I was about to go to bed, but saw a bunch of anniversary posts and totally forgot about sleep, so I figured I’d sketch something up for one of my favorite days. Can’t believe its been so long already. Happy 2 years YES
Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.
I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.
1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.
2. Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.
Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other’s a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces as one waits for the other to make a move.
4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop.
Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.
6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore.
7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.
8. Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened.
9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.
10. Quick, Goodbye Kiss - It’s the almost late for work kisses when their lips just peck yours, like an unfinished goodbye.
hey so you know that vicious cycle of mental health making you unproductive which makes your mental health worse? don’t worry friend I am here with something that can help
just get one thing done. break the cycle. it doesn’t have to be some big task. in fact it’s better if it isn’t. decide on something that takes five minutes or less. keep it tiny and manageable - the key is to feel like you’ve accomplished something, so when your brain is all, you can’t even do a single thing all day except lay in bed being useless, you can be like, oh but I did do something, brain, suck on that. it might not seem like much at the time but it helps a lot to have something tangible you can point to
do you have dirty dishes in your bedroom? get rid of ‘em. you don’t have to wash them, just put them in the sink with soapy water. done. easy.
do you have a pile of empty water bottles sitting there? good for you staying hydrated. but you don’t need a mountain of plastic reminders. throw a few in the trash or in recycling. don’t worry about chasing down every single one, just pick a number. get rid of 5 or 10. easy, manageable even if you feel terrible. done.
do you need to do something early tomorrow? get something ready now. just one thing. lay out an outfit. fill the coffee maker so you can just press a button tomorrow. pack your backpack or purse. bonus benefit, future you will have an extra few minutes to breathe in the morning.
do you have a pet? spend 5 minutes with your pet. cuddle them. play tug of war. make baby noises at them. your pet loves you. I bet they miss you when you’re sad. you’ll both feel better.
has it been 3 weeks since you did laundry? pick your clothes up off the floor and put them in a laundry basket. don’t actually wash them or even take the basket anywhere. just collect the clothes for later so they aren’t spread all over. it’ll make actually doing them that much easier when you have more energy
did you manage to wash your clothes but not put them away? fold something. fold another thing. and one more. put them away. three things. you got this one.
did you do your one thing? good. I’m proud of you. even if it didn’t make you feel better, guess what? you did a thing. you got something done, you can be done now. you can go back to bed if you want.
Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!
I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*
Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.
“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.
“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”
A/N: I’m still shook about spiderman: homecoming, the avengers: infinity war trailer (that i didn’t even get to see smh), and I recently found out that infinity wars was being filmed in Queens A WEEK before I was planning to visit NYC…so I’ve been working on this request to calm me down lol. I have way too many feelings about Marvel atm. Someone please help me 🙃 (Also, I’m turning this request into multiple parts because I had way too many ideas for it and it was about to be way too long)
“Hey, you,” You heard from behind
your locker door.
The voice scared you so much that you slammed your locker shut in panic. When you saw who it was, your cheeks turned bright
“Jesus, Peter. You scared the shit out of me.”
Peter just grinned, amused that he was able to fluster you
without even trying.
“Sorry. Why so jumpy today?” he asked with a chuckle.
“I don’t know. I just woke up feeling kind of weird today.
It’s no big deal. What are you doing after school today? Ned told me he got the
Lego Deathstar set.”
Peter raised an eyebrow and leaned against the locker beside
you. Your quick change of subject and flustered rambling couldn’t trick him. He knew something was
wrong with you, but he decided to bypass it for now. He didn’t want to make you
talk about something you didn’t want to talk about, so he just shook his head
and carried on with the conversation as if everything was normal.
“I heard. I wish I could help you guys build it, but I got
the Stark internship after school.”
You rolled your eyes and copied his pose, your shoulder
falling hard against your locker.
“You always have the Stark internship. Doesn’t he ever let
you take a break?”
Peter chuckled again.
“Uh, not really. No. It’s okay though, I like it.”
You were still annoyed, but you didn’t want to crap all over something Peter loved. So you just gave him a little fake smile instead.
“I’m glad you enjoy it. Ned and I will miss you though.”
Peter gave you one of his little appreciative half-smiles.
“I’ll miss you, too. Uh, both of you… I mean,” He rubbed the
back of his neck uncomfortably. “Anyways, can I walk you out?”
You nodded and the both of you headed towards the front
entrance of Midtown High.
You and Peter had parted ways a while back on your journey
home. You felt a little antsy walking alone in Queens, and Peter was reluctant
to leave you alone, but you convinced him that you would be fine. You kept
checking your phone nervously, waiting for Ned to text you back about the plan
for that night. When you looked up, you realized that you didn’t even know
where you were walking anymore. You stopped and looked around. There was an
ominous feeling in the air – the same creepy feeling you got when you woke up
this morning. Something bad was about to happen. You could feel it.
You spun around, and just as you did, you saw a winged
creature swooping down to grab you. The last thing you saw before you blacked
out was a pair of mechanical talons gripping your shoulders.
When you woke up, your vision was blurry. You tried to sit
up, but when you did, your body was wracked with pain. You fell back to the
ground and hit your head on the pavement, worsening your anguish. When you
reached back to cradle it, you felt something warm and sticky on your hands.
You tried to lift your other arm, but couldn’t. You tried and failed to move your legs as well. You didn’t know what happened to you, but you knew that it was bad. You
lay still, waiting for the pain to stop when you saw a blurry figure running to
“Y/N!” You heard the figure scream, and you knew at once
that it was Peter.
But you were out before you could even say his name.
The first thing you heard before you opened your eyes was
the steady beeping of the heart monitor next to you. The next thing was worried
voices speaking next to you.
“She’s going to be alright, kid. It’ll take her a while to
get there, but she’s going to be alright.”
“You don’t get it, Tony. I let this happen. Me. This whole thing is my fault.”
As soon as you recognized the second voice as Peter’s, you
knew you had to open your eyes for him. It took all of the strength in your
body, but finally your eyes fluttered open. You tried to say something
comforting to him, but nothing came out. Instead, you made a grunting noise and
tried to reach out for him.
Peter immediately kneeled down next to you and put an arm on
“Y/N? Are you okay? Wait, no, don’t try to talk. Or move.
Just…thank god you’re okay.”
“P…Peter. W-what…happened?” You struggled to ask.
Peter just stared at you with a pained expression.
“It’s…complicated. You got hurt. But you’re going to be okay
You turned your gaze to Tony Stark, who was standing
sullenly in the corner of the room.
“Why is he here? Where am I?”
Tony stepped forward and gripped the footboard of your
“You’re in Avengers Tower. In the medical bay.”
“What? Why aren’t I in a real hospital? Where’s my parents…?”
You shifted uncomfortably under your sheets, trying to sit
up, but stopped abruptly and groaned when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs.
Peter pressed gently on your shoulder to keep you from moving.
“I wouldn’t do that, Y/N.”
“Why am I here? And where are my parents?” You asked again sharply,
starting to fully regain your voice.
“Your parents are on their way here. And, uh, you’re here
because… well, because…”
“Because Peter reached out to me for help when he found you.
We’ve got the best and brightest working here. You’re in very good hands,” Tony interrupted.
“Yeah, exactly. Plus he offered to keep you here for free so
your parents won’t have to pay any medical bills. He’s been really helpful with
all of this.”
You relaxed back into your pillows, staring at Tony with a
“Thank you, Tony,” you mumbled, not buying that that was the
“No problem. Any friend of Peter’s is a friend of mine. I
should go, but Peter here will take excellent care of you. It was a pleasure to
meet you, Y/N. I’m just sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”
With that, he patted Peter roughly on the shoulder, gave him
a look over the rim of his glasses, and walked out the door.
“What was that about?” You questioned Peter.
“Nothing. It’s fine.”
He put both of his elbows on the edge of your bed, balling
his fists together and resting them against his lips. He was thinking very hard
“Peter… don’t think for one second that I’m going to give up
asking about what’s going on. I’m not stupid. I know something bad happened,
and I need to know what it was,” You croaked.
Peter looked into your eyes, and you could tell he knew you were right. He had to tell you, no matter how hard it was for him. He sighed loudly and got up to pull up a chair beside you.
“Okay. Uh, I don’t really know how to say this…but, uh, you
were attacked. By The Vulture. Do you know who that is?”
You furrowed your eyebrows, searching your brain for any
prior knowledge you had of who that could be. When you finally remembered seeing
him on the news a few times, you nodded slowly.
“Spider-Man fought him a couple of times, right?”
Peter nodded at the floor, not able to look you in the eyes.
“Ned called me and said you never texted him back. He seemed really worried, so I started walking to your house to see if you were there. And then on the way I saw him… and I found you. Just laying there in an alley. I was so scared. I thought that I was too late. I thought I lost you, Y/N.”
He looked so upset that it took everything in your power not to sit up and wrap your arms around him. Instead, you rested your hand on top of his. It was all you could muster. Peter sniffled a little bit and gave you a weak smile.
“I don’t understand, Peter. What would The Vulture want with me?”
Peter looked up at you and shook his head slowly.
“I…don’t know, Y/N. I’m so sorry.”
He looked like he was almost in as much pain as you, so you intertwined your fingers with his in an attempt to comfort him further.
“Why are you sorry? This isn’t your fault, Peter.”
He smiled again, but he still looked tormented.
“I’m never going to let anything bad happen to you again,” he
whispered, tightening his grip on your hand. “I promise.”
You smiled at him sleepily. Feeling your cheeks beginning to
burn, you cleared your throat and released his hand.
“So…Avengers Tower, huh? Do you think you could get Black
Widow to pay me a visit?”