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first batch of fashion folder jojo rqs w/ some ladies!!

Nerds 1.0 || Peter Parker AU

Prompt - AU where Peter is a high school AP Physics teacher and Y/N is the Anatomy teacher and all their students ship them but they’re too awkward to notice the other one crushing on them, so the students take it into their own hands.

Warning - some vulgar language. extreme cuteness. teen!Avengers  :)))

A/N: btw the narration in this fic might seem a little salty, but that’s only cause I’m really salty right now about some stuff. 

not my gifs

Originally posted by arachnidiot

“Can you overgrown children give me like five minutes of peace?” She tells her overbearing students, they groan. 

“But mom!” Her most annoying student shouted, she rolls her eyes at the boy. Her students had made a habit of calling her mom and it was by far very annoying. 

“Tony, you call me mom one more damn time-”

“Ooh! She said damn, that’s a bad word!” Another one of her troublemaking students shouted from the back of the class. 

“If it’s a bad word, then why would you say it, Barnes?” She retorted, the boy deflated and sat back down. His boyfriend, Steve, laughing and trying to comfort him as his classmates laughed. 

“You guys are high school seniors. I did not sign up to be a teacher to babysit a bunch of five year olds,” she complained, everyone in the class knew she was joking. She was just as rowdy and annoying as they were, it’s why this particular class was her favorite. 

“Come on, Ms. Y/L/N, you know you love us,” Natasha, a troublemaking redhead sitting with her feet up on the desk, said with a barely noticeable smirk on her face. 

“No you’re wrong. You’re all terrible and I hate you,” Y/N lied as she took a sip from her cup of coffee that sat on top of a pile of papers. 

“YOU LOVE US!” Screamed Tony and Clint at the same time, jumping up from their seats and running up to her desk to hug her. 

She couldn’t hide her smile then. Sure they were all extremely annoying and loud, but then again so was she.  

“Actually no. You know who she does love?” Natasha starts, a smirk rising on her face. 

The whole class quiets for a few seconds before they all yell out. 

“MR. PARKER!” 

A red blush rises on Y/N’s cheeks at the mention of the AP Physics and Calculus teacher, Peter Parker. She tried to deny it every single time, but her students knew better. 

“Oh come on guys, not this again!” She whines, and throws her head in an exaggerated exasperated groan. 

Ever since Peter had been hired as the new Physics teacher, the students almost immediately began ‘shipping’ them together. The two of them had became close friends in the blink of an eye seeing as they were both huge science nerds, their students saw this. Continuously teasing the both of them about their crushes. Both of them trying their best to deny, but neither of them could lie well enough to a bunch of teenagers who knew and understood the signs of a crush. 

 “We will bring this up as many times as we can until you guys realize that there’s some major amor going on,” Sam says from the far right row of the class, chewing on his mechanical pencil as he not so discreetly tried to finish his Spanish homework before the bell rang. 

The class agreed with him. 

“Alright fine, we’ll play it like that. How about I bring up the topic of your grades?” She laughs as the majority of the class starts to beg her not to continue.

“That’s what I thought!” She shouts, laughing loudly at the defeated faces of her students.

For the remainder of the class they reviewed the cardiovascular system for the test they were going to have next class. 

The bell rings and the bustling students jumped around in excitement for lunch, “Bye Ms. Y/L/N!” they all shouted. 

“Get out! Go to lunch!” She jokingly yells, they laugh and push each other out of the classroom. 

Y/N smiles to herself and begins to grade papers from another class. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” She hears a voice say, she looks up and turns her head to see the only freshman student in her class full of seniors. 

“Wanda, what are you still doing here? You should be at lunch,” she says in a concerned tone. 

“I know but I have a test in European History that I have to study for, and I wanted to ask something of you,” she explains. 

“Oh that’s right, I forgot, you have all senior classes. What can I help you with?” 

“Could I get some extra credit or something to raise up my grade? I have a college interview in a few days and they’ll be looking at my grades,” the girl asks, clutching her history textbook in her hands. 

“Wanda, you already have an A in this class…” 

“Yeah, I know but it’s a 99% because of that B that I got on the quiz about the systemic and pulmonary circuits, I was distracted that day,” she wasn’t directly saying it but she was begging for another chance, and Y/N didn’t need any more pressing from her pleading student. 

“Do you want to retake the quiz? I doubt you’ll get another B,” she offers, Wanda’s eyes light up. 

“Yes please!” Y/N chuckles at the young girl's’ enthusiasm and rummages through some folders for an empty sheet of the specific quiz. 

She finds it and hands it to Wanda who hurriedly grabs it and sits at the nearest desk. Wanda finishes the quiz in minutes before finally scribbling her name and class period on top. Y/N grades her paper in front of her, and to no one’s surprise, she got a perfect 100. 

“Oh my god, what a surprise…” Y/N mumbles, Wanda giggles to herself. 

The door opens and the two women turn to look at the door. 

There Mr. Parker stood at the doorway holding a bag of food that smelled strongly of New York takeout, he saw Wanda standing in front of Y/N’s desk and blushed. 

“Should I come back or…?” He trails off. 

“No need Mr. Parker, I was just leaving. Thanks Ms. Y/L/N!” Wanda says as she begins to walk to the door. 

Peter walks into the room and sets the food down on the desk. Y/N looks behind Peter to see Wanda giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up, then pointing at both Y/N and Peter and making a heart with her fingers. Y/N got up and removed her sneaker before chucking it at the girl, Wanda dodged it and quickly left the class. 

Her unmistakable laughter bouncing off the walls of the hallway. 

Y/N sat back down to see Peter looking at her weirdly. “What was that about?” He asked opening the container of takeout food, Y/N blushed immensely. 

“Oh, nothing.”

Wanda runs into the lunchroom in search of her friends, the seniors. 

They sat in their usual table, eating away at the chicken wings that were being served today. 

“Guys! Guys!” She shouts as she nears the table, they turn their heads to look at their freshman friend. 

“What’s up?”

“Ms. Y/L/N and Mr. Parker are in her class right now eating lunch together! He bought her food!” She yells excitedly, the table gasps. 

“Seriously?!” Natasha exclaims. 

“Dead serious.”

“We’re gonna go spy on them, right?” Clint asks, licking the ketchup off his fingers and wiping his hands on his pants. 

“Hell yeah.”

They all snuck out of the lunchroom without getting caught and made their way to Ms. Y/L/N’s classroom. The door had a little rectangular window for them to see through, it wasn’t big enough for all of them but luckily Clint had special access to the school’s air ducts. 

Especially the one in Ms. Y/LN’s classroom. 

He unlocked his phone and FaceTimed Natasha and pointed the camera at the future couple. Outside of the classroom, the group crowded around Natasha and her phone. They all quieted down and watched the two awkwardest and nerdiest people in the world attempt to have a conversation without mentioning science and or Star Wars. 

Both of them failing miserably. 

They had somehow gotten into an incredibly deep conversation about Star Wars conspiracy theories. 

“Oh my god, these fucking nerds!” Tony whispers, the rest of the group agrees. 

“We gotta do something or they’re gonna spiral into a never ending conversation about Darth motherfucking Vader,” Steve says, Bucky nods agreeing with his hunky beefcake. 

“Yeah, someone text Barnes and tell him to do something about this…whatever this is,” Bucky says waving his hand for emphasis.

Tony quickly pulls out his phone, his thumbs running over the screen in a blur. A few seconds later, his eyes read a message on the screen. 

“He wrote, ‘On it ;)’.”

They all began to silently think of what Clint had in store for their two favorite teachers. 

In the air duct, Clint quietly pulled two small rocks from his pocket. He had been planning on throwing them at some kid who messed with him earlier but this was more important. 

The air duct he was hiding in was directly above Y/N’s desk but both her and Peter were facing away from him so this was the perfect opportunity. 

“So I wanted to ask you something and excuse me if it makes you uncomfortable, but…do your students say anything about us…you know– uh, liking each other?” Peter asks, Y/N almost chokes on her teriyaki chicken but hides it with a strong cough. 

“Ehh sometimes, why do you ask?” She lies straight through her teeth and hides her blush by looking down at her lap. 

“Well, because-uh they’re always telling me that you…have a crush on me, and that apparently it’s pretty obvious…” 

Her hands were now numb and she wanted to disintegrate into thin air. 

No shit, you fucking idiot,’ she thought. 

“Uhh well, I-I wouldn’t say obvious b-but, I mean-” she couldn’t think of anything to say and now she really wanted to die. 

Clint couldn’t watch his favorite teacher suffer anymore so he slowly and quietly opens the air duct by removing the detachable air grille. 

He throws the first rock at the door, the two teachers turn to the door thinking that someone had knocked. Y/N stands up to open the door, she looks through the little window but when she sees no one she turns back. 

Then, Clint throws the second rock right into Peter’s shirt causing him to stand up and spill chicken fried rice covered in soy sauce all down Y/N’s t-shirt. 

“Oh shit, fuck! I’m sorry!” He exclaimed trying to apologize. 

He grabbed a few napkins and tried to wipe off the soy sauce stains but only making it worse.

“No, i-it’s fine it-” 

“I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean-”

Both were too flustered to let one another finish their sentence. By now Peter wasn’t wiping anything except for her chest, it took a few seconds for both of them to notice exactly what he was touching. 

The blushing idiots finally decided to pull away from each other, and chuckle nervously at their current situation. 

“Come on, come on.” Natasha mumbles under her breath as her and the group continue to watch from her phone. 

Y/N and Peter were now pretending that the whole thing didn’t happen but the stain on Y/N’s light gray shirt said otherwise. Finally, the two of them mustered up enough confidence to actually say something intelligent. 

“Would you like to go out sometime?” They asked simultaneously. 

They both chuckle nervously, “I know it’s not the best time to ask, but…I-I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while and I just didn’t know if you…”

She smiles, “Well I do, and I’d love to go out with you.”

At that moment, the group started cheering completely forgetting that the hallway echoed. 

“Yes OTP!” Sam shouts, almost immediately slapping his hand over his mouth. 

“What the hell?” Y/N mumbles and walks over to the door, seeing their teachers walk toward them the entire group got up and hauled ass back to the lunchroom, the sound of shoes squeaking and stomping on the floor along with the loud swears coming from the teenagers themselves could be heard from inside the classroom. 

Clint watching them run on his phone cursed out loud, “Shit!” he said, his eyes widened. 

Both Peter and Y/N turned to the vent, “Wha-Clint!” Y/N yelled when she realized what was happening. 

There was no point in being quiet now, Clint shimmied down the vent before his teacher crawled in after him. 

Peter and Y/N stood there helpless. 

“I’m gonna kill them.”

“Meddling kids.”

Originally posted by daftprodigy

BONUS:

The next day when the matchmakers walked into Calculus, a class that Peter taught, they all sat next to each other. Being the only people in the school that knew that the two teachers that everyone has been shipping were finally together had its advantages. They’ve been trading test answers for gossip all morning. 

The school was bustling with the news. 

Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker were finally together. 

Even Principal Fury and Assistant Principal Hill were excited about it. 

When Peter sees them sitting innocently in their seats, he turns to them. 

“I don’t know whether to say thank you or goodbye, she was pretty angry.”

“Ah, she’ll get over it once you give her that good nerd loving,” Sam jokes, Peter blushes and a tries to hide a very noticeable smile.

“Ew dude, that’s our mom you’re talking about,” Tony says.

Clint perks up.

“Speaking of mom, we’re not calling you dad.”

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A/N: I had way too much fun with this. This was mostly about the teen!Avengers, but honestly I live for that AU. 

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The Golden Girl-Lip Gallagher Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Underage drinking, drug use, sensuality, sexual implications, and language

A/N: Y/O/B/F/N= your other best friend’s name

Originally posted by lipgallaghersaysfuckyou

   “Why didn’t I skip class today?” Mandy groaned, throwing her head back.

    “Because if you got caught skipping again, you would get suspended…again,” Lip muttered behind her.

    They were sitting in their eighth period British Lit class while Mr. O’Neil talked about some dead poet. Lip was only paying half attention since he already knew most of the information and he got good grades without even trying. He had a few more important things on his mind like Fiona and his other siblings and the trouble he and Ian could get into over the weekend. However, the other kids in the class could hardly afford zoning out in the way he did. 

    “…and that is how Edgar Allen Poe invented the modern detective story,” Mr. O’Neil concluded with a small smile under his wiry gray mustache. “Now, before you leave, I have to return your midterm essays.”

     “What’s the point? I know I failed,” Mandy muttered.

     “You never know. You could’ve gotten a D this time.”

      Lip smirked as Mandy turned around to slap his arm. It stung a little, but Lip laughed it off. 

       “We can’t all be weird geniuses like you.”

       “Most of you did not seem to grasp the concept I was looking for, which is confusing since all I requested was for you to dissect and analyze a piece of literature we previously discussed in class,” Mr. O’Neil said as he began handing back papers.

        A lot of the kids rolled their eyes, laughed, or groaned when they received their papers. It took a minute for Mr. O’Neil to get to Mandy and Lip.

       “I expect more from you, Miss Milkovich,” Mr. O’Neil said.

        “Have you met my brothers?” Mandy retorted.

        Mr. O’Neil cast a distaste look in her direction, but recovered a little as he handed Lip his paper. “Very good work, Mr. Gallagher.”

        “Thank you, Mr. O’Neil,” Lip said.

         Scrawled on top of his paper was a 90 along with the comment “Good work, Mr. Gallagher. Your input was interesting but the dissections were a bit off.”

          “Not bad, Gallagher,” Mandy muttered.

          “Thanks.”

          Lip couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. He was always the smartest person in the room, even though the room primarily consisted of idiots. It was nice to be reminded of it. 

          “Miss Y/L/N, I was quite impressed with your work. I have never read such original or thoughtful input on Emily Dickinson.”

          The girl had a small, wan smile on her lips as she accepted her paper. “Thanks, Mr. O’Neil.”

           “In fact, you scored the highest on this assignment.”

           Y/N smiled shyly yet again and muttered a polite “thanks” to the teacher as she placed her essay neatly in her English folder.

           “Looks like Little Miss Perfect beat you out,” Mandy teased in a whisper.

           “I’ll let her have it, this is probably the only pleasure she gets out of life besides reading and studying all the time,” Lip muttered.

             Y/N Y/L/N had to be the most innocent girl Lip had ever encountered and she was also his biggest competition when it came to academic standing. She was smart as a whip, but she didn’t flaunt it like Lip did sometimes. In fact, she mostly kept to herself, save for the two girls Lip saw her hanging around. Y/N was every parent’s wet dream: quiet, polite, kind, and a bit of an over achiever. She was the class president, captain of the debate team, and captain of the girl’s tennis team. In fact, the only trouble she probably got in was for jaywalking. Lip didn’t really have anything against her but he also didn’t really like competition.

           Finally, Mr. O’Neill released them, and Mandy and Lip were the first two out of the classroom.

          “Just admit it, Lip, you don’t like that Goody Two Shoes beat you out for the highest grade,” Mandy said.

          “It’s just a stupid essay, Mandy, besides, getting good grades is probably the only way Y/N could experience an orgasm,” Lip said.

          Mandy burst out laughing and Lip smirked deeply. “That is true, I don’t think Y/N would know what to do with a dick if she ever saw one.”
          As Mandy and Lip laughed, they were interrupted by someone running into Lip. 

          “Hey, watch where the f–ck you’re going,” he snapped.

          “Oh, sorry!” Y/N squeaked.

          Lip instantly regretted his words when he saw how Y/N clutched her book to her chest. “It’s fine, forget about it.”
          “Hey, Y/N,” Mandy said.

          “Hey, Mandy.” Y/N readjusted the strap of her messenger bag. “Have any fun plans for this weekend?”

          “I might go to a party or two. You?”

          “I am keeping my options open.” 

          “Y/N!” Y/B/F/N yelled from across the hallway.

          Y/N sighed a little. “I have to go, sorry about running into you like that, Lip.”

         “Don’t worry about it.”

          Y/N hurried off to meet her friend on the other end of the hallway and they immediately began giggling together. Y/B/F/N said something to Y/N that made her eyes widen and take a quick glance at Lip. When she saw that he was looking at her, she quickly turned back around to her friend, who began snickering.

           “Hello, earth to Lip?” Ian asked.

          “What?” He turned to face Ian and Mandy.

          “I was asking if we were still going to Rose Martin’s party tonight,” Ian said. 

          “Why wouldn’t we be?”

          “Because it’s in Old Town and we’re south side trash.”

          “Hey, we’re only trash if we think we’re trash, so stop thinking we’re trash,” Lip said.

          “Fine. Now tell me, what had you so distracted that you couldn’t answer me?” Ian asked.

         “Nothing.”

         “Bullsh-t!”

         Mandy smirked. “It was because of her wasn’t it?”

         “Who?” Ian asked.

         “Shut up, Mandy,” Lip said.

         “Y/N, Lip’s got a thing for her,” Mandy said.

         “Y/N Y/L/N? The same girl who cried when Eddie Carver kicked a baby rabbit over the school fence?” Ian asked.

         “That was third grade,” Lip said. “And I don’t like her like that.”
         “Why not? Because she’s too good for you?” Ian teased.

         “No, because she’s too f-cking innocent. It would be like being with a little kid all the time,” Lip muttered. 

          “I would believe you if you hadn’t been eye-f-cking her a second ago.”

        Lip didn’t respond, and he didn’t really know why he had gotten so defensive when Ian and Mandy began suggesting that he liked Y/N. He barely spoke to her except in passing and there was no way she would go for a Gallagher of all people. Somehow, he still found himself attracted to her innocent, shy nature. He would ruin her and she didn’t deserve that.



        Late that night, the party was in full swing at Rose Martin’s penthouse in Old Town, Chicago. Her father had won the lottery two months ago, so the penthouse was filled with gaudy art, strange mini statues that were considered art, and stainless, techy everything. Waka Flocka’s “It’s A Party” was blasting through the speakers as teenagers grinded to the beat throughout the penthouse. In the kitchen, a group of people were playing drinking games; the bathroom was dedicated to cocaine; the bedrooms were used for coitus; and the balcony was for the cigarette and pot smokers. Lip, Ian, and Mandy were in the living room in the middle of the chaos, dancing as they drank. Lip was near the threshold of being drunk, but was still in the place where the colorful lights didn’t transfix him and he still had control of himself. 

          “This is the best night ever!” Mandy shouted over the music.

           Ian and Lip shouted in response before they toasted her words and downed the vodka in their cups. It went down smooth since Rose could afford not to scrimp on the alcohol anymore.

         “I love Rose Martin!” Ian exclaimed.

         “You can’t, you don’t swing that way!” Lip shouted back.

         “F-ck it!”

        Lip and Mandy burst out laughing. In the midst of the madness, Mandy ended up grinding with some guy and Ian disappeared. Lip ended up wandering out of the living room and went outside to light up a cigarette. The sky was completely ink black with a few stars scattered in the mix. A few people were smoking pot or cigarettes around the balcony. In the corner was a group of girls wearing short dresses and skirts, giggling. One of them looked extremely familiar to Lip but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She flipped her y/hc ponytail and burst out laughing at something before turning around. Lip nearly dropped his cigarette.

        “Y/N?” he whispered.

        She was wearing an oversized blue button down shirt that managed to accentuate her curves with a pair of black over the knee boots. Her hair was pulled in a ponytail with a few strands falling around her face, which was made up in a tasteful fashion with gold eyeshadow bringing out her y/e/c eyes and blush to compliment her skin tone. She was holding a plastic cup filled with white wine and her friends had sneaky smiles on their faces when they saw Lip.

        “Lip!” Y/N stumbled over to him, managing not to spill a drop of her wine. “It’s so good to see you.”

       “What are you doing here?” Lip asked.

       “Drinking.” Y/N took a long swig of her drink to prove her point. 

       “I can see that, it’s just, this isn’t really your scene.”

       “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” She managed to smolder at him which managed to both amuse and arose Lip at the same time.

        “How many of those have you had?” Lip asked.

        “Don’t worry about it, Dad, I can handle my alcohol, see?” Y/N downed the rest of her wine and smiled.

         “Maybe you should go back to your friends.”

         “I’m sick of them, I want to talk to you.” Y/N leaned more of her weight into Lip and he paused to grab her. 

          He kept his lit cigarette between his lips as he pulled her to stand upright. “Fine, let’s talk.”

         “Can I try one of those?”

          “Why would you want to smoke?” Lip asked.

         “Because I can.”

          Lip looked at her skeptically before handing her cigarette and lighting it for her. Of course, Y/N almost immediately began coughing, making everyone turn to look at her and Lip. Lip shook his head as he patted her back.

          “You have to inhale deeper before you exhale, like this.” Lip showed her and Y/N nodded before following his lead. “See, it’s easy.”

          “Thanks,” Y/N said.

          “Geez, I feel like I’m corrupting you.”

          “You’re not. I’ve done a lot more than you think I have.”

          “What does that mean?”

         Unfortunately, Lip was interrupted by the strains of “Hips Don’t Lie” coming from inside. Y/N squealed. “I love this song!” 

          She tossed her cigarette down and ground it out with her toe before hurrying inside.

         “Y/N.” Lip got rid of his cigarette as well and followed Y/N’s lead.

         He almost immediately lost her but quickly spotted her dancing with Ian. They had created some sort of salsa two-step that mostly consisted of Ian twirling Y/N around and dipping her. Though Lip trusted Ian, he couldn’t help but feel protective over Y/N. It was strange how worrying about her sobered him up.

          “You’re being ridiculous; you barely know her,” he hissed to himself.

          He decided he needed another drink and headed into the kitchen. That’s where he found Mandy, mixing drinks at the kitchen counter while another group of people played flip cup.

           “Hey, stranger,” Mandy said as she poured a drink into a glass.

           “What made you hide out in here?”
           “Tyler Sanders’ hands kept wandering to places I did not want them to. I decided to see how good of a bartender I am.” Mandy handed him the glass she just poured.

           “Thanks.” He took a sip. “Not bad, what is it?”

          “Dirty martini.”

           “Of course. Did you know that Y/N was coming?”

           “No, but I saw Y/O/B/F/N leave the bathroom wiping her nose and figured Y/N had to be around somewhere. She is full of surprises.”

             “Yeah,” Lip muttered.

             “Do I need to make you another drink?”

              “Maybe later.”

             “That sour look on your face wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N being into the party scene, right?”

             “Not really, it’s just weird seeing her drunk.”

            “I like it, it makes her more relatable. She’s not better than either of us.”

            “Of course she’s not. She goes to a Chicago public school.”

            “True, but maybe you’re so weirded out by it because you liked the idea of her being super innocent and you don’t like that you can’t be her first, well, whatever.”

             He hated how right Mandy was sometimes. While it was kind of cool to see Y/N let lose, Lip kind of liked the idea of making her do something bad just for him. He had no idea when those feelings started but seeing her act so drunk was bringing them out.

            After a couple more drinks, he and Mandy made their way back into the living room, where Y/N and Ian were the center of attention. It made sense since the openly gay Gallagher was grinding with the supposed sweetheart of the south side. 

             “Y/N’s got moves,” Mandy said.

             “Uh huh,” Lip said, trying to ignore the tinges of jealousy creeping up on him.

            However, everything came to a head when Y/N pulled Ian close and they began making out, causing everyone to scream and yell. That was the last straw. Lip quickly broke them up, much to the crowd’s chagrin.

             “What the hell, Lip?” Ian demanded.

            “Ian, you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re drunk and you have a boyfriend,” Lip hissed.

            “Not really, besides, Y/N’s a good kisser. Were you jealous?” Ian shot back.

              “Jealous? Why would you be jealous?” Y/N slurred. Then she grinned. “You wanna dance with me, Lip?”

                She wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck and leaned into him. Lip’s arms immediately wrapped around her waist out of instinct but he didn’t start dancing. Mandy and Ian had begun dancing together somewhere else in the room.

               “Y/N, you’re drunk.”

               “I wanna dance.” She turned around in Lip’s arms and began grinding against him, leaning her head against his chest.

               Lip gulped before hesitantly grinding with her, holding her hips and keeping her pressed against him. He didn’t know what got into him but he began kissing down the side of her neck. Then, he turned her to face him and grabbed her face in his hands and really looked at her. Her eyes were completely dilated but she was so beautiful.

                “I can’t do this.”

                 “Do what? Dance with me?” Y/N teased.

                “Not just that, it’s, you’re too perfect. You deserve better than this, better than me.”

                Lip moved to pull away from Y/N, but she grabbed him. Her eyes held a deep sincerity in them, albeit they were extremely dilated.

                 “You’re perfect,” she said with a large smile. 

                  “You’re drunk.”

                  “Yes, but I know that you’re funny, really smart, and loyal, a little impulsive, and a bit self-destructive. And you’re daring and really, really, really hot,” Y/N said.

                  “You really think all that about me?”

                   Y/N nodded. “Ever since second grade, but I thought I wasn’t cool enough for you, but I do go out sometimes and I have made many questionable decisions.”

                  Lip had a lot of questions, a majority of which had to do with what questionable decisions Y/N had made. But, all he could think about was how Y/N thought she wasn’t good enough for him. 

                 “You’re cool in your own way.”

                  “Now that’s a load of bullsh-t.” Y/N started laughing, a sound that made Lip smile.

                 He cupped her face in his hands again and slowly, she stopped laughing. Lip stayed quiet and leaned towards her slowly. Y/N closed her eyes, awaiting to be kissed only to be surprised when Lip kissed her on her forehead.

                 “You missed,” Y/N said.

                 “No. I want you to remember the first time I kiss you and you’re way too sh-tfaced to do that right now. If you still feel the same way about me when you’re sober, we can pick up where we left off.”

                 “But I want you now. I promise I won’t regret it.”

                 Lip didn’t listen to any of her protests as the night went on. So, they continued dancing, earning winks and rude gestures from Ian and Mandy. When the party was over, Lip took Y/N home to make sure she was safe. 

                “But who’s gonna walk you home?” Y/N asked as Lip helped her walk up the steps.

                  “I am.”

                “Why do you get to walk yourself home and not me?”

                “For one thing, I wouldn’t fall if you let go of my shoulders,” Lip said.

                Y/N huffed and leaned against her front door. Lip fished her keys out of her purse and unlocked the door for her. 

                “All right, now be quiet. The last thing we need is your parents coming after me.”

                Y/N nodded and wrapped her arms around Lip’s neck, giggling quietly. Before Lip could stop her, she pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “Good night, Lip.”

               “Night, Y/N.”

               She slipped into her house and Lip closed the door behind her.

               All he could do now was pray that she felt the same way about him in the morning.

Dear young artists

Here are things I wish that someone told me when I started posting/doing art:

1: I know it sucks but you won’t get your art noticed right away. So be patient and enjoy sharing your art even if it seems no one is looking.

2: Do not take request that you know will take you more than 30 minutes. If it takes longer, that’s what commissions are for. Often people will abuse that you are an artist taking request and will give very elaborate requests.

3: Speaking of commissions, do not price ANYTHING under $5. Please value your art. I promise you the people that will complain the “it’s over priced” are cheap. If they actually want your art, they would pay for it as is.

4: SAVE SAVE SAVE. If you do digital art, save it at least every 15 minutes. Save every piece of art, don’t throw it away or delete it.

5: DATE YOUR ART. At the end of last year is when I actually started dating my art within the file name. Example: “6-13-Girl” and have a folder for each year. This would save time when you’re trying to remember when you did an old piece of art or are creating a portfolio.

6: For the love of god, you don’t have to finish everything. Do practice sketches without them turning into elaborate hours of work.

7: Continuing from 6, YOUR SKETCHBOOK IS A SKETCHBOOK FOR A REASON. That’s where you practice. Don’t worry about a drawing not being perfect, the book is for practicing.

8: You don’t have to show someone your sketchbook if you don’t want to. Just say, “I’d rather you not, it’s very personal” and leave it at that.

9: Post your practices and ask for feedback. P.S. take “you need to work on ______ but good color choice!” as feedback and “your art sucks” as someone being an ass.

10: Don’t trace references or others artwork. It will literally not help you in the long run. A good example of how to use a ref is sketch the basic shape and add details as you go.

11: Don’t tighten you hand when you draw or aka don’t carve into the paper. Keep your strokes light when doing the basic shapes then add to darken the lines when you like them. This will save frustration of it not being able to erase.

12: WATCH SPEEDPAINTS. Slow them down if needed and learn from other artists and take the techniques you like from it. This especially works for visual learners.

13: Try tutorials even if you don’t like the style. You won’t know you like doing something unless you try it, that’s how people improve their art as well.

14: If you look through my blog, you can see that I do A LOT of redraws. I find them important to do sometimes to see your progress and show you what you need to work on.

15: Most importantly: Remember that your favorite artists, no matter their age, have been working on their drawing skills for years. It’s taken me 6 years to get my art where I like it and I’m still improving like everyone else.


Any other artists that would like to add or correct, feel free!

Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:


“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.


Part Two

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This week’s theme is featuring Ann; Yay for girl power!! (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

To match her theme I opted for pink colored food, but then again Ann would probably have a thing with food with eccentric colors… I think she would have a whole folder in her phone dedicated to photos of them. Also I think aside from food, she also spends quite a lot of money for make up and beauty items. Spa weekend with Makoto and Haru? Yes. Using her waterproof eyeliner on the boys as punishment during card games?? Definitely.

the talon!mccree au

*sweats* ok i know it’s been like six months but have some mchanzo

  • in this universe, talon catches mccree before overwatch does, and genji does not rebel from the shimadas. hanzo joins overwatch of his own volition, allowing genji to take over the clan. genji meets a boy who becomes his advisor, and then his lover. he and zenyatta are married four years later, at the same time the shimada clan’s activity becomes completely peaceful. the old shimadas protest, but they do not rebel, wary of hanzo’s wrath.
  • hanzo becomes one of overwatch’s top agents. he is sent to france for a mission, where he meets the socialite ballerina amelie lacroix. they become close friends, fuelled by a mutual love of sarcasm
  • when talon takes amelie, hanzo is frantic with worry. she returns, and he is the only one who sees that she is not unscathed. when gerard is murdered, he is saddened but unsurprised.
  • overwatch sends him on the hunt for her the next day, accompanied by lena ‘tracer’ oxton, the pesky brat of a speedster.
  • (they have a few conversations beyond the battlefield banter, fuelled by liquor and the darkness that lurks behind their eyes. ‘i loved her’, she admits, one midnight, and then she hides her tears in hanzo’s robe.)
  • unfortunately, talon has an interest in keeping widowmaker. they send out one of their best agents, a cowboy with a stupid belt buckle and a stupid hat and a stupidly pretty face who likes to do distracting things during fights.
  • like flirt.
  • tracer and hanzo are following a tip to a talon base when there’s a gunshot nearby. they trade glances, and then tracer darts down the edge of a building and disappears into the street below
  • hanzo pulls an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in a practiced motion, scanning the surrounding area. he waits.
  • suddenly, a rush of hot breath brushes his ear
  • ‘hey, pretty boy.’
  • hanzo flushes and spins, releasing an arrow.
  • if it’s a little skewed, it’s because of the wind. nothing to do with the red painted across hanzo’s cheeks.
  • hanzo curses and reaches for another arrow
  • abruptly, there’s a tug on his ponytail. he hasn’t cut his hair in a while, and it falls nearly to the small of his back. he whirls, and comes nose-to-nose with the cowboy.
  • he goes even redder, which is not helped by the cowboy stepping closer.
  • back to play so soon, hanzo?’
  • he winks. hanzo nearly falls off the edge of the roof.
  • ‘i-uh-’ and his breath stutters in his throat. the cowboy looks at him with that infernal grin on his face.
  • suddenly, mccree’s com buzzes. hanzo’s close enough to hear it. he’s frozen, and it’s not as if the cowboy’s doing anything to increase the distance between them (and his eyes are really quite pretty up close, and also he has freckles. which should not be cute.)
  • ‘hiya, reapy,’ mccree chirps.
  • ‘where are you?’ a pause. ‘and don’t call me that.’
  • ‘i’m, uh, doin’ something,’ mccree says eventually.
  • hanzo isn’t moving. why isn’t he moving this is someone who has tried to kill him many times in the past why isn’t he nocking an arrow right now he’s going to die because he was distracted by a pretty boy
  • there’s a derisive snort from over the line. ‘are you with that boy you keep obsessing over? the one you keep gushing over?’
  • mccree turns scarlet. ‘um-’
  • ‘what was his name? oh yeah. the shimada. hanzo, right?’
  • hanzo’s eyes go wide. ‘you-’
  • ‘sorry, reaps, i’m losing ya-’ he clicks off the com.
  • ‘you- i- gushing- wha?’
  • it’s not hanzo’s most eloquent moment, but it’s excusable.
  • ‘i, um-’ the cowboy scratches the back of his neck, steadfastly refusing to meet hanzo’s astonished gaze. ‘i mighta, kinda- well, i reckon i should say this-’
  • there’s another gunshot in the distance, and they jump apart like teenagers caught making out.
  • ‘i-uh-that’s my cue to-’ mccree starts helplessly
  • ‘yes, i’ll just-’
  • hanzo does an awkward backwards shuffle and disappears over the edge
  • and then mccree hurls himself off the roof.
  • he lands on his feet like a cat, one hand securing his hat to his head, only to see reaper gliding out of the nearest building. he’s wearing a shit-eating grin. (you can’t tell, because he’s a wraith and also he’s wearing the stupid mask, but it’s there.)
  • ‘just a little crush, my ass.’
  • mccree blows out a sigh. of course. ‘papá!’
  • ‘i told you,’ he says smugly. ‘you-’ and he jabs a finger into jesse’s chest- ‘are-’ jab- ‘weak-’ for- ‘pretty-’ jab- ‘boys.’ and he jabs mccree into a wall.
  • ‘i didn’t even- what-’
  • ‘don’t deny it! you like him.’
  • ‘papá!’
  • ‘you want to kiss him, eh?’ at mccree’s fierce blush, he snickers. ‘hopeless. such a loser.’
  • ‘says the guy who can’t even ask out a man he’s known for years.’ mccree shoots back.
  • it’s gabe’s turn to splutter. ‘you- pendejo- morrison and i are a different situation!’
  • ‘different situation. yada yada.’
  • ‘okay,’ gabe says, regaining his composure. ‘here’s the deal. you ask this shimada character out on a date and i’ll talk to morrison.’
  • ‘aww, papá! ya can’t do that!’
  • gabe smirks, folding his arms. ‘why?’
  • ‘ya know i just want y’all to be happy! why you gotta do this?’
  • ‘so you finally get some courage. go talk to the loser. ya have my blessing or whatever.’
  • mccree grins up at him. gabe wraps an arm around his shoulders and rubs his knuckles against his head.
  • ‘alright, papá!’ and he races off, holding onto his hat.
  • gabe watches after him with a fond expression. there’s a snicker from over his shoulder, and he whips around.
  • ‘shh, you.’
  • ‘so you do have feelings,’ sombra drawls, stepping out of the shadows. ‘never woulda thought it, papá.’
  • he messes up her hair with a hand. she yelps and darts away, frantically adjusting her hair.
  • ‘shut your damn mouth.’
  • mccree finds hanzo in the building where he and tracer are cooped up. he crawls through the window and finds himself face to face with the barrel of a sparking blue-orange gun.
  • ‘hey, mate,’ lena says, with a terrifying grin. ‘ya mind?’
  • ‘um, well, i really do-’
  • ‘who’s that?’ comes a call, and hanzo rounds the corner, bow at the ready. he freezes when he sees mccree.
  • ‘uh- hi.’ mccree fiddles with his hat. ‘i was wonderin’ if i could talk to you. an’ i ain’t comin’ from talon. just me. and you.’
  • hanzo stares at him for a moment, before slowly lowering his bow. tracer takes her cue, and disappears, winking at hanzo.
  • ‘so, uh, about earlier-’
  • ‘yes, we should discuss that-’
  • ‘of course.’ mccree shifts from side to side. ‘we should talk.’
  • hanzo looks at him. ‘should i-’
  • ‘yes. please. go ahead.’
  • ‘we should definitely talk,’ hanzo says. mccree steps a little closer, smiling.
  • he gets a little rush of courage at hanzo’s blush. ‘then again,’ he murmurs, ‘maybe i should just show you.’
  • and then he leans in and kisses him.
  • hanzo makes a muffled noise that sounds oddly like ‘oh my god,’ and then he drops his bow and pulls jesse in, one hand sliding to the back of his neck.
  • when they part, both of them are blushing, with matching wide grins.
  • ‘so, uh-’ jesse starts. ‘you wanna go get coffee?’
  • hanzo laughs. ‘i’d love to.’
  • and then he kisses him again.
  • jesse posts a picture of him and hanzo to the official talon instagram. hanzo’s mouth is pressed to his cheek, and both of them are holding non-fat venti chai lattes. it’s captioned ‘i guess this time we do play on the same team.’
  • gabe (@death) comments with ‘u better not hurt my boy shimada #happyforyou’. the official overwatch instagram likes it. genji comments with 24 winky face emojis. when talon tries to take it down, sombra just takes control of all their social media.
  • when talon sends mccree into the field, he just ignores his mission objective and goes to get coffee with hanzo. gabe complains about being sent to do the dirty work that mccree neglects.
  • he and jack do work it out, by the way.
  • mccree makes friends with hanzo’s dragons. one of them likes to perch on his shoulder and rest its head on his hat. sombra takes pictures and sends them to gabriel. gabriel has them all saved to his family folder. when widowmaker is released into the field, she gets them too, and she teases hanzo mercilessly.
  • ‘into a cowboy? le perdant.’
  • ‘fuck off,’ hanzo says cheerfully, texting jesse a kissy face emoji. ‘you’re into a girl that unironically says ‘the cavalry’s here’ everytime she shows up to a battlefield.’
  • ‘wha- i don’t- i don’t even have feelings.’ she huffs, and disappears off the edge of the roof.
  • mccree ambles along a few moments later, and sits down next to hanzo.
  • ‘i believe i was promised a kiss,’ he says. hanzo grins and kisses him.
  • they get married a few years later. the entirety of overwatch gathers, and widowmaker and sombra are the groomsmaids. genji and zenyatta arrive, and hanzo’s father walks him down the aisle. 
  • they recite their vows, and as gabe finishes reading off the ceremony script, jesse places his hat onto hanzo’s head and pulls him in for a long kiss. amelie releases the doves, and they break apart, laughing, at her grumpy expression. they shove cake in each others’ faces and take their first dance and kiss each other for the wedding photos
  • and in the end, it all works out just fine.
Weakness - Mitch Rapp

Originally posted by yaehl

word count: really fuckin long (9269)
warnings: swearing, violence, the torture kind, mitch being hot as always


You sat at the kitchen table of your cabin home, a glass of water in your hands as you watched the outdoors curiously.  A black SUV had pulled in front of the house, a woman leaving it but you could tell that there were others in it.  You stood up, wandering closer and wrapping your cardigan around your tank top and shirts to preserve your warmth as you opened the door, just enough to hear what was going on outside.

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Something Worth Fighting For- 1

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice.

Words: 1303

Masterlist

Originally posted by i-alwayslikedstrangecharacters

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right. -The Crow, 1994

Brooklyn. 1946.

The cemetery was a snow globe. Someone had wrapped it in their hands, blocking out all traces of sunlight behind the deep grey clouds, and shaken it. Snow swirled through the air, between the slender claws of the dead trees, and dragged across the faces of black, slick stones. The wind hissed in your ear, stung the exposed flesh between your hat and the collar of your jacket. Kissed the places that had not been touched by warm hands in nearly a year.

There was nothing special about the dull, grey rock in front of you. There was a name, etched into its face, that had been filled with snow which only served to make the letters stand out more. It was a formality more than anything, the headstone. There was no body to be buried, no casket to lower into the ground.

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The Tale Of How A Girl Scout Stole From Me

So listen– 

My roommate in college is a Girl Scout leader, and her scouts really wanted to explore a dorm room because they think it’s cool, being in college and all. So I let these girls in my room, just kind of smiling and them being really excited and thinking it was rad and such. Now I was sitting in my lofted bed the entire time, so I wasn’t really paying that much attention when they were looking at my stuff underneath me. One was crouching below me, while another one was talking to me, distracting me (we’ll get to her later), and then the other one came back up, and she stopped talking to me. After they leave, I get out of the bed to close our blinds. The cord is right by where I keep all my gems and rocks that I collect, and I noticed my palm-size citrine was missing. I looked on the floor, around it and everything and could not find any shards from a fall or anything. It wouldn’t have been that big a deal had I not just got it a week ago from my aunt who got it for me because of the meanings and spiritual stuff surrounding it, so it means a lot to me. 

I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but I texted my roommate asking if by any chance one of the girls had accidentally picked it up or something, and I didn’t get a response. 

Now I was on a time limit because if the meeting ended and all the girls went their separate ways, I would probably lose this rock forever. It shouldn’t have been that big a deal, but at this point I just needed to know if a ten year old stole from me. 

I called my roommate after she didn’t respond for about fifteen minutes, and finally she answered and said she read the texts and she was asking them at that exact moment. None were ‘fessing up. But then one said “I have one exactly like that, that size, that color, but I brought it from home.” My roommate immediately knew there was some shady shit going on there, so she asked to see it. This kid opens up this flimsy little folder and had stuffed my rock away into the little pocket. My roommate took picture of it, and me, being oblivious to what the situation was, confirmed that was my rock and I was so glad it was found. Even after that, she kept with the story, kept saying it was hers, got it from home, so on. And THE OTHER GIRL FROM EARLIER was defending her saying “Yea, that’s her rock, she showed me earlier” and I feel so used??? By ten year olds?? Bamboozled?? They plotted against me to take my rock, they had a plan and everything? I had so much shit underneath my bed and on the window sill, tsum tsum’s, hello kitty stuff, candy, things I wouldn’t notice were missing, but they had to pull the ultimate heist. Thinking they can get away with it. I think not.

It gets better.

Then her dad shows up. She immediately twisted her story into that she had gotten from school. Where from school? Her locker. How’d it get into her locker? She said she didn’t know, it just showed up one day. The dad kept interrogating her, but she was not budging. My roommate said that she would bring the rock to have me look at it, and that we would look to make sure that I hadn’t just misplaced mine, and she would bring it back if it was not mine, trying to be like a good leader, like she is, but the little girl responded with “Well it’s mine, but she can have it” trying make me look bad.

Now, it’s been a few hours since then, and we just got an email from one of the parents saying she had confessed and her reason was because she has low self-esteem. The subject line was “‘Her name’ and the Rock” and I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard in a while.

TL;DR: Lesson learned, don’t trust Girl Scouts, don’t bring them into your home. You will be ROBBED and you’ll never want to buy another girl scout cookie in your life.