i hope guys enjoyed it as much as me

Day 1_ firestar.
Favourite boy. I love him so much :’)

I WANT TO ADD: i will not be posting this drawings everyday. I will draw them when i have time, so this won’t be regular. I made my list, so I won’t take any request, but you can ask me if you fav warrior is on the list, or when I will draw them. You can use this desing but you must add me in the credits. That’s all, hope you guys enjoy.

Peter Parker Imagine Mini Series

Hello! So this is my first time doing one of these and I just ask that you give it a chance maybe?. I don’t know if anyone else has done this on here yet but this is my own version and I really hope you enjoy! I also tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible. Let me know what you guys think!

In this alternative universe Peter Parker is born with his abilities rather than gaining them from a spider bite, and is therefore considered a “mutant.”

Warnings: None

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.9k

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Guys just chill...

I don’t even know what I’m about to write, but I’m seriously so done with some people, so I’m just gonna let some steam out.

Every chapter of killing stalking I see tons of these “morality and ethics protection squad” people being unnecessarily rude and complaining about everything and everyone, it can be about how they hope Sangwoo dies, how Bum should get a blanket and hot cocoa, how they don’t get how some people can love Sangwoo because he’s disgusting serial killer and we must not be sane or whatsoever.. now let me ask you.. did you realize this is a manhwa? Thus fiction? Do you actually realize this is not real? Because I do, of course no one would want to date a serial killer in real life, but what I see people using as an argument, about liking him only because of his looks is bullshit, yeah he’s hot, I enjoy well drawn characters, but there is so much more to him. The reason why I love him IS his characterization, he’s Koogi’s masterpiece, I’ve never seen such a deep and complex character and without him, killing stalking would be boring shit leta be honest. So if you so fucking hate him and want him dead then just don’t read it? He’s the main protagonist I doubt he would die any sooner than at the end. But stop accusing everyone who enjoys him and the manhwa as it is, just keep it to yourself if you can’t help but be rude. It’s not real and if I want to like a fictional bad guy I fucking will. Bum is not innocent either, both of them are very mentally ill and have done some pretty bad things, Sangwoo is just in a lot worse state of mind. I’m not talking here about shipping those two, because everyone who read the manhwa properly, will see that there is nothing romantic about their relationship, they just need each other and use each other, there’s no denying that this is in fact an abusive relationship, but if someone ships them, then fucking let them, it’s their decision and you have no right to be mean to them just because “in real life it would….” it’s not in real life, learn to distinguish reality and fiction.

anonymous asked:

You and Trinh are so freaking cute. I hope you guys continue making videos together and seperately on each of your channels. They always put me in a good relaxed mood. I only wish they lasted longer lol but that's not a complaint just a testament to how much I enjoy watching you guys. Thanks for sharing!! Sending so much love to both of you. 💖💕

Thank you sm for ur support!!!😭😭😭 Trinh and I are honestly so annoying in our videos but y'all keep loving us anyway ur the best

The Guardian [1/?] - Sebastian Stan (AU)

SUMMARY: He was an ordinary journalist, and a student at the local university, until one day he found a girl in the snow; a girl with full of mystery. He was interested in her story, so he stayed by her side. But what happens, when he finds out that he has a connection with the mysterious girl?

WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use, other than that, nothing maybe fluff?


PAIRING: Sebastian x Reader

A/N: Well hello there. After a long time i decided that it’s time for me to share my writings here. This is my first fic i posted here, and also the first i translated from my main language to English. Which means that there are possibilities that it will contain grammar mistakes, or weird sentences - which im really sorry about. I hope you guys will enjoy this series as much as I enjoy writing it, and I really hope it will get some feedbacks, if i should continue or not. I also want to thank my friend, Char, for beta reading the chapter. I love you.

(the gif belongs to its owner.)

Sebastian’s POV.

The snow came down harder after each passing day. My daily routine got boring too; waking up early in the morning, drinking hot coffee, then forcing countless layers of clothes on my body. T-shirt, simple shirt, jumper and all the other indispensable clothing that this season required.

           But those weren’t the only things that came with winter; there was the forgetfulness and constant hurry. I would have to go back to my apartment at least once or twice in the day. There were times when I left my phone, or even my notes on the little coffee table in the middle of my living room. Not only was there a mess in my life but in my head as well. Since I got the job at the journalist office, I was offered a course at the local university – which I gladly accepted without even  thinking it over. And then I wondered why I had that many things to do.

           It was already Thursday morning, and I was on my way to the office. I pulled the zipper of my coat up as far as it would go while trying to keep the notes and sketches under my arm. And well.. I fastened my pace, which caused me to trip over my feet at least 3 times on the way.

Today I chose to go through the park on my way because I wanted get the coffee I missed from one of the shops there – and because I wanted to have time to prepare my mind for work and the late night studying.

-          Sebastian! – Claudia, the owner of the little wooden shop, waved at me just as soon as I got into view – It’s been a long time since I last saw you here, son.

-          I know, and I’m sorry for that, Claudia – I explained just as soon as I got to the window – Can I at least bother you with making up for all the missed coffees?

-          Do you want the usual vanillia cappucino?

-          Exactly! I want to start my day with your speciality.

She nodded lightly, and stepped towards the coffee machine to get my drink ready.

Ever since the city opened these little Christmas markets, she has been taking part in them – even though she was older than the other owners here. She was going to be 73 that year, but she still looked good for her age. Even if her skin was a little wrinkled, and her hair was already dust grey – her eyes still showed her true, young beauty.

Every time I looked into those light green eyes, I felt like her young self is looking back at me – if I remember the pictures she showed me before.

-          Tell me something, Sebby – she asked me while the small machine worked behind her – How’s work and university? Your mother told me they accepted you for that writing course.

-          Well, it’s not like as I imagined it would be – I told her the truth, while I shrugged – But I gotta say, it’s not even that bad. I have to study a lot – hella lot about novels, series, and technical terms. Sometimes I feel like I’m gonna go crazy from the learning! – I grinned as I told her this proudly.

-          Hey! For an intelligent boy like you, it’s nothing! I think I should be the one saying that I’m gonna go crazy from the loads of guests and the coffe machine’s horrible sound. – We both started laughing at her comment, while she gave me the cup with a lot of christmas patterns on it.

-          Thank you! – I smiled at her, and leaned for a kiss, and a strong hug.

-          Your welcome, but promise me you won’t disappear for days again. The season ends in two weeks, and then you won’t find me here anymore!

-          I promise, Claudia, I promise – I giggled, and walked away with one last wave at her.

I grabbed the hot vanillia cappucino in both of my hands, and lifted it to my lips, to warm them up through the little whole on the top of the cup. I walked slowly with it, because I knew myself – I was capable of accidentally pouring it out. Since I gave all my attention to the cup, I didn’t see where I was going; I only noticed the change of the view after having walked for two minutes straight.

With a frown on my face, I pulled up my coat’s sleeve to check my watch for the time. 8;10 am.  I swear to god, when I was in the market, it was way earlier than 8;00 am.

Right before I turned around to walk away, I noticed something, or maybe someone, in the snow not too far away from me. I thought for a few minutes whether i should go there or not before I let out a big sigh, and started walking towards it.

Even though the coffee was still hot in my hands, I drank it all up, then after finishing it, I threw it in the nearest bin. I folded the papers and notes and put them in my pocket with my gloves.

-          Excuse me? – I shyly called out to the person in the snow as I stepped closer.

First of all, it was very strange to find someone in the ice cold snow, but it was even weirder when I found that the girl was only wearing a very thin layer of shirt clothers, only a white shirt and skirt, which made her blend into the snow around her.

No wonder no one saw her laying there.

           I slowly bent down, and put my hands on her shoulder shaking her slightly. As soon as my skin touched her skin – as cliche as it sounds – a strange coldness ran through my body from the top of my fingers.

She turned her faces as fast as she could in my direction; showing her scared features and her wet locks stuck to her red cheeks. Her lips were parted for as she breathed faster.

She had no idea what was going on with her; she lifted her hands in front of her face, then turned them over to have a better look at them. Then she bended her fingers, slowly, one by one. While doing these strange motions, she got in a sitting position and continued looking at her legs, and other parts of her body

-          Did you take something? – I asked her grabbing both of her arms, while she looked at me with an uncomprehending look.

-          What? – Okay, i was right.

-          Are you taking drugs?

-          What are those? – Oh well, I’m 100% sure she took something – Where am I?

-          Uhm, you are in Pennsylvania. In a park. You can’t remember?

-          Where are my wings?

-          I…Your what? – i asked while laughing awkwardly, but I stopped almost instantly as I saw the seriousness in her eyes. – Look, I think It will be the best if I take you home, because your clothes are pretty wet. Neither of us want you to get sick, am I right?

She nods a little bit, then stands up with my help. She grabs my hands in a way like she could never let them go.

-          Okay, first of all, I need to know where you live? – I asked her while I lead her back on the path – Uh, I’m sorry, take my coat. I think you need it more than me right now – I slapped myself at least 6 times in my head, because I didn’t think about this earlier.

I quickly shake the coat down on my shoulders and put it on the trembling girl next to me, then push it together over her chest. Thank god I had more layers of clothes under the coat.

But, well.. I couldn’t really say that they were keeping me warm.

Okay, as soon as I gave her my coat I started shaking from the cold.

-          I live up there – she answered after a couple of minutes, while she looked at the sky above us. Without even following her gaze – I swear I didn’t want to be rude –, I just stared at her face like she was some crazy woman. – I don’t know how I got here. – she murmured desperately, as I felt her hand shake in mine.

-          Uhm… - I scratched the back of my head nervously, while i tried to contain my laughter. – Well I guess, we are going to have a long talk after all.

Quarter of a Century - Rafael Barba x Reader

Originally posted by mrsrafaelbarba

Here it is! The bonus chapter for my Camp Hope series. I hope you guys like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also hope @ohbelieveyoume enjoys it, since she was the one that inspired me to write it, based of her headcanon “An Age Gap”.

Thanks everybody for your lovely feedback, I will see you in my next work <3.</i>

AO3 link~

Part 1 - Part 2 - Bonus

Word Count: 4,606

“No more calls, Carmen.” He ordered right before putting down the phone for the umptieth time, tired and annoyed of dealing with so much of the same.  

Rafael reclined on his seat, raising his legs to rest them on top of the desk, knowing that no one was going to bother him at his office. That weekend he had lost going to camp caused him to lose 3 whole days, meaning that, when he came back on Monday, there was a pile of work to do waiting for him already.  

He had no idea.

Given it wasn’t the first time that happened to him, he managed to get it all out of the way by Wednesday, so now he could afford to ignore all calls and rest a bit at his office. But after a moment of silence, he found himself skimming through the case files sitting around. Damned caffeine that kept his mind racing when he wanted to rest, maybe he shouldn’t have had that 4th cup.

A heavy sigh left his chest while he tried to calm down, he placed his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes to try to focus on breathing. The scent of freshly cut grass, coffee and her wet hair invaded his mind. He could swear he could smell it as if he was still there.  

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omg! thank you guys so much for 25 followers! I never thought I’d get past 2 let alone 20! You guys are the best and you make me sosoososo happy!! I might do some kind of gift or something for you guys but I’m not sure what! Maybe sim requests or a sim dump? Anyway I hope you enjoy whatever I do and thank you so much again!!

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Hey guys..
So I got kicked out of my home for good today, one for coming out and two bc I spoke my mind. So I left and I’m thankful that I can stay over at a good friend’s home for the night.
I will probably be on and off of here bc I have a lot happening right now. Im really sorry but I might be late to answer any vent asks or messages. ;;
I don’t really know if I can do commissions right now, I’m really sorry, but I really do need some support.
You guys know I’m really shy and dont like to ask for stuff, but my Paypal is azeeminshan@gmail.com and my patreon is Patreon.com/Azeem.
I would really, really appreciate it if my followers could share this. I have a pretty decent following but, it would really matter right now.
Thank you so much guys for everything you’ve done for me up to this point. I really want to start enjoying life and I hope I can get everything sorted out.


(* FINALLY got to sit down and work on these!)
(* Thank you all so much for all the support and kind words)
(* And your help through Kofi and Patreon continue to help me work through my medical issues)
(* I hope you guys enjoy these, theyre the top 4 voted for UT requests!)

Outertale Frisk/Chara belongs to @outertale
Epic!Sans belongs to @yugogeer12
Zombietale Frisk/Flowey belongs to @zombie-frisk
Mob/Mafia Frisk/Sans (Sooner or later you’re gonna be mine) belong to Staringback, Designs by @cursetale


Trico: The Last Guardian - Handmade art doll

Wow, I never thought I’d get to post this guy up. 400+ hours, and approx 2000 individually cut, painted and glue feathers later, my biggest project to date is complete. Trico means so much to me as a character, I hope you all enjoy him.

I am taking offers for him via silent auction. Pm me if you would like to make an offer. 

There are over 100 posts detailing his creation from start to finish on my Patreon for just $1- www.patreon.com/Nazegoreng

Please share with anyone who loves Trico or The Last Guardian.


I am FINALLY done with this. Hope you guys enjoy it, please let me know if you do, your comments are very much appreciated. Lots of love, B xx

Originally posted by hotsauceharry


It’s all he can see when he looks at you. It’s the color that paints your lips and it’s the only thing he’s been able to think about all night long.

When he picked you up earlier tonight, on your way to a dinner with a group of friends, his eyes had zoomed in on your lips the second you opened the car door to greet him - while you stepped inside and leaned in to say hello, placing a chaste and pert kiss on his cheek, his eyes followed your lips as you came closer.

“What color is that? Crimson? Bright red?” Is what he thinks, the shades of it swirling in his mind. He doesn’t know and he’s tempted to ask you but to do that was to show he’s been paying more attention to you than he’s got the right to and maybe it’d give you the wrong impression - he’s not interested in your lipstick but more on the way the color makes your lips look full and incredibly inviting.

Biting onto his bottom lip after greeting you quickly, his eyes fleet to his rear view mirror, spotting the patch of skin close to his jaw where you had placed your kiss - a lipstick mark remains, the shape of your lips stamped onto his skin in a bright shade of red.

The sight gave him goose bumps and he couldn’t explain why, but when you leaned forward on his front seat, the visor pulled down so you could look in the mirror and make sure your lipstick was not smudged, Harry felt his stomach sink - images of you on your knees, eyes hazy and lips swollen while you suck on his cock with greedy, swollen and red painted lips, leaving a stain on his length, invaded his mind without his permission and he feels his cock twitch in his pants, heat rising underneath his skin.

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Truth May Vary

Yes, hi, excuse me, passing through, dropping crap all over the fandom. 

Hi. So, I did the prompt! @pink-paladin-lance hope you like it, tho I didn’t made it as angsty bc I craved fluffiness and well, …yeah. Hope you like it anyways!

Ps. Long Post. So yeah! No warnings? Just mean aliens, psh. 

Nothing much to say? Enjoy! 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and the idea come from @pink-paladin-lance (:

Edit: ….Did i fixed it the damn problem or? 

“Alright! Another win for Voltron!” Hunk shouts animatedly as he wraps an arm around Keith’s shoulder, shaking him as he cheers, “Did you guys see how Keith dodged that laser beam when one of the Galras tried to sneak up on him? Keith, buddy, that was amazing! You totally flipped them!”

Keith laughs as he takes off his helmet and brushes Hunk’s praise off. “What? No, come on! Are you kidding? Were you even present when your Lion completely crushed that rock and saved the entire village? Because I was and it was out of this planet, man.”

“Okay, guys, but I think I speak for everyone that the best part was when we formed Voltron and we completely destroyed that Robeast because Shiro’s plan was on point!” Pidge cuts in, grinning behind her shoulder to meet their leader, “If it hadn’t been for your quick thinking, the battle would have taken a lot longer.”

Shiro chuckles from his place besides Allura and waves the compliments off with a hand. “No way. The plan was a success because your plants held the Robeast long enough for us to make a move, Pidge. You have been improving a lot since the day we found of about your Lion’s power.”

Lance watches from the sidelines as he stands besides Coran, a few feet away from the team. He smiles fondly as he hears them cheer and praise each other, their adrenaline and enthusiasm that always come from a winning battle still running through their blood.

“Wait, wait, but did you guys notice when Lance –” Keith’s sentence is suddenly cut off when the Prince of the Royal Family from the Kingdom they just saved clears his throat abruptly, catching everyone’s attention and making Keith’s proud grin to dim, replacing it with a frown.

“On behalf of my people and my Mother, I would like to express our gratitude towards the brave Paladins of Voltron who saved us today and forevermore, for it is their duty to defend and serve this Universe from the claws of evil.” The Prince says, voice high and powerful.

He stares into each of the Paladin’s eyes before they fall on Allura. “Princess Allura, please, as a thank you, allow us to escort you and the entire team to our Castle in order to present you an exquisite and well deserved banquet in your honor.”

Allura smiles and opens her mouth to respond but Lance’s voice beats her to it.

“Sure, dude!” He shouts happily, walking a few steps until he’s standing beside Allura and Shiro. “A banquet is always appreciated! I mean, Voltron really kicked some serious ass today if you know what I mean.” Lance can hear the way his team groan and chuckle at his words, too used to Lance’s cocky facade and he can feel Allura’s playful smack of her hand on his ribs.

Lance’s grin fades when the Price stares down at him unamused and something inside him drops unpleasantly.

“Blue…Paladin, of course.” The Prince says, a bore and uninterested tone on the back of his tone as he forces a rigid polite smile, “While I agree with you on the fact that Voltron surely won this battle by their own hands, I have to ask…”

He pauses, letting his words linger in the air as he takes a step towards Lance and clicks his tongue.

“Why are you on the team? I’m sure that your … talents, if you even have some, can be of much assistance back in the Castle.”

Lance’s smile falls and he hears the way someone behind him takes a sharp intake of breath but Lance doesn’t bother to turn around to found out who exactly.

“Well, I am the Blue Paladin. I have to be where the team is, of course.” Lance says, mouth twitching in what he hopes to be a smile but ends up being a grimace.

The Prince clicks his tongue once again and shakes his head as if in disappointment. “Ah, my apologies, Blue Paladin. I had just assumed that you were just filling the spot for the time being until the true Blue Paladin claimed the title.”

Lance doesn’t need to turn around to know what’s happening behind his back. He can feel the tense air that has settled on the team. He can hear the hard shallow pants from Hunk’s end as the Yellow Paladin tries to suppress the urge to lunge at the Prince. He can hear the soft faint sound of Shiro’s arm activating itself along with Keith’s bayard. He can even feel Pidge’s deathly glare that goes through him to get to their target that is the Prince.

He feels the grip of Allura’s hand on his suit tighten and the way Coran’s hand find its way until it’s resting on his shoulder.

But the Prince doesn’t. He doesn’t see, feel or sense any of what Lance does because they are not his team, they are Lance’s.

The Prince continues.

“No offense, Blue Paladin, but I had actually thought that Princess Allura here was the rightful Paladin for the Blue Lion. Having her leadership and power aside, she seems to be such a good fit for the title.”

Lance doesn’t disagree.

“Of course, I might be wrong. After all, there must be a reason why you are fighting besides Voltron itself. I speak out only because I believe your talents have been blurred by being surrounded by such powerful people and I’m merely concerned about the efficiency in future battles, thinking that your efforts may not be good enough –”

Lance can’t even come up with a response because suddenly there’s a body rushing past him and then Keith is standing there, pressing his Marmora Blade against the Prince’s neck.

“Would you like to say that again? Just to make sure I have the right motive to make you regret those words?” Keith hisses, face inches away from the Prince’s.

“Keith.” Coran calls, sharp and with a hidden warning, “Step back from the Prince, right now, Young Paladin.”

“But Coran –!”

Right now.

Keith growls but ends up taking a step back, his scowl deep in his face as he glares at the Prince from a distance.

“Prince Yult,” Allura says, voice tight and on edge as she releases Lance’s suit and takes a step forward, “While we appreciate your hospitality, you have no right to –”

“Princess Allura, if I may?” Lance cuts off, quiet but firm as he raises his chin high, staring at her evenly.

Allura stares right back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she nods.

“Prince Yult.” Lance addresses respectfully and waits until the royal nods at him before he continues, “I can understand your confusion about my position as a Paladin and your concern around the topic. My team’s talent and power is unmeasured and it’s not something anyone can live up to.”

“Lance…” Keith mumbles behind him but Lance continues.

“Which is why I must ask of you, not to doubt my team’s efficiency based on their one weakness that is me.”

“Lance, that’s enough.” Shiro snaps, low and dangerous but Lance doesn’t stop.

“Rest reassured, your highness.” Lance smiles, tight and forced, “That Voltron shall continue winning more battles and I will not be a liability to the team.”

“Buddy, come on, stop –”

“Now, if you excuse me, your highness.” Lance says, cutting Hunk’s plead short, “I shall take my leave. I’m sure the rest of the team would love to meet the Queen, but I sadly need to go back to the Castle and stand guard.”

Lance doesn’t wait for an answer. He turns around, ignoring the way Keith reaches out to him and how the rest of the team calls his name.

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RWBY Art Challenge Day 4: SSSN Team Member.

“No, seriously this is a new phone. Blake threw mine off a balcony last night.”

If I’m being honest this was a really hard prompt for me since I not personally a huge fan of anyone on team SSSN, mostly just because I don’t know or see much of any of them. Oh well, hope you guys enjoy some lovers quarrel anyway!

Also I guess this is an AU where Sun wasn’t completely taken out of commission after that scene…and his signal somehow works LOL. oh well.

Skyline {II}

Originally posted by over-et

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline.  In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do…as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!!  One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing.  While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one.  I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all.  I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon.  And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook.  Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close.  And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few.  You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall.  It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different.  Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words.  Just different.

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I may have gone a bit over board with this animation, heh. Every time I watched a video by you with your personalities, I get such a fulfilling vibe by the end of it, almost like in a Steven Universe episode where a problem was addressed, solved, and the character was developed. That led me to thinking, what if these guys were their own cartoons? So, I made a little test animation with some puppets I built, and a couple days of work later, boom! I really hope Thomas enjoys my take on these guys, and I’d love to do future animations with them on my Youtube! It’s about time you got your own “Thomas Sanders Animated”, right? 

Thomas: I LOVE THIS. SO MUCH!! It’s a dream to be animated and this was so well done!!!! Thank you for sharing this!!!!!!
Reggie Mantle x Reader: Flower Power


A Reggie x Reader where the reader starts giving Reggie a flower each day and he’ll wear it in his hair and lots of fluff please?


A/N: This one was so cute to write, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also sorry for being a bit slow on uploading requests my cat likes to bother me while I write. Tomorrow I’m going to be busy, so don’t expect much tomorrow sorry. Also the reader will be a Lodge in this imagine and is moving in to Riverdale with her family after what her dad did.

Words: 1207

Summary: Reader is new to Riverdale and she hears all these rumors about Reggie Mantle from her sisters (Veronica) friend Betty, but she believes in goodness in everyone even Reggie.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Reggie and Reader cuteness overload.

Moving was hard, moving away from all your friends and everything you’ve even known and starting from scratch was harder. Your mother Hermione always talked fondly about her time at Riverdale. She and your father grew up there and since your mother had some property there, you were now moving from the radiant awake city that was New York.

What made it easier was your sister Veronica, she was the more stylish one, and you were only a few months apart. She was your partner in crime, you don’t think you could survive without her.

You moved into Riverdale in the middle of the downpour. The chaos of a murderer on the loose and the beloved quarterback Jason Blossom life came to sad end.

Veronica made friends with a sweet girl named Betty in the summer and Betty introduced you to her friends. Kevin had no filter which you loved, Archie was complicated (but he was good at music and hoped to join the football team when school started a bit of a cliché). Jughead Jones the Third he claimed, was a bit of a mystery, but a great writer.

One day you were all hanging out in the park, when you saw him alone with his dog.

“Who’s that?” you interrupted the conversation and pointed at the tall figure with luscious black hair.

“That’s Reggie Mantle” Kevin answered.

“Reggie” you cheered and Veronica gave you a smirk.

“He’s kind of a player (Y/N)” Betty chimed in.

“So is Veronica, that doesn’t mean I can hate and judge my sister” you chuckled as she gave you a nudge in the shoulder as the group laughed.

“He’s also a bully” Jughead spoke while typing away on his laptop.

“Sorry that he bullies you, but bullies do have a reason for bullying even if it’s not the best argument, they have a reason” you reasoned.

“Why’d you think he bullies me?” Jughead retorted as he lifted his eyebrow.

“Oh, just a hunch” you replied with a smile on your face “I’ll be back” you shared with them as you stood up from the bench and walked towards Reggie, not wanting to be empty handed you picked up a daisy from the grass.

“Cute dog, does it have a name?” you gestured at Reggie.

“Vader” he answered as you reached your hand out to give him the daisy as he gave you a puzzled look.

“I come in peace” you reassured as you placed the small flower on his right ear.

“My name is (Y/N)” you pointed out as Vader was running after his tail.

“Reggie, you new around here?” he questioned as he fixed the daisy in his ear.

“That obvious, or is it the fact that in small towns everybody knows everybody” you chuckled.

“Well that, and you’re talking to me” he implied with a small smile.

“Well, I don’t know you and if I listened to what everyone had to say I could miss out on some great things” you claimed with a smile on your face and he chuckled.

You and Reggie actually became great friends. He confided in you on things he’d never say to anyone, you would even go jogging together every morning and you made sure to always have a flower for him, and he always sweetly placed it in his ear. He also promised to leave Jughead alone.

Tomorrow was going to be your first day at Riverdale High. Your mother, Veronica and you occupied the dinner table as Smithers brought you your food.

“So mija” your mother spoke “I heard you have been hanging out with Reggie Mantle a lot” your mother directed at you.

“Yeah, I have, he’s a really great guy” you claimed.

“Rumor has it-” your mother was cut off by you.

“Rumor has it what?! Mom, I cannot stand it when people label people before getting to know them. We are who are, not what people say we are. I am not a corrupt money taker like people claim because of my father’s mistake. Reggie is who he is, he shows a different side to the world and it is a privilege to know the real Reggie. Besides he just lost a friend to a murderer on the loose in your beloved Riverdale mom. I don’t want to hear any more of this.” You ranted and dropped your fork, now at a loss in your appetite because of your mother.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I- I was out of line, and you are so correct” your mother concluded and Ronnie took your hand in hers.

The school day was about to start and Betty was assigned to show you and Veronica around. Betty pointed you to your first class as you scanned the hallways for Reggie to give him his flower of the day.

“Do you really think he’ll take your flower in front of the whole school and his neanderthals?” Ronnie questioned you as Betty gave you a small smile.

“If he doesn’t, then you were all right. I wasted my time getting to know a great guy who was too scared to show his true self to the world, and I’ll never speak to him again.” You proclaimed.

You left Betty and Veronica and made your way to Reggie who was at his locker with his posse.

“Hey Reg” you spoke up a bit nervous because you were really hoping he wouldn’t turn you down because you enjoyed hanging out with him.

“Hey (Y/N)” Reggie turned away from his posse.

“Hmm, you’re wearing a cap” you gave him a sad smile.

“That’s okay” he answered with a chuckle as he placed the flower on the hole of his snapback.

You couldn’t help but place a huge smile on your face as he showed of his flower of the day for all the school to see.

Later you were home alone your mom was working at Pops and Veronica was trying out for the River Vixens with Betty, since Smithers had just stepped and you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring.

A bit scared since you were binge watching Criminal Minds and there was a murderer on the lose you grabbed a bat and opened the door.

“Whoa! (Y/N) you can but the bat down it’s just me” Reggie removed the bat from your hands and dropped it as you let him in.

“What you got there?” you cheered at the bouquet of flowers Reggie had in his hands.

“Um” Reggie scratched his head as he still had his flower of the day on his forehead clinging from the snapback “I- I was hoping you would accompany me to the homecoming dance this Friday” he confessed as you took the bouquet.

“Oh my god” you gasped at the bouquet.

“Yeah um it has every single flower you have given me” he concluded as you pulled him into a hug.

As soon as he let go you planted a kiss on his soft lips and mentally thanked the universe for letting him into your life no matter what anyone said.

“So that’s a yes” Reggie cheered as you both let go.

“For you, a thousand times over (This is a quote from The Kite Runner)” you smiled.

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THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis

ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.

She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.

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Skyline {V}

Originally posted by hardyness

Warnings: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: So I originally intended for this to be the last part of Skyline, but because things needed to be explained so much, the story is getting a bit longer than I anticipated.  For that reason, there will be a Skyline pt. 6!!  I almost wish there wasn’t, because I love the evenness and finality of five parts, but what can you do.  Special thanks to Zoe and Jen for helping me brainstorm ideas, and for giving me feedback!!  Also, just a reminder, I do not have a tags list!!  I really hope you guys enjoy pt. 5!!!

{part I} {part II} {part III} {part IV}

You really had no idea how Spider-Man did it.  How could he walk around in his civilian life, bursting at the seams with the secret of his powers, and not tell anybody?  How could he stay up half the night roaming the streets of Queens and keeping them safe?  How did he balance his hero responsibilities with those of a typical teenager?  You were sure that, if the radioactive spider had bitten you, you would not have been able to handle it like Spider-Man did.

You felt the change immediately when you woke up the morning after your night with Spider-Man. After crossing all those lines that the two of you had so carefully left uncrossed for months, you had stayed up almost all night, just talking (and also kissing a little bit?  But really, could anyone blame you?  He was a super hero).  Once Spider-Man had left around four am, you had had less than two hours of sleep once your alarm rang at six.  And by the time you made it to school, you had felt like death warmed over. That day had been a groggy fog of trying to stay awake and coherent until school was over, and you were tucked away in your cozy bed.

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