head of a smiling girl

the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.

For a second, he had forgotten she was even there. Everything she had said came rushing back now. Danny looked away, muttering, “Are you going to yell at me and storm off, too? If so, now’s your chance.”

Morosely, Danny slumped into the floor next to one of the supply shelves, ignoring the grime caked on the floor of what was a surprisingly filthy cleaning closet. He propped his elbows against his knees, hung his head, and clasped his hands over the back of his neck.

Sam crouched down across from him. “I’m not going to yell at you.”

Danny raised his head. “You’re not?”

The girl smiled wryly. “That would feel too much like kicking a puppy.”

Excerpt from Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe


Decided to try my hand with more moody shading and such. A-lister Sam is SO much fun to draw.

There is something quite unique about meeting someone for the first time and feeling a connection blossom between you the instant you catch their eye. When you hear their laugh and suddenly everything you’ve been questioning falls into place. When you spend time with them and wonder how you failed to notice something was missing before you met them. You don’t have to be a romantic or believe in love at first sight to know the feeling and you can deny having experienced it, but can’t you remember the day someone randomly started speaking to you or smiled your way and at night you’d find your thoughts circling around them, their name lit up like a neon sign, their voice stuck in your head like a tune you couldn’t quite figure out? Have you never met the kind of people who make everything seem brighter, who make you feel more awake? Who can change your mood with a tilt of their head, with a careful smile? Because I’ve met them, all of them. Girls who are as wild as hurricanes and make the sky seem endless. Boys who turn every sunset into a masterpiece and carry the sun in their pocket. If there’s one thing I have learned it is to keep these people close and to protect them with all you have.
—  n.j.
So you think I can hear..?

 “You’re not really d/Deaf/HOH, you hear me just fine.”

If I had a dime for everyone who’s ever told me that…                                       Here’s what’s more than likely happening during what you perceive as me “hearing”:

1. I’m relying solely on social cues. Luckily for us d/Deaf/HOH, 93% of communicaton is non-verbal. Basically if you laugh, I laugh, and no one ever knows I missed the joke (..again).

2. I’ve known the speaker for a long time. We all have those topics we can (and do) talk about for hours on end. And the longer I’ve known you, the better I’ll be able to use your favorite topics to figure out what you’re saying.

3. ‘Neutral’ answers. “Yeah”, “No”, “I don’t know”, “Yeah, I get that”.. I’ve got a whole list of responses that can easily trick you into believing I have some idea of what you’re saying.

4. Mad Libs. Did you ever play mad libs as a kid? You know the one.. every so many words you insert a random one and you get a story that doesn’t make any sense? Yeah, being d/Deaf/HOH is pretty much just like that. 

5. Silence. You probably didn’t notice, you almost never do, but I haven’t said a word in 20 minutes. I gave up on trying to understand this conversation a long time ago and I’m really just planning what I’m gonna eat later.

6. Again with the social cues. Remember that whole non-verbal communication thing? Yeah, I probably use it even more than you do. Head nodding, and smiling works like a charm to get a girl through your incoherent story telling.

7. Just this once.. On this rare occasion I actually heard what you said; that happens sometimes.. But you’re still a jerk for dismissing my struggles, feelings, and identity. 

You’re the Hero

Originally posted by dailytomholland


Title: You are te Hero Peter Parker x, reader

Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in. 

Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!





Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.

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Unnecessarily Jealous

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants


Anon: Hi! I really like the way you write,I dont know if request are open, but can I ask for one in which Pietro is jealous and mad because saw the reader doing something with another avenger, and use his power to have sex with her? SMUTTTTT, Thanks if you read this! kisses :)

A/N: (In honor of Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s Birthday Hellooo and thank you so much that’s so sweet of you xox Requests aren’t really open but I can’t say no to nice people and I really really hope you like it! Feel free to message me what you thought! And omg you don’t have to thank me for reading this thank you for being such a nice person and existing! And also for future smut requests (if any) you guys can request visuals too.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Language

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Little witch (Part 6)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 348

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so happy i finally found time to write this. I finished school and I have some days until i start work. I hope i will manage to finish this story and write all the request i have in my box. Please, let me know what you think, it’s really important to me given the fact English isn’t my first language ♥ Enjoy and sorry if there are mistakes (i wrote it really late last night) 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

“We were facing each other and I saw the fear in his eyes but he had to play a macho so he said ’Stay there and I won’t hurt you’. His body was shaking and the man was wearing only his pink boxers. Such a pathetic picture. I sent a bullet towards the vase behind him and he peed in his pants”, Tony finished one of the many stories he liked to tell on his parties. Everyone laughed although they had heard it before. But when a billionaire is telling a joke you have to laugh if you want to be invited on the next party, especially if all the Avengers are there.

Next to Mr. Stark was Sam Wilson, known as The Falcon who was telling different stories too trying to look stronger and cooler than Stark. The both of them were basically competing but their audience didn’t mind at all.

In the other corner Bruce, Thor and Steve could be seen. They were surrounded by people too but not so many. Thor was kind of drunk and he was throwing his hammer in the air showing off that he was the only one able to move it. Steve was laughing and drinking although the alcohol could not affect him. As for Bruce, he was moving from group to group trying to find his place. There were times when he wasn’t in the mood for parties and alcohol and sometimes stripers as drunken Stark used to call sometimes. This night was the same and the doctor soon went to his room where he would be able to relax.

Natasha, Wanda and (Y/N) were on the dance floor moving their bodies in unison as the rhythm. Nat was holding her probably fourth glass of whiskey. Clint, Vision, Peter and Scott Lang were sitting at the bar talking and sometimes throwing glances at the people dancing. The music was loud so the avengers had to shout a little in order to be heard properly but most of the time they had to repeat what they had said. Everyone was enjoying themselves except Peter. He wasn’t allowed to drink so he was just sitting there searching for a particular girl. He had found her minutes ago but didn’t want her to see him starring but he couldn’t help it. He’d been looking at her movements as a hawk. He didn’t miss to spot how at the beginning she was dancing like a tree but soon the nervousness left her and she was moving without caring. Peter smiled as he saw the girl experiencing something an ordinary teenager was used to every weekend.

(Y/N) did her best to try to enjoy that night. She was talking with everybody, drunk a little from Nat’s glass, even danced but deep inside she knew that all of this wasn’t her. She wasn’t raised that way. No music, no fun, no dance. Only fights, fights, and fights. The alcohol she swallowed helped her to loosen up and let the beat take control of her body. She was moving as the good songs kept playing but she knew she was doing it in order to have fun which wasn’t happening if we have to be honest. The girl made an excuse to her partners in the dance floor and walked through the dancing and sweaty people who were drunk as hell. Some of them were rubbing each other bodies, others were ready to swallow each other given the fact how they were kissing, and others were already heading toward the bathrooms. (Y/N) was surprised how many people had attended the party. She thought that it would be just her and the new friends she made a couple weeks ago but no. Stark had decided to throw a huge party and the girl was sure he didn’t know at least 10% of his guests. When (Y/N) got out of the loud room and entered the quiet balcony the fresh spring air hit her are skin. The wind sent shivers down her spine, her body tensing at the coldness she felt due to being sweaty. The girl bypassed the swimming pool and went near the glass parapet. The building was indeed high, the whole city could be seen from there. She inhaled deeply letting the cold air freshen her body from inside. (Y/N) was enjoying the view while listening to the music which outside was actually pleasant. But little she knew that her actions of leaving the party were spotted from a certain boy that hadn’t let his eyes fall from her.    

When Peter saw (Y/N) leaving, he stood up following her outside away from the loud party. The making a path through the crowd slowed him down but once he was on the balcony, he saw the girl he liked alone looking at lightened city below them. He slowly approached her thinking of an interesting opening gambit. But with each step he took his mind refused to work and nervous filled his body again. He cursed himself that he let this happen every time she was near him. Taking a deep breath the boy stood next to her and tried to spoke but was late.

“Why are you here, Peter?”, the girl asked looking at him. At first the boy thought the girl asked that so he would understand he wasn’t welcomed but as he saw her soft (y/e/c) he calmed down. She was just being curious.

“I saw you leaving.”, he answered without thinking. His tongue was moving without his brain working properly.  

“And you came because…?”, her eyes weren’t leaving his which caused the boy to fall under their spell. The distance between their faces was slowly reducing.

“Because I wanted to see if you are okay.”, the girl smiled and turned her head towards the beautiful city. This activity broke the ‘spell’ Peter had fallen into but he continued to stare at her, “You are feeling as though you are not fitting in this atmosphere, right?”

“How do you know?”

“I am feeling the same way at school parties. They are not the way I’d like to spent my free time and have fun.”, at that time the boy was looking the city, while (Y/N) was observing his face.

“And what is the way you like to have fun?”

“Well, I like to…”, he suddenly stopped and looked at the girl. A smirk craved on his face which made the girl confused.

“What?”,

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I like to spent Saturday night and have fun my way. Are you in?”, the smirk on Peter’s face was now bigger as he hoped the girl would accept his offer. Suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face.

“I would love to, Peter Parker.”

“Then, shall we?”, as a gentleman he offered his hand and girl took it happily. They both exited the tower without being spotted by anyone.

“So where are we going?”, (Y/N) dared to ask after 10 minutes of walking in silence.

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?”, the boy looked at her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“It is supposed to be but I am not into surprised at all.”

“Well, tonight you’ll be.”

“Idiot.”

“I’d gladly be a idiot If I am the reason you smile.”, and it was true. (Y/N) hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the tower. This statement made her blush which surprised Peter. His smile became bigger as he saw the soft side of the girl which she was usually hiding behind the mask of a dangerous serial killer, “Come on, we are almost there.”, Peter grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and they both rushed towards a small café on the other side of the street. It’s name was shinning in dark blue which made the café easy to be seen. When they entered inside the girl was amazed by the atmosphere and way it was decorated. Simple and cozy vintage design invited the new guests inside. There was a girl listening to music behind the bar and two girls chatting at one of the corners. (Y/N) thought they would sit somewhere so she started looking for a cozy and lonely place.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of staying here but if you want- ”

“Oh, no, no. You are the one leading the parade. You promised me fun so I hope you would give me one.”, the girl joked and he boy calmed down, “I don’t want to ruin anything but isn’t it late for coffee?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because only in this café you can find the best and most delicious muffins. Believe me, you have never eaten such mouth-melting dessert.”, the boy gave a simple answer and turned around to make an order. A minute later, the boy and the girl were outside the café roaming through the streets of New Your city and eating.

“Oh my gosh, Peter! These are just magnificent. I’ve never tasted anything like that.”

“I told you so.”, the girl was about to take another bite from the muffin when Peter pushed her hand up so her nose would be in covered in chocolate.

“How dare you Parker?!”, the girl gave him a dead glare, “You will pay for this.”

“I can’t take you seriously with so much chocolate on your face. You look sweat rather than scary.”, the boy couldn’t stop laughing and the girl used this opportunity to push her half muffin in Peter’s face.

“That’s part of the revenge you will get.”

“Oh, you are gonna regret this Ms. (Y/L/N)!”, and with that (Y/N) began running while Peter was chasing her. There was a park near them and the girl entered it. Although she was on high heels which weren’t that high, the girl was still faster than the boy. But let’s face it, he was doing it on purpose.

“I can’t do it anymore.”, Peter announced and sat on a bench, “You are fast and I don’t want to sweat in this amazing suit. I prefer to look hot than to revenge you for some chocolate.”, the girl was suspicious at first but when he didn’t stand up from the bench, she sat next to him.

“Then I’m sorry to say that you don’t look that hot as you think.”

“I remember you telling something else when we were in your room hour ago.”, he looked at her.

“Well, my eyesight isn’t good sometimes.”

“Mhm, whatever you say…”, his tone was challenging.

“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Parker?”, now they were inches away from each other, still looking at each other eyes, while their bodies desired for something else.

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

That was it. They both were on the edge of doing what they wanted to do since weeks. They stood there looking at each other in silence. The tension was felt in the air but it wasn’t a sexual tension how Nat would say. No, it was a tension between two young teenagers that had slowly fallen in love. They wanted to connect, to feel what the other felt, to see the nightmares the other had, to explore their souls. But sadly they both were scared. (Y/N) had never had such feeling burning inside her. We all know her story to know that love was something she never felt except in her early years. The Avengers gave her the love of a family but the love she felt now was never a shade in the painting of her life. It was new, it was great and yet it was scary.

Peter was a shy nerdy boy and a sarcastic superhero. When he was with the witch he somehow managed to merge his both sides in one. The confident side in him was ready to do the next step but the mask was gone, he was Peter Parker, the nerd school boy who had problems with talking to girls.

The lovebirds were standing dare not daring to move. They didn’t want to ruin this moment thinking it was the chance they got but they both were scared to take it.

“There is something in you Peter. Something that makes me wanna kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.”

“You know how to ruin the romantic moment.”, they both laughed getting out of the unison.

“But that’s true. There are moments when you are a pain in the ass.”, their eyes were sparkling with true happiness, “But what scares me is that I want you to be my pain in the ass.”, the boy froze for a moment at those words. He looked at her still shocked. Peter didn’t say a thing which caused the girl to look at her fingers which showed she was nervous.

“I- I shouldn’t have-”, but she wasn’t given the chance to finish her sentence. Peter had cupped her face in his hands, his lips connecting with hers in a slow and soft kiss. (Y/N) was surprised both from the sudden action and the sensation in her guts. She instantly closed her eyes letting her soul to see what no eyes could behold. It wasn’t just flesh touching, it was souls meeting and connecting. She got the feeling of being high in the sky, flying freely and carelessly. She felt the love in so many different ways that there are no words able to describe it.

“That was-”

“Chocolatey.” , the girl finished Peter’s sentence which caused both of them to laugh.

That night they stayed there on the bench in the empty park, enjoying each other company, laughing at their jokes, telling different stories from the past and made plans for the future. That night they felt real, they felt alive and breathing. That night love made its magic – it connected two souls that had been searching each other for years, it gave them true happiness, an unforgettable love. That night love gave them a surreal picture of life which blurred their sights and weakened them for what was about to happen.

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psycho 03 / taehyung

Originally posted by jiminnout

warning and a note: this story has some sexual harassment in it so if you are uncomfortable with reading this kind of story please stop right here, i understand this might be hurtful to some people but this is just my crazy imagination and I’m sorry if you have ever experienced anything like this and I also wish this doesn’t happen to anyone ever, i know that taehyung isn’t like this in real life this is just a story

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