gwen why are you so perfect

that-one-strange-geek  asked:

SOME MORE DATE GWENVID FOR YOU! "David, what are you doing?" "It's a romantic date under the stars!" "I can see that, dummy. I mean, WHY are you doing this?" "Because I love you and I want to show you how much I love you, Gwen." "David... You big old sap... Fuck, I love you so much." "And I love you just as much." "...You did all this, for me?" "Yepp. Just you and me, under the stars." "You're such a romantic, do you know that?" "Yepp." "You're amazing, David." "And you're perfect."

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Inked Tragedy || Peter Parker

for this story, please picture Andrew!Peter Parker.

please don’t repost/plagiarize this plot! reblogs are fine though!

Word count: 3,000+

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Originally posted by yoimspiderman

[prompt: you meet a man covered in tattoos. at night, his tattoos move and tell a story. write one of the stories.] –prompt given via Reddit

You live in a world where the most significant moment in your life is etched upon your skin in the form of a tattoo. Where the tattoo is formed and what event is being told varies from person to person, but one thing remains the same and that is how each night, the ink that stains a person’s skin will move and unravel a particular memory. It’s a very intimate ritual and you weren’t sure if there is a way to prevent such a thing from happening.

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Haunted House

Summary: Harry hates Halloween more than anything.

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Harry was an absolutely miserable mess and there was simply no other way to describe it.

He was one zombie pop up away from having a heart attack and there was no one to blame but himself. It was his idea to come to the fucking haunted house, he was the one that bought the tickets to get in and paid the parking fee, he was the one that had driven them there, he was the one who’d walked into the house with two excited girls hanging from his arms, jumping around with large smiles on their faces because they’d been waiting to come here forever and he’d always said no because he knew it’d be like this; He’d be scared to death of every gust of wind and they’d laugh at him along with everyone else who noticed him nearly jumping out of his skin and squealing like a little girl whenever somebody popped out in front of him.

Y/N and his daughter, Gwen, had been begging him for the last three years to take them to the haunted house that everyone was buzzing about every single October, and he’d always refused. He would’ve said no this year as well and they would’ve done the same thing they did every Halloween; Stayed at home, dressed in matching costumes like the three bears or even some Disney Characters and handed out candy to the little kids that came by in hopes of getting some of Harry’s famous homemade granola bars that were healthy yet delicious, as he always reminded them in that tone that always made Gwen cringe, and then they’d watch the one scary movie Harry’s heart could (just barely) handle, scary movie, and then it was off to bed. At 10:00. On Halloween.

Boring and too safe, as Gwen always reminded him, and just as it should be, as he always said. They would’ve been at home doing that right now! If only he hadn’t forgotten Y/N’s birthday three nights ago and said no to Gwen going on what was supposed to be her first date with her so-called ‘boyfriend’…

He hadn’t heard a word from either of them until he announced that they were finally going to the haunted house. And now here they were.

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Y/N rubbed his arm in a comforting fashion and spoke in the softest tone she could muster up. Harry’s face flushed as he heard the sound of two little boys snickering behind him, along with his own daughter. “Make them stop.” Harry whined. Y/N rolled her eyes and then narrowed them at her daughter. “Quit laughing at your dad, you know he’s easily scared-” “Traumatized.” Harry corrected her. “I’m traumatized.”

“Sure, right.” Y/N nodded in agreement, trying to end the conversation before it started. She and Gwen had heard the story a billion times and now it was etched into her brain.

When he was four and a half years old-Or maybe just entering the sweet age of five, as he always said- he’d been knocked over by a group of kids who were all running to get candy from the best house in the neighborhood, the house that always had the good stuff. The snickers, the Twix, the paydays, the candy apples. It was like a candy shop over there, not that the expectations were really high. Every other house always gave out mints and laffy taffies, if they were feeling generous.

Harry had laid on the ground crying for a whole five minutes, his elbow bruised and his cheek feeling sore, and one of those kids had stepped on his finger too! He swore off Halloween from that day on.

Until he was ten when he decided to give it another try.

Mischievous, as every other ten year old boy is, he’d dressed up in the scariest costume he could find, a white sheet with holes in it so he could see because 'what could possibly be scarier than ghosts’, and headed out with his friends with hopes of scaring some girls to death, or at least to the point of peeing their pants and running home to their mommies, never leaving their houses again because if they did they’d be in constant fear of seeing the scariest ghost in town, Harry.

Instead, he’d run up to the girl he wanted to scare the most, his secret crush, Jessica Valentine, screamed 'Boo!’ Right in her ear, and got smacked to the ground in front of all his friends and hers. When he got up and turned to run away, he ran into the leg of a tall, bloody clown. He’d screamed until he lost his voice and wet his pants right in front of everyone. And then he swore off Halloween for good.

Until.

He was seventeen years old, down in the basement of his mother’s house, deciding that this Halloween he’d watch scary movies with a few of his friends, and his sister, who just refused to leave. It’d gone well for a while. Sure, he was jumping and screaming more than the others, but he managed to play it cool. Sure, he was a little iffy about the noises he swore he kept hearing coming from the closet behind the couch that they were sat on, but he was ignoring it fairly well. Sure, he wanted to just go upstairs and sit with his mum and grandma and watch old soap operas and bake cookies, but he was hiding those feelings pretty well.

Until.

“The fuck was that?” His friend, Matthew, had asked as he paused the movie and looked toward the closet door. Harry was relieved for only a second because thank god he wasn’t the only one hearing that noise, but then the panic set in. What was that noise? Was there a monster in his closet? Was someone hiding in there?

“I don’t hear anything, turn the movie back on.” Gemma brushed it off, annoyance lacing her tone before she shoved some popcorn in her mouth. The movie had just been getting good when he’d paused it and she was eager to see what would happen next.

“I’ll check it out so we can get back to the movie.” Robert, his other best mate, sighed. He swiftly removed himself from the couch, stepped in front of the door, and without a moment’s hesitation, pulled it open.

Out fell a skeleton and a witches costume, and Harry ran screaming and crying up the stairs. He didn’t know that his cat had been in the closet scratching at the door, she’d gone in there to take a nap as she usually did for some odd reason, and they’d completely forgotten that she was in there and closed the door. He didn’t know that the items that had fallen out of the closet were merely Halloween decorations that weren’t in use this year, and not some closet monster plotting to kill him. He didn’t know any of this until his mum managed to get him to stop crying and explained it to him. And then, for good this time, he swore off Halloween forever.

“It’s been like forty years.” Gwen muttered. “Build a bridge and get over-” “Forty?” Harry scoffed. “How old do you think I am?” “Your looks say thirty, the way you act says seventy-two. Who knows.” She shrugged. “Can we continue now?” She asked as she watched everyone else walking by. They’d stopped in one place, gathered in a corner as they tried to get Harry to calm down.

“Be sensitive. Your father is very shaken up from what happened to him…Almost twenty years ago.” Y/N sighed as she continued rubbing his arm. “I can hear the judgment in your tone, and the fake sympathy is oozing out of you. If  you don’t want me around ruining your fun, just say so.” He huffed.

He really wasn’t mad, but now was the perfect time to get the hell out of this damn house for good. Gwen smirked as she noticed what he was doing and then sent her mum a look. “We want you around, Harry. It’s why we never came without you. If you’re not going to go through this house, we’re not going to go through this house.”  Y/N told him, giving him a small smile. “Um-” Gwen started to object but decided to be quiet after receiving a look from her mum. “Yeah, we’re only going if you do.” She sighed.

Harry thought for a moment before mentally groaning. “Yeah, I’ll continue on. I know how much you guys wanna experience this. ’S not so bad, I suppose. I’m scaring myself more than the scarers are.” He chuckled a little. “This will be fun when you loosen up.” Y/N nodded, rubbing his shoulders. “Trust me, this will be the best hour and a half of your life!”

“Hour and a half?” He squeaked.

Future, Meet Past

Day One fic for the Empty Child/Doctor Dances anniversary celebration! By Clare Hope, aka Admin Ianto at We-Are-Torchwood


“Ughhhhhh.”

That sounded like Owen. Why was Owen groaning? Wasn’t it night? Night was usually when Gwen was asleep.

“Owen? Gwen? Are you there?”

And that was Ianto. What was going on? Gwen sat up and rubbed her eyes.

“Gwen, you’re awake. Look, we’re in this room. I can’t find any doors or weaknesses in the walls,” Ianto said. The only light was coming from a small torch that he was carrying. “You and Owen have been out for about 20 minutes.”

“Where are we? How did we get here?” Gwen groaned.

“Well, we were investigating Rift activity, so I’m guessing the Rift brought us here.” Ianto tapped the wall. “It seems to be some sort of high-strength metal alloy.”

Gwen crawled over to Owen and shook him roughly. “Wake up. We’re trapped.”

“Great. You know, I think I’m gonna stay asleep,” he mumbled.

“What’s that noise?” Ianto said suddenly.

Gwen knew that noise. So did Ianto, though he would prefer not to remember it. It was the whirring, wheezing sound of one space-time ship that had once whisked Jack away from them for three months. Their best guess as to the occupant of the ship was whoever Jack’s “doctor” that he kept referring to was, but they didn’t know for sure.

“What the hell is going on?” Owen snapped.

There was a thud, and another, higher pitched whirring. Part of the wall swung inwards, almost hitting Ianto in the face. “Hey!” he cried.

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Cop David pulls over Gwen

Similar timeline as the last but not interconnected 


Her forehead comes into contact with the steering wheel and she curls both shaking fingers around the hard plastic cursing. When she finally lifts her head and peeks in the overhead mirror she is greeted by under eye bags and a deeply inset frown. The dashboard clock blinked 2:00 AM, and finally turning on the engine, Gwen backed out of the suburban driveway. 

“Honestly, what the hell.”

Her finger slammed the radio on as she drove, talking to herself under her breath about the experiences she faced today. For the fifth night in a row the parents of her main child had come home extremely late, she was starting to believe she was raising Max on her own. Before the pattern his parents maintained dawned on Gwen, she wondered how an eleven year old boy could hold so much hatred.

It was evident now, they did not care for their child and avoided home as much as they possibly could. The thought alone pulled the tired and sympathetic frown to resurface on her temporarily neutral face. 

Occasionally driving home late sparked her anxiety, the never ending road and thick forest that loomed on both sides of her vision. Her headlights only fueled the possible threat with their limited area. Those fears thankfully stayed away though since she was overheating with anger.

“I can’t believe them. Five in the afternoon-my ass. I need to establish a contract, I’m so tired of this bullshit.”

Gwen screamed out of frustration so loud that she coughed violently after, everything felt constricting. She desperately wanted to cleanse herself from the night, rip her flannel off, and have a healthy daily sob in the shower. She wondered why she allowed her ex boyfriend to move them out to middle-of-no-where Oregon. 

So deeply wrapped up in her head Gwen failed to realize how heavily her foot was pressed on the gas, or see the flash of color that was the parked cop car, a silent predator in the pitch black night. 

Only when she heard the wailing of sirens behind her did Gwen glance down at the speedometer to see the needle shaking between 90 and 95. Her eyes widened as she furled her brows pressing on the break almost guiltily and slowing to a stop. Pulling over on the side of the road she parked and the cop car followed suit.

“Shit. Not tonight.”

The words left her mouth dripping with rage and her fist slammed on the dash.

The anger was short lived though and replaced by worry. Panic flooded her system slowly and Gwen stared down at her choice of clothing trying to decode if she looked incriminating or not. She really didn’t want to face stereotypical prejudice tonight or take a breathalyzer test in which some older probably quota pressed cop didn’t believe her. The cops here she had met were not as bad as the ones in Mississippi, but they would still give her a ticket. In times like this it would have been so nice to be genetically blessed with conventionally attractive features. Like huge boobies. 

Waiting in the car shaking softly due to nerves, Gwen’s nails found themselves being gnawed to pieces under her teeth. Eyes glued to the rear view mirror she watched a tall office step out of the vehicle, he was the in between of thin and muscular, and oozed youth in his very steps. 

The silhouette of his campaign hat added another few inches to his shadow and Gwen felt the seconds leading up to his final convergence would take forever. Finally, he made it to her door.

He didn’t tap on her window, didn’t make a face and shine his flashlight in her eyes, he simply made the motion to roll down the glass and waited. He remained standing at full height, almost standing off at a respectable distance. Fumbling Gwen rolled down her window and swallowed while staring up to the officer.

Oh no, he was hot.

“Good evening! So sorry to bother you. I’m sure you already know why I pulled you over, I won’t bother with that. Could I have your license and registration, please?” 

He then smiled to reveal a perfect set of gleaming white teeth, that matched his impeccable facial structure and jaw line. Her eyes flickered to his teal eyes and auburn brows, unable to peek at his broad chest. Gwen found herself for a moment caring about her appearance, although the anxiety had not subsided. Reaching across to her glove compartment she pulled out the needed paperwork and handed it to the officer.

His large hand encompassed around the papers and she found herself looking down at his fingers. They were long and thin, a compliment to his fairy like appearance, her mind wandered down a dark path. Focusing herself to resume reality, Gwen leaned back in her seat assuming he would return to his car to run her.

“You must be really tired.”

The soft quality of his voice pulled the instinctual answer from her lips.

“Oh no, I’m fine.”

The sentence was followed by surprise, Gwen’s brows came together as she glanced back up to the officer. He seemed to be stalling in a way, one leg extended out and turning her papers over and over in his hands. She slowly relaxed as her eyes remained glued on the man standing next to her vehicle, she knew she shouldn’t but she was tired. She wished he would leave with his handsome face and go back home to his sweet blonde wife and let her drive home in pity. 

With the thought her eyes ran over both his knuckles seeing the absence of a golden band, then his badge with his name engraved on it. 

Girlfriend, then. Not wife.

David.

Silence had been continuing between them for a moment or two and she brushed down fuzzy curls. 

“You must be tired too, having to be out here at this time of night. It’s probably super boring…”

At her response his smile returned and he moved slightly closer to her. Gwen’s cheeks heated just at his presence and she nodded curtly. She probably smelled like french fries and sweat from babysitting and internally sighed.

“It is sometimes, but that’s the price for keeping the world safe. Sometimes I meet really nice folks on this shift though, all walks of life are out. Mostly drunk college students and it’s better for everyone that they sleep it off in the back of a cop car than on the road.”

She found herself laughing at this, maybe out of sleepy delirium or the natural instinct to laugh out of necessity. The officer reveled in her laughter, and looked down to the ground to clear his throat.

“Well, I’ll let you be on your way. I am sure you are needing to get home.”

 David folded the papers back the way she had them and handed them over the threshold of her open window. Something in her resembling disappointment stung for a moment, like she didn’t want to leave. 

“You’re not going to issue me a ticket?”

He shook his head no but made no movement to leave the from the side of her driver’s door.

“No not tonight, everyone is tired sometimes.”

She didn’t feel tired, she felt she wanted to know more about this ball of sunshine officer. The feeling was bitter sweet, and she gave a tight smile. He returned the gesture, not moving from his place in the road. David felt if he did he would have to acknowledge the strange feeling in his stomach.

“Thank…Thank you.”

Automatically he chirped back.

“You’re welcome.”

Now they were both stalling, neither of them having made a movement to part. Gwen was confused, he cleared his throat to break the silence and stood straighter.

“Well, you have a wonderful night, Miss. I thank you for sparing me from death from boredom.”

Soundlessly and carefully as if stepping out a bubble of existence only they shared, David took one step back from her car. Impulsively her hand shot out catching his arm for one moment, he looked back at her in surprise.

“Here.”

She was shoving paper into his palm, flushed pink, and trying to swallow down the excitement. David watched stunned as the pretty women who still managed to look elegant as her tousled hair got in her eyes shoved her key in the ignition.

“Call me next time you get bored on your shift, alright.”

And she was gone.

anonymous asked:

i rewatched the episode and read the comments like a shmuck and i think i understand and share your hatred of Waitress girl

(Question asker, you didn’t ask for the long and probably controversial rant you’re about to get. I apologize in advance.)

You know, Cute Waitress and I have gone on a fascinating journey. Because when I watched the episode, I had exactly 2 thoughts about her: “Maybe that’s the girl they’re gonna use to get Bonquisha jealous” and “Okay, never mind.” (There might’ve been a brief moment of “Who the hell pinches a 10-year-old’s cheeks?” but otherwise she made no impression on me at all.)

And then I hopped on this here Tumblr machine, which took me on a rollercoaster ride that more or less went like this:

  • Yeah, she is cute! *likelikelikelikereblog*
  • I mean … she’s okay, I guess. She was barely a character and she didn’t interact with David at all, and she was basically just a plot device for Tabii to ruin everything, but she’s still very cute.
  • I fucking hate this bitch and never want to see her again.

So … a journey.


I realize that it might sound kinda hypocritical for me, the most insane shipper in the history of insane ships, to bitch about excessive and insane shipping, but hear me out. (Or don’t, of course. But I’m gonna ramble anyway.)

I just … she doesn’t even have a name, guys. She and David speak zero times, he looks at her exactly never, and while she is cute and appears to be sweet and sunny … well, of course she does, she’s a waitress! That’s her job.

And some of this absolutely comes from me being salty about the fact that Gwenvid still isn’t really a thing, but I feel like I can be cut a modicum of slack, when somehow 19 episodes of near-constant interaction and an obviously established, interesting, dynamic relationship doesn’t have the raw, sizzling chemistry of … nothing. No thing. No interaction, and I feel like I cannot state that enough: they do not speak. There are no steamy looks shared. There is no indication David is actually aware she exists in any way, shape, or form. I checked.

And here’s where I go in a direction that probably won’t be popular? I’ll hide it under a cut because some people are trying to avoid fandom drama and controversy in their Tumblr experience and I don’t wanna bum y’all out:

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Cindy Moon (Peter Parker *Tom Holland* Series)


PART I

Disclaimers: This series will be loosely based on Cindy Moon (Silk). I’ll be including her abilities of course but her backstory will be different from her comic book origin. Her backstory in this series will be a mix of Gwen Stacy’s and my imagination. 


“Michelle, I’m paired up with Cindy Moon.” Peter gulped, rereading the printed names on the assignment partner sheet. “The Cindy Moon.”

Michelle rolled her eyes, tapping her pencil against the bulletin board. “Dude, chill. She’s a normal girl who just happens to hang out with a little bit of the populars.”

“She is a popular.” He scoffed, shoving his notebook into his backpack. “Seriously, she’s like part of the Perfect Trifecta, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. Cindy Moon, Gwen Stacy, and Liz Allan. You and Harry talk about them all the time. Calm down, why don’t you? Like I said, they’re just normal girls.”

Peter brushed off Michelle’s comments, never fully understanding how she was so calm when it came to the Perfect Trifecta. She simply didn’t think of them as her superiors, but as her equals. Whereas Peter Parker practically worships the ground the three beauties walk on. 

“I guess.” He shrugged, making his way out the classroom door. “Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She waved goodbye, walking to the opposite side of the schoolyard where her house was closer to. Peter and Michelle weren’t exactly friends but they were more than acquaintances. Besides Harry, Michelle was the only person Peter really talked to. The fact that Harry didn’t go to school with him left him no other option but to somewhat befriend the slightly nerdy, but nevertheless gorgeous, girl who sat behind him in Algebra 2. 

Peter knew he would never catch feelings for Michelle, and vise versa. She seemed annoyed by Peter most of the time they hang out but that didn’t really take a toll on their ‘friendship’. They both annoy each other so much, that it became one of the reasons why they think their friendship works. 


Peter took out his biology textbook and placed it in his locker, realizing that he didn’t receive any homework from his teacher that night.

“Hey Peter.”

The metal separating him and the sweet voice was his lifesaver. He gulped, hoping that the blush on his cheeks don’t embarrass him as much as he knew they would. He slowly shut the door of his locker and turned on his heels to see Cindy’s face. “H-hey Cindy. Did you uh, did you need something?”

She smiled awkwardly, tucking a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. “Yeah, we’re partners on that history project right? Or is there another Peter Parker here that I don’t know about?”

He mentally face palmed, completely forgetting his luck, or curse he hasn’t quite figured it out yet, that he’s partners with Cindy. “Oh! Yeah, I-I’m sorry. It slipped my mind. W-what about the project?”

“I was wondering when you’re free so we could work on it.”

“Oh uh, I’m free anytime. I don’t really have much going on.” Peter scrunched his face up, grimacing upon realizing how pathetically lame he sounded by saying that. “No, I uh I mean, who am I kidding? I don’t really have anything to do so just let me know when you’re free.”

Cindy, on the other hand, found his confession kinda cute. She laughed, looking down at her shoes briefly, “No, I get it. I’m not really fully booked either. Do you think we can start working on it now?” 

Peter’s eyes widened at her question. “Oh now? Uh I mean, yeah! Totally, for sure. We can go to my apartment or to the library if my apartment makes you uncomfortab-”

“Relax, Peter.” Cindy reached over and placed her palm on his shoulder. “Your apartment is fine, are we walking there?”

His eyes shifted to her perfectly manicured hand laying on his shoulder. His heart was pounding in his chest and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to ever bring it back to normal. “Y-yeah, we’re walking. If t-that’s okay.”

She retracted her hand, using it to fix the shoulder strap of her book bag. “That’s perfect.” 

He quickly picked up his backpack from the floor and started walking towards the school’s exit. “H-hey, uh, Cindy?”

“Mhm, Peter?”

“I really doubt that you’re not fully booked.” He slightly chucked, looking down, feeling the red coming back to his cheeks. “I mean you are the Cindy Moon, everyone wants to be with you.”

“Do you?”

“Isn’t the answer to that a little obvious?”

Cindy lightly nudged his rib with her elbow. “You’re adorable, Peter Parker. I’m glad I got paired up with you.”

“You and me both.”

There was a silence between the two of them. The only sound being heard were the leaves crunching under their feet as they stepped on them. Just be cool, just be cool, Peter repeated in his mind. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans, letting out a breath. 

“Hey Peter, did you hear about that Spider dude?” 

His headshot up at the mention of his alter-ego. He coughed, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “Yeah, Spiderman, is it? I heard he saved three people from a bank robbery.”

“Yup, he sounds pretty cool.” Cindy shrugged, throwing a part of her hair over her shoulder. “I don’t know though, I think he did something to me. I kinda have this small hatred for him. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“He did?” He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to remember a time he might’ve done something to piss off Cindy. Surely he would remember if he did something to her while he was Spiderman. “What did he do to you?”

“It’s personal.” She muttered. “I’m not even 100% sure it was his fault, but I’m pretty sure it was him. He kinda ruined my life.”

Peter’s heart dropped at her words. What did he do to her? He scanned Cindy’s body language. She was studying her fingertips, as if there was writing engraved in her skin. Her dark hair was flawlessly swaying with the small breeze, how could someone be this perfect? Her pink lips slightly parted as her left pointer finger trailed across the top of her right fingertips. 

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry to hear that, Cindy.” He finally spoke up. “I’m sure he probably didn’t mean it. I think he just wants to help out.” 

“Yeah,” Cindy shook her head, smiling to hopefully lift the heavy atmosphere. “So where do you live?”

“That apartment building right there.” Peter pointed at the small apartment building a few buildings down. “I live with my aunt but she’s not home right now, she’s working until 7. It’s just gonna be us two, if that’s okay?”

“That’s fine.” She said, waiting behind him as he unlocked the door of the main building. She climbed up the stairs behind him, watching Peter fidget continuously with his backpack strap. They stopped at the third floor, fifth room. 

Peter unlocked the door and opened it to let Cindy in. “Welcome to Parker’s residence, sorry for the little mess. Sometimes when my aunt is really tired, she just crashes on the couch.”

Cindy silently looked at the various pictures on the wall as Peter scrambled around the living room to clean up the pillows and blankets on the couch and floor. She stopped to look at a picture of Peter and what she assumed was his aunt. Her fingers lightly traced the outline of the frame, smiling to herself. 

Peter tried to run with three pillows and a thick blanket. He didn’t notice the thinner blanket inside the thicker one and got himself tangled up in the sheets. He fell with a loud thud on the wooden floors.

Startled, Cindy turned around to find Peter on the floor, sheepishly smiling. She held back a laugh, leaning against the wall.

He tried to kick off the thin blanket, resulting it to tighten around his legs even more. He sighed, propping his arm on the pillow on the floor and rested his chin on it. “Soooo, want anything to drink?”


My Last Imagine: Bubbles

MASTERLIST

preatorpercy  asked:

have you heard of jessica clark???? search her up in the movie perfect ending! she wears a pants suit and really remind me of reyna!

oh my god gwen why would you do this to me it isn’t even fair

just loOK AT HER SHE COULD TOTALLY BE REYNA

I’ve somehow become MORE GAY

I mean don’t even try to tell me this next one isn’t Reyna when she’s listening to her gf ramble and it’s kinda annoying but also kinda cute

What a beautiful find thank you for this 

anonymous asked:

Hiya! Loved your last blurb! Could you please write something about being friends with Harry but the two of you have feelings for each other and like everyone of your friends know that. So you catch him looking at you and vice versa and other cute stuff like that and finally you two confess your feelings and maybe first kisses etc etc thank you so much, hope you're doing this!!

Rating:  PG-13
Warnings: Friends-turned-lovers fluff, (shitty ending?)
Category: mild fluff
Word Count: 1,988  (this is too long oh fuck)
Request: yes and thanks a million times.


05.  Make me like you.


The music thumped loudly against your ears, and you could feel the rhythm of the bass through your feet on the ground. The song blaring in the dark club was really nothing like what they normally played, but fuck it, it was your best friend’s big 21 and she’d saved basically all her life -since she was 16 - to rent out a club on her 21st to get absolutely hammered, which didn’t really pan out, but thanks to her million dollar worth boyfriend, Mr. Louis Tomlinson, helping rent one of the best clubs in L.A and fly in some of your old friends, sounded like another Sunday morning. Rich people right? Plus, it helped that he was absolutely whipped. And of course, she got to pick whatever song she wanted. Everyone did really. And by everyone, you mean the friends of friends of friends that actually showed up, packing the club quite nicely.

You moved your hips and bounced on the balls of your feet to the song, belting out the lyrics with your best friend. You felt happy, the smile on your face never dissipating, and you weren’t even drunk to begin with. Your hair stuck to the back of your neck, your make-up was probably a tad bit smudged, and you’d forgotten where you’d thrown your heels off to.

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emrysangelus  asked:

OH MY GOD i'm so glad you addressed that gwen/lancelot and gwen/arthur are both mediocre ships at best (i could honestly write a thesis about why both ships are badly written and executed) but the important thing is that gwen/leon reigns supreme and i'm very glad you think so too (hi this is helloearthlings on ao3 idk if you know me on this blog)

Yes of course, hi !!!

Omg I totally got that headcanon from you. You mentioned it awhile ago and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it! I always thought Arthur/Gwen was a little forced by circumstance and by what the characters thought would be a good idea (plus, by the writers). As for Lancelot/Gwen, I liked them fine, but it was also like…why are they perfect for each other? Because the stars say so? I don’t mind either ship. I think Gwen loved Arthur and Lancelot in her own way. But come on, Leon and Gwen are like a power couple of missed opportunity.

I’m of the opinion that if you ship something, cool, go ahead I’m not gonna stop ya. Ship anything you want! It’s for fun!!

Tell Me You Love Me

Will couldn’t sleep for awhile thinking about the moment Gwen would come home to talk about their earlier conversation but eventually he drifted off on the couch, dreaming of her in a pretty blue dress on a beach somewhere far away from his penthouse. Of course he knew it was a dream because she wasn’t pregnant in it and instead the little girl chasing after her mother was already five or six at least and they were laughing and smiling together and so incredibly happy but it was one of those perfect dreams that you never wanted to wake up from. That’s why when the sound of the door opening and closing woke him from it he was a little disappointed until he saw Gwen still quite pregnant come in and remembered where their earlier talk had been going. He got up sleepily and rubbed his eyes before smiling at her and saying, “Welcome home, gorgeous.”