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Better Like This (Spideypool)

Scene from my new Spideypool ABO with insecure!alpha!wade and omega!peter

My ABOs are all fairly emotional, and this one should be good and angsty with lots of Wade feels.

For those of you who don’t know, my Spideypool pairing is always Andrew Garfield/Ryan Reynolds.

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Wade hesitated before leaving, taking one long last look at the omega on the bed.

Spider-man.

Wade didn’t even know his real name, but that was fine.

It was better like this.

He knew for all that strength and bravery and those spidey-reflexes, the omega would be upset to wake up alone, but it would be fine.

Sharing heat didnt have to be a big deal, and Spidey’s had only lasted twenty four hours. Twenty four hours of Wade finally getting his hands on that beautiful body, of hearing all those soft noises and sharp cries and scenting the sweet scent that was purely omega…purely him.

Wade hadn’t even gotten undressed, kept his mask on and everything, and the lights had been off, the windows blacked out so nobody’s identity was compromised. Spidey had begged– begged–Wade to get naked, had pleaded for skin to skin contact, but Wade had refused.

It was better like this.

Better that Spidey didn’t feel how scarred and damaged Wade’s skin was. Better that Spidey wasn’t horrified by the mess that his face. It was bad enough he had felt the rough edges of Wade’s fingers as they had moved together, he certainly didn’t need to be exposed to anything else.

And Spidey certainly didn’t need to have to deal with Wade still there when he woke up. No, that would be too weird.

So Wade grabbed his gloves off the floor and pulled the covers up around the bare shoulders he could just barely see, and backed out of the door.

“You’re leaving me?” The omegas voice was soft and devastated and Wade had to swallow back a growl of possessiveness. One shared heat didn’t make the omega his. Not even close.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” Wade said softly.

“Wade.” Spidey sounded hoarse, too many hours of screaming his way through his heat ruining his throat. “Wade please… just a few more minutes.”

“It’s better like this.” Wade clenched his fists. “Better like this, Spidey. Your heat broke, you don’t need me sticking around making things weird.”

“But I need–” He cleared his throat. “Coming down is easier with an Alpha.”

“Here.” Wade didn’t even hesitate, just stripped off his shirt and lay it on the bed, remembering too late that Spidey could see in the dark, flinching at the gasp that was overly loud in the dark room. “Just um— it smells like me.”

Wade couldn’t see it, but the deep inhale and resulting whimper told him the omega had grabbed the shirt and was holding it tight.

“I’ll see you around, Spidey.” He said finally and took another step away before he tried to climb back into the bed. “Patrol, right? After you sleep? Make sure you eat something too. Water. You gotta keep hydrated.”

“Yes Alpha.” Came the shaky reply and Wade wanted to howl at that.

“Spidey–”

“My names Peter. Peter.”

“Peter.” Wade whispered. “Get some sleep.”

“You don’t have to leave.” Peter insisted.

“It’s better like this. You don’t want to deal with this mess.”

Wade forced himself out the door, out of the apartment and down the street, snagging a new shirt off a vendor and tossing some money at him.

He didn’t know that Peter had climbed out of bed and out the window and watched him go.

He didn’t know that the omega had collapsed back onto his covers and curled into a ball around Wade’s shirt and cried.

He just kept telling himself it was better like this, and went home to his empty apartment.

I Think I’m Dying

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Words:  1193
Requested by @fandomlyawsome:  Jared x sick! Reader ? She gets a bad virus and he takes care of her.



          You were sitting in Jared’s trailer after you finished your scenes. You hadn’t felt great all day, but you had done what you needed to do. You knew you were coming down with something. You hated being sick.

           You moved to the bed in Jared’s trailer and curled up with your head on the pillow. You didn’t know how long he was going to be, but you were going to take advantage of the bed while you had it.

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Jared’s Point Of View

           When I got to my trailer, I found Y/N sleeping in my bed. I could tell there was something wrong immediately though. I had seen her sick before. This was already turning into a sickness because she already looked worried and upset in her sleep.

           I put my hand gently against her forehead and sighed. She was burning up. My poor girl was sick.

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from afar pt six // jughead jones au

from afar // the one where she finds out

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summary: (Y/N) needs a wedding date. jughead is the only one available. small problem-they aren’t on good terms.

words: 1,316

(((author’s note: since i didn’t release a new part for two days despite saying i would release a new part daily, i decided to release two today!! so enjoy part six.)))


“Close the fucking curtains, Forsythe. I’m dying here.” she groaned as the light shone directly into her eyes.

“Shouldn’t have drank so much last night then, sweet cheeks.”

“I don’t need you to go off at me.”

“Sorry, sweet cheeks.” he grinned, walking towards the bathroom door “By the way, dad says thank you for the compliment.”

“No way!” (Y/N) pushed herself up “What did I say about FP?”

“I just want to tell him his dad is hot.” He mimicked her “I can’t forget ‘FP Jones is a hot human.’”

“And you actually told him?”

“Of course, I did, sweet cheeks. Dad deserved to know.”

“Next time, please let me speak to him instead.”

“And why would I do that, sweet cheeks?”

“Because your dad is single.” She laughed “And hot.”


“Thank God, you’re still alive.” Archie commented as (Y/N) joined them on the patio.

“How are you feeling, Mon?”

“Shit.”

“How’s FP, (Y/N)?” Betty teased, nudging her playful.

“Who’s that?” Montana asked, perking up slightly.

“My d-”

However he was cut off by (Y/N) “The hottest dad to ever grace my life. His genetics are something else.”

“As I was saying, he’s my father.”

Montana pushed her glasses down, scanning Jughead.

“I approve, (Y/N), but I want to see the father.”

Jughead groaned as (Y/N) unlocked her phone, swiping for a short second before bringing her phone up for Montana to see.

“The wedding is cancelled and I’m going back to Riverdale with these to meet that fine man.” Montana exclaimed.

“His son’s a lot more fine though.” (Y/N) nodded, leaning into Jughead’s side.

“You two make me sick.” Archie winked at the pair.


“Momma!” (Y/N) shouted “Me and Jughead are cooking dinner tonight. You and Dad can get your feet up.”

“(Y/N), sweetie, I’m okay with the cooking.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mrs. (L/N), we’ve got this.”


“Jughead, we don’t need that for lasagna.” (Y/N) groaned “Put it back.”

“But sweet cheeks, what if I want to snack on a carrot?”

“Buy it with your own money then.”


The pair entered the meat aisle and Jughead reacted with a groan.

“I decided I’m becoming a vegan.” He paused for a few seconds “Starting…NOW!”

His shout got the other shoppers’ attention, which ultimately lead to (Y/N)’s cheeks to heat up and turn a crimson shade.

“Forsythe, don’t be a twat, we all know you’d miss the milkshakes at Pop’s too much.”

“Ugh, fine. We’ll have meat in the lasagna.”


“LA-SAG-NA.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, sweet cheeks.”


“Jughead, can you get the hair out of my face, please?”

“You know, I’ve thought of holding your hair back for other reasons.” He smirked

“I literally have a knife in my hands.”


“I’m loving the apron look, Forsythe.”

“I’m actually naked underneath this.”

“You disgust me.”

“Ah, so you’ve discussed me.”


“I was expecting to walk into a crime scene but you two seem to be getting along.” Archie shook his head “I can’t believe it. My two closest friends are getting along for the first time in forever.”

“You underestimate us.” Jughead chuckled.


(Y/N) burst out into fits of laughter as she walked back into the kitchen to Jughead dancing along to ‘Dancing Queen’ by ABBA.

His head snapped to face her, his face immediately turning red. “You did not see that.”

“That was the whitest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”


“That lasagna looks crisp.”

“Thanks papa! I did most of the work.” (Y/N) grinned, engulfing her father into a hug “How was work?”

“Tiring. Get me retired ASAP.”

“You won’t be saying that once you retire, Pa.”


“Jughead suggested we make white lasagna and I literally nearly broke up with him.” (Y/N) grimaced.

“But we didn’t because I don’t know how to say no to you.”

“Remember when we actually liked each other?” (Y/N)’s mom spoke up, looking her husband in the eye.


“Kevin! I’m missing you, boo.”

“Miss you too but okay, keep me updated, what’s with the cutesy pictures from Six Flags that your brother tagged you in?”

“Well, are the photos convincing?”

“You both look disgustingly in love.”


“How’s my child?”

“Reginald took him for a walk.”

“God, he’s so whipped for me.”

“You wish.”

“Tell Reg, I miss him and can’t wait to see Chester.”

“Why did you two name your dog Chester?”

“After Chester Cheetah, of course.”

“God, you make me sick.” Kevin gagged “You and Jones deserve each other.”


“If you two have babies, I better be the godfather.”

“I don’t even like him like that.”

“Oh but darling, he likes you like that.”


“We’re going for a late night drive. Get in the car.” Betty burst into the room, interrupting the silence that fell between Jughead and (Y/N).

“Alright, let me quickly change.”


“I think Niall is starting to get suspicious.” Archie gazed at (Y/N) through the rear-view mirror.

“What do you mean?”

“Whilst you and Jughead were grocery shopping, he came around and mentioned that you guys weren’t being affectionate.”

“You took us for a drive to tell us that when you could’ve just mentioned it in my room.”

“I didn’t want anyone hearing.”

“Basically, what my boyfriend is trying to say is you guys need to up your PDA.”

“But, I don’t really want to make out in front of my family. Thats, like, weird.”

“You’ve done it once, all you need to do is do it again.”

Betty nodded “In front of Niall, specifically”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it the first time, sweet cheeks.”

“I’m just trying so hard to control myself around you.” she scoffed.

“Good to know you appreciate me, sweet cheeks.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, darling. My respect for you flew out the window once you suggested white lasagna.”


“Hey, since we’re in the car, can I get a Taco Bell?” (Y/N) poked her head in between the driver’s seat and the passenger’s seat.

Archie groaned but nodded before taking a turn towards the main roads, exiting the country lanes.


“So why does your cousins have such Irish names?”

“You mean Niall and Niamh?”

“Yeah, they’re the only cousins of yours I’ve met.”

“Don’t get clever, Forsythe. I was just clarifying.”

“So why do they?”

“Their father is Irish.”

“Okay.”


“Hide-out hill in ten?”

“See you then.”


“Arch, I don’t know how she does it.”

“What do you mean?”

“She makes me feel like I’m in one of those stupid romcoms you two watch with each other.”

“First of all, romantic comedies are not stupid, they are a work of art. Secondly, you bottled your true emotions for a good odd years, opening up will make you feel giddy.”

“I agreed on this trip, thinking I’d watch her crash and burn and enjoy it whilst she screams but here I am now, wanting to hold her hand and make her feel all nice and shit.”

“You gotta say something, dude. It’ll eat you up if you don’t.”

“What can I say? Oh I know, maybe I could be like. Hey, (Y/N), by the way, I know that rule one is no catching feelings but fuck the rules because I think I’ve always known that I’ve liked you and hey, if it’s not mutual, I can just like you from afar and we can go back to not speaking and you can go back to flirting with Reggie at every possible minute because that guy is tall and have you seen his face? God, it looks like an angel carved it. Heck, if you don’t like me back, I may just move on to Reggie.”

“Okay, Jughead, bro. You can breathe.”

As Archie spoke, his eyes locked with (Y/N)’s. Her instant reaction was to press her pointer finger against her lips, walking away from the hill as quietly as possible.


“Betty!” (Y/N) whispered, as she bumped into the girl at the patio doors “Forsythe Jones caught feelings.”


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15.

Today was the big action scene that you were involved in. You’d been looking forward to it all day and had done plenty of practising for it as you wanted to do this stunt yourself. You had to jump from a bridge onto the roof of a car, with a big crash pad to land on. It wasn’t much of a drop thankfully, as you kind of hated heights, but this was doable. The scene was with Tom and Ross, and they had to do the same.
“Okay, ready guys? Lets do this!” The director called.
Ross ran and jumped down onto the car, landing exactly where he had to. Tom followed and did the same, then it was your turn. You ran and leapt over the edge, you looked down at where you were landing and realised you were too far over to one side. Landing on the edge of the crash pad, you try and hold onto it but roll off the side and off of the top of the car onto the ground. It wasn’t a huge drop thankfully, but it sure did hurt rolling onto the concrete.
“Fuck,” you shout, landing on your front, hands out on the ground by your face. Ross and Tom run over to you to see if you’re okay and kneel either side of you.
“(Y/N)! Are you alright?” Tom asks, placing a hand on your lower back.
“Yeah, fine, just grazed my hands, and probably knees as well,” you groaned. They both help you up and you limp over to the first aid tent to get cleaned up.
“Sorry guys! Did the shot come out alright though?” You asked as you shuffled past the crew.
“It actually looked pretty good until you gave everyone a heart attack. Luckily you won’t need to do it again!” The director called out.
“Yes! I wanna see the action replay when I get back!” You smile.
“You should have seen Tom’s face when he saw you fall,” Ross laughed.
“I was worried, okay!” Tom exclaimed.
“Ooh, what’s Norman going to say?” Ross teased, knowing that he would flip out over the fact you got hurt.
“Oh shit, no one tell him please!” You plead.
“I’m not promising anything I’m afraid, he’ll find out (Y/N), you know that,” Tom says shaking his head.
“Yeah he will, dammit. Well I’m not telling him first, he can find out-”
“(Y/N)! Hey! Guys wait!” Norman’s shouting cuts you off. Ross and Tom both look at you with worried faces and they help you turn around to face him. “You fell off a roof of a car?!” He questions as he looks at your leg and the blood seeping through your trousers.
“Umm, maybe,” you answer. Norman looks at Tom and Ross.
“Thanks for helping her guys, I can take it from here,” he says nodding to them.
They take your arms from around their necks and wave as they walk back to set. Norman takes your arm, puts it around his neck and his arm snakes around your waist gripping your hip tightly.
“How did you find out?” You ask.
“Tom text me,” he admitted.
“What? When?! The sneaky little…”
“Don’t be mad at him! I’m glad he did it, you wouldn’t have!”
“Ha, true. I might have told you tonight though… maybe,” you joke.
“Nah, definitely, I would have tickled it out of you, ya know that,” he smirks, sticking his tongue out.
You laugh and nudge into him playfully. You arrive at the first aid tent and get patched up by one of the team then limp back to set with Norman keeping a close eye on you. The rest of the scene is easy to complete, and the limp adds to the drama and you’re all trying to get away from a group of walkers. When you’re all done for the day Norman walks you to his bike and you climb on behind him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Once you get to the place you shared when filming he helps you off and opens the door for you.
“How are you feeling?” He asks concerned.
“Not good actually, I ache everywhere,” you groan, lowering yourself onto the couch.
“Oh baby, I’ll get you some painkillers.” Norman goes off to the bathroom and roots around for some pills then gets you a glass of water. By the time he gets back with everything, you’ve fallen asleep on the sofa from pain and exhaustion. He carries you into the bedroom and lays you down then takes off your dirty clothes and covers you gently with the duvet. He places the pills on the bedside table with the water and leaves a note incase you wake up when he’s not in the room.

Take these tablets baby, you’ll feel better. Shout if you need anything else.
Love you
X

He retreats back into the kitchen and starts washing up the bits from breakfast. Once he’s done he sits down on the sofa and puts on the tv, not concentrating on what he’s watching at all as he’s worrying about you so much. Eventually he gets up and walks down to the bedroom to check on you. His head peeks round the door and sees the tablets aren’t there anymore and the water’s gone down in the glass. You’ve turned over and are facing his side of the bed. He walks round to see your face and even though you’re asleep again, your face is frowning with pain and you look uncomfortable.
“(Y/N)… (Y/N)…?” He whispers, sitting on top of the duvet next to you.
“Hmmm? Norm?” You mumble.
“(Y/N), baby, you don’t look comfortable, what do you want me to do?”
“My back aches,” you say a little more awake this time, “it’s okay Norm, I’ve only just had the tablets. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m coming to bed now anyway,” he says.
“Have you had dinner?” You ask, knowing the answer really.
“I had something,” he lies.
“No! Norman I’ll make you something, you’ve gotta eat,” you scold, getting up from the pillow.
“No you won’t!” He laughs, pushing you softly back down. “I’ll make something now, I promise. I’ll bring you something as well, you need to eat too.” He goes off into the kitchen again and does beans and cheese on toast for the both of you. When he comes back he’s carrying a tray with yours on it and you smile and sit up to take it. He goes off to get his and rests it on the bed as he takes his clothes off to slide in next to you. You eat the dinner quickly, not realising how hungry you were. You lean down and place the tray on the floor next to the bed and sit up against your pillows, stomach truly satisfied. Norman looks over at you and smiles as he chews his last mouthful of food.
“Better?” He asks.
“Much. Thank you.”
“How’s your pain?”
“Still there, but I think the tablets are kicking in now thankfully.”
“Good, ‘cause I want a snuggle.” He smiles cheekily. You grin back at him for being so cute and lean over so that your head is resting on his shoulder, your arms are around his waist and your legs are resting over his.
“This snuggly enough for you?” You ask sweetly. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer.
“Now it is, yeah,” he sighs, kissing you on the nose.

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anonymous asked:

Yo birdboy what's it like bein' a bird boy? Gotta eat worms or make a nest or something to satisfy your birdy-ness?

not as much anymore, no. i haven’t eaten in ages. maybe i should'a let those anons offer me food but uh, i’m doing fine anyways.

building pillow and blanket nests is always fun though. warm and comforting. peaceful. quiet.

heh…