i posted it on twitter already but this deserves to be in my tagged me


 500 twitter followers on my @getsterekt twitter account! thanks so much guys. here is another fic rec post in honor of u guys.

(fics marked with * are personal faves)

!!!!Before reading any fics PLEASE make sure you take note of the warnings and tags! as some of these fics may include triggering content to certain readers!!!!


i will not give you up this time by stxrxk

  Derek Hale was hard lines and rough skin.

WORDS: 304


RATING: General


to fall in deep by decideophobia

  “the guy i fucked last night woke up this morning, disoriented and looked at me, and said “oh, you’re hot.” and went back to sleep.”

WORDS: 618




They would have loved you by Bellakitse

Stiles finds an old camera in the Hale house, he decides he’s going to find a way to give a little bit of Derek’s family back to him.


“He has nothing left from his family, Peter doesn’t count. No pictures, everything that belonged to them burned, I-I wouldn’t know how to deal if I could never see mom’s face again, we have pictures and family videos and he just doesn’t, I want to try to give something back to him,” Stiles looks up at his dad, embarrassed by his confession.

WORDS: 1282


RATING: General


TLC by  KARIN848

Alternate title: Derek Hale Deserves to Be Loved. Almost 1500 words of self indulgent Derek being cared for by Stiles after fight. Derek Hale deserves to be told that he is loved and he deserves good things. Stiles endeavors to prove that Derek is worthy of his pack and worthy of love.

WORDS: 1396


RATING: Teen and Up


Brad The Douchebag Ex by LadyDrace 

Stiles and Derek bump into Stiles’ shitty ex while Christmas shopping. Derek isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but when Stiles grabs his hand, he just kinda rolls with it.

WORDS: 1436


RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: douchebag ex

**Hey, Babe. by Areiton

It doesn’t happen every time they’re out. But it happens. Enough that he stops thinking it’s strange.

WORDS: 1571


RATING: not rated


here, in the light of day by yodasyoyo

“Go to sleep Stiles,” he mumbles.



They are naked, like, completely naked. As in Stiles’ naked dick is now pressed right up against Derek’s naked thigh. Sleep? Stiles may be exhausted and hungover, but sleep is impossible.

WORDS: 1997


RATING: Teen and Up


The Well Deserved Day of Derek Hale by mackietommo

Derek doesn’t remember the last time he got a good day.

WORDS: 2066


RATING: General


Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

WORDS: 2182


RATING: Teen and Up


Money Honey by paintedrecs

Derek’s a moderately well off businessman who has a soft heart, a rapidly emptying wallet, and a serious problem with dogs, panhandlers, and life in general.

Until Stiles comes along.

WORDS: 2845


RATING: Teen and Up


Five Times Derek and Stiles Wanted the Same Book (And One Time There Were Two Copies) by mikkimouse

“Hey!” Stiles yanked the book back, but the other guy had a firm grip on it. “What are you–”

He trailed off when he set eyes on the leather-clad god with a glare that could strip paint off a car who also had hold of the book.

Stiles gulped, but he didn’t let go. “Hey, dude, I had it first.”

Those powerful black eyebrows bent down further. “Like hell you did.”

WORDS: 2896


RATING: Teen and Up


I’m so in love with you. by beautyinstarlight

When Stiles first says I love you to Derek, it’s a completely ordinary day in their new lives. They aren’t even dating…

Or: The story of when Stiles and Derek both said I love you and beyond.

WORDS: 3510


RATING: General

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Homing Mechanisms by SmallBirds

Magnetoreception: The sense which allows an organism to detect a magnetic field to perceive direction, altitude or location. How birds find their way home.

Stiles returns to Beacon Hills after four years at Stanford, only to find out that Derek has moved back into town. He brings him a housewarming gift. Derek makes food. Things escalate from there.

WORDS: 3741


RATING: Mature


Operation Rescue Sourwolf by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

Derek Hale will not be accused of another crime he didn’t commit. Not on Stiles’ watch.

(What really happened when Stiles used his position as FBI Intern to save Derek’s life.)

WORDS: 4221


RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: violence

When Your Teachers Have No Chill by giantteenwolforgy

Derek’s not his boyfriend, but sometimes it feels like he should be.

WORDS: 4314


RATING: Explicit


How to Pretend You’re Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales by KuriKuri

Stiles likes the anonymity, the security his pseudonym provides. Likes that there are entire forums dedicated to speculating about his identity: his gender, his sexuality, his age.

Of course, there’s one thing they all seem to agree on: he’s some sort of sex god.

Which is really, really awkward, because he’s a twenty-three year old virgin.

(Or: in which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.)

WORDS: 5347


RATING: Teen and Up


Notches in Your Spine by whiskey_in_tea

Stiles is the one who finds them in the first place, Derek’s college applications.

(this fic is restricted so you will need an ao3 account to be able to read it)

WORDS: 8741


RATING: Explicit


The Truth Is by BulletBlaze

  “Well, you should get going then-”
“You could come around some time-”
A pause.
“Wait, what?”
A blush bloomed across Derek’s cheeks, barely visible over the top of his beard. He shrugged again.
“If you wanted to. You could stop by while I’m fixing it up. Help me with some things. If you wanted to.”
“You already said that,” Stiles, the idiot, mumbled in disbelief.
Derek’s blush grew a shade darker.

WORDS: 8851


RATING: Teen and Up

WARNINGS: sheriff has a heart attack

put ‘em together and what have you got? by yodasyoyo

“Oh, bibbidi bobbidi fuck you.”

Unsurprisingly, Stiles’ fairy godmother is a menace.

WORDS: 11,162


RATING: Teen and Up


Keeping Tabs by Cousin Shelley (CousinShelley)

After Erica’s death at the hands of the alphas, Stiles wants to be there for Derek, but Derek just wants to be alone. In the process of waiting him out, Stiles comes up with a plan to stay a step ahead of the alpha pack, and ends up spending lots of quality time with Cora and Peter.

WORDS: 12,896


RATING: Teen and Up


trusting wolves by ourdreamsunfold

In the midst of a werewolf war against the alphas, the Sheriff learns that in a pack, loyalty is earned. And his son works hard enough to earn trust for both him and Derek, and all of their friends. Especially when the pack won’t even admit to liking each other most of the time. The kids are all a work in progress, and the Sheriff is lucky to be there for them. Werewolves and all.

WORDS: 13,572


RATING: Teen and Up


*borders and horizon lines by magneticwave

“Let me do this nice thing for you, Derek, no strings attached,” said nobody ever.

WORDS: 14,833


RATING: Teen and Up


*Help Wanted by Jebiwonkenobi

Nice things begin to happen to Derek Hale and it kind of freaks him out.

WORDS: 15,593


RATING: Teen and Up


Can I Keep You? by wearing_tearing

After practically being raised watching Buffy, The X-Files, and Ghostbusters, Stiles liked to think his reaction to seeing a shimmery shadow resembling a seventeen year old boy floating ten inches above ground and glaring fiercely at him wouldn’t be to let out a high pitch scream, try to karate chop him, and then, when that obviously didn’t work, throw a basketball at him.

A basketball that just went right through the boy’s stomach.

or, the Sterek Casper AU.

WORDS: 16,005


RATING: Teen and Up


Imagine Me And You by callunavulgari

“My name,” the kid tells Derek, sounding amused. “It’s Stiles. I figure if I’m going to wrestle a complete stranger for a pumpkin the least I can do is offer my name afterwards.”

“Stiles,” Derek tries, testing the way the name sits on his tongue. “I’m Derek.”

“Derek,” Stiles breathes, like he’s testing the weight of the name too. He grins, bright and blinding, which Derek guesses means that he likes the sound of it. “I’d offer to shake your hand, but since we almost got to second base a minute ago, I’d say we’re past that point.”

WORDS: 16,080


RATING: Teen and Up


Regression to the Mean by theroguesgambit

There aren’t really words for this. “Sure, dude. Let’s hang out sometime and bond over the fact that our lives suck and we’ve both basically killed a bunch of people by accident” doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue.

Prompt: In the aftermath of 3B, Stiles and Derek learn to trust, learn to fuck, and learn to love themselves, each other, and their pack.

WORDS: 16,580


RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: ptsd (both stiles and derek)

We’ll be Better Around the Second Time by Cantabo

It’s been months. Months of fading contact with the pack. Months of the silent treatment from his father. Months of nothing but himself and the occasional lesson with Deaton to entertain him.

It’s too much, and eventually, Stiles leaves.

For years, everything goes great, until of course his dad gets injured, and he is suddenly forced to deal with people he thought he left behind in his past for good.

OR: Stiles gets pushed out of the pack, hits the road, makes new friends, learns how to grow up, and falls in love.

WORDS: 26,589


RATING: Mature


You Can’t Dodge Stiles Stilinski by stilinskisparkles

“And this is it?” he points at the first girl. “I saw you in first period, you barely bothered to catch any of the balls you were tossed. I’m pretty sure you spent more time on your cell.”

The girl rolls her eyes, and looks completely unashamed of the fact she had her phone out in class. Derek knows Finstock would have stepped on it.

“And you,” he points at the second girl, taller and with eyes that meet Derek’s coolly. “You can’t throw anything worth half a damn. And what are you,” he points at the boy, trying not to look him in the eye, and failing. “A hundred and fifty pounds wet?”

The boy smirks at him, and Derek looks resolutely away. He’s now desperately trying not to picture him wet.

“I can’t work with this.”

WORDS: 27,250


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: underage (nothing sexual happens until stiles is 18 but theres flirting and stuff between stiles and derek while he’s 17) teacher-student relationship

A Perfect Storm by keeperofstories & queenofday

The first time Derek sees him is on the Subway.

The fifth time Derek spots him, the boy has a split lip and an angry alpha threatening him.

(OR: Where Scott is a really bad boyfriend and Derek ends up being Stiles’ hero)

WORDS: 30,848


RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic violence, abusive relationships, domestic violence

Take Me Out To The Ball Game (Or to dinner, I’m easy either way) by Whisper91

In which single-father Derek Hale falls head over heels for his sons’ new Little League coach. Unsurprisingly, it’s all Laura’s fault.

WORDS: 32,556



WARNINGS: so much fluffff (says theres 7/8 chapters finished but im pretty sure its complete as it hasnt been updated in 2 years and the ending of ch7 is super nice and fluffy)

To Each Their Own by SylvieW

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

WORDS: 32,668


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: !!heed the tags!! dub-con, werewolves are pretty much slaves, kate argent warning. abusive kate.

**Ghosts In The Suburbs by Hypocorismm

Stiles gets cursed by a witch and can see dead people. 

WORDS: 37,263


RATING: Teen and Up


You Look Like Bad News (i gotta have you) by standinginanicedress

Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.

Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.

The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.

Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Bravehart and have sex with Derek all over again.

Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.

WORDS: 38,954


RATING: Explicit


***Come with Me and Walk the Longest Mile by  DevilDoll

“Stiles shouldn’t accept rides from werewolves he meets behind abandoned convenience stores.” In which the zombie apocalypse is just one of their worries.

WORDS: 39,275


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: underage

Killer Smile by Black_Calliope

One. Two. Seven. How many times should a killer strike before getting called ‘serial’?

Or the one where Stiles works as a member of a Behavioral Analysis Unit, gets insulted quite a lot, learns that love doesn’t always take the shortest path and cultivates an illicit relationship with a coffee mug. Not necessarily in that order. Also, Boyd has a thing for explosives and Lydia is the most BAMF coroner ever. Derek doesn’t get his spring rolls because he doesn’t deserve them. Neither does Stiles, but that’s another whole story.

WORDS: 51,434


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

**Those Are The Days That Bind Us by  s_a_m

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said,

“It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”

And Stiles broke.

WORDS: 52,171


RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: angst, PTSD, violence, gore, implied/referenced non-con, death of an unborn baby, panic attacks

[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.

Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.

Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

WORDS: 56,551


RATING: Mature


***Safety in Silence by Survivah

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

WORDS: 66,901


RATING: Mature


The More Things Change by KouriArashi

Ten years ago, there was a major war between the supernatural world and the mundane. Now Beacon Hills is cut off and the Argents are in control, and the supernatural creatures are slowly being hunted down. But when Stiles, who was adopted by the Argents after the death of his parents, makes friends with the Hale Pack, things start to change…

WORDS: 80,378


RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Violence

***One life stand by Vendelin

Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it’s getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there’s only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.

All Derek wants is Stiles’s time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It’s the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he’s ever had, and he’s more than happy to sign up.

Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it’s just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

WORDS: 84,278


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: read tags for warnings

Into The Open Air by Acherona & trulywicked

It was a little strange moving back to Beacon Hills. His daughter becoming enchanted with his odd and very attractive neighbor didn’t really help matters.

WORDS: 99,482


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: Violence

Hallowed Grounds by damnfancyscotch

Everything in Beacon Hills is the same when Stiles comes home from college.

Well, except for the fact that he’s a published author now, Scott is halfway across the world with a travelling circus, Erica’s epilepsy has been cured, her boss offers him a job too, and there’s this weird black dog that seems to be following him around just to judge him.

Oh, and the murders, of course.

But other than that stuff… totally the same old BH.

WORDS: 109,578


RATING: Mature

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

WORDS: 121,566


RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: !!Read Tags!!

we’re dating! - simon minter (miniminter)

REQUESTED BY: @cracraforfandoms  

thank you for requesting this idea! yes, i do take requests for any celebrity and youtube creators! if you want to request anything, feel free!

SUMMARY: You’re a famous YouTuber with 10 million subscribers and you’re dating a certain man from The Sidemen. You’re tired of hiding the one-year relationship, so why not collab?

WARNINGS: fluff extreme!


You’re finally ready to do this, Y/N. You’ve wanted to tell your subscribers that you’ve been dating the infamous Miniminter aka your loving boyfriend, Simon. He wanted to collab, so you thought why not just show case that you guys are a couple?

Each night you would see edits of you both saying how (your ship name) is so cute, or fan fiction that ended up to raunchy which made you laugh hysterically.

You were currently at your house that was a few minutes away from your boyfriend’s house with his friends, so the transportation was quite easy. “Babe, are you ready?” You hear your cute boyfriend ask from your couch in the master bedroom whilst you were fixing your hair in the bathroom. 

“Give me a minute, Si!” You say from the bathroom, but then you see him by the door, resting on the side of it gawking you. 

“Damn, how did I get so lucky?” He smiled as he wrapped his long arms around your waist pulling you closer to him. “I don’t know, Simon Minter. I should be the lucky one,” you smile as he kisses your forehead. 

“Let’s get this over with already, I can’t wait for (your ship name) to be public!”

“You’ve seen them too, haven’t you?” He smirked walking behind you to your couch. “Of course I have!”

After preparing your camera making sure it was focused, you finally pressed the record button and plopped down onto your couch which had the perfect lighting as you were about to film in the master bedroom. 

“Hey loves! Welcome back to my channel, how have you been? If you are new to the gang, hit that subscribe button to have some fun with us! Now, I’ve asked you on twitter what video you wanted to see and you wanted a boyfriend tag,” you giggled when you saw Simon making funny faces behind the camera.

“I’ve seen all your tweets guessing who my boyfriend is, and I had quite a laugh, loves!” You then see that Simon hid behind your couch, you knew he would do this… Typical Simon!

“Hey Y/N I found a pound under your couch! Oh, you’re filming! Hi, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Simon aka Miniminter,” he said in his dad voice which made you crack up as he was holding up a scrunched up pound in his hand.

“Yes, Miniminter is my boyfriend! We also made a collab on his channel that you can check in the description below, let the gang send him a bit of love by clicking the subscribe button!”

“I bet all the fans who ship us are on the floor, right, babe?” He smiled as he pulled you closer to him making you sit on his lap, his hand resting on your thigh while the other was wrapped around your waist.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate, Mr. Minter.” You playfully scolded him as he grinned at your sassy remark.

“Well, I don’t care, sugar.” He said as he kissed your nose making you snuggle into him even more. 

“Let’s start!”

“When’s my birthday?” You asked him.

“Easy, (your birthday)! It’s the day my cute little sweetheart was born, I would never forget!”

“Okay, what’s my greatest fear?” You smirked at him, knowing what he’ll say.

“(Your fear), I would always snuggle whenever my sugar gets scared.” He smiled as he kissed your cheek. You then had a lightning round in which he answered all right and had many stories of how you met and funny moments together. 

“The moment you all have been waiting for! To prove that we are together, a little kiss will be placed on my lips,” you giggle as you saw Simon’s eyes sparkle.

He then caressed your cheek, kissing you lightly. The butterflies in your stomach rising again, the kiss was so sweet and gentle. Simon then grabbed both your thighs and pinned you to the couch, kissing you with more passion and dominance. 

Unfortunately, you had to stop which was a bummer for you both.

“The edits will go wild,” he smiled as he kissed your cheek. “Thank you for watching, loves! Leave a like do-” you squealed as you felt Simon’s hands tickling your sides which made you laugh uncontrollably.

“D-own b-elow! B-ye lov-es! Have a good d-ay! Sim-on s-stop! Pl-e-ase!” You stuttered as he continued to tickle your sides and stomach. 

“For a kiss?”

You then grabbed his face and kissed him lightly, then letting go to properly end the video. “Leave a like down below, and always remember that I love you all! Goodbye, loves!” You ended the video and pressed the record button, closing your camera.

“That was fun!” He smiled as he hugged you tightly. You then filmed a video for his channel which consisted of beating him in FIFA, but you knew that he let you win.

You started editing, and half way through, Simon made you your favorite sandwich while smothering you with kisses. You kept protesting that you wanted to finish, but you couldn’t help kissing him back. 

“Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Once you finally posted the video, you and Simon’s phones buzzed like crazy.

@/fangirl1 - oHMYGOD, THE SHIP YES!

@/fangirl2 - did you see the way hE LOOKED AT HER THE WHOLE VIDEO OMG!

You both laughed as everyone was shocked with your public relationship, their tweets going crazy and your mentions rising and exploding like fireworks.

“I knew it was going to be crazy,” he smiled as he snuggled into you since you were taking the role of the big spoon this night.

“Sleep baby girl, you’ll be needing it.” He said in the dark and put your phone on the bedside table holding you tighter. You smiled thinking what did you do to deserve such a loving man. You then slept a peaceful sleep with your boyfriend snoring lightly on your stomach. 

fortune’s fool: peter parker II

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) Each part can be read individually or as a series!

requested: nope

Words: 2000+

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of drinking, mentions of death

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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2. Understanding-

21 year old Peter, 19 year old reader

She woke with her head buried in stark white sheets, a rhythmic thrumming pounding against the base of her skull as she tried to gather her thoughts. She was definitely not in her own room, but the scent that surrounded her cocooned body was a familiar one, and the easy, measured breaths that she could hear from beyond her wall of pillows was a symphony she’d learned by heart.

With a groan, she turned on her side and pushed away the pile of blankets that separated herself from her best friend’s body. His bare chest rose and fell, faint puffs of air escaping his slightly-opened mouth every so often. Soft curls fell across his peaceful face that lay smooth and unwrinkled as he slept.

This wasn’t the first time that she’d woken up in the same bed as Peter Parker. It was, however, the first time she’d found herself naked and twisted in his sheets. She couldn’t say that she was surprised. They’d been the closest of friends for over a year now, and they both knew that some sort of consummation of their friendship was inevitable.

It didn’t worry her. She knew that what had happened wasn’t serious, and therefore, that nothing about their relationship would change. She knew that Peter knew that, too.

That’s why it happened, she supposed. Because they both knew it wouldn’t ruin anything. It was bound to happen some day, anyway. Instead of worrying, she was content to lay in the peaceful silence until Peter woke up and they’d have to talk.

She breathed in the cool morning air that blew through the slightly opened window and caused the sheer white curtains to flutter. The rest of Manhattan was surely awake by now, evidenced by the honking of horns and shouting from street corners. This was what she loved most about Peter’s apartment. The building was squished between another apartment complex and a multi-level shopping center, which was all smack in the middle of the bustling city, one that she’d come to love, perhaps even more than her own home of Long Island.

His own space, however, was a simplistic haven that was just so him that she found herself spending more time at his place than her own home.

“Just move in already,” is what he’d said once on a warm morning after she’d slept over for the fourth night in a row.

“No, you’d get sick of me!” she’d laughed. He disagreed, but they never spoke about it again. Still, she continued to spend days on end flitting between his kitchen and his sofa and his bedroom, working on her own things, simply coexisting with Peter and not depending too much on his presence to get her own stuff done.

Most often, she could be found sitting on his bed with her textbooks and notes spread around her, all marked in her own code of colored highlighters as she studied or worked on homework while Peter sat at his desk, focused intently on his own work and typing away madly on his laptop, stopping only to remind her to stretch or drink some water or grab a snack. That was just Peter, though; the caring guy she’d met over a year ago who had saved her from days of hauling boxes and who still cared more than anybody else and always thought of her needs before his own.

She loved him, she guessed, but in the purest of ways. She couldn’t stand to lose him, and he felt the same way, because they both knew that the ease of their relationship was not a common thing. They never actively sought anything more from one another, believing that if something was meant to happen, it would happen. For now, they both coveted the freedom they had to see other people, and the knowledge that they still had the other to come back to and laugh about awkward dates and terrible hookups with.

“It’s easier this way,” she’d said. “I don’t want to start anything if I can’t commit my whole being to you.”

“I agree,” was his reply. ‘We both love this whole ‘young college student’ phase too much for us to really be able to give everything to one another like we deserve. Besides, as long as I’ve got you as my best friend, I couldn’t really ask for more.”

Then they’d smiled, Peter with that bright, dazzling thing that you could see from miles away, and her with something soft and shared with him, like a secret she seemed to reserve only for Peter, and then they turned back to their work which had been abandoned only minutes ago.

Sighing softly, she let her eyes trace over Peter’s still-sleeping figure. She wished, sometimes, that they’d met ten years later, when she knew who she was and what she wanted, and she’d be able to love him fully like he deserved. She still wasn’t expecting more from him, but she think it might have been better, knowing their intentions from the beginning.

She didn’t know, though, if he’d be her same Peter. His “after school hobby”, as he’d called it, wasn’t easy on him. She’d seen how much it changed him, even within the short year that they’d known each other. He was more quiet, more self aware. He’d seen horrors and faced death, and there was no one who really understood it, that he was still a kid that had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She did her best to listen when he needed her to, when days were dark and he just needed to get things off his chest. He’d told her about Liz and the Vulture and the homecoming night that happened so long ago that changed him forever. He told her about the innocent people that he could’ve, would’ve, should’ve saved, but let their lives slip through his fingers, and how each one weighed heavily on him, every one of them a cold, unbeating heart that couldn’t speak the words of condemnation that he knew they should. He told her about his visits to the graveyards around his city where he stood before their graves and cried tears that he didn’t deserve to cry and apologized profusely, knowing that his words would do nothing to bring them back.

And she would listen. She would let him cry onto her shoulder while she ran soothing fingers through tangled, sweat soaked curls, easing that beautiful mind in its state of turmoil. And then he would push his face deep into her chest while she cradled his head and pressed soft kisses to his hairline while his body racked with sobs.

Who would he be without her? He couldn’t be like this with Ned, couldn’t confide in him like he did with her. MJ would tell him to take his feelings out on the punching bag that hung in the back room of his apartment. He couldn’t even begin to talk to May about it in fear of worrying her half to death. She knew that. She knew everything. And so she became his rock, his unmovable force that he knew would always, always be there for him.

If she wasn’t though? Who would he confide in? Who would ease his pain and help him carry his burden? If it had been ten years later, who knew that he’d even be alive? That there was even a possibility of them meeting at all?

He’d certainly be different. Not the same shining light that she’d come to know so well. Knowing him, he’d let him get lost in his selflessness, his need to be a hero, and push himself further and further into this other version of himself. She didn’t ever want to meet this version of Peter, and so she fought to keep him Peter and not just Spider-Man.

So far, she thinks she’s doing alright. He’s still paranoid at times, always checking over his shoulder, wrapping a protective arm around her waist when they’re out late, but he’s also trying, she knows. He visits Aunt May every weekend, takes a trip to Uncle Ben’s grave once a month, hangs out with his friends regularly. She thinks he’s doing great, all things considered.

Peter began to stir on his side of the bed, a soft groan emitting from beneath the protection of the covers. He rolled over to face her, opening one eye slowly and allowing himself to adjust to the bright light that was now streaming through the window.

“Whatimezit?” he mumbled, pushing his head up to eye her unclothed body. “Wha’d we do last night?”

“We had sex,” she spoke bluntly, giving him a small shrug. “We can talk about it, if you want.”

“Rather not, actually,” he groaned, pushing his head back into his pillow. “How much did I drink?”

“Well, you took three tequila shots straight out of the gate then shotgunned a beer and I kind of lost count after your fifth mixed drink, so I’d say you were sufficiently smashed by the end of the night. Not that I was any better, mind you,” she recalled, stomach churning at the thought of that last beer.

“I feel like absolute shit,” Peter grumbled, face muffled by the fabric of the pillowcase.

“You look it,” she joked, scooting over so they were shoulder to shoulder, pressed together like sardines.

“Hey, not nice,” he pouted, turning his neck so their faces were mere inches away from each other. He smiled at her, breathing in as he spoke again. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” she responded. “We’ve talked about this before. As long as none of our feelings have changed, I think that we can both move past this.”

“Good. Now who’s making breakfast? Because I really don’t wanna get up right now, but if I don’t have something drenched in grease and hopefully some sort of cheese, my stomach will start eating itself,” Peter remarked, kicking her leg lightly under the sheets.

“Not me! I made you dinner before we left last night,” she answered, returning his kick.

“Let’s just order something in and that way we can stay in bed until it arrives,” he suggested.

“Fine, but you’re paying,” she insisted, and he agreed, allowing the peaceful silence to fall upon them again.

“I’m glad you’re my best friend,” he remarked after the silence settled, pulling her body closer to his with one hand.

“Don’t let Ned hear you say that,” she cautioned teasingly. She knew that Peter’s relationship with Ned was different than the one they had, but was still just as strong, and probably even stronger considering their history. She didn’t mind sharing his attention. She loved Ned just as much as Peter, and she was glad that he still had a close friend from home that always had his back no matter what.

“Ned knows it’s true. He doesn’t mind, I think. Ever since he and MJ picked up those jobs at the Rec Center, they’ve been closer than ever. Now they both gang up on me rather than just MJ,” Peter whined.

“To be fair, though, you deserve it more often than not,” she joked, nudging his shoulder.

“That’s probably true,” he sighed. “Anyway, I meant it. You’re the best person I know. Thank you,” he stated, reaching down to squeeze her hand.

“Thank you,” she responded. “You’ve done so much for me Peter. I’m so lucky to have you.” She smiled and squeezed his hand back, her grin only growing when he leaned over to press a kiss against her forehead.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“One of us should really put some clothes on before we freak out this delivery guy,” Peter mused quietly, not moving at all.

“Yes, one of us should definitely put clothes on and get the food right now,” she looked at him pointedly.

Fine,” he grumbled, sliding out of bed and pulling a pair of flannel pants on while she watched him in amusement, following his movements until he was out the door. Yes, she certainly was lucky to have Peter in her life.

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hello friends!! i’m back after my on and off semi-hiatus, and here to spread some love and appreciation for my wonderful mutuals with my first ever mutual appreciation post 😊

to all of you: thank you for putting up with my shenanigans and following me back. i love you all, even if we have never talked! some of you have been here since i was @mysoftae, and i wanna say thank you for sticking around despite my transition into a more jin-centered space. you all have high quality blogs, but are even higher quality people and ily all ❤️ 

🌈: you are a gem, thank you for being you

✨: you have brightened my days/you’re a fave

💌: you have a special message under the cut

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6 months

2 years. 2 years in a relationship with Nash, just to break up over text message because of the pictures of him and another girl. He was on tour and cheating on you.

You’ll admit, the first week, you laid in bed crying. You were heartbroken. He was your first true love, after pizza of course. But you were so hurt. He said he loved you, but his actions showed otherwise.

In the messages, he said it was an accident. A one time thing. She was just a fan and things just happened. He didn’t mean it. He loved you.

Lie after lie after lie.

The second week you were still upset, but you moved from your bed now. You found yourself mostly playing sad songs and drowning your pain in the bottom of a tub of ice cream. Not the healthiest way to cope, but you were doing okay.

The third week you were finally realizing that he didn’t deserve your tears. You saw his tweets, Instagram pictures, snapchat stories, he was out having the time of his life it seemed. He was out on dates with other girls already. Out partying with the guys. He was happy, so why weren’t you?

The forth week rolled around and you decided you were done. You finally got rid of that box of stuff you had of his under your bed. Your burned the love letters, threw away all the gifts he bought you, like the teddy bear from Valentine’s Day. The minion he won from a carnival game the night he took you on your 4th date. All of it. You were finally ready to move on.

Now, here you are, 6 months post break up, hanging out with your new boyfriend, Beau at his place.

You guys met at the gym (since drowning your sorrows in ice cream did nothing for your figure) a month after your breakup and really clicked. Granted he gave you all his lines that day, it was his sense of humor that made you agree to going out to lunch with him the next day, and well, the rest is history. That was 5 months ago though.

Now here you are, head over heels for the biggest goof you knew. He constantly made you laugh, and his brothers, Luke and Jai, same age as you, were suddenly your best friends. You spent at least 4 days out of the week with Beau, the other 3 you were just busy with work.

You were currently at Beau and the rest of the boys place in LA, cuddled up on his bed watching a movie. You couldn’t deny that you were tired. You were up early this morning for a photoshoot, and you didn’t get home until late last night.

You did some modeling, and you had to admit you did love it. You noticed how 3 months after your break up though, any picture you would post you saw Nash would like it. No big deal, since you did get like 200,000 some likes on a picture, but still.

And he would indirect you on twitter a lot. Or at least he has lately. He’s tweeted ‘don’t ever let go of someone who was once all about you’ and ‘my only regret was hurting you so much it made you leave.’ Of course there were several others, and people always tagged you in the tweets, but you paid no attention.

You were happy with Beau. He made you feel beautiful. Loved. Everything. You loved being around him. You honestly couldn’t even picture being with anyone else now. You wanted nothing more than to just be with Beau. Like, he was your happiness.

That night you didn’t have to work, and you didn’t have anything for the following morning, so as usual you stayed with the boys, a habit that seemed to be starting. You cooked them dinner, which they were grateful for, and then watched them play fifa. Jai and Luke versus Beau and Skip.

Around 11:30 you decided to head to bed, knowing those four would be up for hours. Beau did pause the game though to ‘tuck’ you into bed, which only led to you guys making out for like 15 minutes before Jai screamed from downstairs for Beau to ‘hurry up and finish’ since ‘everyone knows you can’t last that long anyway’

You stayed up though, watching a movie from bed, cuddling with Hamlet. You were watching the lion king, and you couldn’t help but snap a pic of you and Hamlet. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs, cuddles, and the Lion King? You posted the photo on twitter and Instagram and then locked your phone and then focused on the movie.

Nash was on twitter, and was guilty of having your tweet notifications on, along with you Instagram ones as well. He was over at the boys house, and they had just finished a game of hoops, everyone taking a break and checking their phones.

He had a notification of yours from twitter and Instagram. Checking twitter he saw it. The picture you had taken while over at Beaus. He immediately exited out and checked your Instagram post, only to see the same picture. He admits, it was a great pic of you. You looked great, even for it being 11:30 at night.

“another night with the actual love of my life Hamlet” and it had Beau fuckin Brooks tagged in the caption, and the picture itself.

“that’s the third fucking night in a row.” He mumbled, locking his phone. “the third fucking night in a row she’s spent at his house.”

“bro chill, they are dating, it’s not like she’s cheati- never mind.” Johnson spoke, catching himself from saying something terrible.

“like I don’t fucking know that. I know they’re fucking dating. Everyone fucking does. Who doesn’t know about the hottest model dating the Australian prankster. I mean, if you didn’t just go on any fucking site. Twitter, where her fans and his fans and half the other people in the world talk about how perfect they are. How much they ship them. Or even look at their profiles. They do nothing but fucking tweet about one another, tweet one another and fucking post pictures of them together all the damn time.” Nash went off. He was pissed. He didn’t like that you were this happy with someone that wasn’t him.

Because just a few months ago that was you guys. People were shipping you guys. You were tweeting about one another, tweeting pictures of each other, posting all kinds of pictures together, tweeting one another.

“bro, can’t you just be happy for her? I mean, don’t you want her to be happy?” Johnson, the man of wisdom spoke again. Everyone else just kinda put in their own little inputs, but Johnson was the only one to make you realize anything.

“Yeah I want her to be happy. But I want her to be happy with me. I want her to be posting pics of us, not her and someone else.”

“yeah, well you kinda ruined that didn’t you?” Johnson fired back. Everyone was shocked he said it because well, yeah everyone knew Nash cheated, but since it happened no one talked about it. Not that they were scared, but simply that it was just kinda understood. Everyone knew what went down, no need to discuss it

“Johnson.” Nash practically growled. Everyone could tell he was ready to punch Johnson for bringing it up.

“no Nash listen. You fucked up. Big time. You had a fucking dime, and to be honest with you, if it wasn’t for bro code, the second you two broke up I would’ve gone after her. I’m not gonna lie, I still talk to her, hang out with her. She’s great, and she loved you so much. But you fucking took her for granted and lost the best damn thing that ever came your way.” Johnson spit.

“you don’t think I know that? I know I messed up okay.”

“I know, but I still don’t think you get it. Yeah you messed up. You treated her like shit while you were on tour. Empty conversations, hardly ever talking to her. I think there was seriously like 2 weeks when you didn’t even bother to respond to her? But she fucking stuck by you. She way faithful as shit. And then you go and cheat on her? With a fan? You know they can’t keep their damn mouths shut. And after that breakup sure you were feeling great. Free. Nothing could stop you. Nothing was holding you back. Now here we are, 6 months later, she’s moved on, and now’s when you start caring. She’s your ex and all and you should want nothing but the best for her since you couldn’t give it to her.”

“I don’t need this.” Nash said, walking off inside, where he found Nate and Sammy drinking and smoking. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and started drinking, giving up on basketball and now all of the guys essentially just having a small party.

A bottle of vodka, and like half a blunt later Nash was just a mess. He excluded himself from everyone else inside laughing, having the time of their lives. He went outside, sitting on the edge of a cement wall. He scrolled through your guys’ old photos he still had on his phone. His thoughts eating him alive. He couldn’t stand this.

He missed you.

He missed making you laugh, the way your eyes would squint and your nose would scrunch up as you tipped your head back. He could no longer do that to you, he could no longer make you laugh. Now it was Beau who made you laugh. And that hurt him, so much. Your laugh was his favorite sound.

He missed the way you would cuddle up next to him. How you would throw your leg over his body and your arm across his chest and snuggle up real close to him. How you would nuzzle your head in his side. How perfect you and he fit together.

Or the way you would skip through the house, just humming or singing. His shirt draped over your body, and your little knee high socks, and nothing else. It was his favorite sight. He loved nothing more than trudging out of bed in the morning to find you in the kitchen singing. He loved walking up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck, telling you how great last night was. He cringed at the thought of Beau and you being the same way.

Then the thought of you and Beau being intimate in anyway. Doing anything sexual. He started to think about all the things you used to love in the bedroom. How you loved when he would pin you up against the wall. How rough he could get, but how he could slow it down, putting all his love into every deep thrust. How you would squirm when he kissed that spot, right below your ear. Or how you loved to suck him off before anything. The foreplay. How much you loved to be on top, or how you loved when he hit it from the back.

Thinking of you and Beau doing any of that together was enough to set him off. He had a new message open to you, he just didn’t have any idea what to say. His thoughts were all jumbled, and the alcohol gave him all the confidence he needed. No matter how sloppy his thoughts were one thing was clear. He missed you, and he wanted to let you know that.

To (y/n): I miss you.

And after he sent it, he waited. Messages still open. Hope of any contact from you started to fade as 15 minutes had passed and you still hadn’t even opened it. His thoughts started to come back, and he thought about how much he missed falling asleep next to you every night, and waking up with you every morning.

He was about to type another message but then he saw the little bubble pop up and eagerly awaited your response.

Beau had just came upstairs into his room to get ready for bed when you got a new message. Rarely ever getting a message at midnight, you were quite curious as to who it would be. The only person you ever talked to this late was either your best friend, or Beau. And since your best friend was out of state, in a different time zone for the week, you knew it wasn’t her, plus you guys only talked late when it was an emergency. And considering you were with Beau, it couldn’t be him.

“who’s that?” Beau asked, emerging from the bathroom in his boxers, a sight you quite enjoyed.

“no idea.” You replied, reaching over to the night table and checking your phone.

You unlocked your phone, only to see something you did not expect at all. A new message from the last person on earth you expected.

“it’s uh, it’s from Nash.” You said, shocked.

Beau climbed into bed, pulling you into him so you guys were spooning.

“like your ex Nash? What did he say?”

“yeah him. And he just said he missed me. I’m not even going to reply. I’m just going to go change my number in the morning.” I said, clicking out of my messages.

“no don’t. I know it’s not ideal, but I mean, you should text him back. You know, give him some closure or something.” Beau smiled.

“you’re not mad?”

“why would I be? I mean, I’ve got you now. Even though he fucked up, he still deserves some closure. Thing about it babe, this is the first you guys have talked in like 6 months.”

“okay. You’re the best. I love you.” You smiled, turning and kissing his lips lazily.

To Nash: It’s been 6 months Nash. I think you’re fine.

From Nash: I’m not fine. These past 6 months hae been hell. I miss you so muvh babt.

“he’s drunk.” You told Beau.

“drunk or not, he still has feeling babe. Just, let him say what he has to say. I know this is what you’ve wanted for months now.”

“what have I wanted?” you asked, confused. You didn’t want anything from Nash. You loved Beau now, so you were confused.

“you want answers, and now’s your chance to get some.”

To Nash: well, that’s not really my problem.

From Nash: I knoww. I mesaed up

To Nash: can I ask you something.

From Nash: of course.

To Nash: okay, firstly. Why’d you do it? Were you not happy with me? Cause if not, you should have broke up with me before.

From Nash: no. fuck no. I was happy with you. It’s just on tour I felt held back. Like everyone else was out having great times and I just felt like I couldn’t cause of yoi.

To Nash: you could have just talked to me, instead of ignoring me and then cheating on me.

From Nash: I know. Can I ask  you something.

To Nash: sure.

From Nash: are you happy? With bo ? nd evrithing else in oyur life?

To Nash: Beau* but yeah. I am happy with him. And my modeling is really taking off.

From Nash: I’m glad your work iz good. Bo is lucki

To Nash: Beau*

From Nash: right. I’m sorry.

To Nash: it’s fine. Lots of people spell it wrong.

From Nash: no. not for the name. For everything else. For the lies, and cheating. I regret it all. I still care about you, but if you’re happi then I’m happi for you.

To Nash: why?

From Nash: I already told you. I felt held back.

To Nash: no, not that. Like why now? Why are you apologizing now? 6 months later? I wanted an apology like a week after, maybe a month, but 6 months later? I thought maybe we could be statistics, remain friends after the breakup, but 6 months later?

From Nash: it’s just. I wanted to be friends. I just needed to figure things out.

To Nash: by sleeping with other girls?

From Nash: that makes it sound bad.

To Nash: cause it was bad Nash. It hurt so much knowing while I was laying around hurting, you were out, happy as can be.

From Nash: funny.

To Nash: what’s funny about that?

From Nash: no, not that, it’s just funny how things change.

To Nash: what do you mean?

From Nash: it’s funny how now, I’m the one hurting, and you’re happy as can be.

To Nash: what?

From Nash: It hurts knowing you’re falling asleep in someone else’s arms, and waking up next to them every morning now…

Q+A For ConcertTeamup

Hello everyone! I hope some of this clear things up. I understand some are a little confused on how this all works! Remember I am always here if you have any questions or concerns, please send them through messages or on ask! Lots of to you all! x

Q:   “Is this legit?”

A: Yes, I want this all to be as safe as possible for fans. We don’t scam and we don’t lie.

Q: “I’m selling a ticket, how do I do this?”

A: You have already done what you need to do! All I need to know is that you have one (or more) available for purchase! I will then find you someone to match with, as soon as possible. 

Q: “How do I send a request or submission for a ticket/s?”

A: Simple! Send them through ask or messaging! Both are available and open. Submitting makes it a little difficult to answer you directly though.

Q: “What should I send for the request for tickets?”

A: Just tell me what show you are wanting to attend to, and how many tickets you need, also if you need a specific ticket. It is nice to know your age, your name also how much you are offering but that is totally optional for you to tell me.

Q: “How do I get ‘Matched’” 

A: Simple, pretty much once I find a ticket, and if you are chosen. I tell you who you have been matched with. I will also then tell you that you should contact each other for how you want it all to be arranged. I don’t want to intrude on your details so I leave the communication aspect to be completely up to you two.

Q: “I have been matched and am talking to the seller/buyer and we need help”

A: I am always here to help you guys in any way that I can.

Q: “I have been matched but i’m getting a strange vibe”

A: I’m very sorry to hear that. We want this to be as safe and easy as possible. If you for some reason feel that there is something shady coming from your seller/buyer, please let us know immediately. I will ask you to share what you think might be happening. I will then talk to the two of you to sort it out. It will then be asked to the seller for proof by photo and/or video of the ticket/s. If you still feel that there may be more going on, I will gladly find you someone else that you feel safer with. Although, there is a very slight chance that you will be scammed, as I talk to all of you before you are matched and make sure that you have good intentions. 

Q: “I already have tickets, I just don’t want to go alone”

A: That is totally understandable, and congrats on getting tickets! I will try and find someone to match you with as soon as possible so you have someone to attend the show with. 

Q: “How do I pay once I have been matched?”

A: I leave this up to the two of you to decide as people have different requirements. Although I know you can send the payment through Ticketmaster, Paypal, Bank Transfers, etc. But again the decision is totally up to and what works best for you and your seller/buyer. Im always here if you need any assistance. 

Q: “How do I send the tickets to the buyer?”

A: As of right at this moment, nobody has their physical tickets as its only been about 36 hours since tickets sold out. But in the future you are able to connect with each other on Ticketmaster to transfer tickets, without any costs and also safely. You can also mail tickets as an option, but we all know that shipping physical items may get lost in delivery. Again this is totally up to the buyer/seller, which ever method works best for the two of you is important. Im always here for help.

Q: “I have been matched, and have successfully gotten my tickets, but I no longer need them”

A: Thats totally fine! I will find someone for you to match with! You now take on the role as a seller. 

Q: “I have been matched to a seller, but I don’t need the ticket/s anymore”

A: Sorry to hear that! We will then find someone else for the ticket/s”

Q: “Will you let us know if you have any available?”

A: Yes of course! As soon as I have some available, you will all be notified. I recommend turning our posts notifications on. You can do this by going on my home page and selecting the person shaped icon in the right corner, once selected there should be a “Get Notifications” button. Click that. There will then be a lightning bolt next to the icon to confirm. I am always here for help if you are confused. 

A: “Can I be added to the ___ list”

Q: Yes, although there is no waiting list. Once I let you guys know that there is a ticket available, I will also tell you a specific word (Example: “Green”, “Pink”, “Sweet Creature”) Send me the word that I ask for that is linked to that ticket, and you will be added to a list that will help me randomly draw one of you for the ticket. I want it to be as fair as possible. If you guys prefer a waiting list, please let me know. I want all of you to get a chance. 

Q: “How do I get chosen for tickets, is there something I can do”

A: Demand for tickets is very high at the moment. Send me a request, and also keep on the look out for my posts. I don’t choose for who I think deserves it more, I think you all deserve a chance and a ticket. I don’t single people out if they believe in specific ‘ships’ or if they just created a blog that day. We all support the same person/people and I think thats very important, so no at this moment there is no special way to get a ticket. In the future there may be a list, but no I want this to be as fair as possible. If you disagree or have another opinion, please let me know again I want what works best for all of you! 

Q: “I didn’t get any tickets the last time you had some available”

A: Don’t give up, there will be more to come. It’s only been two days and I have already been able to match people. Just keep your eyes peeled on my account. 

Q: “How much time do people have to be entered on to the list for the  ______ show?”

A: After I notify you all that I have a ticket available. Im giving you all 12 hours to send me the specific word. Please keep in mind that may change depending on if the seller will allow this much time. 

Q: “You didn’t reply, was I not on the list?”

A: If you sent me the word in the correct time, you would have been on the list. If I don’t answer its because I have quite a few messages, but don’t worry nobody is going unnoticed. I see all. 

Q: “Do you have the ticket physically”

A: No, I dont. A direct you to someone who does and is safe/reliable. 
Think of me as a manager. 

Q: “If you manage to get tickets, will the name change to yours?”

A: No, I don’t think the name will change. As far as I’m aware the person who first bought the ticket will have their name on it. 

Q: “Where exactly are you getting the tickets from”

A: Either someone has come to me saying they have some for sale, or I look for them myself through other platforms. 

Q: “For example, if I was able to get a ticket to the Sydney show with your help, will there be a problem when I show them the ticket at the venue…? Because I heard several people saying that they may not let you in if it doesn’t have your name on it or something like that?”

A: From what I’ve heard is that its different for every place. Some people will only be allowed access if the person who originally bought the tickets is there with ID for proof. This is where we get the name ‘concertTeamUp’. So if someone is selling a ticket the buyer can tag along with the person who has their name on the ticket. This way you will be “Teaming Up” and going to the show together. Although some places also don’t need for the person who originally bought the ticket with their name on it to be there. I would suggest calling and/or emailing the venue that you are planning to go to. We would hate for someone to get a ticket but not be allowed access. Let us know if you do contact the venues, we can then make a post about the guidelines for each place, if you guys wish. 

Q: “If I am matched but I don’t respond right away, will it be given away to someone else?” 

A: No. I will wait for your response. If you don’t need the ticket anymore I will give it to someone else though. 

Q: I sent a message but Im not sure you got it, you didn’t reply.”

A: Most cases I have seen it, I just haven’t had the chance to reply. I will get back to you as soon as I can. Again, I didn’t realize my blog would be noticed as much as it is. So don’t panic, I do see all.

Q: “I’m still confused”

A: Thats totally okay! Message me and I will try my best to help you understand! 

Q: “Are you selling two tickets at a time to one person?”

A: I understand people need more than one ticket, so I will try my best for you. If I have two available and you are chosen, you may be in luck.

Q: “Will you tell us details about the ticket?”

A: Normally I will tell you the amount of tickets, the place and the price. Its up to the seller on how much information is to be posted. 

Q: “Are trades available?”

A: Yes! Absolutely!

Q: “I don’t have very many places to share your blog.”

A: That is totally fine! You are not obligated to share my blog. This also does not effect your chances of being chosen for a ticket. 

Q: “Where should I share your blog?”

A: It’s completely up to you! Twitter is a good way, but honestly any form of sharing is good and very appreciated! Please don’t feel pressured though.

Q: “Are there groups of people that I can tag along with?”

A: Yes! I can find you a match! Also feel free to try and start one! Let me know if you do! 

Q: “I know people looking for and buying tickets, should I tell them about you!”

A: Its up to you! It will definitely help though!

Q: “What cities have you sold to?”

A: I may be wrong but from what I remember its been, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Singapore, and New York. 

Q: ”Are you only selling tickets to certain cities?”

A: Whatever tickets for whatever shows find there way over here they will be posted. Im selling for all shows. 

Q: “If you have already sold a ticket for a show, will that be the only one?”

A: No, when more come they will be posted no matter how many times its been sold before on here.

Again I am trying my absolute best for all of you! I want this to be a place where we can connect to one another as fans. Thank you for submitting and also for paying attention. It truly does mean a lot, fingers crossed that I get you your ticket/s!

I hope this clears up some things! Again, please know Im always available for anything. These were the most asked questions, so If more come at a high rate I could make a Part 2. Also I apologize for the length of this post, I hope it helps though! x

Much love to you all, x


Stamp of Approval III

Here is part three :) so sorry for thewait. I hope I did it justice. I was so worried that I would ruin the first part with the second part and this one, so thank you guys so much for your amazing response to it! I got so many compliments and so much love, and I smiled so much, all because of you guys! thank you bunches for staying with me through this whole thing and thank you for reading!! here is part three (= !



True to my word, I do wait. I sit against the wall opposite the door she went through and I wait for hours, occasionally knocking again to see if she’s changed her mind. I’m being eaten alive by worry, wondering if it’s really over. Surely she wouldn’t just throw in the towel like that…would she? I wish we could just go back seven hours ago and restart the whole evening. I should’ve kept my promise: “…I’ll be by your side all night”. I laugh humorlessly as I recall the words I told her right before I ignored her for the entire night.

           I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have stood there silently while my friends trampled all over her. And I shouldn’t have even considered their words. I feel dirty all over as I remember the look of hurt and betrayal on her face from earlier this evening. She had already been filled with doubt and insecurity, so to have my friends, some of the most important people in my life, act the way they did was…I bang my head against the wall behind me. I’m the world’s biggest asshole. I don’t even deserve her. But I need her. I’d do anything to win her back.

           I sigh, checking through all of her social media to see if I’m still blocked, which, of course, I am. As I’m scrolling through Twitter, though, one reply in particular catches my eye. It’s a fan account and the profile picture is a picture of Y/N and me from Halloween. She could ignore me, but could she ignore sixteen million others? As the lightbulb in my head goes off, I reach for the keys in my pocket and take the stairs two at a time, too focused to wait for the elevator.



Noticing that it’s been a while since Shawn last knocked, I peer out the peephole. He’s gone. I scoff. So much for waiting for forever.

I sigh and plop down on the couch. I just need time and space to make my own decision; I need to think this over without his influence tugging at me. Deep down, I know I’m being unfair to him by not even letting him try to apologize. I know that I should’ve listened to his side of the story before making such a rash decision and putting him through the wringer like this. But I can’t help it. My heart won’t stop clenching and unclenching painfully and I have a pounding headache from crying too much. The whole day was just a disaster and normally I would go home to Shawn and he’d make it all better, but that’s not in my agenda for right now. I’m overwhelmed with humiliation and betrayal from the events of earlier today, and I know that, even with the most genuine apology on the planet, I will be even more insecure around his friends than ever before. I love Shawn, I really, really do. I love him so much, and, had it only been the disapproval of his friends, I wouldn’t have ever even dreamed of doing what I’d done. I’d have even excused his messy behavior from all day. But I can’t help but think back to the way he’d nodded along and bit his lip as they spoke like he was really pondering their words. Right now, that’s the only thing that’s keeping me from unblocking him and calling him back. I don’t know what to do to fix this. There’s no denying that he was really thinking about their words, and reassurances will only go so far. I sigh helplessly. I don’t know what I need.

Just as another sigh passes my lips, my phone starts going off like crazy. This has only happened before when…Shawn. I bite my lip, almost too scared to look. When I do, it’s dozens of twitter mentions stacking up on top of each other. I hesitantly unlock my phone, tapping the Twitter app. I click on the most recent tag. The screen opens up to a video of Shawn with a guitar and I can’t help the smile that’s tugging at my lips. I play the video.

“Hey, guys. I need to ask a favor: please retweet, repost, and spread this like crazy. I need Y/N to see it. Thanks so much and I love you guys!” At this, Shawn pulls his guitar higher up on his lap and begins to strum slowly. At first the song sounds like our song – the one he wrote for me when we first started dating – and I grow worried that he’s going to share it with the world. It’s too personal; I don’t want other people to hear it, as gorgeous as it undoubtedly is. I let out a sigh of relief though as he changes the tune. This one is unfamiliar and I rack my brain, trying to remember if I’d heard it somewhere but I don’t think I ever have. I close my eyes and listen as he sings. His voice is beautiful and the words are even more beautiful; it’s an apology song. I squeeze my eyes shut to push back any daring tears but, when I open my eyes again, the tears spill anyway. Every post is also accompanied by the same caption:  

“Y/N- I don’t deserve you, but I’m grateful for you everyday. You’re my better half, and I love you so much. ❤️-Shawn”. It’s perfect. It’s subtle enough to not cause a scene but it’s also just what I needed to hear. So I unblock Shawn and click on another few notifications before retweeting one: “@yourtagname your boyfriend is literally an angel”. I think I need to go find my angel. *


“Boyfriend?!” I whisper, not even daring to let my hopes get up. Either way, I take this as a good sign and grab my keys off the table as well as the flowers I had gotten Y/N earlier. I’m just about to turn the knob when someone knocks quietly. I frown slightly, twisting the knob. As soon as the door opens, Y/N flings herself into my arms. I’m startled but wrap my arms around her tightly, pulling her into my chest. She burrows her head into my neck and I kiss the top of her head.

“I’m sorry,” she tells me, and I hear her voice crack a little.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry. It’s my fault,” I reply, squeezing her tighter and lifting her off her feet a little.

She tries to pull out of the hug but I hold her for just a little longer and she giggles. Music to my ears. I finally release her.

“I’m so sorry. Truly. I shouldn’t have let them say what they did, and I definitely should not have thought about it. You have to know that I think so highly of you. I don’t agree with anything that they said. They stopped by just a little bit ago because they wanted to apologize and start over, but I’m still pissed. Anyway, they came to their senses and so did I; I’m going to treasure you like never before and I’m so sorry I didn’t defend you. It won’t happen again. I swear, if you just let me try, give me one more chance-“

Y/N raises her eyebrows and sets her hand on my forearm gently. “Shawn,” she interrupts. I finally take a breath and grab both of her hands in mine. “You can’t take all of the blame for this. I shouldn’t have just run off, and I shouldn’t have cut you out. Should’ve let you apologize in the first place instead of making it into a bigger deal than it was. So I’m sorry too,” she says. My heart lightens.

“Babe…I love you,” I tell her, pulling her back into a hug. She nestles into me and my stomach does cartwheels at the feeling. “God, I missed you,” I add.

I feel her laugh. “I’ve been gone for like five hours, Shawn,” she teases. I laugh lightly. “I know, I know. I just…thought I really lost you. Thought you’d never come home. You are staying, right? You have to stay. Where are your bags?! Are-“

She cuts me off, turning up to look at me. “Aw, babe. Of course I’m staying,” she says, looking at me a little sadly. Then she looks down again. “And I’m sorry I worried you so much.” I tilt her chin up and lean in, pressing my lips against hers for the first time in what feels like way too long. There’s something colorful about this kiss, though. Something to do with the extra sense of appreciation for something I thought I’d never get again. She sighs contentedly. We separate and she smiles up at me.

“Was that you accepting my apology?”

“Only if you accept mine,” I say, winking at her.

She shrugs. “Hmm…not such a hard thing to do,” she grins, reaching up to kiss me again.

Soukoku Fluff One-shot Fic Rec List

First things first, I am probably not in any position to make recommendations; I’m just a Soukoku fluff devotee who has dedicated my whole fandom life to hunting down every single one of them.

I try my best not to read angst (bc I don’t need it; my real life is already too angsty lol) but because this is Soukoku, it’s hard to avoid angst completely. Also, I’m not really into smut, unless it’s woven into a good storyline, or sometimes I just read them because there’s no more fluff :(((((( 

BUT Soukoku fluff is my life because these two just deserve all the happiness you know?? So I just want to share my love for these particular fics and the overflowing happiness they have brought me. So here, here kill yourself with fluff (take note that this isn’t in any particular order).

But first here’s the fluffiest official art for you:

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anonymous asked:

“this fandom is hella toxic already” i haven’t seen anything too bad, yet,,,but i’m definitely starting to get worried about it. i’m lowkey dreading the future, as our fandom grows larger and larger, and negativity and drama increasingly spreads,,,i hope that our fandom continues to be respectful,,,like we were when we first formed

Dude yeah, it was really cool in the beginning and everyone was really nice–but now I don’t usually go through a day without dreading something happening in the tag, whether the person knows it or not. I can’t really excuse myself but I actually see some of my own influence on the fandom and it’s really bad because I voice my opinions a lot, but at the same time, they’re not really coherent and I should really think about posting them before I do and asldkfjas plus I’m the worst when it comes to wording things and it’s taken the wrong way and y i k e s (please always tell me if i’m getting something wrong; just don’t send it disrespectfully please)

And while it’s not really tumblr (mostly twt rip), there are a couple of things on tumblr that,,, yeah

the things I’m referring to is:

  • some jokes are overused and it gets really annoying seeing it clog up in the tag 
  • the jokes are also really insensitive sometimes and it gives a bad image to the fandom
  • to the fact that stray kids are getting hate? like I get hate is a good thing but stop boasting about “predebut kings making your faves shake” because overall, hate still hurts and I don’t want the boys to see it or receive any. or at least so much this early on
  • like they have multiple hate accounts on twitter already spreading false info?
  • there are also a couple of saesangs/those crazy solo stans I forgot what they’re called/racist/etc stans on twitter and it’s scary–but they usually don’t listen anyways so please do. not. interact. if they won’t change their ways REPORT AND BLOCK. they’re most likely doing it for attention
  • not hyping up everyone equally >:( we didn’t get all nine just to hype up the same people even though they deserve it (honestly, i’m so mad about this i’ve lowkey convinced myself to hate everything those members do and i hate myself for it because they don’t deserve that), the other members do as well 
  • sexualization–the explicit ones are definitely a big no, but even just,,,,, remotely sexualizing them is,,, yeah but that’s just me–I do it occasionally, like the suggestive things, but it still feels weird 
  • this fandom is really crazy and it can be fun, but there are just too many people who take it too far and you just have to have more self-awareness, please

I really love the boys and what they do and I’ve met so many amazing people because of it, I don’t want it to get ruined. It’s really mentally draining worrying about this everyday. I’m asking all stans to please be respectful and kind and only give a good image to Stray Kids because they mean a lot to us right? It’s fun and all, but you got to know when to stop. 

Daddy Osterfield pt.1

Purely because I had an idea and I felt like writing because everyone’s been so nice to my first imagine. So enjoy this first part in a story I am so excited to write.

Warnings: none unless you don’t like one night stands or families disowning members.

Word count: 1312.

Tagging: @misshollander1 because you supported me :)

Part 2 is here

Watching your daughter run around, a small smile presented itself on your lips. She seemed so happy, as unaware of all life’s important lessons as she chased after your Dog in the park. The little ones blue eyes blinding you, much like her fathers did on the night you met. For a second you forgot and began to remember how that night progressed.

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So, which one is mine?- Request by Anonymous

Summary- REQUEST BY Anonymous- Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Best friend X Mark were they always have matching hair colors and Amy & Tyler (Readers boyfriend) find it cute and Tyler or Amy posts a pic of the pair while tagging the other (Amy Or Tyler) with the caption “So which one is mine?” Please and thank you!!

Word Count- 778

Pairing- Best Friend!Reader x Mark, Tyler x Reader

Warnings- Fluff, a little angst, breakup

A/n- Thanks, anon, for the awesome request. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it! I don’t usually write Tyler x Reader things, but I tried! And, I gave her ex a cheesy name because I’m too lazy to do anything else. I hope this story does you justice, anon!

Tags- @lapseasteelis @mycuddlycorner @winchester-negan-one-shots @not-moose-one-shots @dannnyphantomm

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I thought I could handle it (DT)

hey guys! here’s a requested imagine for the twins! Unfortunately the original request was deleted but basically its about the hate the reader gets after they are in more and more snapchats/posts and fluffy twin comfort. hope you enjoy! 

Requested by @badwolfgirlatbakerst ILY BBY <3

Warnings: like one curse word lol, hate comments

Word count: 1199

“Y/NNNNN!” Grayson sang as he thrust his iPhone camera in my face, recording a snapchat.

“Gray, stop! I told you I don’t want you to put me on the internet!” My hands flew to my face in an attempt to conceal it.

“Oh, come on,” he whined, lowering his phone finally. “Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes, Grayson,” I sighed, running an exasperated hand through my hair. “I told you, do you know how much hate you would get if your fans thought you were hanging out with a girl? How much I would get? I don’t want you guys getting hurt. And you know I’m pretty tough, but I already have too much on my plate, I don’t need the extra stress.”

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking down at his feet. I sighed, realizing too late that I had hurt his feelings. “Look, it’s not your fault. I know I’m your guy's’ best friend, and you want to show me off.”

I tipped his sharp chin up, looking into those bright hazel eyes. “Ughh,” I groaned, breaking at the sight of those puppy dog eyes. “Fine, If you really want to post something with me in it, you can.” How bad could it be? I could handle it. I was a big girl.

“YES!” He jumped up and down like an overly hyper rabbit. “Can we take an Instagram picture?”

“Sure. But be careful there, sonny, or those sweatpants are gonna come down with all that jumping,” I giggled, shaking my head.

“Bet you wouldn’t mind that to much,” he said, sticking out his tongue and wiggling it.

“You’re disgusting!” I yelled, waving behind me as I made my way into the main floor of the warehouse. He followed not far after me, ready to snap a picture.

A few days later I flopped down on my bed, trying and failing several times to unlock my phone with the fingerprint, and eventually gave up and put in the passcode. Already people had found my Instagram and twitter even though the boys hadn’t tagged me, and I had gained dramatically. I opened the twitter app and scrolled through, trying to avoid the hate comments as best as I could, until one particularly nasty one caught my eye. And then another. And another.

@twitteruser: Ewww wtf is wrong with her? Do you know how many people want to be in her position. Ugly ungrateful slut

@fanacct: she doesn’t deserve to be friends with them

@fanpage: why are they hanging out with someone like her, gross

This was under a repost of the snapchat video Gray had posted of me that day, when I was covering my face.

I almost choked on my own spit. Jesus Christ, how could people be so cruel? They didn’t even know me!

And then I couldn’t stop scrolling, scrolling and scrolling through hate comment after hate comment. My Insta and Twitter were spammed with them, and even though I tried to not let them get to me, of course they did. And soon, the tears began to fall.

Goddamnit, pull yourself together! I snapped at myself. I took a quick shower to try and calm myself down, but to no avail. So what to do now? Call Grayson? No, he would immediately know something was up just based on my voice. E would too; they knew me too well.

I gave a small laugh through my wet cheeks as I thought of how the boys and I had met. I had literally tripped and fallen right into Ethan’s arms, earning the first of many snarky comments his brother would make, “Yo, did you just fall for him?”

We had talked for a few more minutes, and then agreed to keep in touch. And here we are now.

I decided to text Ethan, just to ask if we could talk. What I was going to say, I had no idea.

Y/N: hey E, you up?

It was only a matter of seconds before the three typing bubbles popped up.

Eth: yeah whats up

I typed for awhile, trying to work out what to say, but eventually gave up.

Eth: are you okay? Why did you stop typing

Y/N: oh sorry I’m fine

Y/N: idk why I texted lol nvm

Eth: do u want me and gray to come over

Y/N: no, dont I’m fine

Eth: i can literally tell youre not over text

Eth: best friend brain power

Eth: yee haw

Eth: idk what that was lol

Eth: anyways G and I are on our way

Y/N: ethan stop you don’t need to really im okay

Eth: be there in a few

Fuck. Now I had both twins already on their way to my apartment. I moped around for a few minutes, trying to configure what I would say to them. How would I explain? I was never good at talking about my feelings.

A soft knock on the door woke me from my thoughts, and I went to answer it. I looked like shit, my hair still wet, eyes red from crying, and only in shorts and a sweatshirt that I had nabbed from Ethan’s room when he wasn’t looking, but I honestly didn’t care.

“Hey,” Ethan said brightly as he entered the living room, Gray trailing not too far behind. E immediately pulled me into a hug. “What’s going on, Y/NN?”

I nuzzled into his shirt, smelling his musky scent. “I told you this would happen,” I mumbled.

“What?” Ethan said carefully, gently releasing me and taking me over to the couch.

“I told you guys this would happen. I thought I could handle it, but I guess not.” I scrubbed at my eyes and tear-streaked face.

“What happened?” Gray reiterated, sitting down on the other side of me and taking my hands in his.

“Have you guys checked your Twitter comments recently? Or the instagram ones on the photo we took to together?” When both boys shook their heads I sighed and continued. “They’re writing awful things about me, guys. Some stuff I don’t even-” My voice broke. “-don’t even want to repeat.”

Both of them looked horrified. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, this was my idea, I shouldn’t have pushed you-” Grayson gushed, but I interrupted.

“It’s not your fault, Gray. But it just hurts, that’s all.”

“Listen,” Ethan said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “You are worth so much to us. So much you don’t even know.”

Grayson nodded fervently. “Don’t listen to them, Y/N. We love you so much.”

“I know, but it’s hard, ya know?”

“Oh we definitely know,” Ethan said. “But you can get through this. You’re a smart, kind, strong, and beautiful woman. And we won’t stand for this. I’ll tweet something out as soon as possible.”

“I will too,” Gray interjected.

I sighed happily, pulling both boys into a hug. “I love you guys. Thank you.”

“Anytime,” they both said simultaneously, earning a shocked look and a laugh from all three of us. We sat together for a bit, chatting, until Ethan looked down at me. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

I grinned sheepishly. “Maybe.”

anonymous asked:

do you have youtube links of klance getting shut down by the crew?

Here is the main interview where the showrunners said KL is not going to be canon: https://youtu.be/YEsWW2v06k8?t=3m48s
Lauren: “We’re working in animation. Even if people ship Keith and Lance, we couldn’t go back and change the story to be like ‘and now they’re in love’”

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anonymous asked:

Could you make gifs of some ianthony moments that are not so recognised? Like we have the obvious kiss, hug etc but maybe the ones not many people talk about? (Sorry if this is really vague xD) Thank you!

No, you’re alright! :D I actually love this request because it gives me a chance to bring back some classic Ianthony moments that the rest of the fandom has either forgotten about or just has never seen before! Since you asked for multiple moments, we’ll just turn this into a list! :) Most of these moments are from Lunchtimes and Smosh is Boreds because there are A LOT of gems in those older videos that are worth bringing up! Plus I need something to do while taking some time off work. xD


1. Ian’s deepthroating abilities.

This moment turned four years old on June 24 this year and it saddens me at how many people don’t know about Ian’s deep throating abilities. This man has a SUPER talented mouth and NO ONE talks about it. Ian probably wants us to forget that, but because of me, it’s back on your dash. You’re welcome. To all the fanfic writers that remain in our small fandom, PLEASE remember this video the next time you write something smutty! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


2. Anthony Caressing Ian’s Beard.

So, if some of you guys don’t remember, sometimes when Anthony would be answering Twitter questions during a lunchtime, he would sometimes “answer” ones that would require him to do various things to Ian. One of them is this one. I don’t care if a fan did request this one. Anthony didn’t HAVE to pick this question and has said multiple times throughout the series’ duration that he filtered through A LOT of shit questions before he found a actual good one. So, he could have easily skipped it, but he wanted to caress Ian’s beard. Bless you, random Twitter user… bless you.


3. The San Francisco Vlog.

This video was, and continues to be, a FANTASTIC blessing to the fandom. You know what’s sad, though? NO ONE TALKS ABOUT IT! I know I was supposed to be singling out specific moments here, but I CANNOT pass up the San Francisco road trip. Sponsored or not, they gave such beautiful moments like playful sword fighting, Ian suggesting that they should kiss, and even a Titanic-like shot AS SOON as the video starts. Seriously! It’s such a forgotten gem and needs to be remembered!


4. The “Slow” Dance.

Like number two on this list, this was also the result of a Twitter question. This time, they were asked to slow dance. They went through with it, but not the way we were expecting… -__- Teasing motherfucking bastards… It doesn’t really matter though. We got Anthony giving Ian a sweet look and we can easily just make a gif of it and take it out of context ;) You’re welcome.


5. The Staring Contest

Now, when I first came into the fandom three years ago, THIS was the moment that everyone remembered and recommended for me to watch. It was the moment that was plastered all over the Ianthony blogs, Wattpad book covers, Google image search, you name it. Then larger moments like the NEAR KISS and ACTUAL KISS came along and it overshadowed this once golden moment. Now, hardly anyone knows/talks about this moment and it’s a little sad. Granted, them kissing twice along with a HEAD KISS is bigger than a moment like this, but it was still a defining moment of the Ianthony fandom and it deserves some love because it is honestly a great moment! It is just a few months shy of SEVEN years old, but it’s still a cute moment that they shared and is DEFINITELY worth a comeback! <3

PS… This was also the result of a Twitter question.


6. Ian Calling Anthony “Babe” On Camera.

Yes, this actually happened…

PS: This is an older gif I made a few years ago. Why make a new one when i already had one, right?


7. Flirting With One Another While Playing an Immersive “Horror” Game.

Okay, so it’s not really a horror game, but you’ll know what I mean when you watch it! Back when “Gametime With S*osh” was a thing, we got cute little flirty moments all the time, but it was always one sided or short lived. THIS however, was different. It was the first time we saw the flirting reciprocated. It also lasted throughout HALF of the video and it was amazing. When it first aired, it was PLASTERED all over the tag, but now everyone has forgotten about it… FIX THAT! Watch these two love birds flirt with each other and bring back this amazing video!


Real talk, this took me NINE HOURS to finish. I’ve literally been working on this all day. I had intentions on making this 10 moments, but I’m totally drained and need some sleep. xD I hope this was enough to satisfy your request, Anon! :) 

Also, if you or anyone else would like to see another Ianthony moment revive post, please let me know. It was a lot of work, but I have A LOT of material to work with and that really helps! There are so many gems out there that has been lost to time and I would LOVE to bring more back for you guys to enjoy and so we can all appreciate these two dorks just a little more than we already do! :D

Thinking of You

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Clif, Jensen, Rob (mentioned)

Summary: Your sister takes an embarrassing video of you and it turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened.

Word Count: ~4,800 (sorry, I let it get away from me)

Warnings: fluff, mention of surgery and anesthesia, mention of mild panic attack symptoms, more fluff

A/N: This is an AU, and it’s fiction, so please, just assume Genevieve is off somewhere, happy as a clam with another man. I don’t mean to offend or disrespect her in any way. Last night, I was talking with the incredibly kind soul @scarlet-impala and she told me about her constant Jared crisis. This is the result. 

*A huge, Jared Padalecki-sized hug and thank you to Lennox for letting me use this - her real-life post-surgery story - as inspiration!!

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Surgery was over. You had just come out of the sleep you were put into via anesthesia. Your brain was jumbled, but one thing was perfectly clear to you - you loved Jared Padalecki. He was the only concise thought you had. Your brained swarmed with how selfless he was, how much he gave to the fans, and how sweet and adorable he acted every time you saw a video of him.

“We don’t deserve Jared Padalecki, he has given us so much,” you mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything.

You didn’t know that your sister had started livestreaming on facebook right before you said it. She wanted to capture every second of your delirium, and unluckily for you, she caught your confession about the giant man you deemed your celebrity crush. She cackled as she ended the stream, watching you fall back asleep in the hospital bed.

The next morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing like someone was calling you. When you picked up your phone, you saw that it was just a constant flow of facebook notifications. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you unlocked your phone. You cursed under your breath when you saw the video your sister posted, knowing it was embarrassing.

When you tapped on the video and let the sound flood the small room you were staying in, you wanted to bury yourself under the covers and hide from everyone. Your face had to be beet red by the time you heard yourself crying over Jared. Looking at the caption she’d posted with it made things even worse.

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i thought different // (j.c imagine)

Anonymous said: jc imagine where a while ago he had told u that he had feelings for u and u said u did too, but one day u freak out and sleep w someone else and he finds out??  make me cry this doesnt have 2 have a happy ending

watch out for ur daily angst fix, hella angsty, lots of swearing //

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Yall!! I don’t want any more hate posts on this tag! Go and Vote! I’m literary voting my ass off, yet people still have time to have shipwars?!! Seriously??!! why is everyone closing eyes on voting and keep ignoring it?? I guess that was MNET’s Goal, for y'all to lose concentration and give up on Voting, yeah they’re being biased, we know it, even they know that we know it!! Yet y'all Gonna let them get Away with it??!! We showed them already once, we can do it so much better now, but alas no one’s moving even a finger!!! Wake up, Our K-diamonds are asking us to vote, they need us!! BTS need us!!! our boys don’t deserve this disrespect, yeah it’s great that they are having shows in America, but I’d love for them to win daesangs when they get back home!! I don’t want to see any more freaking mocking articles from that company, do you hear me??? Don’t give them reason to!! trend –> #ARMY_계정만들기 on twitter!! And also if y'all have time to post hate and all kind of theories about boys, you sure as hell should have time to vote at least once!!! Please for the love of BTS, put aside all the fanswars with other Fandoms & also shipwars!! put shipping aside FOR a time being!! it’s not gonna get hurt! if those 500k people that watched RM’s vlive yesterday, if they only voted once, it’d be a huge difference!! so please vote who already HASN’T! soon new day will start, and voting will also reset so vote for our boys happiness!!

sorry for long post!! We have to work together!

Mark Andrews - “But, I said I love you.”

Prompt: “But, I said I love you.”
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1600+
For @houndofjustice-imagines 1.5k celebration 

“We don’t have to do this now” Charlotte said sitting on the floor of your bedroom with Becky and Liv. It was a Friday night, two of your best friends were back in town for the first time in a long time, you should be out partying and having fun, instead, you were sitting in your bedroom with take-out Chinese food surrounded by cardboard boxes. 

“No I need this done now” you sighed looking around the room, everything made you want to burst into tears. Most of the stuff was your boyfriends Mark’s. Well, ex-boyfriend now. 

When Mark showed up in NXT all the girls fell for him immediately. The hair, the face, the body, the wrestling ability, the accent. Everything about him made girls swoon. You, not so much. You had just come back from a three-month injury and you just wanted to get back being in the title picture. And because you were the only girl that didn’t take an interest in Mark, he began the chase.

It started with little conversations, passing by each other backstage at NXT, then after a few weeks, he would be at the gym whenever you were there and then at the performance centre he would watch you and help you learn new moves.

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anonymous asked:

Would you mind my asking... what made you want to be an anti, and then not be one?

I was anti because I was told to be. I felt like I had no choice anyways. At the time it felt like everyone was an anti, or at least all the klance shippers were and that for me that would be my only option to see all this cool stuff. I don’t think there was a time I ever wanted to be an anti, it kind of just felt expected of me. I was a klance shipper, a minor, LGBT+, etc, I basically checked every box for anti so I sort of slotted myself in like everyone was telling me to.

But I was never comfortable in that role. I was never comfortable when i was online because I was on edge all the time. I had to be on the lookout for all these different things and if I wasn’t then I was a horrible person. It got exhausting, being so angry and bitter all the time. My mental health, which was already piss poor at the time, basically shattered. I was anxious and upset all the time and the fandom wasn’t even fun anymore, especially not when I began to see a lot of the harassment shaladins were getting.

It made me so upset that this group that was supposed to protect people like me was really just tearing them down if they didn’t fit into this cookie cutter community, and I am not just talking about ships. People who don’t fit into a mold of a pastel minimalist aesthetic are sort of… ignored. I read on the results of the discourse survey that one anti wouldn’t make an icon edit for someone just because they had a ‘cringy’ url. It just felt so cliqueish and shady and as somebody who was bullied a lot growing up for not fitting it, I hated it.

At this time too I had also discovered a Shklance fic and had fallen in love with it. I hadn’t seen the Shiro tag on it, and thought it was just klance and by the time I realized my mistake it was too late, I was in way too deep. But I was angry about it either. The relationship shown wasn’t pedophilic, it was mutual, respectful, and mature much more so than I had seen demonstrated in most klance fics.

So, I went neutral. I figured if I was neutral I could reblog klance content (which was all I ever wanted to do) and stay out of the discourse. Unfortunately that’s not enough around here. I was literally called a rapist by an anon not long after dropping my new stance of neutrality, and that got me boiling. I started reading up on things and actually seeking out opinions from both sides of the fandom instead of being spoon fed what people wanted me to believe and I was horrified more by how the antis were supposedly eradicating these issues in the fandom. If you think that telling somebody to kill themselves is anyway beneficial to literally anyone you’re a damn hateful fool.

I would love to say that not all antis are like that, but over the past month or so I can count on one hand the number of antis who I consider to be kind people. Not all of them are going out there and telling others to kill themselves over shipping, but every time you like/reblog a post of someone telling another person to go choke, even just in the tags, you’re encouraging harassment. By sitting there and saying ‘not all antis!!’ yet refusing to block or even just unfollow antis who do that kind of shit, you’re just idly supporting it. People are harassing others around here because it gets them followers. By continuing to support them you are supporting their behavior. Cut off their validation and just unfollow them.  

Maybe you think that there are cases when people serve to be harassed, not even for shipping just for being a quirky person and not liking all the Pure Babies uwu on tumblr, and if you do go fuck yourself. I was a kid who was bullied to the point of tears daily and do you know what my school counselor told my mother? That because I was weird, and a little shy, and a little behind on social cues, that I deserved to be excluded, made fun of, and (more recently) sexually harassed by my peers.

You want to protect minors? Stop fucking hiding behind a crusade on tumblr and take the goddamn initiative. Don’t follow people who promote harassment.   Don’t let your friends make fun of people because they have weird habits. Drop cringe culture.

If you are upset by shaladin content, then just unfollow/block the creators. Better yet, download xKit and prevent yourself from seeing that shit in the first place (washboard is the mobile version). You can be an anti without supporting harassment, but if you are one of those antis who think it’s funny when one you guys gets fucking arrested for harassing a woman on twitter, telling her to burn because she wouldn’t give them the twitter handle klance, please realize that you are not a kind person and don’t call yourself one.

TLDR: I was anti because I was told to be, I become pro because I was absolutely disgusted by antis.