<b>Phil:</b> I still haven't figured out a name for our son :/<p/><b>Dan:</b> Oh but I've already named him<p/><b>Phil:</b> really? wha-<p/><b>Dan:</b> no, shrek, don't touch that you'll get hurt, son<p/></p>
Lottie Tomlinson Is Launching A Book And The Name Is Just Perfect
She might have made her name as a One Direction little sister, but it’s her beauty flair and way with a make-up tool or two that her three-million-plus followers have stuck around for. Now, at just 19 years old, Lottie Tomlinson is releasing her first book, Rainbow Roots.
Initially taking inspiration from one of her most famous beauty looks, Rainbow Roots is a guide for those wanting to add to their make-up catalogue: whether that’s perfecting the basics or mastering more creative options. It’s friendly, fun and in it Lottie shares plenty of anecdotes about her beauty journey and where she’s aiming to go next.
Here, she gives us the low down, plus the first look:
How does it now feel to have a tangible product with your name on?
It feels really good to have a product that completely represents me and my style. Everything about it reflects me and my personality and I think it’s really cool that the publishers gave me so much free rein in order to achieve that.
What was the best part of creating the book?
I think the best part about it was seeing it come together for the first time, we worked on it for over a year so seeing so it was so exciting.
What was the biggest challenge?
I think the shoot was the hardest part, because we had so many looks we wanted to include in the book but after a while your face and eyes start to hurt and get sore, so that was tricky!
You’ve dedicated the book to your mum, was that an important decision for you?
It was really important for the book to be dedicated to my mum because she always believed that I was going to do well and have a great career even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t be where I am without her, she was so excited about this book. I hope I’ve made her proud.
The book not only champions make-up artists, but others pursuing their dreams - how important is it to you to empower other young women?
It’s so important because I wouldn’t be where I am without people like Lou Teasdale, who supported me and empowered me when I was new and starting up, so I think it’s really important for me to try and do the same for others.
How involved were you with the way the book looks?
I was 100 per cent involved with the whole book. The publishers really gave me free rein with it so I came up with all the looks and decided exactly how I wanted it designed. There were so many times that I sent it back to be to changed. I really wanted it to be perfect.
What was the one look you knew just had to be in there?
I knew I needed to include some neon looks as I love all things neon, and I think it’s a big trend at the moment.
What did you find out about yourself during the making of the book?
I think I found out a lot about what suits my face because I did so many different looks. That’s why I think it is really important to experiment with your make-up so you can figure out what suits you best.
What do you think is a key look in the book that everyone should master for the season ahead?
I think one of the key looks I have included in the book is my perfect base. It’s great to master that as it will complement your final look.
Who is your biggest beauty inspiration?
I love Huda Beauty on Instagram so much, she’s created an amazing brand and supports so many make-up artists and influencers which I think is amazing. I met her not long ago and she’s lovely!
Whose make-up would you love to do?
It’s got to be one of the Kardashians! Who doesn’t want to do a Kardashian’s make-up?!
What message do you hope your readers take away from the book?
I hope they can read the book and realise there’s really no rules when it comes to make-up and beauty.
Description: While hanging out at the coffee shop the reader’s parents own, Michelle brings up an article that she read in a magazine. One that says you can tell if a person is a good kisser by the way they eat an apple. The reader gets dared by Michelle to put the theory to test, resulting in an interesting Saturday afternoon.
Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write and I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as I did. My inspiration for this fic came from one a read a while back and really liked. Anyways, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics or want to request something feel free to message me.
Word Count: 1521
It was almost too simple. Sitting
side by side in the back of the school’s library, shoulders pressed together, and
knees touching. Right in that place of not-quite-more-than-friends
and nearly at the place of very-obviously-more-than-friends.
It would only take one move for
them to become something greater than just best friends. One of Ned’s crazy
plans, one of Peter’s embarrassing blunders, one of Michelle’s dry comments
that had an obvious hidden meaning. Just something to push the pair together.
Peter and (Y/N), thrown together by
some crazy twist of fate, anything could make them Peter and (Y/N).
the war may be over, but it’s practically impossible for a demigod to go months without being thrown into some dangerous quest and with percy, annabeth, jason, etc. busy, all heads turn to nico di angelo
who of course attempts at getting out of it with his incredibly valid doctor note, except even that is not going to convince chiron this time
and as he’s packing to leave, will comes by the hades cabin and just stands in the doorway, not really doing anything besides letting his eyes rest on nico, who hasn’t noticed yet
maybe he’s drinking in nico—his figure, his movements, his little gestures, perhaps in fear the he won’t return from his mission.
when nico does notice, both of them perhaps look at each other a bit too long before will cracks a smile and nico reciprocates before busying himself with packing aka not letting will’s unbelievably blue eyes distract him from this
and then will approaches him and they just do a lot of cute banter that’s light and carefree as if nico might not die today
near the end of the packing, there’s a lot of silences and parting lips as if they want to say something to the other but choose against it and instead exchange glances that look so adoring but with these worried undertones
eventually, the dreaded moment finally comes after they walk back together
it’s kind of awkward and neither of them know why. maybe it’s cause will has these words that are in his throat that he’s desperate to confess but instead he just swallows them down. maybe it’s cause nico is more fidgety than normal and his lips keep getting dry
if it’s going to be the last time will sees him, then his heart insists on embracing the smaller boy and getting used to his figure and warmth all too fast. except he knows nico really hates physical contact, and he isn’t sure what they are exactly
little does he know that nico really wishes he could bury his face in will’s neck as well
but they both settle instead on a few closure comments with half-hearted smiles and pursed lips and nods before nico turns away with a sole backpack slung over his shoulder and his iron sword securely around his waist
and as nico’s figure fades, the panic settles like a fire and it sinks in low until will feels sick to his stomach at the thought of nico getting hurt or even worse-–dying.
but he waves that thought away because that is the last thing that he needs to dwell on, and instead he walks back to the infirmary, perhaps shaking a bit, and finds excuses to stay there
will takes on all the patients at every given opportunity, leaving his siblings worried but unable to do much about it because will is far too stubborn when he’s nervous
and when there’s nobody left to heal anymore, he takes out his medical tools and organizes them all and skims over each book on his shelf but learns nothing because there are thoughts that are racing across his mind
will he be okay? will he be strong enough? will he shadow travel himself too much? will he know how to deal with injuries if he’s alone?
and then he hates himself, because he might never see nico again and he didn’t have the guts to even tell him how he felt.
in the process, will falls asleep with his face pressed against his arm and an open medical book on the desk. (kayla and austin have to drag his half-conscious ass to the apollo cabin when they find him)
nico, on the other hand, is doing a bit better since he’s kind of distracted with trying to stay alive, even if he hadn’t seen much of anything for the past few days
he finds his target’s general location and when he gets sleepy, he decides to camp it out in the natural veil of a forest
nico ests his head on the back of a tree and closes his eyes, sighing.
the first image that comes to his mind is the sun kissed mop of blonde hair. it glimmers in the sunlight, and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory but the simple sight of it is comforting
eyes still closed, he can almost touch will’s tan skin and gaze into the never ending blueness of his eyes that darken like layers of the ocean. he can feel the presence of will, just the gentle and honest warmth and kindness that seems to circulate around
(it’s an easing thought to nico, especially in the dark of night with grumbling clouds above and the wetness of the dirt from an earlier rainfall)
just as he feels himself drift off to sleep to will’s voice, a simple creak makes his eyes snap open, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts
nico surveys the forest, grasping at his sword and holding his breath until the monster lunges from the trees and suddenly nico feels his entire body being crushed, the metallic taste of blood instantly trailing across his lips and all the air in his lungs being squeezed out of him
he can’t see well, but his grip on his sword is strong and with a jumble of movement, he’s able to roll free from the monster’s grip and stand on his own two feet, immediately going for a direct slash
everything is a blur to him but the groans of the dying creature are enough for him to confirm that he’s done his job before he falls unconscious
will, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a thing from nico in a week by now. he keeps going to chiron, asking him if anyone has heard of him and his heart sinks every time chiron denies it
he’s tried his hardest to keep his chin up and act normal, but eventually kayla and austin see his condition and force him to get some rest at the cabin
in the silence of the cabin, will realizes that rest is the last thing he needs because it makes his thoughts wander and so he sits up on the bed and takes in a deep breath before considering his situation
it’s been a week and he hasn’t given any notice that he’s okay.
will imagines a pretty horrible scene in his head of nico and that’s enough to jog memories of nico’s laughter and smile and he realizes how much he misses that
so he takes his pillow and he buries his head in that and lets his worry channel through his tears, and it isn’t long before his tears become more like sobs as he whispers things out to nico
please be okay. i can’t do this anymore. please let us know. please be alive. please be okay.
nico wakes up in a daze. the first thing he notices is that he’s alive and actually breathing despite the sore throbbing of pain that’s pulsing in his ribs.
there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth and his vision is a blur for a few seconds before it becomes a bit too hard to breath correctly with his face stuffed in dirt
so nico tries to sit up a few times and fails before finally balancing himself on trembling legs and looks at the creature long dead before him, the knash in it’s abdomen prominent
nico puts a hand over his ribs, wincing at the pain and realizes that a certain son of apollo will be furious at him when he returns
the thought of will makes his throat tighten and he wonders how long it’s been since he last notified the camp
he’s worried sick about how worried will might be, and he trudges to camp, fighting his urges to shadow travel and get it over with because he knows that if he even tries, he’ll be dead in seconds
but eventually, he goes through camp half blood’s entrance and a few faces turn to aid him but he waves them off, insisting that he’s fine.
of course, he can’t have them worrying now. he needs to get to will. he doesn’t care what happens to him afterwards.
the thought scares him, but that’s the last thing on nico’s mind at the moment.
so he limps along the path to the infirmary, getting more numb to the pain along the way and his heart swells when he see’s that blonde hair glistening in the distance
will is sitting down on the steps of the infirmary, and nico notices that his eyes are stubbornly focused on nothing in particular, and for will that means he’s thinking deeply about something
the simplicity of that is enough to make those familiar skeletal butterflies flutter across his stomach and there’s a sudden bundle of energy that bursts in his chest
he keeps watching the peacefulness of the sight and wants to, forever.
“hey” is the only thing that nico can choke out with a pathetically wide smile plastered across his face
will’s head shoots up to that voice that he’s been wanting to hear for such a long time now, and tears instantly prick at the corners of his eyes when he see’s nico, in all his torn and scratched up glory
those are the only thoughts that are in will’s head at the moment, and he doesn’t know what to do with the sudden ball of happiness and relief in himself besides running up to nico and collecting him instantly in his arms.
will lets his head fall into nico’s neck, and he could care less that the smaller boy can feel the wetness of his tears. nico only lets out a light laugh that hurts a bit and he tangles his fingers into will’s hair, breathing in his scent.
will’s holding him a bit too tight, his fingers grasping at the fabric of nico’s jacket and he doesn’t want to ease up—he’s too afraid that nico will disappear if he lets go.
they part, both unwillingly, but before nico can speak, will captures his lips in a kiss with his own. nico’s lips are slightly cold and chapped, but will couldn’t care less because they’re his
nico, on the other hand, offered no hesitation and instead melted into will’s arms further feeling his heart swell with a sense of deliverance.
he couldn’t think of anything besides how warm will’s lips were and the taste of coffee that came with them.
for a few moments, they stay that away until both boys part and realize that they’ve actually kissed—which is huge considering they were pining nerds who couldn’t even brush hands without turning into every shade of red
and of course, they proceed to turn every shade of red when the realization kicks in, but it fades away as quickly as it comes because nico’s alive.
…and then they kind of realize that nico has a pair of very possibly broken ribs and that he’s kind of slowly dying and now will is red, panicking and angry at him for every reason on the planet
nico couldn’t be happier
i am half asleep and this is such crap but i couldn’t stop myself after i started and it’s really long and im sorry and should i put this under a read more tag??
(also thank you for being a cute and reading my tags!!)
Mark has mentioned that there will be a charity live stream soon, but he doesnt know for what yet.
My father has had a debilitating disease for 11 years now: Multiple Sclerosis. He is on ventilator, trachea, oxygen and feeding tube, plus a slew of other machines he needs to ensure his health. I was 5 when he was diagnosed, so I’ve never known him when he was healthy.
He hasn’t walked in seven years and likely never will again. As of 2017, there is no working and/or available cure for MS.
So, I would really appreciate if Mark’s next charity live stream could go to some kind of Multiple Sclerosis research? Yes, those other causes are noble, but I’d really love to see this disease get some representation, as it’s basically been swept under the rug. In my 16 years, I’ve read exactly one article about it in the normal media, and I know no one in my entire circle of people I’ve met who even knows it’s a disease.
Mark has greatly helped me cope with my dad’s illness, and I’d really love to see it recognized by someone who has a big following, maybe it could kick start some kind of research? Maybe I’m overly hopeful, but this has been my dream since 2014.
Hello! Do you have any more love bug aus, please? I've read all the ones on your masterlist.
Anon: Hey do you have any more love bug aus? I’m really into that at the moment. Thank you in advance if you do answer!! And thank you even if you don’t, you’re all doing great - thank you for your hard work and I hope you have fun doing it :) have a great day!!
Heey cuties, I was waiting for this ask! We had all the written love bug fics in our tag, but there are two new ones now c: - Vallie
On an alien planet, Keith gets bitten by a love bug and Lance has to deal with the consequences. - “Man down, man down!” Lance screams hysterically over his comms, “I’ve taken a hit - Keith just kissed my ass!” His literal ass.
A/N What’s this? Three fics in one day? Watch me not write for three months pfft.
Pairing: Logince (Logic/Prince)
Genre: Fluff, smart people being idiots
Word Count: 920
Warnings: one (1) swear, ~jealousy~ (turning saints into the sea)
Logan draws logical conclusions from everything. He’s never wrong either. Except, it seems, when it comes to Roman.
Logan was becoming increasingly agitated despite there being
no logical reasoning behind his perplexing emotion. He was in the commons along
with Patton, Virgil and Roman. Morality had an arm slung around the Prince,
leaning heavily on him, and the regal trait was partaking in his usual raillery
with Virgil. Nothing was amiss, and yet, Logan’s frustration only built.
The lift opens to the 7th floor of your new apartment. Somehow you managed to drag a suitcase, carry a backpack, and balance 3 boxes in one arm all at the same time. You can’t really see where you’re going as you walk down the hall, the boxes blocking your line of vision. Turning around a corner, an unexpected force sends you falling backwards onto your butt and sprawled on the floor. A dog is suddenly on top of you, licking all over your face.
“Hello there,” you chuckled as the dog continued giving you wet dog kisses. Sitting up on the floor, you scratch behind the dog’s ear. You can’t help but notice that the dog looks like-
“Tessa! Don’t run off like that!” A familiar voice called from down the hall.
You froze. Tessa? Is that who you think he is.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry. Are you hurt?” You glanced up to meet a pair of deep brown eyes and the unmistakable mop of brown hair. It’s Tom Holland. You gaped at his outstretched hand in front of you. It’s really him! And you’re probably staring at his hand for a little bit too long.
Snapping out of your daze, you accepted his hand and he helps you up. “No, not at all! I’m perfectly fine, Tessa is only giving me a warm welcome,” You assured him patting Tessa’s head.
“You must be my new neighbor,” Tom said, eyeing your scattered things on the floor. He bends down and starts picking up your boxes.
Picking up your suitcase and slinging your backpack over one shoulder you answered, “Yes I am. Thank you.” You reached to take the boxes out of his hands but Tom took a step back.
“No, let me help you. It’s the least I can do to welcome my new neighbor,” he insisted and motions for you to follow him.
“Aren’t you and Tessa going for a walk?” You questioned, noticing the leash Tom is holding as he leads you down the hall.
“Yes, but I’m sure Tessa wouldn’t mind waiting for a few minutes.” He beamed at you, “Plus, she likes you.”
You glanced at Tessa who’s walking beside you, tail wagging happily. “I’m glad she does.” You turned your attention back to Tom. “How do you know I’m moving in?” you asked.
“I saw your things getting delivered here yesterday,” Tom explained before stopping by a door. “This is yours.” He turned around to point a door right across yours, “And that is mine.”
“You never told me we’re right across each other,” you said as you opened the door with your key. “I guess we’d be seeing each other a lot.”
“I don’t mind,” Tom grinned as he walked into your apartment. Thankfully he didn’t notice the slight blush on your cheeks from his comment as he is bending down to place your boxes on the floor.
“Thank you for your help,” you smiled gratefully at Tom when he stood back up, wiping his hands on his jeans.
“Your welcome uhh,”
“Y/N, my name is Y/N L/N,” you added.
“Your welcome Y/N,” he said, sending a blinding smile your way. “I’m Tom. Tom Holland.”
You chuckled, “I kinda already knew that.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “You do?”
“Yeah, but I recognized Tessa first,” you smirked teasingly at him.
Tom rolled his eyes but he can’t stop the amused smile from eppearing on his lips. “Ha ha. Very funny Y/N.” He follows you to the door. “But since you like Tessa so much, maybe you’d like to join me to walk her tomorrow morning?”
Is this for real? Tom Holland is asking you to hang out with him?
“I thought I can show you around since you’re new here,” Tom continued, staring at you hopefully.
“I’d loved to!“ you blurted, a little bit too excitedly. Catching yourself, you cleared your throat before trying again. “Sure, at what time?”
“I’ll come knocking at 9.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and thrust it to you. “Can you type in your number? You know, in case of sudden rearrangements.”
You took his phone and swiftly reached into your bag, getting out your phone and gave it to him. You quickly exchanged numbers.
“I guess I better go,” Tom told you, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
Behind him, Tessa barks as she continues running in circles. "Tessa’s getting impatient.” Tom went out the door and attached Tessa’s leash to her collar. “Bye Y/N, and happy unpacking,” he chirped, waving as Tessa starts walking down to the lift.
“Thank you for your help.” You waved at him one last time before closing your apartment door. Letting out a squeal of excitement that you’ve been holding, you threw yourself onto a nearby couch.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling as you replayed the last 10 minutes in your mind, a smile ghosting your lips. You’re about to close your eyes, when you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. You sit up, checking your phone to see a message from Tom. You giggled at the contact name Tom created for himself and unlocked your phone.
Your best neighbor:I like how you still act normal around me even though you know who I am. I sound like an arrogant dick huh? But that’s the truth. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow Y/N.
I have been thinking about writing this post recently and there was always that social anxiety/fear that people and JAck might hate me for saying the stuff that I’m about to talk about. But I’ve been in this community for a long ass time now and I know when something is wrong. So I decided to just address it and hope that Jack will read through this post and help us out.
As you’ve probably already heard, there have been many art/gifs/edit thefts recently, way more than it’s ever happened. People are straight up stealing stuff and reposting it non-stop, forcing creators to report them (which doesn’t usually work, mind you), often to no avail since these people do not know (or don’t care about) the simple rules of content copyright, which yes, also apply to websites like Tumblr, Instagram and DeviantArt. We have tried numerous times to put a stop to this situation but it’s progressively getting worse and worse. I have a feeling that Jack can help us sort this out with us by openly saying that art theft is not okay, ever. Maybe hearing this from Jack (and other content creators) will help these people change their minds and actually stop being so damn irreponsible and disrespectful.
Another issue that is slowly making the community’s positivity fade away is the fact that some people are being incredibly rude to one another and starting to tear each other down instead building each other up. I’ve noticed that this happens when it comes to theorising about Anti or about Jack’s personal life. Some people feel so entitled and often don’t realise that this is supposed to be a safe place where people can come to share thoughts, ideas, content and a good laugh and not a place to start drama in or to affirm oneself as the bigger and more important blog around. We are all the same here. Someone who gets reblogged (or “noticed”) a lot is not more important than you and someone who never gets noticed is not less important than you. I think we need to remind ourselves of this more often and I feel like Jack himself should state once again that anon hate, rudeness and arrogance are not welcome in the jse community.
Last but not least, the infamous closed captions. I personally have never dabbled in captioning a video but I know people who have and I also know how much time, effort and passion it takes. Good captioners work their asses off to help people with hearing issues to enjoy the video just as much as we all can enjoy it. So, surely you can understand how frustrating it is for them (and it should be for us as well as a community) to see captions being altered and used as means of self-promotion, witty remarks and unrelated Anti hints (don’t even get me started on people who straight up put Zalgo text in the caption. I mean, seriously?). Fortunately for all of us, there has been found a potential solution to this: a captioning system that will allow people to actually create a caption file and upload it to Youtube without it being filtered or altered in any way. This means: clean captions and potential good captioners who can focus on making subtitles for everyone who needs them. No more public caption system but a more solid, legit and valid one we can all rely on. (tagging @chaenir-sam because she worked her ass off to find this solution).
Now, I don’t know if Jack ever heard of any of these issues that are threatening the community but in the fortunate event that he has or that he reads this, I really hope we can count on him to help fix the situation, which is currently getting out of control. We, as a community, can only do so much.
Jack has been really spotty lately (probably because of PAX prep and getting back into drumming?) so I honestly don’t blame him for any of this and I don’t want to put pressure on him. I just think that we, now more than ever, have to acknowledge that it’s not all starshine and rainbows in the community and I feel like our green bean can help us in this endeavour.
Description: You and Peter were what you would call “frenemies,” you despised him, but he wanted to win you back, that is until he found out you were the new villain in Queens, the one he’s been fighting.
Warnings: Swearing, could still possibly be triggering for some people, beware ending, pls don’t hate me oh no
I hope I tagged everyone omg, sorry if I missed you!
A/N: AHHHH SO MANY PEOPLE LOVED HARSH WORDS PART ONE!! I’m mind blown how much you all enjoyed it, I really wasn’t expecting it to blow up as much as it did, so I’m truly honored and appreciative that you all took the time to read what I wrote and left amazing comments that made my day, therefore, I love you all. Also, I left it on a really intense cliff hanger, that way if people liked it enough again, I’d do a part three if requested enough. :)
There was never a moment where Peter would have thought you two would stop being best friends, but what topped that was seeing you that night, holding those people hostage.
You were the most down to earth, kind hearted person Peter had ever known, and to see you being this dark, dangerous, well, villain, broke him inside.
“Peter, I brought you some ice, now would you like to tell me what happened?” Aunt may questioned, handing him ice wrapped in a cloth for his black eye that was forming.
“It was nothing really, I’m just really clumsy May, you know this.” Peter mumbled, thanking her for the ice, before placing it on his throbbing eye, which he had you to thank for.
May didn’t look convinced but she let it go, not wanting to stress Peter out anymore than he already was.
It had been almost a full month since the hostage incident, Peter remembered it perfectly, his Spidey senses were tingling, he swung to where he sensed the issue, finding the villain he had been fighting against for weeks.
There was a moment where he thought something felt off, but he pushed it to the back of his head, he should have listened.
He knew the second he heard your voice, but he didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want to believe it was you, so he did the only thing that could prove him wrong, to prove to himself that it wasn’t you, so he asked the most simple question.
“Who are you?”
What happened after that was a bit of a blur, he remembers hearing the laugh, your laugh, and then getting hit a few times.
He remembers holding his stomach in pain, glancing up to see you backing away into the darkness, hearing his name fall off your lips, and it was then that he had to face reality, it really was you.
After that was more than a blur, it was disbelief, he remembers his heart pounding erratically in his chest, before flying through his window, scaring the shit out of Ned who looked just as panicked once he saw Peter’s face.
But it was the moment that Peter told Ned everything that happened, that it hit him that this was all really happening, that it was you, his ex-best friend that was now his enemy.
The only difference was, he wasn’t going down without a fight, he said he’d win you back, and he meant every word.
Three months had passed since the incident between you and Peter, you’d give him glares in the hallways, as he gladly returned them, Ned would awkwardly look between the both of you, while Liz and Michelle would help boost your ego even more.
Liz and Michelle had become your all time best friends, you all did every thing together, whether it was going shopping, eating, even movie nights, you all did it all.
However, there were moments where you missed the old times, where it would be Peter, Ned and you, doing all those things together.
But, things happen, people change.
You were in your first period, of course, the class with Peter and Ned, you made sure to sit as far away from the two of them as possible, as they did the same.
“Okay, good morning class! Today we will be doing a fun little experiment, but to do it, you need a partner,” Mr. Scott started, but waved his hands seeing everyone automatically trying to pair up, “But I will be assigning partners, I know how you all get when you’re with your friends.” He eyed everyone, pointing his fingers, making some of your classmates laugh.
“Alright, lets start with Ned and Amy,” He trailed off, Ned giving Peter a wide eyed look, and then your name was called, “Y/N and… Ah! Yes, Peter!” He smiled cheerfully, as you looked across the room at Peter.
He could have paired you up with anyone, LITERALLY ANYONE and he chose Peter, just your luck.
Mr. Scott soon dismissed everyone once they had a partner, but you and Peter just sat at your desks, refusing to move first.
“Y/N, Peter, get to work.” Mr. Scott scolded, making you roll your eyes, as you gave Peter a look, basically implying ’get your ass over here before I throw a chair at you.’
Peter let out a huff, before grabbing his belongings and moving to your desk, the feeling of satisfaction running through your body as he slumped into the seat next to you.
You glanced at him, observing his features, something you hadn’t done in a while, you hated to admit it, but he looked good, like really good.
“Alright so um.. Lets just get this over with.” Peter muttered, making you nod and start the experiment.
You two didn’t talk the entire time, actually getting the experiment done for once, unlike last time, that is until halfway through.
“You want to tell me what you’re up to?” Peter muttered, his eyes never leaving the bubbling liquid in front of them.
“In you dreams Parker.” You muttered back, putting another chemical into the liquid in front of you.
“How’d you know I dream about you?” Peter whispered jokingly, making you freeze for a moment, making Peter smirk slightly.
“You know what I meant you dumbass.” You grumbled, placing another chemical into the beaker.
You both then went back to silence, until Peter broke it, again.
“You’re so much better than this you know.” Peter pressed on, making you roll your eyes, something he caught out of the corner of his.
“Like you’re one to talk.” You huffed, making his head turn slightly, looking at you in bewilderment.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Peter fired back, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“A few months ago, you ruined my life, and now that it’s happening to you, you don’t like it, ironic isn’t it?” You smiled, looking at the brunette haired boy, watching as his face scrunched up in anger.
“I won’t let you hurt anyone Y/N, no matter what.” Peter spoke lowly, making you smirk and let out a laugh.
“What makes you so sure Peter?” You raised your eyebrows, moving closer to him, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Because I know you, and I know somewhere deep down in there,” His hands motioned all around you, “That my best friend is still in there, and she’s hurt, because I hurt her, when all she did was care about me.” Peter declared, and for a split second he saw something change in your eyes, but quickly disappeared.
You blinked a few times, turning your focus back to the experiment, this time, satisfaction was going through Peter’s body, not yours.
The school day ended quicker than you anticipated, Peter’s words still swarming your head, you couldn’t get them out, no matter how hard you tried.
Everywhere you walked, Peter was there, watching you, making sure you didn’t harm anyone, which made you anxious.
Until you arrived home, and you put your outfit on, your mask hiding your face, and the confidence and darkness returned to you.
You weren’t sure how this happened really, after Peter broke your heart you needed an outlet, and what better way than to cause a ton more issues for the one and only Spider-Man?
You went out your window, and before you knew it, you were causing so much commotion, and you were positive Spider-Man was on your trail, which only made it even more of a thrill.
The thing was though, you didn’t actually harm anyone, you never laid a finger on one person, you just did enough to cause an issue to trigger his Spider-Man senses.
You were now running, mainly from Spider-Man himself, you knew he was around, it was late, making it the perfect time for Mr. crime fighting spider to appear.
You ran to a familiar place crowded with people, making them all get on the ground, your threats coming out harsher than you intended, and sure enough, Spider-Man appeared.
“I thought I told you, I wouldn’t let you hurt anyone, therefore, you need to step back before this gets ugly.” Spider-Man threatened, making you laugh darkly, sending chills down his spine.
What was happening to you?
“I guess you don’t pay attention much do you?” You crossed your arms, looking at the masked figure in front of you, before motioning around you.
You were on the boating dock, people on the ground, shaking in fear, unsure of what you would do.
Spider-Man took a look around, his eyes widening on the mask, it was the dock where he cut the boat in half, guilt instantly hitting him, and you knew it did.
“P-Please don’t h-hurt us..” One of the hostages choked out, making your heart break the slightest bit, before you went back to your alter ego.
“This needs to end, now.” Spider-Man growled out, he knew exactly what you were up to now, the dock, the people, everything clicked.
You were using his own fear against him.
“Everyone get out of here now!” Spider-Man shouted as he shot a web at you, but you dodged it swiftly, as everyone started running, getting out of there as quick as they could.
“Did you really think this would work? Huh!” Spider-Man shouted, clearly angry, making you grin through your mask.
“Didn’t it?” You shot back, making him freeze for a moment, which you took as your opportunity to attack him.
You caught him off guard, hitting him in the stomach and face, as he groaned in pain, holding his stomach.
“This can either go two ways..” He groaned out, webbing your arm and yanking you down to the ground.
“Either we fight until one of us can’t anymore, or we settle this the way we should of months ago.” Spider-Man shouted through his mask, and for a moment you wanted to take the second option, but you held a grudge, and you weren’t giving up that easy.
You stood back up, a few feet away from him, before charging at him, he shot webs at you, some hitting you and some not, and you made sure to hit him a few times before he hit you back, knocking you to the ground.
“Please, d-don’t do this..” He groaned out, as you slowly stood back up, you knew you were going to be severely bruised in the morning.
“Don’t you get it!” You shouted, ripping your mask off, revealing cuts and bruises already forming, as your eyes started watering.
“I want to forgive you so bad.” You choked out, a tear slipping down your cheek, as you watched him slowly slip his mask off also.
“Then why don’t you?” He pressed on, watching you sadly, he hadn’t seen you this vulnerable since that day in the cafeteria where he humiliated you in front of everyone.
“Because you broke my heart Peter.” You whispered, tears now falling down your cheeks, your lip trembling.
Peter stood there shocked, were you implying you liked him? Or more so, loved him?
“Y/N.. I didn’t.. I-I didn’t know..” Peter stammered, trying to find the right words as you laughed bitterly.
“Maybe once you cared about me, but after you shut me out, all of that went to hell, I was alone Peter, I had nobody.” You looked at him angrily, more tears falling down your face.
“I-I told you, I-I thought I was p-protecting you!” Peter tried to defend himself, stepping forward slightly, but you stepped back, raising a finger at him.
“No, Peter,” You took a deep breath, “You chose that day what you wanted, and it was clear, you didn’t want me.” You gave a sad smile, shrugging your shoulders as Peter shook his head frantically.
“No, Y/N, that’s not true at all!” He shouted, running his fingers through his hair, pacing back and forth.
“How am I supposed to believe you Peter?” You choked out, watching the brunette haired boy in front of you.
“Because, if you give me another chance, I can prove it to you, I-I can be a better person, your person.” Peter’s spoke softly, his own eyes starting to tear up as he observed you carefully, his heart beating so hard you could hear it.
“Promise me.” You whispered, shutting your eyes tightly, and for a second you heard nothing, until he breathed out the words you’ve wanted to hear.
“I promise Y/N.” Peter whispered back, and for a moment the old you was back, and Peter recognized his best friend again.
But then a loud sound filled the air, something, or someone flew through the air, shooting into a building, making it catch on fire.
You flinched, watching in horror as the building started to become more and more dangerous.
“Peter.” You whispered, looking at him wide eyed, you were right in the path for the building.
His eyes widened, realizing what was going to happen, you stood there, your body trembling in fear, you screamed at your legs to move, but they didn’t.
And then it happened, a loud explosion erupted, echoing throughout the dark sky.
Peter started sprinting to you, the sound of the building falling getting louder, metal and dust starting to cloud the air.
“Y/N!” Peter shouted, his eyes searching frantically for you, his legs burning from running so hard.
You tried to run, the best you could, before making eye contact with Peter, your eyes filled with fear, as was Peter’s.
“Peter!” You screamed, as he ran to you, pushing everything he had left in him to get to you, he had to get to you.
The air was getting worse, and before he knew it, the building fell completely, and so did his heart.
His eyes searched for you, his mind moving at warp speed, this couldn’t happen, not now, not after everything that’s happened.
And then there was silence, Peter’s heart breaking at the scene, he was too late.
That night in Queens, it was as if time stopped, and all that was heard was Spider-Man’s strangled sobs and screams.
Hey guys! Here’s another one. I’m kinda screeching, I’m really excited about this one. I’ve been waiting to post it and I hope you like it. Thanks to all the new followers and tag listers for reading and to all the regular readers and comment leavers. You guys are really the best! Happy Sunday!
No Warnings, just cuteness.
Today was your day off. You, Steve, and Bucky were all excused from the mission today because the three of you hadn’t had a day to relax in a couple weeks. And boy, were you excited to unwind after a month of non stop missions.
You enjoyed your perfectly regular morning in the tower. You woke up, ate breakfast, trained with the boys, showered, and now you were sitting in your favorite spot on the couch reading a book. Bucky and Steve had done the same and were now watching a movie.
You were sure an outsider would laugh at the three of you. While you were nestled into the corner of the couch, neatly folded under a blanket, the two men took over the other side of the sofa. Steve was hugging the armrest, his head leaning on his fist with his legs attempting to touch the other side of the room, while Bucky was slouched next to you, his legs open in a deep v while he absently ran his flesh fingers over the seam of the cushion. They were peas in a pod, those two.
You felt your eyelids slipping closed while you turned the page of your book. The whole team had been up late the night before, fooling around and sharing a bottle of Tony’s high quality liquor. He insisted on opening it, who were you to refuse a good drink?
After reading the same paragraph for the third time, you gave into your heavy eyelids and weak limbs. You closed your book and placed it safely next to you on the couch. Snuggling under the blanket, you allowed slumber to overtake your busy mind.
Next to you, Bucky had heard your breathing slow and simmer. He stole a glance your way and couldn’t stop the grin that was invading his features. In the back of his mind he knew you were one of the few who wasn’t afraid of him. You trusted him enough to let your guard down around him, which gave him a sad hope that maybe others would soon see him as less of a monster.
His eyes wandered from your closed eyes, to your slightly turned up lips, to the fuzzy blanket hiding your frame, to the cover of the book you were reading. The bright orange sleeve told him it was another Harry Potter hardback. He chuckled quietly. He had seen you read this one a couple times. He guessed it was your favorite.
He shrugged and carefully slid the book away from you. Time to see what this prisoner did, he thought. But he was surprised to see a contrasting title on the first page.
Recovery: Managing Post Traumatic Stress
Bucky felt his heart sink. He didn’t know much about you, only that you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who joined the team after the agency’s untimely fall, and simple personal things that he learned through his growing friendship with you. You adored Harry Potter. You fell in love with any animal you ever saw. You were from New York. You had a brother. But that you were hiding some sort of PTSD? That one you never mentioned.
Against his better judgement he flipped through the pages. Gravity forced the pages to fall until he reached a dogeared page, one that the deep crease in the binding suggested you had studied. His finger hovered over the first page of a chapter on nightmares.
Bucky’s stomach flipped. He prayed to whatever was out there that you weren’t having nightmares similar to his. His eyes flew down the pages, looking at words you had scribbled in the margins.
have a routine,
chew gum after
The pencil of your neat cursive was smudging, but he could still read the faded words. He recognized the tactics to calm a victim of nightmares.
He wondered why you were keeping this all a secret. Didn’t you know you could talk to him about this? You really felt like you had to hide a self help book behind a Harry Potter binding?
He felt his bruised heart shatter. You poor doll. He didn’t want to bombard you with questions or betray your trust. So he told Steve to do it.
That afternoon, there was a soft knock on your door. Without ceasing your cleaning, you invited whoever it was to come in.
Steve leaned on the door frame with his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his face one of concern.
“Oh, boy. What’s goin’ on?” You teased once you looked up and saw his nervous state.
His expression lifted as he chuckled. His sad blue eyes fell to the floor as he shook his head. “That obvious?”
You hummed in confirmation as you tossed a shirt into the hamper against the wall.
You knew something was coming when he let out a deep sigh. You sat on the edge of your bed and waited for him to find the right words.
He joined you on the duvet. “(Y/N), is everything alright? With you? Are you okay here?”
Woah, three questions at once, he was really worried.
“Yeah, Steve I’m good. Why?
“Uh, um, We just-I, um…” You giggled at his struggles. He was obviously tip toeing around something big.
“Steve, spit it out.”
“Your Harry Potter book… isn’t a Harry Potter book.”
You closed your eyes and sighed. Caught red handed. You felt him stiffen next to you. You opened your eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. You weren’t angry at his snooping, honestly you should have been more careful about it. At least Bucky didn’t see it, you thought.
“It’s not mine. I-I mean, it’s not for me.”
He cut you off. “(Y/N), you don’t have to be shy about this, we all-”
“No really, Steve, I’m good. It’s not for me, it’s for, uh, it’s for Bucky.”
Steve’s brows met and the creases in his forehead deepened, encouraging you to explain.
“Umm, a few nights back, I heard Bucky screaming in his sleep and… I couldn’t do anything. So, I got this book about PTSD so, maybe I can help.” Your words we slow and deliberate. This was the first time you admitted to yourself why you were doing this. Most of the time you tried to stay out of Bucky’s business but seeing his nightmare tear him apart changed your mind.
Steve just nodded and stared at the floor like he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he looked up at you from his bent position and thanked you.
You understood. You knew how much Bucky meant to him. “Just don’t tell Bucky, okay? I don’t want him to take it the wrong way. I may be crossing a boundary here.”
Steve nodded and braced himself on his knees as he stood up. After sauntering to the door, he touched the top of the frame and said, “You should tell him.”
Steve left you alone in your room and you continued your cleaning. You knew you should tell Bucky. You just didn’t know how to.
Later that night, you were making yourself a cup of tea when you heard Bucky call your name.
Your response was covered by F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s. “Miss (Y/L/N) is in the kitchen, Mr. Barnes.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the AI. You still weren’t used to having her around.
You brought the steaming mug up to your lips and puffed on the liquid, trying to cool it down. You heard heavy footsteps coming toward the kitchen and you waited for his appearance.
He landed in the kitchen, slightly winded from his jog through the tower.
“Hey you,” you threw your usual greeting his way as you placed the mug on the counter before it burned your hands.
“You-” he stopped himself. When your eyes lifted to his you saw him shaking his head incredulously.
It was then that you noticed his expression. His chest was still rising and falling at an unusual pace, his cheeks pink and his hair tousled. His eyes were still and wide. They held something you couldn’t quite place.
Your eyebrows lifted, inviting him to explain himself.
“You’re somethin’ else.”
Shit. He knew about the book. Shitshitshit. Time to come clean.
“Listen, I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, Bucky, I just wanted to help you.”
Then he was coming after you. But, instead of yelling at you for invading his privacy and patronizing him, he wrapped his arms tight around your shoulders and landed a kiss to your temple.
“I’m not angry, sweetheart,” he sang.
You sighed in relief and relaxed, hugging his waist.
Over Bucky’s arm, you saw Steve peeking his head around the corner to watch the two of you.
“Steven Grant Rogers.”
You unwound from Bucky’s embrace, but felt his hand remain on your hip. You tried to ignore the fire on your skin as you glared at Captain America hiding behind the door.
“Can’t keep a secret for his life,” Bucky mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear.
“Secrets aren’t American!” you announced with allegiance.
“Secrets aren’t righteous or patriotic!” Bucky caught on and helped you tease Steve.
“I’m leaving now,” Steve grumbled as he made his way down the hall to the elevator.
You giggled and turned back toward Bucky. You tried to act nonchalant as his fingers reached to coddle your waist. “But seriously,” you started counting on your fingers, “They say writing your nightmares down helps, and you should have a routine before you go to bed that calms your mind, and I don’t know why, but having a jar of coffee beans near your bed helps, I guess they’re supposed to ground you-”
“The coffee grounds ground me?”
“No, no, coffee beans, the strong smell-” You stopped in your tracks when you realized he was teasing you. You couldn’t help but laugh along, but you slapped his chest for good measure. His smirk brought a red blush to your cheeks.
He leaned down to you until his lips were almost touching yours. “Thank you.”
His breath fanned your face and you drowned in his arms, his scent completely intoxicating. You couldn’t even feel your feet on the floor.
“I could use a jar of coffee beans right about now,” you whispered.
Bucky chuckled and closed the distance between your lips. He was like candy, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft and warm, smooth. Your tongue reached out to taste more of him, and he gladly took you in.
You felt like you were dancing, your tongue with his, your hands grazing across his body, his strong arms supporting you and pulling you closer and closer until there was no air between your bodies.
When both of you were panting, the only area of your bodies that parted was your lips. To make up for it, he dropped his forehead to yours. When the world stopped spinning around you, you leaned back in his arms and smoothed his hair in your fingers.
You finally knew what his eyes had been telling you all along. He loved you.
You gazed into his baby blues and then traveled to his pink cheeks and his puffy lips. It was like you were looking at a new man. He seemed at peace. Happy.
Context: Reader is
best friends with Roman, traveling with him and valeting him to the ring. The
two were inseparable. What happens when everything changes?
**A/N: **Shout-out to @lclb13 because this fic is written based on a request from her imagination. I made this as true to the request as possible. Protective Roman is pretty cute. The song choice
for this one: “Hold Back the River” by James Bay.
It was a long day, a really long
and tiring day. The flights, the interviews, the training: long, tedious and
tiring and all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and sleep. Instead, I
was here in Orlando, Florida, sitting quietly in the stands of the arena an
hour and a half before Monday night Raw began.
girl. Whatcha thinkin’ about?”
deep, soothing voice from behind my row of seats caused me to jump up in shear
surprise. I turned around with a scowl planted firmly on my face, trying my
best not to smile at his apologizing pout. We’ve been best friends since we
started out in NXT five years earlier. Now, we worked together for the same
company and traveled together all the time. When I say I loved this adorable
Samoan to death, I truly meant it.