have another because i said so

The fire story reminds me of something that happened at my own school. We have had like three or two smalls fires ever since I started 5th grade. It is important to note that our school is very old. My Grandpa and Grandma even remember when it was an elementary school. It was also a highschool at one point.

Basically, it’s really old. The school also has made very slow progress to even try to enhance some of the building. Honestly only some of the school is up to date. 

First fire happened in the mpr (multi-purpose room. It’s basically just the cafeteria). I was in 5th grade at the time. So, I was on the top floor of the building. (Along with the eighth graders but 5th graders were not allowed to venture into their hallway alone). When the fire alarm starts going off. Everyone was super chill because everyone thought it was a drill. The teachers weren’t expecting a drill but it didn’t seem to out of place at the time. The school tends to forget to tell teachers this stuff. Half of the school was in the front yard and the other half was in the back of the school. If you were in the back of the school (which I wasn’t) you got to see the firetrucks. They knew it wasn’t a drill when firefighters actually started to appear on the scene. However, the people in the front yard were just moved to the park across the street. It this moment people found out it wasn’t a drill. Some people hoped that the whole school burned down. Others hoped that there stuff was alright. I was crying because the teacher wouldn’t let me go see my brother. Who was also in the front lawn. Fun fact: He wasn’t concerned at all. He was sitting in the grass making flower crowns with his friends. He was an eighth grader at the time. Turns out it was just an electric fire. One of the lights caught on fire and the lunchladies had to report it. Nothing more than the ceiling was burned. (Note: the floors of this room were made of rubber) I think some of the floor was burned as well. The sixth graders got to grab there stuff and stay outside all day because the sixth grade hallways is literally connected to the mpr. 

Next the next fires happened in the gym. Two years later so I was in seventh grade. They might have just been the same fire. But it never really was cleared up what exactly happened. The fire happened after school. Basically a light in the gym fell because of a storm? Or something like that. Like I said not many details were released. However, it did leave a nasty burn on the wood floor in the gym. Luckily it was put out quickly. However the storm(?) (Another happened a few days later) was very expensive. It cut out some sort of expensive equipment in the tech ed room. It had to be replaced. The wifi was out for like 3 or 4 days. It also was the end of the school year so, any online unfinished projects in tech ed. had to be scrambled to be done in like two days. Which those projects took forever.

Anyways it was bad. But it made the school year more interesting since nothing really happens in our small town. 

anonymous asked:

sorry for asking but what do you have against kps?

another anon asked:
Sorry for asking, but you said in another ask that you don’t support kawaiipenshop’s practices? What has the shop been doing to make you not want to purchase from them? I’ve been considering buying from them, so I’d like to know! Thank you!

a number of things ranging from exploitation of customers + promoters / exorbitant prices, art theft, etc. @literaturs explained it all much better than i ever could in her article and @studyingamy explained it really well on her ig story once (her studygram is studyamy). because of that, i’ve cancelled my codes with bxc and refused to work with some other instagram stores of that type. i don’t want to associate myself with stores like that anymore + i disapprove of promotions involving those kinds of stores, especially when the promotions don’t state that they’re affiliate / sponsored / etc. 

places like aliexpress and amazon are much better in terms of price + i’ve recently made an order with them and all of my items arrived to me (some faster than what i’ve experienced from ig stationery shops). amy (studyamy) has a list of alternative links to kawaiipenshop that may help you find alternatives as well.

So I had another dream last night. Seem to be dreaming a lot recently.

Last night’s dream was hard. Probably the hardest I’ve had so far because in said dream I was speaking with my mother. I’ve already come out to her in RL, but this dream was about the conversation she and I will never likely have. In it, I was visibly upset. I broke down, in tears because I’m scared. I’m scared of who I am because it means I have a visible target on my back. I’m scared that my queer nature will one day get me killed, and that I was tired of her always saying what I am is a “lifestyle choice”

A choice means I’ve mentally chosen to be a social pariah 

A choice means I’ve chosen to walk with a target on my back

A choice means, by proxy, I’ve chosen that I want to be verbally and physically harassed, threatened, and possibly die by the hands of someone who utterly hates me

A choice means, when whittled down, that all of this is within my control and that I want it to happen this way. That I want the abuse. The pain. The mental anguish. The depression. The fear. 

I told this to her. I broke it down, and in the dream, she came and sat in front of me, put her hands on my knees, and gently said, “I’m sorry. I was wrong. This isn’t a choice for you, I see that now, and I’m sorry.”

I choked back a sob, nodding.

“Talk to me,” she said. “Tell me all the things you can’t say or are afraid to say.”

I told her there are days where my name feels like glass in my throat, where it fits me like an ill-fitted shirt, too tight, too constricting, suffocating. I told her there are days where I feel more like Jay than Justine. Where I feel more male than female.

She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “On the days where you feel like Jay, will you tell me so I can call you by your preferred name?”

I sobbed. I woke up sobbing because this is all I ever wanted. My mother verbally recognizing she’s been wrong all this time and reaching out without sarcasm or spite to actually listen and change. I cried myself back to sleep because it was only a dream. It won’t happen in real life. I’m still crying while I write this because it hurts, you know, when your dream parent is more understanding and welcoming than your parents in real life.  

Villainous in Mexico Pixelatl

As you all may know by now, there was an animation festival in Mexico called “Pixelatl” in which there was a conference about Cartoon Network: Villainous, imparted by the creator Alan Ituriel.

He began thanking the fans for all the support he has receive from them and how happy he was watching fans all over the world and the content that they can create (fanarts, cosplays and crafts). He also thanked the Pixelatl staff for giving an opportunity to those in mexico, like him, who want to enter to the animation world. If you don’t know about this, Alan was able to pitch Villainous to Cartoon Network thanks to the Pixelatl.

He was just so glad to be there giving that conference, and thats why he gift us an exclusive poster. The “Villainous Crew” literally put one poster per chair in the forum, so we all in the conference got one!

He show us some “cut scenes” from the shorts, and little extras or modifications that didn’t make it to the final product due to screen time limitations (which I’m pretty sure you all have already seen)

And of course, it was officially announced the continuation or “Phase Two” of Villainous. They will be making more shorts, comics, YouTube shorts about Black Hat reviewing weapons from others villains in other Cartoon Network shows and most importantly, they would begin the production of the Pilot.

Alan said that they were already working in the new shorts and he showed us as a little “surprise” one of them (not finished yet). I didn’t take pictures of it nor video because I wanted to respect the fact that it was a work in progress thing that they decided to show us as a sneak peek. But I’m sure there are already pics of it here on tumblr, so you can watch them if you scroll in the tag.

Honestly Alan is such a good and cool guy, he was really chill with fans, he drawn characters from Villainous for fans and he took lots of photos with them …but I think he’s just a little TOO good with everyone. He was signing autographs for HOURS, the conference ended at 11am and he was still there signing after 4pm I think, I’m not even sure how much time he was there, but he and his crew looked really tired after all that. All the other guests decided when to stop signing, like Jhonen Vasquez (Yes, Jhonen Vasquez, was in the festival as well) after some long time he asked the staff to not let any more people in the line, because there was a lot, and I mean A LOT of people already waiting. But Alan stayed there until the people stopped coming.

I almost wanted to ask him if it was okay to bring him something to eat, because he really spent a loooong time there. Really, he’s such a kind person, he even gave me and my sister two signed posters (because we already got our posters signed in the morning but later in the afternoon we wanted to ask the crew to sign the poster too so, when we got there with them again Alan said that they had posters already signed by the crew and that he didn’t had a problem signing two more posters again, so they give us another one. I imagine he did this with other people as well!)

So, yeah! Soon we’ll have more Villainous.

It Ain’t Me: Part 8

Jungkook x Reader ft. Yoongi

Request: Can you make a fake text about how bf hears a rumor about y/n and decides to break up without even knowing the true facts

Words: 2.4K

Genre: Angst

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I’m starting my third year in 2 days and I was thinking about everything I’ve learned in those long 2 years and thought why not share some of it with you guys. Everyone’s experience is different and mine may not cover every aspect of college life, but here are some things that I’ve learned from my uni days so far.

1. College is not like high school

You must be like ‘well duh obviously it’s not’ but listen: you get much more freedom when it comes to your studies. And with that freedom comes more responsibility. You’re on your own here, you study for you and you’ll often study alone outside of class so time management is very important. There are no teachers who will go over the material again and again, you either get it or you don’t . But don’t worry,most professors are always willing to help you out if you don’t understand something.

2. Studying is beneficial for your future but sometimes so is going out

Every once in a while it’s good to take a break and hang out with your groupmates. You will get to know each other better in a more chill and relaxed atmosphere. Also, if you ever get exchange students, hang out with them as well. Believe me, you’ll learn so many interesting things about their culture and the background they come from and it’s always good to broaden your knowledge in those areas.

3. Don’t drink with people you don’t trust

((that is of course if you’re old enough to drink:)) There are some genuinely nice people out there who will hold your hair while you’re throwing up, pay for the cab and make sure you get home safe (or walk you to your dorm room), but there are also those who will not hesitate to take advantage of you, so please be careful about who you’re drinking with (it’s always good to have a trusting friend who you know will take care of you in case you take too many shots).

4. That being said, if you see someone who’s had too much to drink and doesn’t seem to have anyone they know wherever it is that you’re drinking at, take care of them

This is pretty self explanatory, and I know you may think it’s not your duty to take care of this person (especially if it’s someone you’ve never met before) but please don’t just leave them at the party/club/whaever, you will not forgive yourself if anything happens to them.

5. Hangover is a bitch

I’m realizing now that three out of five tips so far have been about drinking but oh well. If you have never (or you think you have never) had a hangover in high school, welcome to college. Keep sipping on that water cause it’s going to be a long, long day.

6. Never take a class you’re not interested in just because your friend is taking it

This one can be tricky if you (like me) suffer from anxiety. But if there’s a class you really want to take that none of your friends are interested in, do it! The best course I’ve taken in uni so far was the one my friends didn’t even consider and it was an amazing one. Yet at the end of last year, when I was signing up for classes for the first semester of year three, I decided to take a course I didn’t like just because my uni best friend had signed up for it, and now said friend is dropping out and I will be stuck with the course I couldn’t care less about for an entire semester, so that’s a cautionary tale right there.

7. Participate in optional work

If you have any debates, film/book discussion and things of that nature, take part in them. It’s yet another chance to meet new people, and you often get extra credit for them which is never a bad thing (that’s how I aced one of my classes in year one)

8. All-nighters aren’t cool

They’re not healthy and often do more damage than good. Only pull one if you absolutely need it (e.g if it’s already past midnight, the deadline is in 9 hours and you haven’t even started writing that 15 page essay)

9. Don’t start working unless you really need the money

Combining study and a full-time or even a part-time job is extremely hard. Think about it this way: there’s sleeping, studying and working; you can only have two. You will be either working and sleeping, studying and sleeping or studying and working, none of those options are good for you and your mental and physical health. And hey, once you graduate you’ll have to get a job either way, so if your parents are still willing to support you or you have another way of supporting yourself financially, it’s best to just not rush it and focus on getting that diploma instead.

10. Dropping out isn’t the end of the world

If at some point you decide to drop out, give yourself some time to think it through; a week, a month, a semester. College is not for everyone, and there are different life situations and if you end up dropping out, know that you are NOT a failure. Several of my friends dropped out over these two years and they’re living their best lives right now. You’re going to figure it out and you’re going to be okay, I’m rooting for you lil bean.

And some additional tips:

- Have a bottle of water on you at all times. Hydration is the key, remember?

- Libraries and reading rooms are the best. They’re pretty, quiet and often have wifi. Just don’t skip classes too often there.

- Don’t compare your success with others’. 

- Sometimes eating dried tea leaves during a lecture is the best way to connect with people. Please don’t ask me why I know this.

Hope you guys found this helpful and hope you all are having a great beginning of your school year!

KAIROS. 1

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  • Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
  • Genre: Sugar!Daddy AU, Fake!GF AU
  • Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok
  • Words: 10k
  • Summary: Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.

a/n: tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!


The high chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed by a unique signature in the far left corner.

“Table three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend, who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily noticeable in the distance.

“You look like you need some pie.”

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Neighbour AU

There are three certainties in life: death, taxes, and Laurent’s neighbours having a loud argument every weekend. Laurent does not pay an exorbitant amount of rent just so that he can be woken up at three in the morning every Saturday because Jokaste is angry at Damen again. It’s bad enough that he knows their names without having ever introduced himself.

And of course, the fights are always followed by even louder make-up sex, as if he needs a weekly reminder that he himself isn’t getting any.

Tonight, it seems, Damen has been locked out of his apartment.

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Help From a Friend

“Okay, girl, you called us in here for a reason,” Alya said. “Stop stammering and SPILL.”

“Hey, babe, give her time,” Nino said, laying his hand on Alya’s shoulder. “Not everybody is as brash as you are.”

Alya huffed, smiling. “You’re such a dork, Lahiffe.”

“I’m YOUR Dork, babe.”

Adrien scooted forward in his chair, laying his elbows on the library table. “Marinette?” he asked, his voice as quiet and kind as it had been on that first day, the day with the umbrella. The day that she was DONE THINKING ABOUT THANK YOU. “Are you all right?”

She tore her eyes away from his. There was a different blond boy in her life now, and she didn’t want any backsliding. “Yeah,” she said. “I’m all right.” She shook her head, raven locks bouncing against her cheeks. “It’s just… I need your guys’ advice on something.”

“Yeah, sure, anything,” Nino said, pulling Alya in to test against his chest. She crossed her arms and smiled, while Adrien reached forward to take Marinette’s hand.

Marinette breathed in. “Okay. So, there’s this… guy…”

Alya blinked. “Oh, is THAT why–”

“Babe,” Nino snapped. “Let the girl talk.”

Marinette chewed her lip. “Okay. So… he’s a good friend. My… best friend, really.” She held up her hands. “Aside from you guys! Of course.”

“Of course,” Alya said.

“But… I’ve been keeping a secret from him for a while. And he knows I have, and he knows WHY, but… I think I want to tell him.”

“So… let me get this straight,” Alya said, leaning forward. “You’ve got a mystery guy…” She ticked one finger. “Who you’ve got the hots for…” She ticked another. “And you’ve got a secret that you want to tell him.” Another tick. “And we know… none of this.”

Marinette ducked her head. “Yeah. I’m… Im sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mari,” Adrien said. “Everyone has secrets.” It was odd… he looked almost… ashamed.

“So why come to us for advice?” Alya asked.

“Because…!” Marinette cut off, then took a deep breathe to steady herself. “Because we work so well together, you know? And I don’t want to screw it up. I’m afraid I’ll… ruin the dynamic.” She sighed. “And… he thinks so highly of me. He’s gonna be disappointed that I’m…” She gestured at herself. “Me.”

“Disappointed?” Nino interjected. “Mari, you do know that everyone in our class who’s interested in girls has had a crush on you at some point, right?”

Alya laughed awkwardly. “Can confirm, aha heh.” She blushed red from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

“I’m sure he’ll think you’re incredible,” Adrien said.

“And if he doesn’t, then I’ll just have to kick his ass!” Alya interjected. “So… who is mystery boy, anyway?”

Marinette stared down at the table.

“Come on, girl,” Alya said, leaning forward to squeeze her shoulder. “We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“It’s…” Marinette closed her eyes and sighed. “It’s Chat Noir.”

Silence fell around the table.

Finally, Nino spoke up. “What?”

“I’m… I’m in love with-with Chat Noir,” Marinette said, tears filling her voice and filtering down her cheek.

Alya narrowed her eyes. “You’ve never met him, girl, you said…”

“Please don’t hate me,” Marinette whispered. She looked up. “You have to promise not to tell ANYONE what I’m about to tell you.”

“Promise,” Nino said, then jogged Alya’s arm.

“Promise,” she added. “Adrien?”

Adrien stared at Marinette. “I… promise. Yeah.”

“Okay.” Marinette took a deep breath. “I… want to tell him… that I’m Ladybug.”

Nobody said anything.

Marinette could swear she could hear the crickets chirping outside.

“Come on, guys,” she said. “Please. Somebody. Say something.”

Alya and Nino simply looked at her in shock. But Adrien… Adrien was looking at her with something else. An expression she couldn’t quite recognize.

“A-Adrien?” she squeaked. “Please… please, don’t hate me.”

He swallowed, leaned forward, and took her hands between his own. “My Lady,” he said, “how could you ever think I’d hate you?” His eyes softened as he looked into hers. “How could you ever think I’d be disappointed in you?”

Alya was trying her hardest not to scream. Nino was whipping his gaze back and forth between his two friends, trying to make sense of the interaction. But Marinette barely noticed. She was too busy trying to speak the word that was stuck in her throat, to evacuate the air from her lungs and ask the question she’d never dared consider. “…Chat?”

“I’m right here, My Lady,” Adrien said, squeezing her hands. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

The Better Kisser - Tom Holland Drabble

Request: Anonymous - Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you could do a fluff imagine where the reader is dating tom and she helps paddy with homework and stuff and tom tries to distract her + paddy being grossed out by toms affection for her which causes tom to want to kiss the reader more just to make fun of paddy

Warnings: Fluff and teasing Tom

Word Count: 778

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hope you liked it : ) Guys sorry they’re so short I just haven’t really had any inspiration.

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“Ok so what’s 16 times ½?”

“I don’t like fractions, Y/N,” Paddy whined.

“Come on Paddy you know this. If it’s difficult to work out, then you just have to put it in the calculator,” You handed him the calculator and watched as he pressed some buttons.

“8?” He answered unsure.

“Yes you got it!” You smiled at him.

“Thanks for helping me again Y/N. I know you have other things to do,” He smiled at you before writing down the next problem from his book.

“No problem Paddy. I’m always here to help. Besides I’m not doing anything at the moment.” You smiled down at the little boy.

“I beg to differ…” Tom called from his spot on the couch almost pouting as he said that.

You rolled your eyes at him. “What’s wrong baby?”

“I’m getting rather lonely darling.” He stuck out his lower lip.

“Nonsense, Tessa’s right there.” You motioned to her laying across his lap.

He gave you an annoyed look before continuing. “I meant lonely for a human touch.”

“Well why didn’t you say so.” You smiled.

You watched as his face lit up.

“Harry, Tom needs you!” You called over your shoulder.

Tom’s smile turned into an even more annoyed frown. You turned back and continued helping Paddy finish up his homework. 

“You called?” Harry appeared into the room.

“Uh yes, go hug Tom.” You waved him off.

“What on earth for?” He quirked a brow.

“He needs affectionate love.” You said as you scanned over the problem Paddy was having difficulty on.

“Awe Tom needs some lovey dovey smooches.” Harry starting teasing him with kissing noises.

“Piss off Harry.” Tom slumped his shoulders.

He was tired of patiently waiting for you to finish helping his little brother. All he wanted was for you to be cuddled up against him since it was his day off from work after all. He got of from the sofa and took big strides to the table where you and Paddy were seated at. 

He watched as you explained to his little brother how to work out an equation. He always did admire the way you were with little kids. You just had this charm that affected others around you.

He walked around the table to stand behind you. You were in the middle of explaining something to Paddy, but you cut off your sentence when you felt a pair of lips on your neck. You whipped your head around to send Tom a warning glance.

“Tom, not now sweetie.” You protested but gave him a sweet peck.

“You just keep helping Pad’s and I will be right here.” He smiled.

“Okay?” 

You did continue but every now and then having to stop because Tom was in need of some attention.

“So if you simplify 2/4 you’ll then get….?” You waited for his response.

“1/2.” He said unsure.

“Yes, good job Pad’s your doing wonderful!” You ruffled his hair a bit.

“Thanks Y/N.” He smiled up at you.

You felt another tap on your shoulder and turned around only to be kissed by Tom…again.

“Thomas…” You trailed on.

“What am I not able to kiss by girlfriend anymore?”

“Ugh your unbelievable.” You rolled your eyes before planting your lips back on his. It was sweet, only lasting for a minute, but simply full of the love you had for one another.

“Ewww.” Paddy said.

You both pulled back and Tom gave you a cheeky smile.

“Ewww huh? Alright Pad’s.” Tom cupped your cheek and attached his lips to yours again.

“Blehhh.” You turned to see Paddy place his palms over his eyes. You both let out a chuckle and looked at each other. Tom stood up and circled around you to stand beside Paddy. Tom and you shared a look and then placed a kiss on each of Paddy’s cheeks. You both pulled back with a big mwuah. Paddy’s face contorted in a scrunched up way. 

“How’s that for ewww?” Tom teased Paddy.

“I’d give you a 3.” Paddy retorted and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Tom threw him a fake hurt look. 

“You’re gonna regret that Padster.” Tom then began tickling and planting smooches on his little brother.

“Okay, okay. Sorry Tom.” Paddy heaved out, out of air from all the laughing.

“That’s more like it.” Tom nodded satisfied.

“Y/N’s still the better kisser.” 

“Oh come one!” Tom whined.


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“Look, Penny, I just… don’t think this is going to work out. It’s not you, it’s me.”
“Is it the kids thing? When I said ‘let’s have kids’, I meant for dinner.”
“Please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

OK I BORROWED @coulsart ‘s PENNY ONE MORE TIME I’M SORRY I HAD TO. We were talking about “It” at work and I mentioned my fear and this came into my head and I HAD TO.
Nevermind we started talking about It because I was obsessively drawing her Penny all over scrap papers ok.

anonymous asked:

can you stop acting like it would be so bad to ship deadpool with a young spiderman, it may be creepy to you but deadpool is a bad guy so it isn’t exactly out of character lol

ugh oh my god i’m so sick of people thinking it’s okay to attach all these awful morals to deadpool’s character, claiming “he’s just a bad guy so he would probably do this lmao” when it’s obvious you know Nothing about wade wilson

yes, it is wrong to ship a teenage spider-man with deadpool. not just because it’s creepy, but because it explicitly goes against deadpool’s character. did you know that deadpool once fell in love with a teenage girl? he felt genuine love for her!! and when he realized that, he cut off all ties. why? because he knew that it was wrong and selfish to be with someone so young, even if his feelings were very real. so no, it isn’t something he would “probably do” it’s something he would definitely not do. let me put it like this: if deadpool fell in love with tom holland’s spidey (or even andrew’s spidey for that matter), once he found out spidey was a teenager he would turn in the other direction and never look back, no matter how real and deep his love for spidey was.

and i would also like to speak now to the people out there who actually do read the comics and still hate spideypool and claim “it’s abusive and pedophiliac” because shut the fuck up. if you don’t like spideypool then fine, okay. but comic spideypool is not abusive and it isn’t AT ALL pedophiliac. in their current comic incarnations, the age difference between peter and wade cannot be more than just a few years because peter parker is nearing 30. he is very much an adult, and it has been shown that wade isn’t much older than him now.

as for abuse, peter and wade’s relationship started out rocky. peter finds wade annoying and he hates that wade kills people for a living while peter Never wants to kill people: the ladder has always been their main issue. but wade would never knowingly hurt peter. yes he has been manipulated into hurting peter before – most notably when he was tricked into killing peter, but when wade realized that he was tricked he deadass traveled into the afterlife to save peter and bring him back. deadpool adores spider-man, and is always trying to do right by him and gain his trust and friendship. spidey is his hero and he wants to be like him, he wants to learn from him. he thinks spider-man is the most honorable hero out there, recently in a comic spidey said he was going to kill a villain and wade refused to let him so that peter wouldn’t betray his own morals. there has been another instance where deadpool dressed in peter’s spider-man outfit to finish a job for peter, and he Refused to kill anybody while in the suit so that murder would never be tied to the mantle of spider-man. so no wade isn’t abusive to spidey. is he annoying? hell yeah. does he make mistakes sometimes? fuck to the ya. but is he abusive?? no!! so stop trying to put these awful labels on deadpool just because you don’t necessarily ship spideypool, or because you wanna prop up your own ship by trying to defame another (i’m looking at some of the petermj shippers out there)

i’m NOT saying that deadpool doesn’t have flaws – he’s a fucking mercenary, of course he has flaws. but he is Not a monster, and he isn’t even truly a bad person. he HATES pedophiles, he HATES abusers, he LOVES killing these people – like seriously he’s been known to take mercenary jobs for free to kill these kinds of people, because he just wants them off the street. not the most conventional way of dealing with it, but like i said deadpool is still a merc. honestly it is so gross that so many of you guys just casually label any disgusting characteristic on him just because you think that he’s “just a bad guy” when he is one of the most fleshed out and surprisingly good characters in the marvel universe, so maybe actually learn who wade wilson is before you act like you know anything about him.

Pumpkin Spice

Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,910

Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?

A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.

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“Hey mom ! ...I mean Mrs. Stark...” - Tony Stark x Reader x awkward!Peter Parker

Summary : Peter calls Tony and his wife (the reader) “dad” and “mom” by accident and…oh it’s awkward. 

Just a silly little story. Wrote in ten minutes on the verge of exhaustion, because I have almost no free time lately and…yeah. Uh. Hope you’ll still like it.

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It was the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to him. By far. 

It outdid that time when, as Spider-Man, he hit a signboard while swinging from web to web, and fell face first down in a busy NYC street…There were videos on YouTube, and pictures on the internet of “The Friendly neighborhood Spider greatest fail”…but at least, no one saw his face. No one actually knew him. 

But now ? Oh God. He was good old and regular Peter Parker and everyone knew it. And this all thing was embarrassing beyond all measure ! 

He had just called Mrs. Stark “mom” on live TV ! 

He obviously didn’t mean to but…it was the stress really. 

People were starting to get curious about Anthony Stark’s mysterious intern, and he just had to give an interview about it so as not to blow his cover. After all, it was the first time Tony’s company was taking interns ! And everyone was curious about that guy that teenage boy who got the first one ever. 

With how obsessed with the Starks the World was, the interview was a huge deal…Millions of people watched the great Iron man’s new protégé, the boy so many were jealous of for landing the best internship ever at Stark Industries.

The journalists asked him hundred of questions, and everything was going smoothly. Besides, Peter felt like with Mr. Stark by his side, he was invincible, his hero and role model giving him strength…Up until he talked about you and used the word “mom” to do so…And you were right next to him…Oh, awkward.

It happened barely a second ago but he already rewinded the scene in his head a thousand times…The journalist asked :

-How is it to be so often in the presence of Tony Stark, a genius and also one of the biggest and most famous superhero on Earth ? 

And stupid, embarrassing, idiotic, nervous Peter answered :

-It’s ok really, Mr. Stark is amazing, and his wife, Mrs (Y/N) Stark is really great, right mom ? 

And he turned to you. Right after he called you “mom” in front of millions of people…and just froze. Why didn’t he stop at “Mrs. (Y/N) Stark is really great”, why the Hell did he turn to you and said “right mom ?”…he would never know. 

There was a sudden silence in the room, all the journalists and even the damn security guards staring at Peter. He cleared his throat and laughed nervously, but he wasn’t able to say anything. 

He glanced quickly at Tony and your husband was just like everyone else right now, staring at him, probably thinking : “wait…what did he say ?”.

This was Peter’s worst nightmare. Public humiliation. Saying something so damn stupid. In front of so many people…

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survive

One moment of hesitation was all it took. One second he had felt like it was James hovering above him playing stupid games as he does, only one second of hesitation and he had felt the air leave his lungs as his own hand choked it out of him. He should have strangled him, he shouldn’t have listened to him but how could he have denied the effect James always had on him? Harry looked so much like the boy Peter trusted and loved when he was a kid. He still did love James even though no one would believe him, he did, but what was he supposed to do? As he struggled under the grasp of his own hand, Harry and Ron had tried to free him but there was nothing they could do, he had brought this on himself.

Peter no longer saw Harry trying to pull away the betraying hand away but he was looking into the abyss now. He didn’t know where he was, maybe somehow he survived, oh how he wished he had survived. He was a Gryffindor but he had never been able to conquer his fear of death, it was always there in the back of his mind telling him he needed to survive and do whatever it takes to do so. It was there when he broke James’ trust, it was there when he left Sirius to die, it had always been there.

Peter looked at his hands, his missing finger was where it belonged, his arm was now back in place fully intact and his. He pushed himself up slowly to look around where he was and wished he hadn’t. He tried to run but it was like he was in an invisible cage. Was this a nightmare? Was this what hell looked like? All four of them standing side by side, as James tried to hold Sirius back, Lily stared at him with her hand on the shoulder of the tall handsome boy Peter recognised from the graveyard, the spare, Cedric. Somehow the hell he had heard from all the people when he was younger sounded better, he would have taken flames instead of the disgust on Sirius’ face, the fear in Cedric’s eyes, the disappointment in Lily’s expression and the emptiness in James’ stare. He would have cut his own arm off just to get away from wherever he was.

Everyone was staring at them. So many people had died in this war and all of them were staring at Peter but they had better things to do so they turned around to continue whatever they were doing before Peter arrived. He saw piercing blue eyes and disgust on Dumbledore’s face clearly before he returned to his old friends.

“I-I never m-meant for any of y-you to d-die,” muttered Peter, he was quite sure he was the only one who could hear. “I was– I was afraid and–”

“We all saw you Wo-Peter,” said James softly. “Your hands didn’t even shake as you killed Cedric. You didn’t even hesitate.”

“Where did we go wrong, Pete?” asked Lily her eyes shining with tears. “What did we ever do to you to deserve what we got?”

That was the thing. Peter was telling the truth, he never wanted any of them to die. He only wanted to survive. He was afraid of dying, it wasn’t the Dark Lord he was afraid of, it was the power he held over Peter and his Lord was the one who killed him in the end. 

“We would have died for you,” said Sirius. He looked much younger than the last time Peter saw him, much more alive than he was the night Peter betrayed him one more time. “We would have done anything for you but you decided that you had to take it into your own hands. We thought you cared for us the same way we cared for you.”

“I do, I did,” stuttered Peter in response, looking at his hands in desperation. “I never did any of these things because I hated you. I just– I wanted to be brave like you but I was terrified–”

“That’s all you say Peter,” interrupted Sirius. “Don’t you think we were all scared?”

“You decided not to be the Secret Keeper because you were afraid but I–”

“DON’T YOU DARE BLAME THIS ON ME!” roared Sirius as he launched himself to Peter. James knowing his brother like he does held him by the collar and calmed him down with words Peter couldn’t hear. Sirius was burning his skin the way he looked at him. “Don’t you dare blame this on me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you couldn’t do it Wormtail?” asked James making Peter flinch at the mention of his nickname. “You know I wouldn’t have forced you to do it.”

“I wanted to be b-brave like y-you lads.”

“When did we ever make you feel like you weren’t enough? You were brave enough, you didn’t have to take on a responsibility that you thought you couldn’t handle.”

“I don’t–”

“When did I made you feel like handing me and my family over to our murderer would be the solution?”

“You n-never–”

“What was it that I ever did to you that made it alright for you to bring your Dark Lord back from the fucking dead Peter? WHAT WAS IT?”

“I d-don’t– I’m not–”

Everyone was just staring at Peter and letting James talk, he was seemingly the calmest in all of them. His anger had always been silent. Peter had seen him get this angry once in 5th year and once during an Order mission. His anger was the worst out of all the Marauders and Peter never in his life thought it would be directed at him. 

“Peter I swear if Harry turns up in this wretched place I will make sure I end up in the same hell as you just to watch you burn.”

War changes people. It had changed Peter, too but James Potter, the boy he never thought was capable of feeling hate towards someone other than Slytherins was planning to watch Peter suffer. 

“P-prongs, ple–”

“How dare you call him that?” yelled Lily. “You think just because you are dead, everything is forgotten? You are not their friend anymore Peter, you are just a filthy Death Eater who wasn’t even worthy of getting the stupid Dark Mark. Good job proving everyone at Hogwarts right.”

“Lils..”

What, James?” she shot back. “Everyone knew he was the different one in your little group. He proved them completely right because of his fragile ego, just because he couldn’t be like you–”

“Lily, enough.”

“I can’t even look at him, I’ll be over there if you need anything.”

Lily left with one last pitying look at Peter and Cedric looked around in hesitation trying to figure out if he should leave, too but he looked determined to stay. 

“I have one question Peter,” began Sirius with the calmness of a madman. “Why didn’t you let us turn you in that night? This could have ended a long time ago.”

“They would have k-killed me.”

“Well, you are a murderer.”

“I’m not– I was AFRAID!” shouted Peter out of the frustration he was feeling in his gut.

“So you acted on rat instinct?” questioned Sirius. Peter knew he was going to get somewhere from this.

“I- I just wanted to live–”

“So the reason you made me think Remus was the mole when it was actually you,” he sighed, his perfect eyebrow arched like a bow ready to throw it’s arrow and Peter knew he was going to hit bullseye. “It was all instinctive and not at all a plan?”

Peter didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know how to defend himself. Not that he needed to anymore, Sirius couldn’t hurt him but still, he wanted his friends to see they would have done the same as him. However, he wasn’t sure anymore. He wasn’t so sure that they would have chosen the easy way out like he did but he had to live, he had to survive no matter what it cost him. 

“You have always been a shit liar, Peter,” said Sirius and came closer to where Peter was standing in his glass chamber. “You took everything I had, EVERYTHING! I trusted you, you bloody rat. I trusted you with my secrets, I trusted you with my brother’s life. I wish we had never met you.”

Peter gasped in shock, it was such a simple sentence but it inflicted so many wounds. Never meeting the Marauders would mean losing the best 7 years of Peter’s life. 

“You let Remus have his transformations alone,” he spat. Sirius was never good at controlling his anger. “You let him rot on forest floors. You let him suffer for 12 years. Twelve fucking years, you let me stay in that– that place. You killed all of us without getting blood on your hands.”

Sirius walked away from Peter trying to steady his shaky breath. He was right, Peter had done all of the things he had said but Sirius never stopped to ask why he did what he did, if there was anything Peter could have said but then again, Peter understood that there was no explanation for what he did. 

As he was looking around, Cedric walked closer to him. Peter would have died another time if it meant not getting confronted by the golden boy because he didn’t have anything to say but he gathered what was left of his pride to piss him off enough so that he would leave Peter alone. He wasn’t ready to face that mistake.

“I-” started Cedric, he looked like he couldn’t find the right words. “How did you do it?”

“How did I do what?”

“Killed the spare.

“You were never meant to be in the graveyard.”

“So it’s my fault you murdered me?” asked Cedric taking his chance to talk with him in private as James was talking to Sirius. “He called me a spare and you didn’t even think twice. How on earth was a supposed to know it was a Portkey to my death?”

“I think–” began Peter and he took in a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to do it but the Dark Lord–”

“You weren’t under an Imperius Charm.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference he would have killed me,” replied Peter as if that was the only logical explanation. “It was either you or me–”

“He was a bag of bones!” exclaimed Cedric. “He was nothing but a bag of bones and you were such a coward, you couldn’t even disobey that thing.”

“You don’t understand,” replied Peter with as much calm as he can muster. “His followers would have found me, I had to do it.”

“So you thought murdering a 17 year old kid can be justified because it was him or you?” demanded James as he pulled Cedric a little bit by his arm. “He was seventeen Peter. You hid from everyone else for 13 years, couldn’t you have hidden from them?”

No one talked for a while after that, Cedric went to join Lily as she watched over Harry. Sirius was walking up and down and James was just standing in front of Peter.

“We were twenty-one, Wormtail.”

“I know. I was, too,” whispered Peter in reply. “You have to understand James. I was young and afraid, and you know I never was the brightest–”

“But you were! You were smart and brave Peter.”

“Not like you,” he replied softly, feeling like he was back in the Hogwarts Express talking about their OWLs with the Marauders and James had reacted exactly like he did now. However this time he only shook his head.

“I didn’t deserve your betrayal, did I?”

“No,” mumbled Peter. “None of you did.”

“Then why?”

“I honestly didn’t think where this would go when I said I would be your Secret Keeper. You must understand that you trusting me with something like that was such an honour for me but in the back of my mind it was also a way out. I was always so terrified of dying in this stupid war.”

“We were all threatened,” reminded James staring into Peter’s soul. “I was marked for death Peter. You could have said you can’t do this and that you wanted protection and no one would have judged you. I always told you, you didn’t have to do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“But what would you guys have said if I left to go into hiding?”

“Nothing,” he replied. “We would have said nothing. We would have understood. I thought our friendship, our brotherhood was stronger than judging and plotting.”

“When he first found me I thought I was going to die but he saw right through me. I am not as strong as you are, I have never been. He knew how to manipulate me and I let him. It’s the rat in me like Pad–Sirius said. I could have told you but I was so scared and when you gave me that opportunity with your own hands, I was way too deep in to get out.”

“If you had a chance would you change what happened?”

“I would try to but I don’t trust myself.”

“I wish I could say I trusted you Peter,” confessed James. “I wish I could say with certainty that you would change what happened. I feel like you would only do it because you are dead now.”

“I- I understand that and I’m sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“I am Jamie,” began Peter, it was a hard thing to explain when you have betrayed someone as badly as Peter did with the Marauders. “I loved all of you but I just couldn’t bring myself to see that the consequences of the choices I make would be this severe. All I could think of was I needed to get out alive and I don’t know why I wanted to survive so much, I just did. I regret most of the things I did, I do. I would have given everything to be stronger than I was but that’s just who I was. You were the prince of the forest and I was a rat. I will never be as loyal as Sirius is or as protective as Remus is. I’m me, I’m Peter Pettigrew and I am what I am but I’m sorry for everything not that it would change much.”

“No, it doesn’t,” sighed James. “But I guess you saying you regret the things you did saves you from us.”

Peter felt a pull and James started getting further and further away. Sirius and Lily didn’t even turn around but Cedric gave him one last look before turning away.

“Goodbye Peter, I hope I never see you again,” were the last words Peter heard from James Potter. 

sourwolfstories ultimate blind!stiles fic rec list

I See You Better by theroguesgambit

He dreams, sometimes, of his last moments of seeing.

At the church in Mexico, Stiles is blinded by a Berserker. Derek uses his new wolf status to act as a guide dog, while Stiles adjusts to his new reality.

Out of Nowhere by CaptainStilinski

It started so gradually that Stiles didn’t think much of it. Just chalked it up to too many nights using his amazing googling powers as requested -more like threatened- by the one and only broody werewolf himself.

It was nothing really. Just a barely there fuzziness around the corners of his vision. He’d blink a few times, rub his eyes, and it would go away.

Stiles didn’t think anything of it.

Serendipity by mynamjo

Derek moves back to Beacon Hills to open up his new art gallery when he meets a blind boy who won’t leave him alone.

Cornerstone by Vendelin

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

Windows by dr_girlfriend

Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.

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“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.

“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”

“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.

“What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —”

“Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”

“Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Lend Me Your Eyes, Give Me Your Heart by Akiruchan

Stiles’ life sucks. He’s honest enough with himself to admit to at least that. More often than not he spends his free time running for his life, saving people from creatures who want to rip his face off, and all around having a distinct lack of self-preservation. It sort of comes with the territory. Not something he can avoid when his circle of friends happen to be werewolves.

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

Sinking Like a Stone (Carry On) by iamnightbird

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

Lost in the Woods by idareu2bme

Stiles gets lost in the woods. His savior is a rather unlikely hero.

Love is Blind by super_queer

Stiles loses his sight in a terrible accident, but Derek is determined to give him a good life regardless.

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Imagine being a famour actress and dating Bill for a very long time in secret until, during a live stream, he suddenly appears and reveals you are living together.

“It is yet another morning in my home, and more specifically bed because I am such a lazy bug that loves to snuggle all day.” you said to your phone, livestreaming and smiling when you immediately saw how many people were fast to respond “Yeah I know my bed hair sucks, please try to ignore that. I’ve been awake for a good hour now and yet I look as if I’ve been asleep for days!” you ran a hand down your face, chuckling.

“Doesn’t matter, I made you a promise and I’ll make sure to keep it. I love these livestreams as much as you do! I guess after almost 15 hours of filming I am entitled to some- oh!” you giggled when your boyfriend hummed, wrapping his arms around you even more tightly.

“Someone’s a cuddler.” you said with a smirk, still making sure he wouldn’t show up on camera, just a small portion of his hair “But we are not going to let him steal the show, I’ve promised everyone that at this exact moment I would give you a small sneak peek of the script, I’d read it to you, and tell you what to expect and-”

“What are you sayin’?” he mumbled, and even if his voice was laced with sleep and was all muffled and raspy you knew it wouldn’t take long for the fans to put one and one together and figure everything out.

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nevereveveverland  asked:

(trashmouthrichietozier here) CAN I HAVE A HEAD CANON ABOUT RICHIE COMFORTING EDDIE WHEN HE'S SICK BECAUSE EDDIE IS AFRAID HE'S ACTUALLY DYING (MAYBE HE'S CRYING IDK)

So… it’s another one that just kinda turned into a drabble? I’m sorry if you hate this??
Whelp, here it is🤷🏻‍♀️


“I think I’m dying,” Eddie said, his eyes were filled with a deep anxiety that Richie had only seen show through at the worst of times. Every time he saw this type of fear rolling through Eddie, he felt as though he had failed the smaller boy somehow, as irrational as that sounds.
“Don’t talk like that,” Richie said, pouring cough syrup onto a large metal table spoon that he had earlier grabbed from the kitchen. Eddie took a deep breath to reply but the words died in his throat when a spasm of coughs erupted from his chest instead. The coughing itself sounded terrible, scratchy and with enough force to shake Eddie’s entire body. Richie felt helpless. Richie’s hand moved to grip Eddie’s just as the smaller boy reached for him, coughs finally dying down enough for him to take the spoon of syrup into his mouth.
Eddie made a face of disgust as he swallowed the bitter liquid and rested his body against the nest of pillows behind him. “Eddie,” Richie said quietly, his brows furrowed and a comforting smile playing on his lips, “You’re going to be fine. It’s just a bug, Bill and Ben had the exact same thing just last week.”
Eddie shook his head, still struggling to breathe properly. “Richie, you don’t get it,” Eddie whispered, rubbing his thumb over Richie’s knuckles and staring at where their hands were intertwined. “I don’t just get sick.”
Richie reached forward and brushed his fingers against Eddie’s forehead, moving the sweat-soaked curls from his shining brown eyes and rested the palm of his hand against Eddie’s skin. He was burning up.
“Everyone gets sick, Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie said before standing up. Eddie’s grip on his hand increased, if only slightly, and Richie’s heartbeat faster within his chest. Eddie was silently pleading but he might as well have screamed for the taller boy to stay with how easily Richie understood him. “I’m going to get you some water and cold compress.”
Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion.
Richie let go and suddenly felt cold, mostly due to distancing himself from the warmth that was radiating off of Eddie’s in waves. His fingers ached to be wrapped around Eddie’s and his heart longs to be next to his. It astonishes Richie in that moment that Eddie has allowed him to stay all this time, exposed to him in one of the most vulnerable ways; sick, shirtless, weak and scared.
Richie took his moment away from Eddie, running a white cotton cloth under the cold water, to wrestle his heart to stop beating erratically, to remind himself to breathe.
Eddie was going to be fine.
Walking back into Eddie’s room, Eddie looked at Richie with tears in his eyes. “Richie,” he spoke, his soft voice cracked and so did Richie’s soft heart, “I don’t want to die.”
“Eddie, you’re not-”
“Richie,” he panicked, his voice louder but still just as wrecked. “You don’t understand. Everything that happening to me feels like it’s never going to fucking stop. Germs and bacteria are going to continue to multiply, my fever is just going to increase and my heart is going to continue to speed up until it shuts down and I fucking die.”
Tears, which seemed to have been welling in Eddie’s eyes forever, finally spilled over the flushed boys cheeks, leaving trails in their wake.
“Ed’s,” Richie whispered.
More tears fell down Eddie’s face, seeming unable to stop once they had started, “I’m terrified, Richie. It just keeps going through my mind and what if this is the thing that finally kills me. I know that’s insane and that I’m not going to die but I can’t-”
Before Eddie can finish, Richie has his hands on Eddie’s cheeks and his lips are slotted over the sick boys. Richie’s heart is racing, his blood is screaming in his ears but he doesn’t stop. Eddie’s eager, responsive lips are the only thing Richie wants to feel for the rest of his life.
Eddie’s mind stops, previously going a thousand miles every second to becoming completely still when Richie’s cool, chapped lips press again his own.
“Richie!” The sick boy screamed, tearing his lips away from Richie’s but still holding his lanky body close. His heart pounding and his breathing shallow. “You’re going to get sick.”
Richie smiled, resting his forehead against Eddie’s and keeping his hand on the other boys heated cheeks, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you, Ed’s,” he whispered, softly pressing his lips to Eddie’s again. “I’m never going to let anything happen to you but I swear to god, if you don’t stop being so dramatic I’m going to lace your dinner with an entire bottle of NyQuil.”
Eddie laughed, his heart clenched and his lungs protested but he laughed anyway. “As if you’re calling me dramatic, Trashmouth.”
Richie wiped the stained trails of water from Eddie’s cheeks, smiling weakly at the boy in front of him.

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said as he walked into Richie’s bedroom. Richie was sprawled on his bed, he was drenched in sweat and coughing his lungs out.
“Ed’s,” Richie said, brows furrowed and his voice weak, “I’m dying.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, sicko.”

comfort: worth it

summary: your family past has left you insecure, and when you meet bucky barnes, you can’t get close to him because you think that you don’t deserve him

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 1748 words

warnings: insecurity, slight angst, fluff

notes: a request, I’ll be answering your ask privately, I’m not sure if I interpreted it correctly, but I hope it’s okay! 

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

Your life has been, frankly, a whirlwind, and some parts of it have been great. Others, however, have left you wanting to shrink away into the background. Mainly, you were never close to your family, and you never really got along with them. To some, that may seem normal, but unfortunately, they’ve messed you up. Maybe not on the outside, but definitely your mind has become much more insecure from your upbringing. You don’t live with them anymore, thank goodness, and that’s where your story takes an unexpected turn.

You began working for Pepper Potts, a woman who you looked up to greatly, and your close friendship with her linked you to the Avengers. They made great friends, and you trusted them with telling them all your problems, they were a sanctuary. That is, until, James Barnes walked into your life.

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thestarshadow  asked:

I have questions! 1- So if Frisk gliches out and dissapears the timeline will corrupt with him right? But after that will frisk be able to create another world or because he broke the reset button he will never come back again? 2- If he does glich out but doesn't dissapear or the timeline gets corrupted will he be able to somehow make a reset button by gliches? 3- Say frisk said he was running out of time, does that mean that the hate will take over or he will dissapear?

If frisk dies the timeline will be erased. Everything will be black just how it hapoens at the ejd of a genocide route. Without beung abke to reset it diesnt matter if a monster or someone absorbs their soul before shattering, because the one who the save file is named after has to be alive.