hopefully i got it right this time

https://open.spotify.com/user/griefpedigree/playlist/71nMyIUzTxtsaVLakhu4D1

this is a playlist i’ve been working on for a while of my favorite hip hop tracks, originally it was on itunes but i figured i’d try to recreate it on spotify even though a lot of stuff isn’t on there. the spotify playlist is still a work in progress but right now it’s got 488 tracks on it, which is 30+ hours of music. all types of hip hop from all different eras… camp lo, lil ugly mane, zeroh, micranots, saul williams, isaiah rashad, ta’raach, saafir, five deez - you name it.  i tried to limit it to 2-3 tracks per artist for variety’s sake, so hopefully if you take the time you check it out you’ll find something you like that you haven’t heard before. peace.

Went and saw Beauty and the Beast, and I just had to share my experience because it was so pure?

So, like, I get into the theater, find myself a nice spot smack dab midscreen, which is WAY EASIER without thirty people traipsing in behind you in a group, lemme tell you, and I’m just sitting there, by my lonesome, scrolling tumblr and watching whatever weird stuff they’ve got on screen, and a family comes to sit in my row, which was the only empty one not right in front of the screen. Sat down what I thought was a seat away from me until I saw a little girl in an adorable ass red dress climbing over mom and dad to sit next to me. 

Totally fine. I was just off of center and they got to sit right in the middle of the screen, and when she finally gets settled this little girl looks up at me, with a soda half her size in one hand, and somehow both popcorn and candy in her tiny little lap, and she stage whispers to her mom:

“She’s by herself!”

Mom looks embarrassed, but I smile and wave off the apology. 

I go back to my phone, only to realize someone is tugging at my sleeve. Little girl looks up at me, all wide eyes and curiosity, and holds out a napkin filled with popcorn and chocolate. Like, I remember being a kid, and I remember how important candy and popcorn at the theater are, and I think she thought she was saving my life by offering this sustenance.

I almost fucking cried guys, kids are the best.

So I take it and thank her and let her talk my ear off for a few minutes until she needs a drink because she has been talking SO MUCH her mouth is dry. This kid is going places, guys, I’m telling you right now, because she picked up that cup the size of her torso like a champ and angled the straw just right and continued to try to talk to me around her gulps.

While this is happening, on the other side of me another mom and daughter sat down, and, turns out, the girls know each other. I’m guessing, based on the gumption of Red Dress, that they probably met in the lobby before they went into the theater. 

Girl number 2, I’ll call her Princess Dress, because it was a fantastic dress and when I told her so she proceeded to point to every princess along the neck and name them and give me their Stats, proceeds to have a conversation across me with Red Dress.

Both sets of parents were looking like they wanted to bury their heads in their hands, but I was having a blast.

Anyway, eventually lights go down, we get into the movie, and for the most part Red and Princess were content, although every so often Red made sure to pass me a handful of sticky half-melted chocolate. 

Watching a live action version of a movie that I watched for the first time when I was their age was a fuckin’ trip, man. Like. I got super emotional over things I didn’t expect to, and during the wolf scenes I was actually mildly distressed, because Princess was gripping the hand rest so hard on my right I thought she was gonna break it. Any scene I laughed or snorted at got a peal of laughter from my two new best friends, so hopefully no one has to go home and explain why I nearly snorted out my drink during “Be Our Guest” when they went for a visual gag for “After all miss, this is France!”.

During the ballroom scene, Red turned to her mom and whispered “The Beast is handsome!” and it took so much for me not to lean over and whisper back “Girl same.”

But my favorite, MY VERY FAVORITE part of this whole experience was when Gaston shot the Beast - FOR THE THIRD TIME HOLY HELL I KNEW IT WAS DARK BUT GODDAMN THIS IS A KIDS MOVIE ISN’T IT - Red patted my arm because yeah, okay, I was maybe crying a little, look, I know what happens but the movie made me feel things okay. Anyway, she like, pushes herself up in her seat and leans in close and she goes “It’s okay. He’s gonna be okay.”

The point is, children are so pure, and everyone should always watch movies with strangers.

Because some asked why I needed Truthwitch to break out...

Some people have asked me what I meant by a statement in my postmortem – about WHY I needed Truthwitch to break out (because if it didn’t, my career was over). I’m not sure how in-depth I’ve been in my newsletter, so here’s an answer for you:

Basically, my first series tanked. I mean…tanked. We’re talking, Truthwitch sold more copies in its first two weeks than the entire SS&D series COMBINED.

Bad sales hurt an author – you’re way better off as an untested debut than an author with shitty sales. So I was at a crossroads in my career, where the plan was to change my name. That way, I could be a “debut” again. (Sadly, this happens a LOT in the industry. Which is why please do not pirate our books!)

But then Tor decided to take a chance on me. Because they’re a small (and amazing) house, they have more room to take on projects that they’re passionate about (instead of just commercially successful). HOWEVER, if Truthwitch didn’t sell well…. Then yeah. That was it. “Susan Dennard” would be dead, and I’d have to reinvent/start over my career.

There’s no shame in that. I was totally willing to reinvent! The problem was that I had this great audience for my writing advice – thousands upon thousands of people who were coming back for my blog and newsletter. Yet none of them were buying my books. Which is fine – I don’t give free writing help to sell copies. I do it because I love doing it.

BUT…if I reinvented myself, I would lose what little crossover I had between writing-advice-fans and book-readers – not to mention the handful of amazing fans who did like the SS&D trilogy (I will never ever forget my wonderful Misfits!).

So…I needed + desperately wanted Truthwitch to sell well. I wanted Tor to be happy. I wanted to keep my name. That led to me going “all in” on self-promo.

Full disclosure: I allocated $15,000 of my advance to promote Truthwitch. (Which, in case you’re wondering, was most of the advance.) I ended up going over that amount…by a lot. Costs ranged from travel to important events (this was really where the bulk got eaten up!) to running/maintaining my street team (swag, postage, hiring an assistant to help me keep it going) to learning how to + making my own book trailer.***

And like…I honestly don’t even know what kind of TIME I spent promoting. It was a lot more than I thought it would be. Literally most of 2015.

But…it paid off, right? At least in terms of “success.” I’m a New York Times Bestseller now!!

That said, I haven’t earned back the money I spent yet (“bestseller” doesn’t automatically mean “rich”), and I will never get back the time I spent. Plus, the nightmare that was 2016 as I tried to rush-create Windwitch

It begs the question: were the costs worth the rewards? I don’t know. I think so since, hopefully, the rewards will continue to pay forward for a long time – and my career is definitely growing!

Best of all, though, I CAN KEEP MY NAME. Susan Dennard. C’est moi pour toujours. ❤️

Edit:

I want to add two more things – because this post has opened up a lot of conversations I wasn’t expecting to have (but welcome!!).

First: I cannot emphasize enough just how important LUCK is in this equation. On top of the time, money, publisher-partnership, and salty desperation that I poured into Truthwitch, I ALSO GOT LUCKY. I had the Right Book at the Right Moment with the Right Cover in the Right Genre coming out in the Right Month.

A publisher can pour all the money in the world into a book, but nothing will make readers buy it. There is no predicting trends.

So a lot of the success of Truthwitch (which is still pretty small, relatively speaking. I’m not a Big Author by any means!!) boils down to that intangible, finicky sprite known as Lady Luck.

Second: This is just ROUND ONE of “reinvention.” I have no illusions or expectations that my success will remain. The Witchlands series has already exceeded my wildest hopes, but no author stays “on top” forever. It’s a constant up and down, and frankly, we’re all just really lucky to even be able to share our words in the first place.

Sure, I’d love to be successful forever, but it’s not my primary dream – and definitely not my expectation. Realism is key to longevity in this industry, and more than that: gratitude.

So on that note: thanks for reading, thanks for sharing, and thanks for being the reason I keep writing.


***Note: I need to also mention that, once it was clear my own self-promotion was starting to pick up momentum, Tor really stepped in and helped me. This was not a solo journey, and it NEVER is. I had/have an amazing team, and we’ve forged a real partnership while getting the Witchlands into readers’ hands.

To the Check Please fandom: I love you, but you guys are missing out on something that I think you’ll love. 

It’s called You Could Make a Life 

The latest Check Please update currently has over 12,000 notes on tumblr and the ycmal chapter with the most likes and comments has less than 1000. Based on how great ycmal is, I can only assume that you guys are unaware of its existence or these numbers would be more similar. 

It’s superficially similar to Check Please in that every story is about a gay, male, hockey player and his life on and off the rink. 

Keep reading for my pitch or just go straight here and treat yourself to some fantastic writing 


Ycmal is a series of stories that exist in the same universe but can each be read independently. There are nine (NINE!) complete stories ranging from less than 4000 words to 158,966 words (trust me, when you read this long one, you’ll be grateful for the length). 

In addition, there are so so many short snippets about the characters. Think Ngozi’s extras but this is where the author’s incredible generosity comes in. Most of these stories are based on direct requests from readers and they range from “everybody’s cats!” to bodyguard AUs. If you’re still not convinced then read on. 

To borrow some quotes from that amazing Check Please primer that went around for a long time:

What’s that you like zany casts? 

Dan Riley: The gateway drug and a true romantic 

Marc Lapointe: Shitty’s social justice in an almost Bitty-sized body but with more pretentiousness, and he’s French! (Canadian)

Ulf Larsson: Swedish sex god who makes bad decisions 

“Vinny” Vincent: His teammates call him Bambi and he’s a goalie

Anton Petrov: Angry bub defence man

David Chapman: Seriously his character development is the most amazing thing. You will LOVE him

Jake Lourdes: We voted on what we thought of him and half of the suggestions were some variant of “golden retriever”

This isn’t anywhere nearly all of the characters. I haven’t even touched on the supporting characters and they’re all delightful

Are main character guy and pupil guy going to kiss? (No, nobody stylistically differs by having pupils but they all have pupils so it still fits)

There is pretty much always kissing ;)

How do I read every [ycmal story] ever? 

Good question, we’ve got you covered. 

This is the author’s Archive of Our Own page, which has all the official plotted stories

This is the author’s tumblr, which has all of the extras and also where you should go when you need to yell at someone once you’re crying

OKAY YOU GOT ME (hopefully). Here are a few hours of my life. What do I need to do to get into this rad universe?

Good question, we’ve got you covered. Again, we voted. 

The number one recommendation as long as you’re up for paying for a novel right now is purchasing You Could Make a Life here. This is the namesake of the whole universe, the epic love story of Dan and Marc and a book that I have read approximately six separate times not including the times I’ve read sections. 

The number two recommendation depends on what you’re feeling right now. 

- between the teeth is my personal favourite. It is absolutely incredible in terms of plot and character development, and it has a lot of my favourite characters. (Hold your breath for Kiro people, then you can use the breath you saved to laugh your ass off) This is the long one though so maybe the next suggestion?

- Vinny gets a life would be an amazing first entrance to this universe. Vinny is a super fun narrator and the story and central relationship are both compelling

- In taking it apart has the tagline “He made his bed and then he fucked a teenager in it.” This one earns an Explicit rating on ao3 more than any of the others

- No expectation of returns is the ultimate friends to lovers so if that’s your jam, start here first

Just please don’t start with throw up your fists, throw out your wits because that one can be emotionally tough to get through. 


You guys, Check Please is an incredible and unique work of art but everyone I know that loves ycmal loves Check Please so I think they cater to similar tastes. Give these stories some love and improve your lives. 

Zayn Malik: ‘I try to do right by’ girlfriend Gigi Hadid

Young love! Zayn Malik and Gigi Hadid are not shy about sharing their love. As Us Weekly first reported in November 2015, the “Dusk Till Dawn” singer, who is hosting Us Weekly’s Most Stylish New Yorkers party on Tuesday, September 12, and the 22-year-old blonde bombshell became exclusive following his departure from One Direction. Ever since going public with their romance in December 2015, the pair have been showing off their love for one another with a bit of PDA.

Though when it comes to dating in the public eye, the 24-year-old Brit pays no attention to what’s being said. In an exclusive interview with Us Weekly, Malik, named one of Us’ Most Stylish New Yorkers, opens up about their relationship, his signature style and his life as a solo artist with Us’ managing editor, Jennifer Peros.

Us: How do you describe your style?
ZM: I just wear whatever feels good on the day. I’m not really one to overthink things; whatever looks good I’ll put on. But I have a serious problem for sneakers and trainers.

Us: Any big fashion mistakes?
ZM: Nothing so far. It’s probably gonna happen in a few years and I’m gonna look back like, “Oh, s–t,” but right now I’m cool with everything.

Us: Does Gigi help you choose looks?
ZM: She doesn’t really pick out my outfits, but we do the normal thing between boyfriend and girlfriend where we’re like, “I like this,” or “that looks nice on you.”

Us: So you ask her, “Is this good?”
ZM: “Does my ass look big in this?”

Us: How do you both handle dating in the spotlight?
ZM: We try not to think about it too much. There are a lot of people who are too busy in other people’s lives. I just concentrate on my relationship and try to do right by my girlfriend and she does by me, and we hope for the best, as we all do!

Us: What’s a typical date night?
ZM: We both cook, so we like to make meals for each other. I make chicken and sweet corn pie. She likes that.

Us: On stage and on red carpets, you seem confident. Are there times when you’re not?
ZM: I believe there’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance. I prefer to remain a little bit humble.

Us: You went public last year with your struggles with anxiety. Are you glad you’ve opened up about it?
ZM: Yeah, 100 percent. People have a better perspective of where I was coming from at the time and that it wasn’t me being ungrateful or unaware of the opportunities that were in front of me. It was just me struggling with being able to actually be there. I’m glad I got that off my chest. You have to clear the air.

Us: Are you still close to the 1D guys?
ZM: We’re in touch. Everything is on a civil level. It’s not the way it used to be, obviously, because we were spending 24 hours a day in the band and now we’re growing as individual men, but we still check in.

Us: Do you talk to Harry Styles?
ZM: To be honest, I never really spoke to Harry even when I was in the band. So I didn’t really expect that much of a relationship with him.

Us: Would you consider a reunion?
ZM: Who knows? I’ve said it before: Never say never.

Us: Two of them have kids now. Do you feel pressure to settle down?
ZM: I don’t think things like that should be decided based on feeling pressure. When it’s the right time and place, hopefully that will happen. Who knows when that will be.

Us: Your baby now is your next album. What can you share about it?
ZM: We’ve got some big people working on stuff. There’s soulful R&B tunes, club tunes, some pop songs. It’s a progression. My writing’s grown and I feel like I’ve grown. I just wanted to get all of that in the album and give people some new music.

To see what else Malik had to say about taking his career solo, his style and love Hadid, pick up the new issue of Us Weekly, on newsstands Wednesday, September 13.

VIA US WEEKLY

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 20)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 960

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: While this story is drawing to an end, we’re still riding the angst train in this series. It feels like a neverending drop, doesn’t it? However, I hope the remaining chapters will bring clarity to everything. 

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

You remained silent as you slipped away from Bucky’s touch, leaving his pleas unanswered. Succumbing to his wrath once more, you let yourself drift away from the world as you tried to process everything he confessed to you. So much was revealed and you didn’t know how to react, what to think of his situation. If anything, you were confused and shocked and exhausted by all of this, not having the capability to sort out your emotions anymore. Though he thought his confession gave you clarity, Bucky caused more chaos in your muddled thoughts that ever before, causing more questions to arise than answers. 

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Once again, you guys amaze me with all the support for my latest Southside Serpent Jughead Au. Thankyou so much, your comments and reblogs mean the world to me. Thanks for being so amazing and liking my stories! ****

Betty pushed herself further into the side of the booth, inhaling the familiar scent of fake leather and French fries. Chucks arm was loose around her shoulders as he laughed obnoxiously at something one of the football players had said and stuffed a sandwhich into his mouth, every time the darkest skinned boy moved abruptly, Betty felt her heart stop. Running a finger over her sore thigh, she glanced down at the fingerprint shaped bruises beggining to form under the short cheerleading skirt she had on. This was a common occurrence for Chuck, if he felt that Betty was ordering too much or speaking too loudly he would squeeze her leg under the table, bruising her and instantly shutting her up. Feeling the onset of tears coming on, Betty squeezed her eyes shut and sunk further into the booth, further into herself.

The high pitched tinkling of the bells to the diner doors broke her out of her daze and her eyes widened at the sight, sure enough in walked the very boy who had been on her mind day in and day out.

Jughead Jones, snug in his Southside jacket while a cigarette dangled from his lips, was followed by almost all the boys Betty had seen that night at the bar, equally smug looks on their faces as they casually strolled into Pops. Jughead caught Her eyes and winked, his face darkening when he saw her teary eyes and the angry boy beside her.

Chuck and the football team all hopped up from the booth, rearing the corner and coming toe to toe with the Southside.

“What do you think you’re doing here, are you lost? This isn’t your side of town, you’ve got a lot of nerve showing up here especially after what you did to our trucks.” The quarterback growled in Jugheads face as he lazily stepped back

“Ah yes, the tire popping. A little juvenile I’ll admit but hey, alls fair in love and war.” Jughead allowed his eyes to stray to Betty for a bit too long as she made her way beside Chuck.

Chuck noticed the lingering looks between the pair and gripped Betty’s hand painfully tight, causing her to yelp slightly as he tugged her into his side.

Dean stepped forward followed by half the Serpents a low growl coming from the Southside, Jughead stood nose to nose with Chuck

“Let. her. go.” He hissed, his eyes looking absolutely lethal.

“She’s my girl, Southside trash.” Chuck smiled darkly, his hand moving to lewdly grip Betty’s ass as she squirmed underneath his arm, her eyes avoiding Jugheads.

That was the last straw, Jughead didn’t even realize he had launched himself at the bulky boy until his fists were covered in blood and the roaring of the brawl rang through his ears. He glanced up to see the Serpents versus Riverdale, dropping Chuck by the shirt he looked around frantically before finally finding what he was looking for.

Betty was being held by a dark haired girl in a similar uniform as Another Serpent, Adam, stood in front of them, shielding the pair from the onslaught of flying fists.

“Veronica, Betty!” A new voice called from the middle of the chaos, Out walked a red headed boy, his jersey ripped as he ran towards them and quickly ushered them outside. Jughead glanced up at his gang, a familiar voice shouted into his ear

“Go after her, we’ll be fine.” Keith mumbled, swinging his fist at a boy named Moose.

Jughead sprinted towards the door, he saw Betty talking intently with the red haired boy and the dark haired girl, he made his way over, sighing in relief as Betty dropped herself into his arms, he placed a hand on the back of her neck, tangling himself in her hair as he pushed her against his chest, she sobbed openly, the events of the day finally catching up to her.

“You’re okay.” She cried “I saw him go after you, I was so scared..” she trailed off as he shushed her and held her tight, his eyes closing at the familiar, comforting scent that invaded his nose.

“It’s okay.” He whispered against her forehead, pulling away to catch her eyes. She brought her fingers up to his cheek and brought them back to reveal a smudge of blood on her tiny fingers.

“You’re bleeding” her voice broke in unrestrained guilt

“This is not your fault.” He assured her “none of this is. This war that’s going on? It’s bigger than any of us, there’s nothing we can do but go along with it.” He dropped a kiss to her forehead as she nodded.

A very feminine cough brought them both out of their bubble, Jughead looking at the raven haired girl who was staring at them with confused eyes.
Betty blushed bright red and wiped her eyes.

“Verinca, Archie, this is Jughead, he’s a…friend” she smiled shyly.

Veronica raised a brow but smiled none the less
“Nice to meet you, Jughead…friend” the hesitance was in her eyes but she still extended her hand which he shook quickly.

Archie stepped forward his hand coming up to clap around Jughead shoulder
“Anyone who’s a friend of Betty’s is a friend of mine, now what do you say we get out of here, I think I hear police sirens” the red head scratched his neck nervously. “You coming?” He asked Betty who shook her head,

“I think I need to walk home. I need to clear my mind” she smiled gratefully at her neighbor and he nodded, throwing a wave to Jughead
“See you around pal”

Jughead walked beside Betty
“Is he always that friendly?” He asked confused

Betty smiled softly
“Always. There’s not a mean bone in his body.”

Jughead nodded silently, they hardly talked the entire walk home, the comfortable silence a welcome change. When they arrived at her front door, Betty turned to Jughead

“I’m done this time. I’m not going back with him, I can’t keep letting him treat me this way” there was a fire in her eyes and for the first time in Jugheads life he believed someone.

“You really think I would let you go back to him now? After that? Not that I’m trying to control your choices or anything, but you’ve officially left a stain on every Serpents heart. I’d be surprised if they didn’t follow you around everywhere from now on.” He teased lightly, Betty blushing and looking to her front door.

“I’ll see you tommorow right?” She asked hopefully.

Jughead leaned forward, dropping a slow kiss to her forehead

“You got it angel”

She closed her eyes for a second before quickly heading inside, her heart beating out of her chest.

Jughead made his way through the trailer park, stopping at everyone’s home to make sure all of his friends had made it out okay, the general consensus was that the Southside had won this battle but the fight was far from over.

Slamming the door to his own trailer, Jughead threw off his leather jacket and let the silly smile he had felt coming on all day, grace his face.

“Heard you started at a fight on the north side today?”

Jughead whipped around, sighing as he saw his father sat in the love seat, a beer bottle hanging loosely in his hand.

“Yeah..” he started as his father got up

“Good, it’s time we start fighting this war. I’m proud of you.” His father came over and ruffled Jugheads hair.

Jughead bit the inside of his cheek
“Alright dad.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the snake bar, big news kid” he said before he walked out the door, slamming it so hard the walls shook.

“Thanks dad.” He whispered bitterly into the barren, lonely trailer

Next part: https://bughead4days.tumblr.com/post/160707106971/im-so-happy-you-guys-are-still-tuning-in-to-my

Bus to Woodstock

The New Guy - Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

Warnings: None but I might as well put this here: this is reader dad!Tony so if you don’t like those skip this.

Words: 1k

A/N: I’m going to use this opportunity as a shameless shout out to my fan account on Instagram as I’m so close to 1k and so want to get 1k before Homecoming because I will just be so happy. So follow me ‘hotdamnholland’ (I make Tom memes haha ;) )

“He’s my age?!” You exclaimed as your father, Tony Stark, told you for the first time that he’d got a new recruit for the team.

“Yes.”

“He’s a kid and you - a grown man - have basically come into his life and said 'Oh yeah I’ll make you a new super suit and yeah you might be able to be part of my group of people who fight aliens for a living’.” You folded your arms and looked right at him. You left a pause to let Tony think about it.

“Oh and 'Here’s my daughter, she’s your age therefore it should all be alright.’” You added.

“Your point?” Tony asked, his tone completely neutral.

“Change a few words and that could be made into a underage rape porn video.”

“Don’t make me ground you.”

You smirked but that quickly died. “I’m being serious. What do his parents think?”

“He doesn’t have any.” Tony stated.

This time you had no witty retort. “Who does he live with?”

“His Aunt. She’s nice.”

“And so she’s fine with this?”

“Technically, she doesn’t know this.” Tony said referring to the whole Avenging business.

“Let me guess, internship?”

“Exactly.” Tony gave you the classic smirk that someone seemed to show the end to the conversation. You had no intention of stopping yet.

“Okay fine. Is he an Avenger then?”

“Not exactly.”

You frowned. “Wait so it is an internship?”

“No - it’s more of a slight addition, but not real Avenging.”

“You’re waving it in front of his face like an out of reach carrot.”

“I am not!”

“Is he an Avenger?”

“Not yet.”

“Will he ever be?”

“Depends.” Tony said. He said it as if this kid had to prove his worth.

“When will I meet him?” You were curious now. He had to be special or your Dad wouldn’t take an interest in him. And your age? So he was high school age, and probably going to school unlike you. You wondered how time worked out for him then. Unfortunately, the world ending doesn’t wait for you to finish your Maths homework. So no high school for you.

“In a few minutes hopefully.”

“You’re kidding?” So you got this bombshell, and you would be meeting said 'bombshell’ a few minutes after knowing about it.

“Nope, he’s coming to the Tower.” Tony seemed very calm and chilled. “I’ve upgraded his suit and I want you to be there.”

“What when he’s putting it on?”

“No, testing Y/N.”

“Right…” You agreed.

Tony got a ping on his phone. Well it wasn’t really a phone. It was something of his own invention and unfairly he would not make one for you.

“Looks like Happy’s got him.” He said and gestured for you to follow him to elevator.

“Happy’s taking him to the labs?” You asked as you trailed along behind.

“Yes.” Tony said as you got into the elevator. “Now, Y/N, play nice. Don’t scare him off and he’s off limits.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“I’m just saying it now…” Tony muttered as the elevator came to the right level and the doors opened.

Tony stepped out and you saw Happy waiting with a kid that did look your age.

“Parker meet my daughter Y/N.” Tony said. “Y/N this is Peter Parker.”

“Hey.” You said and he gave you a nervous smile.

“Peter I’ve got your suit this way.” Tony started off through the lab door.

Peter followed without having to be told twice and you just followed him.

“Y/N wait here.” Tony ordered and you did as he took Peter further into the lab supposedly to get him to put the suit on.

You perched on a chair and waited. Honestly, you were interested in seeing what this kid could do, and also sort of thrilled that their was another super kid your age. You were feeling a bit out numbered being a kid. And he was cute… that was a bonus.

About 10 minutes later Tony paraded Peter out to you in a red and blue suit that even from the outside looked really high tech.

“I present Spiderman.” Tony said in his usually charismatic tone. “Well Y/N what do you think?”

“Well it leaves nothing to the imagination.” You stated. You imagined Peter going a darker shade of red than the suit under the mask.

“Apart from that.” Tony warned shooting you a 'behave nicely’ look.

“I think it looks cool.” You said sincerely. You walked wrong Peter trying to not look like you were 'checking him out’ but that was literally your job here.

“Right well he needs to move in it so I need you two to spar for me.” Tony said completely nonchalantly.

“Here right now?” You said well aware that you were in a lab with various dangerous chemicals.

“Yeah just go over there and throw a few punches at each other.” Tony said pointing to the only bit of the lab that didn’t have a bench. You had about 5 meters in radius before you would have knocked over something you wished you hadn’t.

Tony pointed again as if he hadn’t got all day and you and Peter did what you were told.

“Y-You want me to fight her?” Peter said as if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Yes but don’t actually hurt each other,” Tony answered, “but Y/N get him to move. I need to see how flexible this thing is on someone.”

“I can do that…” You muttered before feigning a right jab to Peter’s head so he moved to the left and blocked it with the back of his arm. This kid was quick.

You brought you right arm up like Peter had done to block your face as you brought your right hand down to punch him in the chest.

It was just like a training fight.

You both continued like this for a minute getting each other to dodge and block and occasionally actually hitting each other.

“Okay.” Tony said indicating for you two to stop. “Peter how does it feel?”

“Good. Thanks Mr Stark.”

“Mr Stark?!” You scoffed trying not to laugh but then stopped when Tony gave you a look again.

Tony walked round Peter once more.

“So Y/N what do you think?” Tony asked again.

“Hmm… He can stay.” You said with a smirk.

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To Be Continued || Jughead Jones x Reader

Show: Riverdale

Request: Can you do a Jughead where he has a wet dream about the reader? And they’re best friends so when he confronts her it gets ( quite literally ) steamy?

Warnings: Swearing and a little bit of smut at the beginning along with a foreshadow of smut

Word Count: 795

Originally posted by beaniesxponytails

1.) I need holy water for I have sinned 2.) Jughead never moved schools in this scenario

Jughead’s POV…

*Dream*

“Juggie~” her voice was breathy and kind of raspy from moaning so much but it was such a turn on for me to hear. Her usually soft and smooth voice this much different because of me.

“Fuck, babygirl,“ I moved from hovering above her with my hands beside her head and her legs wrapped around my waist to holding one of her legs over my shoulder as I continued to pound into her.

“Oh my god,“ I watched her usually well-put-together self fall apart as her back arched off the bed and her soft (Y/L/C) lips fall open from the change in angle. I could feel her tighten around me as her moans got louder and higher in pitch.

“Shit,“ I chased my high while she fell into hers and practically screamed my name. I moved faster and let her ride out her high until my body stiffened when I reached mine.

*Reality*

I jerked awake from the dream with damp boxers. I sighed and fell back onto the bed. The memories and pictures of the dream were so vivid. But they were also kind of pleasant. Seeing (Y/N) under me like that- her hair splayed across the pillow, her hands fisting the sheets, her back arched, her lips parted, and her soft skin covered in a thin layer of sweat- was one I would love to see for real.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

I groaned at the sound of my alarm. The last ting I wanted to do right now was face (Y/N) with that dream still very fresh in my mind. But the good thing was, she and I only saw each other at lunch, sixth period, and at Pop’s. I could hopefully make it till then.

“Don’t make a fool out of yourself, Jughead,“ I mumbled as I changed my boxers and got dressed.

*TIME LAPSE TO SIXTH PERIOD*

“Jug, you okay?“ I jumped at (Y/N)’s touch but I quickly nodded,

“Y-Yeah, I just didn’t sleep too well last night,“ she bought the lie but she kept glancing at me throughout class. It didn’t help that I wanted to just take her out of the school to somewhere we could be alone and make my dream a reality.

“Jug, class is over,“ I looked up to see (Y/N) slightly bent down in front of me with concern very present in her eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay, Jug?“ I didn’t answer. It was taking everything within me to not kiss her right now, “Jug-“ I nodded and got up to leave the class knowing she’d follow me. I went to my locker and waited for her to show up as the number of students in the hall dwindled down.

“Sorry about earlier,“ I noticed her walking towards me through my peripheral as I spoke.

“It’s okay. Wanna tell me what that was about though?“

“I had a dream last night that woke me up really early and I couldn’t go back to sleep,“ I was gonna suck it up and tell her. It killed me to not act on what it was I was feeling anymore.

“What was your dream about?“ I looked around the now empty halls to make sure no one was listening in. Last thing I needed was for rumors about me being a pervert to go around.

“You. My dream was about you,” (Y/N)’s eyes widened as her cheeks flushed red.

“M-Me? What-“

“My dream was about you and me. To say the least, I finally got to do something I’ve wanted to do for a while with someone I’ve like for a while,“ she ducked her head and didn’t speak for a little bit. I’m sure she was piecing it together, “I get if you don’t feel the same and if you find my dream creepy. I just wanted to tell you,” I started to walk away but (Y/N) grabbed my arm as I passed her, making me face her. Before I could ask her or say anything to her, her soft lips were on mine. I let out a content sigh before cupping her cheeks and beginning to deepen the kiss.

“Jug,“ her voice was breathy by the time I moved my lips from hers and started to kiss down her neck. I felt her arms tighten around my shoulders when I kissed her neck. I moved one hand to her waist while the other began moving to her butt, “Jug, we can’t do this here,“ I pulled away and kissed her lips one more time before holding her waist carefully.

“To be continued then,“ she laughed softly before grabbing my hand and walking to the door. To her house to continue or to Pop’s to meet with our friends, that is the question.

I hope you like it

~Ace~

hi folks

hopefully this is the last time i’ll have to do this kinda thing, i finally got a job lined up in minneapolis and am moving up there this week! the apartment i’m looking at is $735 a month + $735 deposit + $250 pet deposit which means i have to pay about $1720 up front, and i’m about $300 short of that right now.

if anyone is able to help me out at all it would mean the world to me, my paypal email is nalley.hevels@gmail.com thank u :*

Falling Playbook 2

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Subtitle: Setting the Rules

Characters: Jeon Jungkook | You | Mentions of BTS

Genre: smut | college!au | fwb!au

Word Count: 12.5k

Summary: Jungkook and I want to test the waters before we start anything serious.

Masterlist | previous part

It was Monday; first out of five days which were going to determine whether Jungkook and I could be friends or not. We had five days to test the waters before we could proceed with our arrangement. By Friday, we would either start our sexual adventure or just settle for that one time thing we had already shared. Regardless of the outcome, I was excited. It was new to me, and I just couldn’t help but smile whenever I thought about it.

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AU Meme: Dating Derek Luh


That’s right. I’m back. I got your cute messages and I feel bad for not updating in so long. But I’m gonna be honest, I had to concentrate on myself and a lot of stuff going on in my life so this pause was necessary. The sad thing is I don’t think I’ll be able to be as active as I used to with everything going on right now. But the good thing is I’m still there. And I’ll keep on updating every time I have the time and the mood, and hopefully most of you guys are ok with that. I am also going to close the requests and stop making promises because I don’t know how much I will be able to make and how long it will take me. 

For now, I made a Derek Luh AU because I was in the mood for it. Hope you guys enjoy :) <3

Gotta say a big thank you though, to those of you who kept checking my page for updates, messaging me, and not giving up on me. Your support still means a lot to me <3 :))

Socks and Showers

Originally posted by sensualkisses

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic and my first slightly smutty fic too, so…sorry? just a drabble-ish thing

Summary: Chris decides to surprise you with the Captain America leather jacket. Only the leather jacket.
Got this idea from a discussion with @peterparkers-glasses so blame her.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied smut, innuendo, smutty themes, nothing too hardcore? no actual smut oops sorry. just a whole lotta dry humping, teasing, and making out. 

Rating: I’d say M. NC-17. ya know. 

Word Count: 900


I swung open the door to my apartment after a long day at work, looking to just shower and snuggle up to my giant man puppy and nap forever. I shuffled in, dropping my bags on the floor with a dramatic sigh, trying to get the attention of my boyfriend. My feet hurt so bad and I was in desperate need of a shower.

“Chris!” I called into the apartment, only to notice a pair of broad shoulders clad in warm brown leather facing away from me. “Babe, why are you wearing your Steve Rogers leather jacket?”

He turned around slowly, smirking at me. He quirked an eyebrow as I took in the chiseled and randomly bare perfection that is his torso.

“Babe, why are you shirtless under your leather jacket?” I giggled, wandering into the apartment further to investigate those abs.

“Actually,” he began, walking out from behind the high counter, “I’m naked under my leather jacket.”

My eyes instantly dropped down to where  he stood in only his coat and a pair of wool socks. Yeah, I needed a shower.

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choose me II

LADIES AND GENTS I PRESENT TO YOU THIS WONDERFUL PIECE OF WORK @teen-mendes AND i WROTE TOGETHER

PART TWO TO THE BLURB “CHOOSE ME” I HOPE YALL ENJOY BECAUSE WE HAD AN EXTRAVAGANZA

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS LOVED! :)

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while putting olivia to bed, she told you that “daddy makes her sad” and asked you to stay with her so you didn’t need to sleep in the same bed as shawn. you agreed, getting under the covers with her and pulling her close to you.

you hated that she felt this way about her dad.

the next morning you woke up at your usual time 7:00am, while olivia was still fast asleep sprawled across the entire bed. you chuckled, slowly exiting the bed, careful not to wake your sleeping daughter.

you tiptoed your way into yours and shawn’s shared bathroom, noticing he wasn’t in the bed like usual. you quickly showered and did your hair and makeup for work in record time. all you had to do was throw on some clothes and you were good for work.

by the time you finished and were making your way down the stairs to make breakfast for olivia, you heard quiet humming coming from the kitchen followed by the smell of pancakes. olivia’s favourite.

“shawn?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen, revealing your husband already awake and making breakfast. you noticed the table was set too, including olivia’s favourite plate to eat with in her spot.

“hey,” he smiled, placing the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table. you smiled, taking in the sight before you. shawn had made the perfect breakfast for olivia, and even added some of your favourite berries that were almost impossible to find at this time of year.

“this is sweet,” you commented. “but what’s the occasion? more studio time, a new tour perhaps?”

you raised your eyebrow, knowing he wouldn’t do this if there wasn’t something up. he never did.

“nope, just thought i would make breakfast for a change. good way to start the week off.”

he returned back to his spot at the stove, resuming is pancake making. you were surprised he hasn’t burned any yet, the boy can’t cook to save his life.

“you took the week off?”

he nodded, “i needed it, we needed it.”

shawn flipped another pancake, except this time he was looking at you which caused the pancake to miss the pan and fall flat on the floor.

“whoops,” he sighed, causing you to let out a small giggle. you were still extremely upset with him, and he had to know that doing this wasn’t going to let him off the hook just like that.

“mummy,” your daughter’s tired voice called you as she walked down the stairs.

“hi sweetie, did you sleep well?” you asked, walking towards her and picking her up. she was still tired, you weren’t sure why she woke
up so early.

she nodded, letting her head fall on your shoulder.

“breakfast is ready, daddy made you pancakes.” you said, setting her down in her chair at the table noticing shawn was already sitting down.

“no! i don’t want to sit with daddy. he’s mean.” she pouted, trying to get out of her seat. you grabbed both of her arms, keeping her down.

“that’s not nice olivia, daddy made you breakfast. look, it’s your favourite.”

you showed her the plate of chocolate chip pancakes, but nothing seemed to convince her. not even the whipped cream you bribed her with.

shawn sat in silence and watched his daughter with sad eyes, even though you were upset with him you couldn’t help but feel terrible. as much as he was away, he loved her with all his heart.

you finally managed to get her to eat some breakfast, after she said she needed to sit only next to you and not between shawn and you. she wouldn’t look at him, but she talked to you. she told you about her dreams last night, and what she was doing at school later.

you took olivia to her room and helped her get ready for school. as you two walked outside to shawn’s black jeep, olivia frowned and tried to pull you in the direction of your car indicating that she didn’t want to get in a car with shawn and this broke your heart.

“sweetheart let’s go, you’re going to be late for school.” you tried and she eventually agreed as she walked to shawn’s car with you, shawn put in a car seat as he insisted that he’d put olivia in the seat.

he reached his hands, ready to take her when she ran and hid behind your legs, shawn tried to convince her but olivia was stubborn and refused to listen, shawn eventually gave up and smiled at you cheekily as you put olivia in the car seat and got into the passenger seat not long after.

the drive from your home to olivia’s preschool was mostly silent except for olivia’s occasional comments like “look there’s a puppy!” and “mumma look, baby ducks!” she made sure to let you know she was talking to you and only you.

once you got to the preschool, you helped olivia out of her car seat and grabbed her hand, guiding her into the small school.

“bye sweetie,” shawn tried as you walked away with olivia. you nudged her to answer but she refused.

once you arrived back in the car, shawn offered to drive you to work. without olivia in the car, things were painfully awkward.

shawn reached out to touch your hand and tried to intertwine them but you pulled your hand away showing that you were still upset and he sighed.

“c'mon y/n, please talk to me!” you stayed silent and looked out the window.

“y/n i know i messed up big time but you have to believe me when i say i’m sorry! liv already hates me, i don’t need you to hate me too.” you could hear the desperation in his voice as he reached to touch your hand again

“please i’ll do anything y/n, please just give me another chance, let me prove to you that i can be the husband- the father, you always wanted me to be.”

“shawn, i can’t say what you can do you have to figure that out on your own, actions speak louder than words you’re gonna have to find a way to prove that you’ve changed.” you said as he parked the car near your work

“i promise, i’ll make it up to you two y/n. i won’t let you down this time.” he said as he pressed his lips to your hand and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you smiled politely leaving the car.

SHAWN POV

i watched as y/n exited the car and walked into her office building without even looking back.

it broke me inside to know that my daughter practically hates me, and my wife is on the verge of divorcing me. i hate that i’ve let my job overpower my family life, and i did nothing to stop it before it got to this point.

as soon as i arrived back home, i cleaned the mess i made from making breakfast and started thinking about how i was going to fix things.

i know i need to make this up to my girls somehow, but i’m not sure there was anything i could do anymore.

y/n loved to come home to a clean house so i decided to clean the entire house so she wouldn’t have to clean for at least a week or so.

as i was tidying up the living room, i saw y/n’s wedding band and engagement ring laying on the table where she left it last night. i picked it up and carefully put them in my pocket, hopefully saving them for good use later.

cleaning the house took me longer than expected, i wasn’t sure how y/n did it every week.

my phone lit up with y/n’s contact name.

from: y/n <3
hey can’t pick up olivia tonight, i have to stay late. can you please do it?

to: y/n <3
yeah of course baby, that’s if she’ll get in the car with me.

deciding it was time to go, i got in my car again and drove to olivia’s school.

i arrived right on time and saw the kids outside, some waiting for their parents and some leaving with them already.

i quickly spotted olivia in the corner of the play ground with a boys
other girls around her who looked much older than her. i walked closer, signalling to her teacher that i was picking her up, getting a closer look at what they were doing.

she looked on the verge of tears, her hair was a mess already and i noticed one of the little boys had her favourite stuffed bear in his hands. once she caught a glimpse of me, the tears started falling and she ran into my arms.

i comforted her as she cried into my chest.

“daddy,” she cried. “he took my bear and won’t give it back!”

i noticed the young boys still standing a short distance away, olivia’s favourite toy was all dirty and wet from a puddle they must’ve dropped it in.

“hey, give that back to me and don’t ever talk to her again.” i said, holding out one of my hands for the bear. the boy handed it to me and ran away with the rest of his little friends.

i picked olivia up, taking her to the car.

“daddy’s sorry baby, daddy’s sorry.” i whispered, repeating it until she was strapped in her car seat and had stopped crying.

i set the wet bear in the seat next to me, driving home as fast as possible.

“do you want some ice cream?” i asked once we arrived home. i threw her bear in the dryer for a few minutes first, praying there was no real damage done to the toy and it was only a bit of water.

“yes please.” she nodded, taking a seat at the table while i made her a bowl of ice cream.

i handed her the small bowl and sat down in the chair next to her.

“i miss you daddy.” she broke the silence. “how come you’re never here?”

“i’m sorry liv, i promise you i’ll be here a lot more from now on. okay?”

she nodded, handing me the empty bowl of ice cream to take to the sink while she ran off to play.

“daddy can you sing me a song?” she asked from the living room where i kept one guitar, the rest were in the music room.

“sure, what song?”

i took the guitar off the stand and started playing whatever song she requested. sometimes she would try and sing along, followed by an adorable giggle when she would mess up.

i truly missed spending this time alone with my daughter, i’ll forever feel guilty that i made my job first priority. never again. now all i have to do is make it up to y/n.

Y/N POV

after you payed the taxi you took out the keys to your house snd silently opened it to be met with the sounds of giggles and laughter. you took off your heels and tip toed to the living room to see shawn on olivia’s lap as he strummed a few tunes as she sang off key.
after a few minutes of standing in the hallway looking at them in awe shawn noticed your presence and smiled at you and you smiled back

“mummy!!” olivia screamed as she hopped off shawn’s lap and ran into your arms

“hi sweetheart.” you chuckled, olivia pulled you and sat you down on the couch next to shawn as you laughed and watched them sing together, this was your family. and you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“mummy i’m tired.” olivia yawned

“i got her.” shawn said taking her hands and leading her to her room as you stood up and walked to your room ready to take a shower when you saw your room setup.

a bouquet of red roses on your bed and flower petals that lead to the bathroom and the bathtub was full and had your favorite bath bombs in and candles were lit all over the bathroom.

“do you like it?” you tured to meet those hazel eyes

“i love it, thank you for everything shawn.”

“good because i wanna ask you something,” he said taking your hand and getting down on one knee revealing a familiar velvet box

“i messed up y/n, i messed up bigtime and my mistake made me realize how important you all are to me and how you and olivia should’ve always been my first priority, how you both should’ve been my number one. so y/n mendes, do you forgive me?” you nodded trying to hold back your tears as he slipped the ring back where it belonged as he hugged you

“actions do speak louder than words mendes, you proved that.” you chuckled and he kissed your forehead

“so what now?” you asked

“i have a few ideas.” he said kissing your neck

lets just say that night was a night you both wont forget, because this was the night you had your family back together.

01. Must Have Energy - Kim NamJoon fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again, this time for BTS instead of anime. I just recently wrote “Grief” which is the first fanfiction I’ve written in 3 years… the first anything I’ve written in 3 years actually.  So don’t be too hard on me.  I intend this to be the first in a series, using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original owner.)

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

03. Min Yoongi - You’re Mine

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Must Have Energy

Prompt: The heater broke and I’m freezing get over here!

Pairing: Kim NamJoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, oneshot (smut light)

Word Count: 4.1K

“Come ooooon….” you whined into the phone.

“I seriously don’t know what you expect me to do!” NamJoon laughed on the other end.

“You’re a man!  Men fix things!  So fix it for me!” You knew you were being unreasonable, but the chill creeping into your bones was no joke.

“Well… I can’t argue with logic like that,” he laughed again. You rolled your eyes.

“Are you coming or not?”

“Let me see what I have and I’ll head over… I can’t promise anything though.”  You sighed in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you shot out as fast as you can.  “Hopefully I won’t be a popsicle by the time you get here.”

“Hurry up… got it!” You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “See you in a few…”

“Minutes right? Not hours!?” you shot back.  He just laughed.

“Go put on a coat or something… the longer I’m on the phone, the longer it’ll take me to get there…”

“BYE!” you said a little too loudly, immediately hanging up.  Thank God for NamJoon.  You don’t know what you would do right now if he wasn’t an option.  Why did the heater have to go out now… in the middle of a frickin’ snowstorm!? You had no money to hire a professional, who would charge overtime because it was a weekend… and you had no clue how to fix anything!

At least with Joon there was a chance of success… a pretty high chance… well… 50-50 maybe.  You didn’t know him all that well, but you had hung out a few times… and when you were with a group, you managed to find each other and would go into your own little world sometimes.  He was sweet, and funny, and the dude was a genius.  He never tired of telling you about the latest books he’d read or the random information about some tree as you walked past one in the park.  But could you trust him not to burn the house down?

You shook your head. Who cares if he burned the house down!? Then you’d at least be warm again!  You had on a t-shirt under a sweater and leggings on under your jeans, fuzzy socks on your feet tucked into fuzzy slippers, and you were still starting to shiver.

You should have called him earlier!  You were just hoping against hope that the heater would fix itself this morning, and now that it was afternoon, you were desperate.  Instead of a coat, as NamJoon suggested, you grabbed the comforter off your bed and snuggled in to wait on the couch.  At least the power wasn’t out… you flipped on the TV hoping there was a show about the tropics or something that would mentally warm you while you waited.

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