going there one daydream

a-crafty-lass  asked:

Got any new OC art? Yours are all so neat!

Oh MY GOODNESS DO I

Okay, I am really amazed and honored that you asked about art for my ocs. Like, it seriously baffles me that you remember that I even have any consider I don’t ever post about them. But yes, I doodle them all the time. And you’ve given me a reason to share! That middle pick is all the ones I’ve already shared just combined. 

Thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it!!

If you have maladaptive daydreaming and feel like it’s:
- stopping you enjoying life
- distancing you from friends and family
- warping your sense of identity
- wasting hours of time every day for months or even years
- impossible to explain or get help for
- making you miss people and places that aren’t real
- causing violent/sad/frightening daydreams (and maybe guilt)
- stopping you being productive
- causing dissociation or depression or apathy

I just want to say I think you’re a really fucking strong person.

Promise Of Tomorrow

Characters: Reader (Y/N), Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins

Pairing: Jensen x reader (ish)

Warnings: Very dirty thoughts, Drunken confessions, Language, Shameless objectification of Jensen Ackles (and I am not even a little bit sorry!)    

Word count: 1400ish (not a drabble! Dammit Jensen!)

A/N: I blame @blacktithe7 for this! When you send her gifs of Jensen you get comments like: “He went from damn he’s good looking to OH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW!” and “Now I picture Jensen’s lips on my most sensitive spots before riding him like a pogo stick!”

I took both as prompts to do a drabble, but Kari can’t drabble so welcome to this little one shot ;) Oh and I made (she begged) Erin beta this too :D

Also Kari can’t remember so this one shot is 3 months old but never before posted so enjoy y’all.

NO HATE AGAINST DANNEEL. I LOVE HER - THIS IS FICTION. PRETEND SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE

LATER EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A SERIES SO  MASTERLIST

You groaned. You had no idea why you had agreed to come to this party in the first place. Well, Misha and you had stayed close friends after your recurring role as an angel on Supernatural, back when it was still in it’s fourth season.

You had had a thing for the green eyed actor that played Dean Winchester back then too. You just never had the courage to tell him that. Years had passed, and the moment you had walked through the front door you knew that hadn’t changed. Your eyes landed on him standing in the corner of the room chatting with his co-star and tv brother, Jared Padalecki. Your heart practically jumped into your throat when you saw him. He hadn’t aged a day, but he had gotten all the more sexy. His freckles still enhanced his perfect facial features. His shoulders were still broad and his bowed legs perfect for you to fit in between. Not that you ever had, but a girl could dream right.

You shook your head, annoyed with yourself for letting these thoughts re-enter your mind. He was way out of your league, there was no way he would ever look twice at someone like you. Daydreaming of him was only going to end one way. In heartbreak. Yours.    

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Priorities

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Abi’s Sansan Playlist

-inspired by @maxbetta Tristan&Isolde Paintings=Sansan Aesthetic post-

1. Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

2. Stone - James Young

3. The Scientist - Coldplay

4. Daydreamer - Adele

5. January Wedding - The Avett Brothers

Voltron playlists for when you're feeling_____

Pidge:
F e e l i n g m e l a n c h o l i c ?

Voldemort- With Confidence
LUST- Outthepond
Long Nights- emaycee
Melancholia- greetings from
Heartbreak- Don Juan
Fragile touch (go to YouTube, it’s the first one)
Mom- through and through
Tycho- daydream
Koi pond- James
On the way out- Home
Hot milk- Snails House
Cry baby- The neighborhood

Shiro:
F e e l i n g a n x i o u s ?

Keeper- With Confidence
XXXTENTACION- teeth
Dreamcast- Blank Banshee
I can’t do this- Lil Lotus
I guess is okay- utsush
Robotic- Frank Flektor
You me- nion
Unsaved info -junyii
Trees- twenty one pilots
s o l i t u d e- BONI
Secret for the mad- Dodie Clark
Afraid- the neighborhood

Keith:
F e e l i n g a b a n d o n e d,
b e t r a y e d ?

Archers- With Confidence
Fools- Troye Sivan
Pure imagination- ROOK1E
Tokyo train- Klimeks
Anything-pools
THE QUIET- Troye Sivan
Fun- Troye Sivan
Brother- Mighty Oaks
Don’t wake me up- Robots don’t sleep.
Northern lights- Jaymes Young
You- Dodie Clark
Beach- the neighborhood

Lance:
F e e l i n g l i k e a b u r d e n ?

Dinner Bell- With Confidenec
We are finally landing- home
Ghost Under my bed- Johnny Goth
Easylike- corya
Lost and different- Nymano
The eye of the truth- driver
Lonely- idealism
Besidju- Joji
The loser- zach farache (bimyo remix)
War of hearts- Ruelle
Johnny boy- twenty one pilots
Sweater weather- the neighborhood

Hunk:
N o t f e e l i n g e n o u g h.

Higher- With Confidence
6/10- Dodie Clark
Implicit demand for proof- twenty one pilots
When- Dodie Clark
Sick of losing soulmates- Dodie Clark
Talk me down- Troye Sivan
Sippy cup- Melanie Martinez
Soap- Melanie Martinez
Gasoline- Halsey
Roman Holiday- Halsey

Allura:
F e e l i n g n o s t a l g i c ?

Waterfall- With Confidence
Hometown- Twenty one pilots
So sad- Varsity
Home- before the night
Her- eery
Netflix and Chillwave- cameragrammar
Flood- HOME
Drive- Halsey
S p r x n g- invention_
Smile from you-jinsang
Daddy issues- the neighborhood

Make it Permanent (Snowbaz AU)

– Simon –

I’m exhausted. I haven’t slept more than 3 hours a night in weeks. I’ve been staying awake, watching Baz, trying to figure out what he’s planning. I’m sure Baz is up to something and I’m going to stop him. Penny doesn’t believe me of course (she hasn’t since fifth year) but he’s been staring more than usually lately and I’m certain he’s plotting my death. Penny thought this was ridiculous when I brought it up to her.

“Penny,” I had whined, “He won’t stop staring with his evil grey eyes and sometimes- sometimes he even smiles! I swear he’s thinking of all the ways he could kill me.”

Penny had just rolled her eyes and told me to drop it and focus on my homework.

School is a whole other issue. I just can’t get myself to focus on elocution and how slang affects spells when I know none of it is going to help me. I’m hopeless at magic. The only thing I can do is explode with it. I’m a weapon of mass destruction and I don’t fancy going off in the middle of class cause I tried to cast something as simple as dime a dozen. So instead I stare out of the window, gazing out at the Wavering Wood, listening to the sounds of my classmates casting spells in the classroom behind me. Most of the time, none of the teachers will call me out. They’re all scared I’ll go off too. They’d much prefer leaving the precious chosen one daydreaming out the window than risk having to clean up after me when I fuck up. Assuming I leave anything behind once I go off. So far I’ve managed to protect everyone when it does happen, but the risk is far too great. I most likely would have been expelled from Watford on the grounds that i’m a danger to the whole fucking world if I wasn’t the Chosen One.

The bell ringing distracts me from my thoughts and I push myself out of my desk, smiling at Penny when I meet her outside the door of the classroom.

My thoughts drift as we walk across the great lawn.

“Simon. Simon are you even listening?”

I glance over at Penny and realize she’s been talking to me the whole time.

“What? Sorry Pen. I’m exhausted.”

“Oh, Si.” she puts her hand up against my cheek and I lean into it. “How much sleep are you getting? You can’t stay up all night keeping an eye on him. He may be a nocturnal vampire, but you aren’t.”

“I know. I know,” I sigh.

“Look, just try and get some sleep tonight,” she says, “promise?”

“I promise.”

“Good.” She smiles at me. “Now I need to get to class. I’ll see you at supper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” I smile back and she turns, setting off back across the lawn.

I yawn. I still have two more classes today, but I could probably fit a quick nap in before my next one. I head closer to the Wavering Woods and flop down into the grass, my back against a tree. Just a quick nap, I think as I start to fade off.

– Baz –

I hurry out towards the Wavering Wood as soon as I get out of class. I haven’t had any blood for days because that idiot Snow has decided to start keeping odd hours, probably convinced I’m up to something again. Whatever his issue with me is this time, I haven’t been able to sneak out after hours without the danger of him following me like he did fifth year. I couldn’t risk it. But I’m starving and I need to drink something, at least a small badger, before my next class. My fangs have been popping every time a breeze blows my way, I feel like I’m thirteen again and just getting used to having fangs at all.

I’m so distracted that I don’t notice the sleeping boy beneath the trees until I trip over him. I crash down in a tangle of limbs and flailing.

“Fuck! Fuck! Are you alright? I’m so sorry! Fuck-”

I turn to see who I stumbled over and see curls and bright blue eyes, wide after being woken up so suddenly.

“Oh. It’s just you.” I sneer. “Hello Snow.”

He blinks stupidly at me for a moment, eyes as wide as saucers. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know. Just going for a nice stroll between classes until I was tripped by some idiot sleeping under a tree.”

He looks affronted at that. And he bloody well should be. It’s his fault I’m in this mess in the first place.

“Were you spying on me?” Snow narrows his eyes.

I scoff. “Snow, if I was spying on you, you wouldn’t know it. Now seeing as I’m practically in your lap, I think we can both come to the conclusion that is not what I was doing.”

And then I realize, I’m practically in his lap. Our legs are all tangled up together and I’m basically lying across him, my elbows in the dirt, scuffing up my button-up. I think he realizes this as well as I feel him start to shift his legs underneath me.

“Um…” he starts, blushing like mad. “Could you maybe, you know…” he trails off, gesturing at me.

“Right,” I say. My cheeks would be turning red if I had enough blood in me.

There’s a moment of almost silence as we try and untangle ourselves. Just Simon’s loud breathing.

I manage to get my arm up and around Simon to try and push myself up before I stop.

The world sways and spins around me.

“Are- are you alright?” Simon asks.

“Yeah,” I say, trying to push a sneer back on my face. “Yeah, I just. Y’know I think I may have hit my head”

Everything suddenly comes to a sharp focus as Simon puts his hands in my face, pulling me down closer to him. I realize I’m now completely on top of him, my hands on either side of his head. Aleister Crowley, as if this day could get any worse.

“Baz, Baz. Look at me.” Simon sighs. “Look, I may hate you, but I need to make sure you don’t have a concussion or something.”

I glance back down at him and his blue blue eyes stare into mine. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing now. What little blood left in me all rushing to my face at my closeness to Simon. After moments that seem like years staring into the depths of his eyes, he relaxes a bit.

“Okay,” he says, yawning a bit, “You’re probably fine but maybe you should just, stay here a bit.”

I nod my assent, too dizzy and distracted by Simon to argue.

He slowly guides me down to my elbows, and then to the ground, so that my right side is on the ground, but I’m still leaning against him. My head rests against his shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat, fast and steady through my palm that rests on his chest. I glance up and see him watching me, an odd look on his face.

“I still hate you, you know.” I nod and look away, pushing all of my panicked thoughts (what the fuck am I doing?) to the back of my head. I’m too dizzy to care what Simon feels for me at this moment, so long as I can stay curled up next to his warm body and feel his magic spark against his skin.

I slowly let my eyes fall shut, drifting off to the sound of Snow’s even breathing.

I wake up slowly, blinking at the twilight that has set in. The sun has gone down and I can’t remember what I’m doing outside. Then I glance over and see Simon. Simon, asleep beside me. I stare for hours, or maybe minutes, or maybe eternity. Tracing his moles from his eyelid to his cheek. Watching his chest rise and fall gently. How can he be so alive all the time? It fills me with envy. That he’s alive with such ease.

My stirring must have woken him, because his eyes open softly, piercing blue right into mine.

“Baz?” he whispers softly. Confused and still wrapped in sleep.

“What’re you doing here?” he mumbles.

“Shhhh, Simon” I say, because I can’t help myself. “You’re fine. Go back to sleep. You need it.”

“Mmm” he agrees, closing his eyes.

I start to shift, carefully trying to pull myself from his grip. I really need to feed, as much as I want to stay here with Simon forever.

“Where are you going?” he says softly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon.”

I stand and watch him curl in on himself in my absence, and then walk towards the woods.

– Simon –

I wake in my bed. Confused and alone. I glance around our room but don’t see Baz. I remember falling asleep. His soft hair brushing up against my cheek in the grass. He seemed so innocent and soft when he was injured. Dizzy from hitting his head when he tripped over me. His eyes soft and scattered. Like a baby bunny I needed to take care of. Bunnicula maybe. The bed next to me is empty, but I don’t remember how I got up here. Sleep starts to seep over me again and I let it, closing my eyes.

Some time later I wake to the door creaking open.

“Baz?” I ask.

He looks up from the door, his hair falling in his eyes which glint a steel grey in the darkness.

“Yeah?” he asks. I can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

I decide to start with the easy questions.

“What time is it?”

“Um, probably a little after midnight,” he guesses.

“Where were you?”

He huffs a laugh and starts moving towards his bed. For once, I decide to leave it alone.

“Wait,” I say as he begins to climb into his bed. He pauses and turns to look at me. I swallow, suddenly unsure of what I was thinking.

“Um, do you wanna, maybe,” I take a deep breath, “sleep here, with me, tonight?”

I don’t expect the genuine smile that lights his face as he moves towards me cautiously.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I say, smiling back. “That was the best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Maybe if you weren’t up all night watching me…” he starts, wrapping his arms around me.

“Well we’ll just have to make this a more permanent thing, so I can always know where you are.”

He laughs quietly, “I don’t think I’d mind that.”

I’m glad more users are speaking up about the barrage of people starting to identify as maladaptive daydreamers. Last November, when I first discovered the disorder, there was not nearly as many people in the tag and I think it’s because of that one post going around with thousands of notes which claims maladaptive daydreaming is just something everybody does.

A lot of people appear to dress maladaptive daydreaming in nice clothes. It sounds like paradise but in truth it’s not something to revel in. It hurts you more than it helps you, and what’s worse is that many people already don’t think it negatively impacts your life.

When you identify as a maladaptive daydreamer without your daydreams being maladaptive you make the rest of us look like we’re over exaggerating or worse, make it seem like the disorder is common. Being mentally ill shouldn’t be the equivalent of collecting stamps for your collection. It’s a serious problem that I think Tumblr overlooks. We now glorify these real life problems and make them seem desirable. Truth is no one wants depression, anxiety, and for me, I don’t really want maladaptive daydreaming. You shouldn’t want your life to be an absolute mess.

I do have some hope when other MaDDers come forth with news that they’ve been prescribed medication that helps cut back on the worst of it (or when users on here, and bless them, recommend treatments), but this progress can easily be destroyed if you make MaDD out to be something so common and “harmless” that it shouldn’t be taken seriously.

It’s not harmless, it does do damage. I’m socially handicapped and lack the ability to make commitments because it’s been a plague on my life for years. Just trying to stop my daydreams takes weeks of effort and I consider myself more on the mild side. I see people on here that can daydream for over six hours straight and watch the world move on without them, which is painful. For some it’s the equivalent of an addiction. It’s bad, but it’s there, it’s hard to top.

So please, if your daydreams aren’t maladaptive please do not identify as a maladaptive daydreamer. It’s not something to show off. Depression is something much deeper than just being sad (and technically it has barely anything to do with feeling sad), just as maladaptive daydreaming is something far beyond having a wild imagination.

Daydream [VI] Hanamaru & Ruby

Reminder: This is based off of Daydream Warrior and this fanart I did
Warning: Profanity, violence and sex.
Ships: You>Chika>Kanan>Riko>?; with mentions of YouMari & KanaMari, and implied DiaYoshi & Maruby
Words: 2,823
[concept doodle]

[I. Mari] [II. Chika] [III. Yohane] [IV. Kanan] [V. Dia] [VI. Hanamaru & Ruby] [VII. You] [VIII. Riko] [IX. ???]


VI. Hanamaru & Ruby

“But I want to go back”
“To that day, the day we met”
“My one wish goes ungranted”


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Okay so I’m not done with this and legitimately when I have time this summer in the season break, will probably end up writing some Savitar fic and will probably make it coldflash if I do.

Ponyboy x reader--Requested from prompt list

“H-how long have you been standing there?”

You and Pony have the same math class. It’s not your favorite class but you like it more because he’s in there. He makes math class less sucky.

You like him a lot. He’s such a sweet and caring person. Being a greaser yourself, you understand the struggles he has dealing with the Socs. Usually, in  math, you partner up with him because neither of you have friends in that class. He’s really nice to talk to, you just wish you knew him better.

Today in math, you have to work on a small group project.

“Pick your partner. And no Susan, only groups of two.” He says. Susan huffs out a breath; she’s the kid who always asks if we can work in groups of three. You suppress your laughter. You dislike Susan with a passion. She’s just some Soc girl that’s been too pampered.

You catch yourself looking at Pony, when suddenly he looks back at you. You immediately dart your eyes back to the board.

Dammit, you scold yourself. You see him smile before he turns back around. Did he smile at me? you ask yourself. No probably not.

“Get into your groups.” the teacher instructs. Ponyboy gathers his stuff and struts over to your desk. You smile as a way of greeting him.

“Morning (Y/N).” he says.

“Good morning.” you say. God, (Y/N). You sound way too happy to see him. Calm down. you scold yourself again. 

“Let’s see here we need to…” he says more but you don’t hear. You’re too caught up in the way his hair is combed back. The way his green-gray eyes scan over the assignment sheet. The way his lips move slightly when he reads it. 

“(Y/N)? Hello?” Pony says.

“Oh sorry. Day dreaming, I guess.”

“I do that, too. No need to worry about it.” You still blush.

“Let’s get down to business.” you say. (Mulan song plays in the background)


At lunch, you go and sit with your friends. They chatter about nonsense while you still daydream about Ponyboy. You imagine you two going out on a date. It’s one of your favorite daydreams.

“(Y/N), what do you think?” your friend, Penny, asks pulling you into the conversation.

“I-I don’t care.”

“You weren’t even paying attention.” Penny says.

“Of course not. Too busy thinking of that guy….What’s his name again?” Victoria asks.

You cross your arms over your chest. “You know his name.”

You feel someone step up behind you. “Ponyboy Curtis, right?” Oh God. Susan.

You freeze and don’t speak a word. “Oh come on (Y/N). We all know it’s true. Why don’t we go tell him now? He’s over there with that greaser.”

You look over to see Pony sitting with Johnny, his best friend. You still refuse to speak. 

“Fine then.” Susan says. She grabs a milk carton off of the table and holds it above your head. 

“You’re childish.” you tell her. She tips the carton to the side, pouring the milk on top of your head. It’s in your hair, on your shirt, dripping onto your pants. You are about to bust the bitch’s lip when you’re suddenly ushered away from her and your friends too.

You look and see Ponyboy Curtis holding your hand. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” He leads you to the girl’s bathroom.  “I can’t go in.”

“Yeah, I know.” you say, still upset that Susan poured milk on you. 

“I-I’ll get you some paper towels. Uhhh…here–” He takes off his hoodie and hands it to you. “Your shirt’s soaked but I can’t do anything about your pants. Go in there and replace your shirt with my sweatshirt.” You nod and do as he said. 

A minute later, you’re out of the bathroom, trying to dry your hair. Once it feels dry enough, you run your fingers through it.

“I’m real sorry she poured that milk on you, but you could have just told me you liked me.”

“W-wh–” He smirks.

“Wanna go to The Dingo tomorrow at 7?” 

“Yeah. 7.” He smiles and he walks you back to where Johnny is sitting.

Class Pet (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by sddonald22

You never knew why, but ever since the first grade your peers always saw you as a target. You remember punching some kid on the playground and being punished for it so you never fought back in fear of the consequences.

You were a rule follower. You were adored by all of your teachers and were praised for your academics, which gave more the reason to be a target all these years. Being it was now your sophomore year of high school you had learned to keep your mouth shut, embrace the hits, run, hide, the whole routine.

It was hard sometimes living with the fact that no one your age was on your side, but nevertheless, you continued to work hard in school. Even though you were one of the top in your class, someone always seemed to beat you. In class you would compete to give the teacher the correct answer, and you would feel defeat knowing that someone’s test scores were 1% higher than yours at times.

It was friendly competition, you could tell. Peter Parker always had an anxious way about him. The way he would answer questions and his body language when he received his test scores. People in school saw him as an awkward nobody with good grades, but you didn’t see that at all.

Peter was the one person you liked seeing at school, but you were sure he didn’t even know your name hence why you’d never spoken before. You kept your distance in fear of him being like the others, although you knew he wasn’t.

Nevertheless it was last period on a Friday, and it was quite toasty in class today. You were taking notes and found yourself dozing off and going back and forth in your thoughts as the hour dragged on and on.

You were taken out of your trance as you heard your teacher repeating your name over and over. “The bell rang a few minutes ago. What’s going on today Y/n? You’re not one to daydream, especially in my class,” Mr. Wilson leaned against his desk.

“Oh nothing Mr. Wilson, I’m so sorry I promise it won’t happen again,” You said as you frantically packed up your things.

You rushed out of the room, your cheeks flushed a shade so red. You couldn’t believe you had just embarrassed yourself in front of one of your favorite teachers, and you were even more embarrassed when you walked out of the classroom to see Flash and his gang hanging around outside the door.

“Hey loser! I can’t believe you were daydreaming about Mr. Wilson and missed the bell! What a freak am I right? I never thought you, Y/n Y/L/n, would go for older men,” Flash exclaimed as his posse exploded in laughter.

“N… no th.. that’s not what happened at all…” You stuttered trying to explain yourself.

“Wilson and Y/n sitting in a tree…”

“Stop!” You yelled.

“See ya around smart-ass,” Flash spat at you.

Mr. Wilson was right. You normally weren’t one to daydream during class, but for some reason your head was really getting to you today. Making you question yourself and your image, but it’s not like Flash or anyone in school cared about your thoughts or feelings.

You walked with your head down toward your locker, trying not to cry as you realized your name was being whispered through the halls. You could of sworn this was the last straw, you wanted so badly to be homeschooled. Unfortunately for you there was no one around to teach you.

You were once again taken from your thoughts when Flash snuck up on you and slammed your locker door shut. You screamed in agony as your hand was stuck between the cold metal, and Flash smiled to himself walking away with a victory. You stood there in shock with tears streaming down your face.

“Oh my gosh Y/n are you alright?” You heard Peter Parker ask as he pulled your locker open.

“H… how did you do that?” You asked amazed at his strength. “I mean thank you Peter.”

You continued to stare at the ground, afraid to look up at Peter, as the tears stained your face. You also became aware of the fact that Peter Parker knew your name.

“Yeah no problem at all. Hey! Why don’t you come study at my place today? Or maybe yours… whatever you’re more comfortable with. But I was just thinking we could study together or something,” Peter spoke at the speed of light.

“I wouldn’t mind that at all,” you spoke slowly looking up at him with wide eyes. You went to gather your books, instantly dropping them as your hand had suffered a major injury just moments ago. Papers were scattered all over the hall and you had managed to drop a book on Peters foot.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” You exclaimed as you basically fell to the ground trying to gather your things.

“No no, don’t worry about it. I didn’t feel a thing,” Peter reassured you as he helped you pick up your books and papers.

Peter set all of your books inside your locker and reached down to help you up. As you went to go grab your things Peter insisted he carry them for you. You tried acting like it was no big deal, but Peter wouldn’t take no for an answer.

The walk wasn’t so far to Peters apartment. You both enjoyed each others company and conversed the whole way. You found you both had a lot in common and it felt like you too had been best pals all this time, even though you just had your first real encounter minutes before.

Peter informed you that his Aunt wasn’t home from work yet, as he struggled with the key to the door. You put your hand over his to steady it, opening the door.

Peter led you to his couch and told you to make yourself at home. He came back with a first aid kit and an ice pack. He tenderly wrapped your hand and rested it over the ice pack.

“Thanks Peter, this is more than enough. You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” he replied.

You suggested you both converse a little while longer before studying, and Peter agreed.

“Where have you been all of these years Parker, I could have really used someone like you.”

“Well I’m here now. I’m actually kind of glad Flash slammed your hand in your locker today,” Peter replied.

“Wow, thanks,” you said sarcastically.

“No that’s not what I meant really. Wha.. what I meant was, it… it gave me the opportunity to approach you without all these… nerves.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned him.

“Nnnn… nothing,” he stuttered.

“Alright Parker, why don’t we just stick to studying for now,” you laughed.

You migrated to the floor in front of Peter so you could spread out while you studied. You flew through the first couple of subjects, and you found it was really nice to have a study buddy. There was soft music playing in the background, you hummed along to the tunes without thinking. You just felt so comfortable around Peter. But then you got super uncomfortable as you approached your Physics homework.

You hated showing your frustration with the topic as you just weren’t getting it. You also hated the fact that Peter was so much better at Physics than you. You were so embarrassed, for the hundredth time today. Peter watched the way you fiddled around biting your lip and playing with your hair as you just stared at the intimidating set of problems. You shuffled through the stack of papers surrounding you as you searched for the answers in your notes. Eventually you gave up and fell backwards against the couch.

“I’m just not good enough,” you mumbled under your breath.

You felt Peter slide down beside you, “Yes you are, you’ve always been good enough.”

“Oh you know I’m not Peter, and I’m not talking about Physics anymore.”

Peter looked at you with such care it melted you. He took you into an embrace and rubbed soft circles on your back.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You questioned Peter.

“I’ve always wanted to talk to you, since the first grade, to be your friend… be more than a friend,” he slowly admitted.

Your uninjured hand found its way to his cheek and you drew an outline around his jaw. His hands found their way to your waist pulling you closer to him, and suddenly his lips were on yours.

“Shouldn’t we be taking this slow?” You asked.

“Maybe, but I’m okay with running for a little bit,” Peter replied as his soft lips danced upon yours. You couldn’t agree more.

so i know m not the best when it comes to responding to messages n keeping in touch with ppl but if you have sent me a kind message? or if we are mutuals? maybe we have spoken once maybe we dont talk at all maybe i send u random stuff? (tbh if your reading this) i just want u to know i lov u and i am extremely grateful to know u

i’m not the only one who’s daydreams go dark, right? like yeah sometimes the scenarios are fun and comfortable but i never hear anyone talking about dreams where they get into fights, where they’re being hurt or having horrible feelings and these daydreams feel worse for me because i am feeling everything that my dreamself is, and i can never stop them, and it’s horrible, but in the tag all i see are people talking about the good stuff and idk am i alone in this?