

“Get out of my way.”

“Or what?”

“Move out of my way. Loser.”

Loser.

With a capital L.

A title.

He was no longer Michael, no longer His Favorite Person, no longer Player One.

Loser.

Michael used to always think you should be happy with yourself. But what was even the point if not even your best friend liked you anymore?

He wished that he burned along with the house.

He wished that the firefighters hadn’t find him.

He wished that Jeremy would’ve came to see if he was even alright.

If Michael died, maybe someone would give a damn.

But Michael didn’t die, but he tried. The burns covered his arms, they didn’t even look natural anymore. It didn’t really matter though, his arms were already ugly enough before.

But he was surprised to see Rich at the hospital the day that Michael was allowed to go home. Rich was a mess. He looked around nervously, his body tensing several times a minute, despite being in a full cast. Michael could see all the pain in his eyes, his face.

Michael then remembered his Mountain Dew Red, the one he had brought with him to the party. For Jeremy. Still in his pocket.

He remembered walking in, Rich looking at him with panic in his eyes. Michael took off the cap.

“Rich, I know it’s hard for you right now. But I NEED you to swallow this.” Michael said. Rich looked at the bottle, and nodded frantically.

Michael slowly poured the soda into Rich’s mouth. He knew he needed more based on how long he had his Squip. Drinking half the bottle, before his head snapping down. Michael almost freaking out when Rich let out a huge yell. He backed away as nurses came to check on him, taking this as his opportunity to leave.

Michael hoped Jeremy wouldn’t end up like that.

Michael didn’t care for the medicine they gave him. Let his arms rot. It’s nothing compared to what he feels already. It didn’t really matter anyway.

It turns out that no one knew that it was him who was left in the house that night. More people were focused on Rich and about him not being drunk when he set the place on fire. Really, Michael didn’t give them a reason to notice. He showed up to school that next Monday morning, big red hoodie covering his new burns. Jeremy didn’t spare him even a look. Michael didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.

But somehow despite his ignorance to his medicine, they already healed within two weeks. Well, healed to be scars a color paling to his skin that he knew would be there forever. But as he stared at his horrid limbs, he saw the almost ruined pacman tattoo. He was surprised to even see it intact. But faded, and holes in the yellow face.

Michael knew that Jeremy always wore those long sleeves to cover his half. Who knows, he might’ve gotten it removed by now. Michael wouldn’t be surprised. It was all just pointless now. The tattoo, the video games, their friendship, his silly little-

No. It was all worthless. Worthless to Jeremy. Worthless to him. So worthless… y'know? Michael was tired of looking at it, his arms were damaged enough anyway. While he was at it, needed to burn some stuff too.

But Michael didn’t expect to see Jeremy’s dad. He didn’t know how he knew but he just, he had to get rid of it, rid of all of it. Rid of all the memories, the emotions, the feelings. He had to get rid of-

Jeremy.

God, Michael just knew that he loved that boy more he could ever love himself. He had to get up, get his pants on. He knew that maybe Jeremy would never feel the same. But Michael had to support him.

Michael kept one new bottle of Mountain Dew Red with him. Even as he walked into the auditorium, sitting in the front row. Michael wasn’t looking forward to him trying to talk to Jeremy again after the show. But he was excited to see Jeremy in the show. He bet Jeremy would be great. This was pretty good for a school play.

Too good.

Jeremy!

Before Michael had time to think about what he was doing, he got out of his seat and ran to one of the doors that led backstage. He couldn’t help but shout to his appearance, was he high? Maybe. But Jeremy’s face and hearing his own name on Jeremy’s lips. Made Michael the happiest he had been in months.

But Michael didn’t expect Jeremy to run after him. He thought he was gonna get one of Jeremy’s special hugs that Michael hadn’t had in so long and-

“Look out!” He heard Jeremy yell. He snapped out of his thoughts as he moved to see that Jeremy was trying to push him.

“Dude! What the hell?” Michael questioned.

“It’s my Squip dude!” Michael didn’t know how happy hearing the word ‘dude’ could make him.

“What do you want me to do?” Michael asked.

“Get me to drink it! Force it!” Jeremy yelled coming closer. His walk, however, was powerful unlike Jeremy. The way Jeremy’s body held himself scared Michael to taking a step back. But Jeremy grabbed his arm. Michael winced, almost dropping the bottle, pain shooting up him as Jeremy’s hand held him in tight grip.

“Michael? What’s wro-” but suddenly Jeremy’s face stopped. It was his face, but Jeremy wasn’t there. This face was confident, sneaky, and not anyone Michael had seen before.

“So, it was you. I had my suspicions, but best friend killing himself over a fight? A little cliche if you ask me.” The voice, it wasn’t Jeremy’s. Michael almost had tears coming out from the pain he was in.

“Y-you bastard.” Michael muttered.

“Imma cut you a deal. If you drop that bottle, I’ll give you what you want. Everything you wish for.” The voice said.

“W-wish?” Michael asked.

“Ah, Michael, Michael. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I may have had Jeremy blocking you, but I could see it. You love him.” Michael didn’t say anything, he needed to focus.

“I can give him to you.” Focus. Pull away, you need to save him-

“Michael.” Suddenly, everything was frozen. It was his voice. In that tone that Jeremy used when he talked about-

“Michael.” His face, so relaxed. So happy to be here. With him. The grip on his arm loosing. Another hand coming up to his face.

“Mikey, I…” That nickname, he hadn’t used it since they were kids! He didn’t know that he missed it so much!-

“I love you.” God. I was like everything Michael hoped for. Wanted. Dreamed.

“Jer…” Michael didn’t notice the many tears streaming down his face.

“Put the bottle down Michael… lets go get stoned in your basement!” He smiled, his grin… it was… off. It wasn’t as big. His eyes, almost too green and not enough blue. His hand on his cheek not having the slightest of shakiness.

This. Wasn’t Jeremy.

And it broke Michael’s heart in more ways than one.

“Mikey…?” It sounded so confused and worried…

Michael brought his hand to Jeremy’s. Held it, trying to memorize the feeling. It warmth. “I’m so sorry Jer-Bear… God, you almost lost me.”

“Michael?”

But before anyone knew it, Michael twisted the cap off took Jeremy by the neck and put the bottle to his lips. Michael stared forcefully into Jeremy’s eyes.

“Jeremy! If you can hear me!! Swallow it!!!” He felt Jeremy’s hands take his arm again. Squeezing it tightly as Michael let out a yell of pain.

“Jer!! C'mon!! I know you are in there! Snap out of it!!!!” Jeremy’s eyes for that slight second flickered blue as he heard Jeremy swallow, then going limp.

Taking the bottle from his lips. Both of them collapsing, Jeremy on top of Michael. Then, Jeremy shooting straight up, and like many other students letting off a scream. All Michael do was hold Jeremy close before the ambulance came to get him.

The couple of days that Jeremy was in the hospital, Michael didn’t want to see him. All the guilt. God, he almost let everyone get Squipped because of his silly little crush.

God, he didn’t deserve to live.

But his legs carried him to his room anyway. To see him. He wanted to hold that hand again. But he couldn’t. Jeremy, Squiped or not, had a better life without him. But the one day that Jeremy woke up, Michael couldn’t resist coming over.

“Dude, what happened?” Jeremy asked.

What happened indeed, Michael needed to skip that part. “Oh man, it was genius! They were communicating with each other - they were linked! Which means… when you consider the kind of high frequency sonic disturbance needed to wipe a system that powerful…”

“Michael. My head still hurts.” Oh. Maybe not that much detail.

“Right, ah… turns out we didn’t have to destroy every Squip. Just the one. And the rest… boom boom boom!” Michael said imitating explosions. Hoping to make Jeremy at least smile.

Jeremy didn’t, he looked at Michael with a confused look that made Michael question if he was remembering what happened.

“I don’t get it. After everything I did…” Michael’s hand immediately went to his arm to rub it softly. He could still feel each scar through his sweater. “You were still there for me. Why?”

Because I love you.

“I can’t take all the credit.” Michael forced himself to say. “Your dad can be shockingly persuasive.”

“My dad?”

Michael was glad to see Jeremy’s dad wearing pants. Having a serious discussion with his son until…

“… Who is this Christine person?”

Right. Christine.

The one, Jeremy, he…

Right.

“H-hey Jer? M-Mr. Heere? I g-gotta go.”

“What? Where?” Jeremy asked, surprised.

Michael took a deep breath, and gave a smile. “I’ll see you later Jer.” And walked out before anyone could stop him.

Michael was surprised on how easily the school could fix itself. How just a week later, it was like nothing ever happened. Sometimes Michael wished he could do that.

And he could, he had to. This is Jeremy’s first day back. Just be Michael Mell.

“Michael!” He turned to see him, Jeremy wearing his favorite sweater and shirt. It made Michael very happy inside.

“Jeremy! My man, how you feeling?” Michael asked. The way that Jeremy’s face lit up, Michael knew he must’ve been doing something right.

And he was.

They were friends again. And it was like nothing changed. Well, almost. Jeremy still liked to hangout with the cool kids. Which was fine, Jeremy was not on the bottom anymore. Michael was happy about that. But he couldn’t deny that he was much happier with the fact that Jeremy mostly just spent time with him. Like when they decided to play video games almost every day after school.

“And I think Brooke and Chole are thing? I don’t really know.” Jeremy did like to talk about the cool kids. Michael didn’t really mind… but he just didn’t know what to say about it.

“Then… um… go ask if they are dating? Or ask Jake and Rich? I don’t know what to tell you dude.” Michael said.

“I guess you are right. But, I don’t wanna be rude.” Jeremy being nervous was a welcoming sight for Michael. He was glad that he was back to normal.

“C'mon dude, they’re your friends. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Michael said putting a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder in comfort. Jeremy smiled his small smile that made Michael’s heart beat slightly faster.

“Hey, there having this celebration that Rich is finally getting out of the hospital. Wanna come?” Jeremy asked.

Michael pulled his arm back, and turned to pick up a controller. “I don’t know Jer, I not really friends with them.” He shrugged.

“Rich likes you. He… said that you helped him.” Jeremy said.

“Oh…” Michael remembered the memory coming back. “Yeah, it was the least I could do. I had a bottle on me and-”

“Why were you at the hospital?” Jeremy asked, he seemed nervous to ask. As if this was something he was meaning to ask before.

“I… was just…” Michael tried to find some excuse.

“Michael…” Jeremy said.

It was almost like when he said it when-

“Was what the Squip said true?” Michael froze. The controller going ridged in his hands.

“Y-you remember that?” He asked.

“Michael.” No, he couldn’t get distracted, he had to…

“J-jer, I was j-just there. I helped him out. E-end of story.”

“Mikey…” Michael felt himself freeze again.

“D-don’t use t-that name against me J-jer. D-don’t.” Michael said as he put the controller down with shaky hands. He then stood up from the bean bag.

“I’ll g-go get s-some food ok?”

“Michael, no.” Suddenly Jeremy stood up and grabbed his arm. It wasn’t tight, but Michael still let out a hiss mixed of the slight pain and surprise.

“Michael? What happened? What aren’t you telling me?!” Jeremy said.

“Jeremy, it’s not your problem. It’s just my stupid-” but before Michael could say more, Jeremy lifted the sleeve of his hoodie and-

“Oh god.” He only lifted it to his elbow. But you could clearly see the damage.

The scars from the fire and the scars from his pocket knife that he kept now in his room. Jeremy gently held his arm.

“Please tell me that this… is the worse of it.” Jeremy pleaded. God he was so innocent. Taking his left arm, no. That was the one that didn’t have…

Michael’s tears then leaked out. Man, was he that weak? To hurt himself just because his best friend called him a… a…

“You remember… they mentioned someone being in the house… after the…”

“Michael, you didn’t-”

Michael looked to the floor.

“Michael, tell me the Squip was lying! Y-you were locked in there! Y-you weren’t t-trying to…”

Michael swallowed.

“Oh god Michael.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What the hell do you have to sorry for!?” Jeremy looked into Michael’s eyes. Tears spilling out, if only Michael had just-

“God damn it, this is all my fault!” Jeremy said, looking to his arm.

“Jeremy, it was my-”

“Let me see the rest of them.”

Michael held a breath, but knew he couldn’t deny the request.

Michael took his arm away from Jeremy, to zip down his red hoodie to reveal only a black tank top. Taking off his hoodie.

Now Michael couldn’t deny his slightly muscled arms. But that didn’t matter, they were destroyed with the pale scars that now decorated his body. And the darker scars that more towards his wrist. He held them out to his best friend for 12 years. He looked to the ground, nor bearing with the look that Jeremy probably had on his face.

Michael felt Jeremy’s warm hands caress his right arm. He knew that he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. All that was left would be the bits of yellow of what pacman used to be.

He the warmth disappear but could feel Jeremy walk between his arms until Michael could see Jeremy’s shoes only a couple inches from his. He then felt a warm hand on his cheek. He brought his eyes to Jeremy’s face as Jeremy’s other hand grabbed his hand.

Michael still had tears streaming down his cheeks to his neck, but Jeremy didn’t seem to care.

“I’m sorry.” Jeremy whispered.

“It was my mistake Jer, I did this to myself.” Michael said quietly. Bringing his other hand to where Jeremy’s was. Holding it.

“But I called you a-”

“Don’t say it. Please.”

“…”

“But, I’m sorry.” Michael said.

“What could you even be sorry for?” Jeremy asked with a hallow chuckle.

“I almost… dropped the soda Jer. I almost caused the freaking apocalypse.” Michael took a deep breath. “Just because he was saying all those things.”

“Michael…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I-I thought it was so easy-”

“Why would you ever think that?!” Michael gripped Jeremy’s hands slightly. “You calling me that, in the same voice that you use when you talk about…”

“About?”

“Christine.” Jeremy was silent. “Jeremy I couldn’t handle it, I would’ve done it. Believed him. Saying that I could have you. God… I’m so selfish. You even said that you…”

“Michael…”

“You said that you loved me.” Michael whispered. “I could’ve thrown everything away just because you said that. God Jer. I’m so pathetic.” He loosened his hold so he could pull his hand away.

“No! You’re not.” Jeremy said, gripping his hand even tighter. “I almost just let him take over me. Because he made you so happy…”

“No… it was never him. The moment I realize led it was when he smiled. It wasn’t you. And… I just couldn’t live with it.” Michael said, looking into Jeremy’s blue, so blue eyes. “I couldn’t live without you.”

Jeremy didn’t say anything as he stared back at him. But before Michael could say anything else. Jeremy pushes likely to his toes to reach his lips.

Michael was surprised, but closed his eyes to enjoy the sweet moment.

But a moment became more as Jeremy moved his hands to his neck and opened his mouth slightly. Michael bringing his arms around Jeremy’s back, bringing him closer.

It was everything Michael dreamed of and more, he didn’t want to pull away just in case this was some cheap prank. It didn’t matter that his big glasses were pinching to his face, but that Jeremy was sucking on his bottom lip, letting out tiny moans, and playing with Michael’s hair.

But soon enough, Jeremy pulled away. Michael didn’t know how out-of-breath he was until it ended. Almost gasping for air. But it looked like Jeremy felt the same way.

“Michael… Mikey…” Jeremy chuckled. “I thought you hated that nickname.”

“No, it was just that other kids…”

“Hey. I get it.” He smiled, “I can’t live without you either. I’m sorry it took me forever to realize that.”

“Well, it looks like you’ll have forever to make it up to me.” Michael said, slightly pulling Jeremy closer.

“That I do.” And smashed there lips together again.

Michael wasn’t happy with himself, and it would take a long time for him to be. He cared about what people thought. But who cares? As long as Jeremy was there. Why the hell did it matter?

anonymous asked:

Hello, if you're still taking prompts could you do #33 with Marichat or Ladynoir? (BTW love your stories!)

This is horribly overdue. I’m so sorry this took so long, I was caught up with other stories, life, and just recently suffered a bad case of writer’s block :/ I picked the Ladynoir side of the love square (although it’s probably not in the way you’re thinking). Still, I hope you enjoy this :)


“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence.”


You may not know it, but being a noblewoman could be very difficult at times.

Such were the Lady Marinette’s thoughts as she finally managed to sneak away to the snack table. A young Lord had been trying to request a dance with her for the better part of ten minutes, causing her to nearly flee every time he came in her sights. Luckily, just when she thought she was cornered, she was able to pair him with her best friend.

“I’m going to kill you,” Lady Alya had silently mouthed when she was led to the dance floor.

Marinette giggled to herself as she swiped a chocolate chip cookie from the very top of the pile on the silver tray. Not many women were eating them in order to ‘maintain their figure’ but Marinette didn’t really care about that. She’d eat what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

She looked around at the sea of guests, at all the colorful masks that adorned their faces. Her parents decided to host a masquerade ball, thinking it to be romantic and mysterious. Marinette thought that the idea was intriguing, but she didn’t really think anyone to be romantic or mysterious. It was just like any other ball she’d been to, with no one in particular standing out among the crowd.

She wanted to tell her parents that real life was vastly different from fairy tales, but she knew it would crush their hearts, especially since they wanted her to have a whirlwind romance of her own.

Marinette sighed in defeat, resigning herself to picking out a stranger to dance with just to appease her hopeless romantic parents.

“Is the princess not having a good time?” a masculine voice teasingly drawled.

Startled, her head whipped around to see a man leaning against a nearby pillar. He wore the traditional finely-made garb befitting of someone of the noble class, yet it was completely black, save the swirling designs of green beside the buttons on the otherwise coal black jacket.

Around his equally green eyes sat a black domino mask, but with cat ears on the ends. His blond hair lacked a refined style, instead the golden locks were wildly tousled. However, instead of looking like a common vagrant, the look suited him perfectly.

His lips were stretched into a wide smile, a row of pearly-white teeth exposed in the process. She noticed the man had rather nicely chiseled features. This, combined with all his other traits, made him exceptionally handsome.

However, her heart was already taken.

“I am not a princess, sir,” she replied, a corner of her mouth arching in interest. She had a feeling that whoever this man was, he was going to prove to be riveting company.

“You could’ve fooled me, with how every man’s eyes are fixated on you alone,” he purred flirtatiously, abandoning his spot by the column to saunter closer to her.

She snorted in mirth, finding that she liked this stranger. Sure, his flirting was a little over-the-top, but it wasn’t at all creepy like how some lords spoke.

“I find that hard to believe,” she disputed with a grin. “It doesn’t matter anyway, since I’m not interested in any of them.”

“Too good for them?” he asked. His tone was still teasing, yet his eyes shined with something else. For a moment she thought it seemed like he was testing her, but she quickly wrote it off as paranoia.

“No, it’s not that. The person that I really want to dance with isn’t here,” she admitted. She had a mask on, so no one except for Alya knew who she really was. So she supposed it was okay to tell a few truths for one night, provided she was careful, of course.

She sighed, recalling how her statement had been all too true. Prince Adrien was far out of reach, and honestly she shouldn’t have expected him to show up to her modest estate, even if it was for a ball. She met him a few months ago when his father had invited all the noble families to a formal dinner, hers included.

They didn’t get off on the right foot, though.

When it was time for the dinner, she ended up being one of the last few to enter the dining room. She had been caught up in a conversation with Alya in the sitting room beforehand, delaying her arrival. When she did show, she was dismayed when she found a splash of red wine decorating the bottom of her cherry wood chair, with the Crown Prince himself squatting next to it.

Since she couldn’t berate him without receiving a harsh reprimand, she chose to coldly glare at him as she picked up a napkin from her place on the table to wipe it. Prince Adrien tried to stutter something out, something probably apologetic, but she silently rebutted every attempt for speaking.

Finally, when the dinner was over, it was discovered that it had started to rain. It was sunny before, so naturally no one brought umbrellas with them, thus resigning everyone to a wet and soaking fate.

However, right as she was about to step outside into the steady rain, the Prince appeared…with a black umbrella in hand. He explained that he was about to wipe off the wine when she had suddenly appeared. He didn’t try to soil her dress at all, and was simply in the right place (to clean the chair), but at the wrong time.

Hearing his honest words and expression persuaded her to forgive him. Afterward, he gave her the umbrella to use so she wouldn’t get wet.

And that was the moment when she fell in love with the sweet, unsuspecting prince.

They saw each other a few more times after that. He was just as friendly and amicable, but she could barely respond to him without embarrassing stutters and stammers. He was perfect in her eyes, so excuse her for being a little anxious to talk to him.

“Who do you admire that so rudely didn’t show up?” the stranger asked with a quirk of his lips.

She shook her head. There was no way she could tell anyone that she was interested in the Prince, mask or not.

“Sorry, but I can’t tell you that, Chat Noir.”

She supposed it was a good nickname; it suited him considering his attire. Besides, she couldn’t keep mentally referring to him as a stranger or just simply ‘he’.

“Chat Noir, hm?” he repeated, a far-away look appearing in his eyes as he stared above her head, a finger tapping chin in thought.

He grinned, returning his attention to her.

“I like it. Although I suppose you need a nickname now, too. How about…” he trailed off, inspecting her up and down to determine the perfect moniker. Abruptly he snapped his fingers, something that Marinette didn’t understand how he accomplished, considering he wore black gloves.

“Ladybug!” he exclaimed, smiling widely. “For your red dress and black mask. And it’s also perfect since black cats are a symbol of bad luck while ladybugs are for good luck. We’re like yin and yang, my Lady.”

The last two words rolled off his tongue in such an alluring way that caused the Lady’s heartbeat to momentarily quicken. With a light dusting of pink on her cheeks, she slightly shook her head, dismissing the sudden spike of attraction for him. ‘Chat Noir’ was just a charmingly amusing character, one that she didn’t romantically admire.

“Ladybug,” she echoed aloud, pursing her lips as she considered the potential identity. It wasn’t until a few seconds later that she seemingly decided, presenting Chat a coy smirk. “I like it.”

He mirrored her expression with a gleeful gleam of his own in his eyes.

“I knew you would,” he boasted in jest, straightening his shoulders and raising his chin in the air, giving off the appearance of a conceited aristocrat. She smiled and rolled her eyes when he placed a flattered hand over his heart. “Since everyone loves my ideas.”

“Really? And who would ‘everyone’ be?” she asked sarcastically, playing his game. “The other stray tomcats in the village?”

“My Lady, whoever said I was a stray? For all you know, I could be of royal pedigree.” His lips curved into a strangely unsettling smirk, as though he knew something she didn’t. “For all you know, I could be the Crown Prince!”

Marinette laughed, making sure to quickly press her lips together as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to politely cover up the loud chortles. After all, it was rude for a well-bred lady to have her mouth wide open in laughter. Women were supposed to be demure and polite, always looking at their best.

She hated this social construct, yet she was doomed to follow through with its requirements anyway.

Once her giggles died down, she turned to face the grinning feline again.

“I’ve met Prince Adrien before, and I can confidently say that you’re nothing like him.”

“Indeed?” he remarked, almost sly.

“Yes, indeed,” she insisted with another giggle. “Prince Adrien isn’t like you at all.”

“And if he was? Would you admire him any less?”

Marinette visibly flinched, taken aback by his conclusion. With disbelieving eyes and reddened cheeks, she ducked her head down to avoid his eyes. How did he realize she had feelings for the Prince? This was bad, very bad…if he knew who she was he could tell Adrien, and then Adrien would never love her back and word would spread and she would become the laughing stock of the entire kingdom! She would be lonely for the rest of her life and die an old maid, while Adrien would pick a beautiful and worthy princess to marry…

She forced herself to take a deep breath through her nose.

Relax, Marinette. Maybe you could convince him that he’s wrong.

With that mental pep talk, she straightened her shoulders and faced him again.

“I don’t admire him, well, not more so than anyone else. I don’t admire him in the sense that you’re thinking of.”

“Really? Because from what I hear you do admire him, more so than anyone else.” He smirked wickedly, eliciting a nervous gulp from the stiffening maiden.

“H-How-?”

“The ‘how’ isn’t important,” he quickly dismissed with a careless wave of his hand. “What matters is the ‘why’. Why do you fancy Prince Adrien?” He clasped his hands behind his back before walking in front of her line of vision. She was positive that if they were alone, he’d be circling her like a hawk about to catch its prey.

“Is it for his riches? His looks? His palace? Or is it simply a matter of competition, in which you must win the grand prize?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes. Nevermind that this cocky feline somehow knew who she was (he didn’t say her name, but he had heard of her feelings for Prince Adrien, so therefore he must know her identity), but how dare he assume her affections were based on purely artificial things?

“Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence,” she informed him, her tone hard as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“So it is true, then?” he guessed with a bitter grin, followed by a scoff. “I guess our dear Prince will forever be resigned to a life without true love. Pity, I heard he was interested in quite a lovely woman, too. Warm, kind, a bit clumsy, but beautiful inside and out. Tis a shame, although I suppose it’s very well that he caught himself before he fell completely.”

Marinette was now glaring daggers where Chat Noir stood, her teeth bared in an infuriated snarl. She ignored the jab to her heart from his mention of another woman that Prince Adrien was interested in, instead focusing her anger on his grave mistakes of her character.

“Now you listen here, Chat Noir,” she spat, pointing a finger to his chest. “My feelings for Prince Adrien are real, and not based on his title, or his riches, or looks. I didn’t even like him until I saw how kind, forgiving, and generous he could be. I love him for who he is as a person, not for what he could afford or what he could give me.”

She took a deep breath, her fury beginning to simmer.

“And while I know I have no chance of him ever returning my feelings,” she continued in a much less hostile tone than before, bordering on disheartened acceptance, “I just want to make it clear that I do truly care for him…even if he loves someone else.”

The man in front of her stared seemingly in awe at her words. His green eyes were blown wide as his cheeks gradually shifted into a rosy color. For a few, tense seconds all he could seem to do was peer at her with an emotion Marinette couldn’t place, his reaction garnering her confusion.

Why was he looking at her as if seeing her for the first time? It caused a shiver to run down her spine, a good thing or a bad thing, she wasn’t certain.

At last, he appeared to snap out of his self-induced trance, a corner of his mouth curling up in a fond smile.

“I apologize for making such inaccurate assumptions of your feelings, My Lady. I see now that I was in the wrong.”

He held out a gloved hand to her.

“Would you allow me to make it up to you with a dance?”

Marinette pursed her lips, not relenting on the glower she sent his way.

“How is a dance with you going to make it up to me?”

“Well, I’ve been told I’m an excellent dancer,” he boasted, shooting her a wink. “And I’ve been trained since early childhood in the art.” His smile faltered as his expression shifted from cheekiness to remorseful. “I really am sorry for making those false accusations about you. It was completely unjustified. Can you forgive me?”

Marinette sighed, her features relaxing in the process.

She supposed she could understand where he was coming from, since most girls only wanted Prince Adrien for his title or looks. How was he to know that she was different, that she didn’t care about that stuff?

Well, she did consider him to be the most handsome, gorgeous man she ever saw, but that wasn’t why she liked him.

Anyway, Chat was just making a conclusion most likely based on the Prince’s numerous, other female admirers. He was also quick to apologize once she informed him on how wrong he was.

She was set on dancing with Prince Adrien and him alone for the night, but it was obvious that he wasn’t going to show up. And, she’s been itching to dance…

“Alright, Chat Noir, I will dance with you. But you must promise me something first.”

A part of his forehead rose. She guessed he was raising an eyebrow at her request.

“And that would be?”

Her blue eyes hardened.

“You must promise not to tell Prince Adrien about my feelings for him. Swear to me you won’t!”

Chat looked baffled at her demand.

“But why-?”

“Because!” she hissed, pointing at him for emphasis. “He’ll reject me and then everyone will find out and then I’ll become the laughing stock of this kingdom for thinking I ever had a chance with him and then I’ll never be able to leave my house again! So do not tell him, understand?”

Chat, to her surprise and indignation, had the audacity to chuckle.

“I don’t know why you think he’ll reject you, you are a lovely woman.”

When she only blinked at his enunciation of the words, oblivious as to what he was getting at, he closed his eyes and sighed for a brief moment.

“Regardless,” he continued after he opened his eyes, flashing her a grin. “I won’t tell him. Cat’s honor.”

He placed his right hand over his heart as he made the vow, at the same time he raised his left in the air.

While she was skeptical of the sly expression he wore, he did promise not to tell Prince Adrien. She mentally scoffed, figuring he only had that look because he was only going to tease her throughout the night for her feelings.

“Very well, chaton. I’ll dance with you.”

His eyes shined with satisfaction, looking very much like the cat that got the cream.

The next day, after the hype from the ball had long ago worn off, Lady Marinette was pleasantly surprised to receive a letter addressed solely to her. She figured it to be from Alya, no doubt in order to berate her for leaving her to dance with a stranger.

The thought made her giggle before she accepted the note from the servant.

Only for the amusement to immediately die down once she observed just where the letter came from. With wide eyes and a new, nervous rhythm of her heart, she broke the wax seal and flipped the paper open.

Dear Lady Marinette,

I hope you are having a wonderful morning. I apologize for not being able to attend the ball your family hosted last night, for I was caught up with other duties. I hope you are able to find it in your kind heart to forgive me.

If you were not at all busy today, I was wondering if you would perhaps consider spending the afternoon with me at the palace. Besides having lunch and strolling around the grounds together, there is something I would like to ask of you.

This request is for you, and you alone, My Lady. Of course, you are free to decline, either the request or the visit, or even both if you so wish. Although, I will be honest with you, in that I very much hope you decide to come.

If you do wish to visit, please send word soon after you have made your decision. If not, please kindly disregard this note and I shall never bring up the subject again.

Sincerely Yours,

Adrien, Crown Prince of France

“Marinette?” Sabine asked whilst entering the dining room. Her head tilted in confusion upon seeing her daughter’s flustered state. “Are you alright? Who is that letter from?”

But her daughter couldn’t answer, for she promptly swooned and fell right out of her chair.


Don’t worry, she was fine and able to go to the palace xD

hey there anon

Now, while I know that katsudeku would most likely never become canon (and while it breaks my heart, im totally okay with it). BUT you know what. I’ve started to ship them ever since the start of the manga, it was during the well-known slug villain scene when king-of-explodo-kills got captured, it was just so beautiful for me. dekus’ will to save kacchan despite everything kacchan’s done to him, his shout of kacchan’s name as he desperately tried to save his friend, and the expression on Kacchans’ face, he just looked so vulnerable as if he was asking for help, he wanted to be saved it had a lot of impact on me and it was there and then that i told myself ‘that’s it, that’s my ship!’

sure, they may not be in talking terms as of now. but they’re slowly, very slowly, in their own pace, getting there. They’ve managed to change their perspective of each other and because of that, they’re trying to become better, stronger. Whether or not it’s intentional, they have both managed to make an impact on the others life: kacchan has realized that he isnt the only one who’s strong and talented, he’s managed to lessen his shouting and violence and is trying to get better, to not stop trying to give it his all.



deku on the other hand has viewed kacchan as someone worth looking up to and becoming a source of inspiration, he admires kacchan a lot and sees him as someone worth surpassing.

the thing is, while i do agree that kacchan has caused deku troubles (and i do hope that he apologizes one day) they were kids, and while that doesnt justify kacchan’s actions and behavior, what im trying to say here is that they were kids, they make mistakes and learn from it and would probably try to correct their mistakes, and i think that’s what’s happening with them.

katsudeku isnt as toxic and unhealthy as some people claim/make it to be. In the end, it’s just kacchan’s inflated ego (he’s a head full of pride) that’s preventing him from recognizing his care towards deku; i mean, if people reread the manga they’ll see katsuki isn’t that bad of a person at all, he can be caring and nice (though he can be very subtle about it), honestly kacchan isnt the nicest character nor is he the most honest. kacchan can be violent, but he doesnt take it to a point where in he’ll try to kill someone. He wants to be a hero, fighting bad guys excites him and just like deku, he looks up to All Might, and i believe some people tend to forget that. Katsuki is a very complex character whose personality isnt just that of a bully. he’s full of depth and character development (and i can’t help but love him and would want to protect him) and this is why i believe, deku never really took his bullying to a point where he’d actually jump off the roof and stop aiming to become a hero. katsuki might still call him deku, but i think the intensity and the reason is different now. remember that time when kacchan got kidnapped? when he said deku that time, it got to me. he wasnt angry or upset but he looked concernrd: kacchan knew they’d lost and if izuku tried to reach out to  save him, izuku will get dragged with him or worse get hurt. he wanted deku to stay back in order to protect him, and that just speaks volume to me.

and let’s not forget the fact that izuku still calls katsuki “kacchan” of all things, and katsuki lets him, sure he might shout and look pissed but he just lets it go, and i just love that.

i mean just look at this, when izuku found out that the villains were targeting katsuki, he was worried and he still cares for kacchan.

and here we have king-of-expolod-kills itching for a fight, he looks hella pissed and he knows izuku’s the one behind it yet he still let the nickname go, he just brushes it off, he doesnt get mad at deku.

i mean look at their genuine concern for the other… sure, this ship is a little bit problematic, but that’s what makes it interesting.

Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus

(NOT MY GIF)

Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 

*Requested

Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”

Niklaus!”

“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”

“Yeah!”

Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”

(A table of contents is available. This series will remain open for additional posts and the table of contents up-to-date as new posts are added.)

Part Seven: Writing Siblings

Luckily for me, and all the stories I want to see, siblings tend to appear in stories quite a bit more than parents, but still not as often as a group of friends or acquaintances that come together to work as a team. Siblings are another tether to your character’s family–to their past and their roots, to all the secrets in their past you may have built into plot devices for later. They’re cut from the story as easy pressure points for evoking emotion; in a similar way to how significant others and date-mates may be killed off to serve the story, siblings often find themselves in a similar fate. Siblings are a fantastic resource for stories and provide an opportunity for intense relationships to your character if you bother to let them stay in the narrative.

Shared history: 

This is one of my favorite things about sibling characters: They share a special history. If they grew up together, they have many of the same experiences: holiday traditions and family trips, opinions about a family member and all the remember-when moments. They know the tics of their parents, know what happened when a certain button got pushed one too many times. They know what each other went through, and they know each others strengths and weaknesses; they know how to support each other with that shared history. Friends can come to develop that over time, but siblings come with it inherently if they were lucky enough to grow up together.

If a character didn’t grow up with their siblings, there’s a beautiful opportunity when/if they do meet to begin building that shared history they missed out on. You get to watch as two people not only come to be friends, but also realize that their friendship could become something deeper if they wanted it to: a true family relationship. If both characters accept the family tie and are interested in pursuing a connection between them, there’s so much story depth that can be added through scenes watching them go from laughing at the same joke to realizing that losing the other would tear them apart.

Shared history also extends to family background, too, so if your main character discovers something about their lineage, their sibling is also affected. This is an important thing to remember since you can spin more complex tales using it–all of a sudden, it’s not just your character dealing with the discovery, it’s also the sibling, and it’s not just how your character’s relationship to their family changes, but also how their relationship with their sibling changes, too. Your plot devices like prophecies and chosen heroes and go-it-alone-only-you-can quests and no-one-understands-the-struggle dilemmas all of a sudden get a lot more interesting, much more faceted, and provide lots of nooks and crannies of emotion and character development to explore.

Relationship with their sibling: 

We know that siblings share a connection deeper than just friendship–they’re family. Portraying that part of their relationship to your character is vital to making them feel right and real. There are a couple of things you can use to help get that across.

Using that shared history is going to help no matter what. Your siblings are going to be able to reach each other easier because they can bring up things they both experienced and relate those emotions back to what they’re going through currently. They’re more likely to be able to coach each other through situations and more likely to have things to say or remember that are poignant, relevant, or impactful in some way for your character. Because of this, an added side effect is that emotional reactions that are instinctual when it comes to other people may not be the same toward a sibling. For example, an acquaintance may say something that sends your character into a rage, however if a sibling had said something similar, it might have been funny instead. Our relationships with others slowly change our emotional reactions the more familiar and comfortable we become.

Take into consideration personality, as well. Do these siblings get along with each other? What contributed to that? My family moved a lot, so my sister and I wound up very close because we were our only constants in our lives; we knew we’d both be there to face new places, and we lived in cars and hotels together for weeks at a time, so we had to get along or we’d kill each other. It helped that we liked a lot of the same things, some of which were shared by our parents as well. Remember that while you want to have well-rounded characters that are capable of standing on their own as full individuals, it doesn’t mean that your siblings have to embody completely separate, opposite personalities in order to be effective characters. Maybe they’re both quiet and smart, which allows them to ping ideas off each other and solve super complex problems; maybe they’re both defensive and it causes them to butt heads because of it. Don’t lock yourself into the idea that they need to be juxtaposed against each other to create interesting dynamics between them.

Narrative Impact: 

Your siblings will provide an opportunity to portray a relationship full of familial love–just as deep as romantic love, but without any pressure from readers for it to get sexual. (And if you were planning that really common foster sibling or separated sibling love relationship, please don’t. It’s very awkward for literally everyone involved and there are 1,000 more conflict and emotional growth opportunities out there than that. Ugh.) That positive portrayal will go a long way toward not only reestablishing siblings in literature but also showing real-world siblings a reflection of themselves.

Think about your plot and whether their sibling status has any kind of impact toward the plot or whether it’s simply a minor detail. How will your siblings’ connection change how they react to certain situations by shading their goals? What are those goals for each sibling and are there ways they connect and interact? There should be some that each sibling doesn’t share–goals that are specific to each individual as a person, not solely joint goals as a functioning unit together. After all, these are not one person, but two people who care about each other. How can those goals feed into your plot or into the character development of either and serve to escalate or resolve other conflicts?

Do they like to stay in communication with each other? Is their communication mostly long-distance, or face-to-face? How often do they see each other? What are a couple of key memories and the emotional reactions that go with them? How do their personalities interact and how can you take advantage of that with the plot? Would manipulation of one bring out the best or worst in the other? What would happen to your character’s mental state if one of their siblings was to be put in danger or injured? How protective are they of each other, and how much would one sacrifice for the other? How well do they handle being apart, and how much do they respect each other’s space when it’s self-initiated vs. circumstance-initiated?

Next up: Immediate extended family!

All My Love

Request: can you do one where u and Fred and George have been friends since first year and now it’s around the time of the you’ll ball and Fred starts flirting with Angelina and you get kind of jealous then like during the yule ball he asks you out to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

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The Yule Ball was such a huge topic of conversation throughout Hogwarts right now. Even Hermione, who normally had her nose stuffed in a book, gushed to you about her and Krum, and what she should wear.

“Oh, pipe up, (Y/N)! You’ll get a date, you’re loved by everyone here.” Hermione grinned to you from across the bed. You two were sitting in her bed in the dorms, both invested in the topic of conversations that swirled around Hogwarts as a storm rattled outside.

“Hermione, just because you like me, doesn’t mean everyone here likes me. Ron and Harry don’t count here.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, who rolled them right back at your after your remark.

“Shut up, I know a certain someone who’s taken a fancy to you..” she smirked, and you felt yourself jump a little.

“What? Who?” You rushed.

“A certain ginger boy..” She went on.

“Shut up, we all know Ron’s in love with you, Hermione.” You laid back against the headboard.

“No,” Hermione’s face flushed a little, “Not Ron. Fred Weasley.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve known the Weasleys since first year, when Mrs Molly Weasley helped you and Harry access platform 9 ¾ to get to the train. You’ve always loved the family, but Fred Weasley, you liked in a different way than the rest.

“You’re lying,” You muttered, feeling your cheeks warm up. Thank god it was dark and only the fireplace was on as the rain rumbled on outside.

“Would I lie to you about this? Come on, trust me! Ron said he heard Fred talking to George about how gorgeous he thought you were. Talk it up with him, flirt a little. Be playful. I’m certain he’s into that. Just be yourself, and I know he’ll grow a pair and ask you to the ball!” She clapped her hands happily and got off the bed, “You and Fred would be so cute! You’re like, this shy girl who’s incredibly smart and gorgeous and he’s like, the school troublemaker, and he’s loud. It’s a match made in heaven!”

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, fangirl. I’ll see if I can flirt, but we both know I can’t.”

“With a face like yours though, you shouldn’t need to flirt. Boys adore you. Or make him jealous!” She smirked, and then changed the topic to something about what Snape said in class today that she wanted to point out so badly, but didn’t want to lose points for Gryffindor.

-

It was breakfast time in the Great Hall and the entire atmosphere was buzzing, everyone was in a good mood. You sat between Harry and Fred (due to a persistent Hermione) and you were starting to feel nervous as to how exactly you’d flirt with Fred to make him more comfortable asking you to the ball.

“(Y/N), Draco’s staring at you,” Ron said through a mouth full of food from next to Hermione who looked disturbed.

“Git,” Harry mumbled.

“Oooh, get it (Y/N)!” Hermione giggled, and you rolled your eyes laughing, and you understood she was trying to get Fred jealous (as she mentioned last night.)

“Do I smile? It’s kind of awkward.” You muttered to her while Harry and Ron mentioned something about Quidditch.

“No, you ignore him, don’t stoop to the level of Malfoy,” Fred said in your ear and Hermione winked at you without him noticing.

“I mean he’s a real git but he’s not an ugly one..” You trailed off, and before Fred could answer, his attention was turned to Angelina, who took a seat next to George (who was across from Fred.)

“Morning, Angelina!” Fred piped up, and you smacked your face with your palm, thinking you might have taken the Draco thing too far. Hermione gave you a sympathetic smile and passed you a small chocolate covered strawberry, which you took from her and gulped down.

You stayed silent for the rest of breakfast, listening to Fred and Angelina flirt it out like no one was listening, and when he ended up asking her to the ball, you slammed your drink down and got up, walking out of the great hall, telling Harry and Ron you felt sick, and they gave you sympathetic nods before Hermione stood up and followed you out.

Once you guys got to the Gryffindor common room, you sulked into the couch.

“WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME!” You groaned and Hermione sat next to you.

“He’s not worth you being upset over! Come on, cheer up!” She rubbed your back as your stared at the fire.

“You said he liked me,” You mumbled, looking over at her as she lowered her gaze to her fingers.

“Sometimes, guys get scared when they’re with a girl they like. You saw how Ron was when he asked me to the ball,” She chuckled, making you grin thinking of when Ron asked Hermione to the ball, unaware of the fact she was going with someone already.

“Fred doesn’t seem scared with Angelina, though,” You sulked like a little girl.

Hermione stood up and grabbed your hand, “That’s because he doesn’t like her that way! Come on, you have a dress already so cheer up, and worst case, go with Harry!”

“Harry’s the most famous wizard in the world, plus he’s in the triwizard tournament, pretty sure he can get any girl he wants, Hermione.” Hermione groaned and at the moment, Harry and Ron walked into the room looking concerned.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Ron asked, plopping down on the couch next to you. With your permission, Hermione told Ron and Harry about your little ‘heartbreaking situation’ and Harry agreed to be your date to make Fred jealous, which Hermione grinned at and Ron looked sick.

“My brother? Really? Don’t need you laggin’ about our house once you two start dating. You’re at our house enough as it is.” Ron chuckled.

“You love me, Ronald Weasley.” You patted his head, and he grinned.

“You’re not wrong.”

-

It was finally the day of the ball, the past week dragged by so slowly. You and Hermione had finished getting ready. You wore a silver, floor length gown that had sparkles near the bottom, and short sleeves that came off the shoulders. Your (y/h/c) hair was curled in a vintage style and your simple makeup really made a difference, and you were happy. Hermione looked gorgeous as well, and as you two made your way down the stairs of the Great Hall, you saw Harry and Ron gape from the bottom of the stairs, making you two giggle.

“Wow..” Ron started before getting dragged off by his date.

“You two look absolutely amazing,” Harry smiled at the two of you, as you both thanked him.

Viktor Krum came over to take Hermione’s hand and kissed it, telling you you looked lovely before walking off with her, and you could see the pink on her cheeks making you giggle.

“Shall we?” You asked Harry before making your way into the Hall, and wow was it gorgeous. You were admiring it intently, until Harry interrupted your thoughts.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked, letting go of your arm. You nodded with a smile and he dissapeared into the crowd.

“(Y/N),” You heard your name from behind you and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who looked pretty dashing, “You look beautiful.” He said and you blushed a little, “Too bad you went with Potter, we could have been the best looking couple here.” He smirked.

You felt an arm around your waist and turned to find Fred Weasley staring down Draco, “Shove off, Malfoy,” Draco rolled his eyes and didn’t feel the need to argue with him, before walking off.

“Fred, he wasn’t going to do anything. He knows better.” You said softly, loving the feeling of his arm around you.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He whispered, eyes lingering on yours, and your heart sped up a little. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Harry coming back, but he stopped in his tracks and winked at you when he saw the position you and Fred were in.

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” You giggled as Fred leaned in a bit and you stepped back, “Wow, wait, aren’t you here with Angelina? Don’t swoop in like this.” You saw his face fall.

“No, no, I mean yes I’m here with her but,” He sighed, “Only because I didn’t have the courage to ask you. Seeing you here with Potter, it’s killing me.” He looked down at his feet before looking back at you, “I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve liked you for a really long time, and we’ve been friends and I don’t want to ruin that which is why I may not have shown my interest. But seeing you, looking absolutely ravishing tonight by the way, but seeing you with Harry and Malfoy, it hurts.” He finished, and you blushed.

“I understand completely, you big goof. I feel the same way,” You said and he grinned and kissed your hand. You felt bad for Harry, ditching him like this, but you saw him chatting it up with some Ravenclaw girl before Fred dragged you to the dance floor.

“May I have the dance?” He bowed down with a smirk.

“Of course.”

♥ RICK GRIMES DIALOGUE SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ It wasn’t my intention. ❜
  • ❛ Think about something else… Puppies and kittens. ❜
  • ❛ There’s good news? ❜
  • ❛ I can see you make a habit of missing the point. ❜
  • ❛ Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. ❜
  • ❛ We survive this by pulling together, not apart. ❜
  • ❛ Next time though, take the safety off. It won’t shoot otherwise. ❜
  • ❛ They’re screwing with the wrong people. ❜
  • ❛ Hey. It’s not on you. ❜
  • ❛ We’re close. Just got to make it through another day. ❜
  • ❛ Listen, it was me. It was just me. ❜
  • ❛ Things changing in here doesn’t change things out there. ❜
  • ❛ I want to keep him safe. That’s all that matters. ❜
  • ❛ I’m sorry this happened to you. ❜
  • ❛ I hear Nebraska’s nice. ❜
  • ❛ How you live, how you die is not up to me. ❜
  • ❛ That’s what I’m gonna use to kill you. ❜
  • ❛ I know this sounds insane, but this is an insane world. ❜
  • ❛ We can still come back. We’re not too far gone. ❜
  • ❛ We don’t kill the living. ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna have to kill an unarmed man. ❜
  • ❛ This is how we survive: We tell ourselves we are the walking dead. ❜
  • ❛ How many of you do I have to kill to save your lives? ❜
  • ❛ I’m not the good guy anymore. ❜
  • ❛ This isn’t a toy, you pull the trigger, you have to mean it. Always remember that. ❜
  • ❛ The pain doesn’t go away, you just make room for it. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t know what it’s like out there. You may think you do but you don’t. ❜
  • ❛ If you don’t fight, you die. ❜
  • ❛ I killed my best friend for you people. ❜
  • ❛ You’re gonna change. ❜
  • ❛ We have to come for them, before they come for us. It’s that simple. ❜
  • ❛ Let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t a democracy anymore. ❜
  • ❛ I had to keep hope alive, didn’t I? ❜
  • ❛ Little girl goes missing, you look for her. Simple. ❜
  • ❛ I try not to mix it up with the almighty anymore. Best we stay out of each other’s way. ❜
  • ❛ It tells me God’s got a strange sense of humor. ❜
  • ❛ He’s the one thing I don’t want to fail. I feel like I do every day. ❜
  • ❛ You’re the town drunk who knocked over my fence and ripped up my yard, nothing more. ❜
  • ❛ Things don’t get better because you want them to. ❜
  • ❛ We’ve all lost someone. ❜
  • ❛ We’re all infected. ❜
  • ❛ It isn’t about what I believe anymore. It’s about them. ❜
  • ❛ We do what we need to do, and then we get to live. ❜
Surprise (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by spiderholland

Word Count: 1017

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

AN: I love this new released clip so much I had to do this. 

“What’s going on in there?” Aunt May yelled from her seat on the couch after hearing a loud thud come from her nephews room. Meanwhile Peter Parker had just stealthy crawled back into his room wearing his Spider-man suit, not being aware that his best friend Ned was also in the room and well, this is where the story begins.

“Uh nothing! nothing!” Peter frantically called back, hoping that his aunt wouldn’t come check on him, then his new double life would really be over. Turning back to his friend nervously he quickly hit the middle of his chest causing his suit to easily slip off his body leaving him in just his boxers. 

Ned’s expression of pure shock still hadn’t left his face as he tries to process the fact that his friend secretly was a superhero. “You’re the Spider-man from Youtube.” Peter was still panicking over the situation as he tried to deny what his friend was saying, this was meant to be kept a secret and now Ned of all people found out. What if he couldn’t keep this a secret? “I’m not-”

 “You were on the ceiling.” Ned exclaimed seeming to be distressed at the fact that his best friend had crawled across his bedroom walls like a spider. Still going with the idea to deny the fact that he was a superhero, Peter attempted to change the topic off of himself. “I wasn’t! Man what are you doing in my room?!”

“May let me in, you and me were gonna finish the death star!” He gestured towards the now demolished lego replica of the death star from Star Wars on the ground that they both had spent hours working on. Peter shushed the boy to quiet his voice so that his aunt couldn’t hear their conversation. Pointing to the door he explained what he was trying to shush him for, realising that Ned wasn’t going to just forget what he saw so he might as well be honest now. “She doesn’t know. Nobody knows, I mean Mr Starks knows but that’s because he designed my suit.”

Eyes widening at the name Stark, Ned’s jaw almost fell to the floor as he stared at his friend admiringly. “Tony Stark made you that…are you an avenger?” Thinking about this in his head Peter decided to just go with it, he did fight with the avengers in Germany anyway. “Well…yeah basically.”

Almost letting out a squeal at knowing his friend was an avenger, Ned looked like he was about to faint from this new information. Peter tried to calm him down because he didn’t need him freaking out and his aunt walking in any second. “Dude you can’t tell anybody though alright? You gotta keep this a secret.” His tone became serious as he pleaded with his friend to keep Spider-man’s identity anonymous.

Confused as to why his friend wouldn’t want everybody knowing he had super powers Ned’s eyebrows furrowed. “A secret why-”

“Because if May finds out there are people trying to kill me every night she’s not gonna let me do this anymore!”

Realising his point was a more than valid one, Ned agreed with the Parker boy. “Okay okay okay, I’ll-”

However before he could finish his sentence you happened to have barged into Peter’s room yourself, eyes focused on your phone as you walked. “Hey Ned is Peter back I heard noises-” Your words were stopped short when your eyes looked up catching sight of Peter Parker in nothing but his boxers holding a Spider-Man costume in his hands, next to Ned who looks like he just saw a ghost. “What the flippity heck is going on in here? Ned what did you do to the death star? And peter why are you almost naked and holding a Spider-man suit in your hand-” 

Cutting you off Peter advanced towards you clamping a hand over your mouth, gesturing for you to keep quiet. “Ssssh i’ll explain everything just be quiet. I don’t want May to know.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words as he removed his hand, what was he hiding? “Know what?” 

Before he could answer however, Ned’s voice squeaked out behind him. “That Peter is Spider-man.” Instantly finding Ned’s explanation hilarious, you almost hunched over in laughter at his joke. Well…you believed it to be one anyway, you had no idea those words would ever be serious. “Yeah right, Peter Parker is Spider-man. You’re funny Ned.” 

“Oh my god Ned I told you not to tell anybody- hey wait a minute! Why is that hilarious to you?” Peter seemed offended by your laughter, his ego definitely hurt by the insult. “Because you’re my little Peter. No offence but you don’t seem like the superhero type.” 

Now forgetting his previous plan to keep this a secret, Peter’s pride made him now want to prove a point. “But it’s true. I am Spider-man.” 

Snorting at his words you rolled your eyes at the boy. “Sure okay big guy.” Your voice came out mockingly, only making Peter want to prove that you were wrong even more. “I am! I’ll prove it!” Leaning back against the wall beside you, you crossed your arms as you only chuckled at his reaction.“Oh yeah and how exactly will you prove that-” 

Before you could finish you sentence the boy starts crawling up the wall and onto the ceiling. Fricking crawling up the god damn wall like a spider! You immediately let out a scream at what you saw whilst Ned and Peter told you to quiet down so May wouldn’t come in.“Oh my god! Holy shit! You’re the freaking Spider-man!” 

Dropping back down to the ground he wore a cocky smirk as he took in your reaction.“Believe me now?” 

You became extremely excited about this new information, you had a superhero best friend! “Oh my god my best friend is a superhero. You need to tell me everything.” Taking a seat on the edge of his bed Peter let out a sigh as he thought of the day this all began.“Well remember that school trip to oscorp…”

When He Sees Me

Summary: A beautiful stranger is always at the café you work in. Your friend tries to convince you to talk to him. Things aren’t so simple.

a.k.a. - What if he breaks my heart?

Word counting: 830
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Characters: Reader, OFC, Bucky
Warnings: Just a little bit of cussing, and - if you relate to the song as much as I do - angst disguised as awkwardness (The song honestly makes me cry). Reader is afraid of loving.  Inspired by “When he sees me”, from “Waitress: The Musical”. Gif isn’t mine, but from google.

Y/B/F/N = Your best friend’s name. (Female one)
Y/N = Your name.
Y/N/N = Your nickname.



“No.” You answered your best friend, trying not to attract attention to you two in the full place.

“What? Why?

“I don’t want to.” You lied, walking around in an attempt of making her leave you alone and leaning over an empty table.

“Don’t lie to me.”

You took a deep breath.

“Go work, Y/B/F/N.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I am working, Y/N/N.”

You went back to the balcony when you saw people entering the place.

You and your best friend worked together for years now, both of you trying to survive in New York City as students.

“Okay, you know what?” You looked back at her after taking the new orders. “I can’t.”

You see: There was a beautiful stranger who always came to the café you worked. Every day, he ordered the same thing, at the same time, and left half an hour later. He was beautiful: tall, with broad shoulders, blue eyes and dark shoulder-length hair, and always wore a glove on his left hand.

In response, Y/B/F/N frowned and put her hand on her waist.

“You can’t?”

“I can’t.” You affirmed.

“And may I ask you why?” She asked, smirking.

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Infatuation - part 10

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Originally posted by findingdooly

You woke up in a strange room. You immediately felt the neck pain and major headache you had developed. Looking around the room, you saw you were placed in a large empty room. This wasn’t an apartment, it was too large to be an apartment. You were guessing it’s a house. The only thing lit in the room was a small lamp. You felt your hands tied behind your back; you turned your head only to find Jaebum tied with you. Back to back tied together. You gasped and called out to JB.
“JB, please help.” you nudged him against your back.
You shook yourself to offer a shock to Jaebum, so he would wake up.
After some time, Jaebum finally became conscious.
“Where am I?” he asked in a low whisper, talking to himself.
“Jaebum turn around!”
He looked behind his back to find you tied up against him.
He raised his eyebrows with a surprised look, but you were all interrupted when the doors whipped open.
Ashley stepped in.

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I wanted too

Jughead Jones x Reader


“JUGHEAD JONES THE THRID” I screamed making my way down the slightly crowd hallways of Riverdale High. Glancing at me from his locker, he slammed it shut and ran in the other direction. “Y/L/N, don’t kill the poor guy” Archie, joked calling after me as I started running to try and catch Jughead but as I rounded the corner the hall was empty. “Asshole” I muttered, heading outside instead trying to spot our usual group at one of the tables.

“You’ve almost got steam coming out of those ears” Kevin, tried to joke as I stomped my way towards our group of friends. “Have any of you’s seen, Jones?” Using his last name to state how pissed I am. “What’s wrong?” Betty, asked pulling me down beside her, her face full of concern. “Never mind” I sighed, resting my arms on the table, stealing some fries off Ronnie’s tray. I didn’t want to burden our friends with something so petty.

Over lunch I kept an eye out for the beanie clad, raven haired boy I’m so keen to see but there was no sign of him anywhere. Betty, filled us in on what her and Jughead had found out so far but could sense the worry and fear that her father may have killed Jason because of Polly but that’s something only time will tell. When the last bell finally rang, I hadn’t seen Jughead around since before lunch and he wasn’t in any of my last three classes but it was safe to say he was definitely avoiding me.

Archie, was making his way down the halls straight towards me, his face neutral. “I’ve been instructed to send you to the Blue and Gold office” He told me, placing his hands on shoulder and spinning me back around. “Why? I’m not being interviewed again” I sighed as we walked side by side. “Definitely not that” He hummed, a small smile on his lips. “Can’t you just tell me?” I whined as we took a left at the end of the lockers. “Nope” He full on grinned, stopping us in front of the Blue and Gold office. “Open it” Pointing to the door, warily eyeing him before I grasped the door handle not sure what I was expecting to see.

“SURPRISE!” I screamed, almost falling into Archie who grasped my shoulders stopping me from doing so. There stood Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Cheryl and Jughead in the centre of them holding a birthday cake. “Guys!” I exclaimed, I wanted to kill Jug for this, he promised not to do anything or get me anything but his thoughtfulness didn’t stop my heart from filling with warmth. “I could kill you” I voiced my thoughts, blowing the candles out. “We never got to sing happy birthday for you” Kevin, pouted taking the cake from Jug. “Thank you so much for this” I smiled up at my beanie clad, raven haired boyfriend placing a quick but gentle kiss on his lips. “Happy birthday princess” He smiled, leaning his forehead against mine.

After everyone sang happy birthday, which pleased Kevin, we sat around laughing and joking and eating the best cake I have ever tasted thanks to Ronnie, who had it flown in from New York. It felt nice to be laughing and enjoying ourselves for once, it was nice to just sit and be teenagers for awhile.

“I still have the present you left at my door this morning” I smiled at Jug, everyone else debating about something or other. “You really shouldn’t have, you need to save all the money you can Jug” I scolded, given he’s just lost his home and job, I didn’t want him spending any money on me. “This didn’t cost me a thing. Open it” He grinned, watching as I brought the neatly wrapped box shaped present out of my bag. The conversation between the rest of them coming to a stand still.

Ripping the paper apart like a child I was confused when I seen a box filled with writing, possible quotes but I wasn’t sure from what or who. “Oh my…” I gasped when I seen the contents of the box. There was a couple of poems, movie tickets, a milkshake keyring along with a burger and fries one, notes that had been past between us in classes. I was speechless, this was a memory box of our whole relationship so far. “Jughead” a tear sliding down my cheek, quickly wiping it away to try and stop anymore from falling. “It was nothing” He shrugged, everyone sitting quietly watching our interaction. “I can’t believe you did this” I was still at a loss for words, I never knew Jughead could be this romantic. “I wanted too. I just want you to know how much you mean to me because I fucking love you” He smiled, taking my face in his hands, kissing my nose, my forehead and a quick peck on my lips. “You guys” Betty, finally spoke. “End game, I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it” She smiled, quickly glancing at Arch and then back to Jug and me. “I fucking love you too” Kissing his cheek. “The writing on the box is just a few things we’ve said to one another” Jug, said picking up the lid and sure enough if I squinted really hard I could make out some of it, this box wasn’t only filled with memories on the inside but almost every conversation we’ve ever had on the outside. “You’ll be the death of me one day Jughead Jones the Third”.

  DARK  TOWER  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

  • ❛ A coward judges all he sees by what he is. ❜ 
  • ❛ For love’s ever been the more destructive weapon, sure. ❜ 
  • ❛ I thought you were going to say “Fear, itself.” ❜ 
  • ❛ You’ll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell. ❜ 
  • ❛ They tell tales because they’re afraid of life. ❜ 
  • ❛ What, do tall people burn slower? ❜ 
  • ❛ Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? ❜ 
  • ❛ If torture were to stop now, I might still recover. ❜ 
  • ❛ Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. ❜ 
  • ❛ For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask. ❜ 
  • ❛ I warn you in advance that the first impulse will be to laugh. ❜
  • ❛ Go take a flying fuck at a rolling donut. ❜ 
  • ❛ All right, we’re back together again. What the hell do we do next? ❜ 
  • ❛ We’ve got miles to go yet.  ❜  
  • ❛ I know that. It’s on your face, son. Like a scar. ❜ 
  • ❛ I thought it was part of the furniture! ❜ 
  • ❛ Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first. ❜ 
  • ❛ I don’t like people. They fuck me up. ❜   
  • ❛ Anyone who doesn’t think the imagination can kill is a fool. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m sorry, but it was there when I moved in. ❜ 
  • ❛ How could you let such a business go on for so many years? ❜ 
  • ❛ I believe this is redemption. ❜   
  • ❛ Ending is just another word for goodbye. ❜ 
  • ❛ Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? ❜ 
  • ❛ There’s little in life that’s so disheartening as constant cold. ❜ 
  • ❛ Will you say goodbye? ❜ 
  • ❛ There were no words in it, nor could there have been. ❜ 
  • ❛ Our greatest moments of triumph are always inarticulate. ❜ 
  • ❛ I pull it along with me everywhere I go. ❜ 
  • ❛ Some moments are beyond imagination. ❜ 
  • ❛ Roll me in sugar and call me a fuckin jelly-doughnut! ❜ 
  • ❛ Birth is nothing but death begun. ❜ 
  • ❛ This time you’ll sing until the song is done, write until the tale is done. ❜ 
  • ❛ Gone. Like a candle-flame. To whatever worlds there are. ❜ 
  • ❛ I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture. ❜ 
  • ❛ Didn’t you see the elephant in the living room? ❜ 
  • ❛ You see? Size defeats us. ❜ 
  • ❛ In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn’t it? ❜ 
  • ❛ They were close to the end of the beginning … ❜ 
  • ❛ Not as friends, but as equals? ❜ 
  • ❛ Friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of regard. ❜ 
  • ❛ The best part, though, was hearing my father’s/mother’s voice. ❜ 
  • ❛ They would go down fighting, but they were going to die there. ❜ 
  • ❛ You can always throw your knife at it. ❜ 
  • ❛ In this universe there might grow roses which sing. ❜ 
  • ❛ I kill with my heart, motherfucker. ❜ 
  • ❛ If you want to run and play, come along the beam today. ❜ 
  • ❛ Save your hate for those who deserve it more. ❜ 
  • ❛ Time is a thief of memory. ❜ 
  • ❛ I don’t think I could ever come back from all this. ❜ 
  • ❛ My Heart Pumps Purple Piss for You.❜ 
  • ❛ Liars see their own kind everywhere. ❜ 
  • ❛ What heart I have is yours. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m afraid to go to sleep. ❜ 
  • ❛ I’m afraid my dead friends will come and seeing them will kill me. ❜ 
  • ❛ This is dying - I know because I’ve done it before. ❜ 
  • ❛ You’ll live in exile and die as you lived. ❜ 
  • ❛ May you live long, but not in good health. ❜   
  • ❛ Shall we tell the truth then, you and I? No more lies? ❜