i swear if i get like 2 notes on this

No one (Patrick Hockstetter imagine)

► Summary: Being Al Marsh’s daughter is not easy at all and the reader’s growing relationship with Patrick Hockstetter is not making it any better. (Someone please teach me how to do summaries properly)

PART 2

(You can find more of my stories on my MASTERLIST)

► Pair: Patrick Hockstetter x reader

► Warnings: Parental abuse, violence, swearing, fluff

Author’s notes: So I wanted to bring a different Patrick with this imagine. I mean, he’s our psycho bae I won’t change that but I wanted to write a softer side for him on this one, hope you like it!

► Taglist: @makotta @that-one-emo-kid@screechingwanton@sittingwithlucifer @mr-zippy@dannibarnesflair@pennywisetheslut@mrshockstetter @sighlilyc @angeli-fucking-cat @baileystorm17 (Patrick Hockstetter imagines taglist is still open! If you want to get tagged on the next ones let me know!) 

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Constructive criticism is always welcome



“Please tell me you saw his face”
“Yes I did Patrick, and I still don’t find it funny”
“You’re such a party pooper when you want to” he rolled his eyes.

Patrick Hockstetter, your favorite member of the Bowers gang since you became part of it was walking you home like every day since last month.
He was still laughing at the face some kid had put when him and the rest of the gang scared the shit out of him a few hours ago. You were part of the gang since the beginning of the school year, after Henry tried to pickup on you for a few days which annoyed you to the point you ended up punching him on the face one day. At first that made him extremely mad at you and it looked like you were going to be the next target of that group of boys but it ended up in a very different way. The boys started to see how badass you could be and your attitude in general was so on point for them so they ended up seeing you as one of them. 

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Jelly Legs – Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Author’s Note: yep, i had to do it. sorry, michael mell deserves better. also, there will be a part 2 and i mainly got the idea of this fic (and of the featured song lol) from @yikesjaredkleinman who has the coolest bmc stuff like ever. it’s epic. so thanks for that, adam xD

Pairing: Michael Mell x Heere!Reader;

Request: not requested by anyone (although requests are open!), i just had to;

Word Count: 1164;

TW: swearing as usual;


Originally posted by barrywestallen

“Y/N, that’s a terrible idea,” Michael told you, raising an eyebrow. “You’re probably gonna get both of us killed.”

“Stop being so dramatic, Michael,” you replied, rolling your eyes slightly. “We are not gonna die. We’ll be fine.”

“Y/N, guys like me… We don’t do that! I can barely stand up without tripping, you’ve seen it!”

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I’ll Be Good - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Ok, first things first: I am not exaggerating when I say I would have never posted any of this if not for my friend @marvelatmytrash​ (and if you don’t think that url is top notch, well i’m sorry, you’re wrong). So you can all thank her for being an absolute peach and striking up a conversation with a quiet lil reader and then encouraging me to post my own shit. Go read Aftershocks. Talk to her. She’s incredible. i’m kinda pissed I’ve only known her for like a week.

Summary: Series – You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Solder on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter - The team now tries to get their bearings back at the compound while you try to make the most your captivity.

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), mildest of sexual references, captivity (I know that’s not the word I’m looking for but I can’t think of the right word. But I can promise you no one is taking a leisurely trip to the zoo, you’re not a giraffe.)

Word Count: 1838

Author’s Note: My little heart can’t thank you guys enough for how receptive you’ve been. Here is part 2. I edit this one literally every time I look at it. I’m not 100% sold on it, but I like part 3, so I’m getting this one out of the way. After that we’re all in trouble because I haven’t even started part 4. That said, I would LOVE to know what you do and don’t like about this one! I am so happy to chat, answer asks, whatever. Please be careful with my brittle non-writer heart though, if you want to share constructive criticism. Please.


Bucky’s POV

“Let me talk to her! Steve, I can bring her to our side on this. She’ll listen to me. She’s been out on her own too long but she’ll listen to me. She’ll trust me.” Natasha called after him, almost running behind his long deliberate strides.

“That’s just it, Nat, you don’t know where her loyalties are anymore! She’s been against us for at least what, 4 years?” Steve huffed out throwing his arms out to his sides, incredulous. “She shot you less than 24 hours ago!”

“Oh please it’s nothing. And you know that’s not fair, people with our skills… we don’t have many options… Just let me talk to her. She could have just as easily put that bullet in my brain. She spared me, Steve. She can help us, but you have to let ME talk to her.” She was pleading. Begging. Bucky had never seen Natasha beg for anything. What is it with this woman? Was Nat afraid of what this sniper might reveal about Nat’s own past or was Nat trying to protect the her? Why was she fighting so hard? Curiosity getting the better of him, Bucky followed.

“That’s not the point. We can’t trust her. And more importantly, I can’t trust your judgment when it comes to her.”

“Just because you don’t know everything doesn’t mean you can’t trust me.” Natasha countered, challenging him. They’d been through a lot, Steve and Natasha. She’d stood by him when he found Bucky all those years ago. She’d attacked a goddamn king for him, for Bucky. Would he really dare to tell her she couldn’t talk to her friend? Bucky saw the resolution flash across his face. Goddamnit he’s so stubborn.

“I’ll go,” Bucky said quiet but firm, turning before they could protest. Ending the discussion before it turned bitter.

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Little Avenger

Pairing: Avengers x reader

Summary: you were to meet the avengers that day. They had heard you were good but they were surprised to see you in person

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a teen reader x avengers for a long time and I finally did. It will have other parts and would even have eventual peter x reader. It’s more of an introduction parts and has one of my most favourite tropes. The reader’s powers are energy manipulation. It’s funny and fluffy. Hope you like it! ( I couldn’t find a proper gif so)

Warnings: swearing maybe?

Word Count: 1558

PART - 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Originally posted by a-less-ordinary-life

Everyone was sat in the conference room, getting impatient with every passing minute. They had heard a lot about you and were finally going to meet you that day. Bucky was sat beside Steve arguing with Sam while Steve read your file, tony and Clint were engaged in a paper ball fight, Wanda was talking with Natasha as she made some objects float around, Pietro was zapping in and out of the room and Bruce and Thor were discussing something like the only adults.

Fury was seeing it all and took in a deep breath, the avengers initiative didn’t include him having to deal with superhero children.

‘can you all behave like adults?’ he stood up from his chair and all eyes landed on him. Clint’s paper ball landed on him and he glared at him. ‘she’s going to be here any minute-.’ He was beginning to say the sentence he had been saying for the past 15 minutes before tony interrupted him.

‘oh don’t give us that again!’ he folded his arms.

‘yeah, we’re the avengers we’ve got shit to avenge.’ Natasha looked at him and everyone agreed.

‘okay! I heard that but, if you’d just- ‘fury’s phone buzzed and he took a breath of relief when he read the message. ‘she’s here. where’s peter and vision?’

‘vision kind of drifted away and parker had some project to complete.’ Clint said.

Everyone straightened up, they were curious and exited to know who was going to be joining them now.

‘Steve, tell them about her.’ Fury sat down. ‘I am way too tired for this shit.’ He muttered.

‘alright,’ he got up. ‘so, she’s good at fighting and with weapons, she can also use energy to do whatever she wishes…’ he furrowed his brows as he read the last sentence.

‘I insist you hand us all your weapons.’ They heard a faint voice from outside.

‘I won’t.’ You folded your arms.

‘let her in.’ Clint shouted. You smiled at the agent in front of you.

‘can I go now?’ you tilted your head. He clenched his jaw but nodded with a smile. you pushed your glasses above your nose and walked in.

Everyone was surprised to see you, all of them had varying expression of disbelief on their face. they expected a girl but…older. you were wearing a black hoodie and ripped black jeans. A sword was strapped at your back securely and your clothes had some budges around you signalling you had more weapons; you weren’t looking like a normal teenager. Natasha smiled for she could sense you would be nice to have around.

‘everyone, this is (y/n) (y/l/n). she’s 15 and will be joining you.’ fury introduced you to them and you waved.

‘hello, it’s nice to meet you all.’ You smiled.

‘from now on she will be training with you so, be nice to her.’ He stated simply and left.

‘hi (y/n), how are you?’ Natasha smiled brightly as she offered you her hand to shake.

‘hi!’ you chirped. ‘I am good.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets again.

‘it’s a child!’ Thor’s voice rumbled through the room as he recovered from his shock.

‘everyone can see that.’ Bruce whispered to Thor.

‘well, before we talk more, would you mind putting all your weapons here.’ Natasha patted the table.

‘oh, okay.’ You took a deep breath. You first placed your sword on the table, took out the knives from your boots and the two guns strapped to your waist. Everyone’s eyes grew wide seeing the variety of weapons you had placed on the table.

‘all of it.’ She folded her arms.

‘fine.’ You muttered. You took out a tiny pistol tucked in your jeans and two mini explosives from your hair. Natasha looked at you with suspicion. You understood what she meant.

‘can all the men look away.’ You put a hand on your eyes making Wanda and Natasha chuckle. The guys obeyed and faced the wall.

‘were do you have it stuffed kid?’ tony asked facing the wall.

‘I have two explosives and a poison bottle in my bra.’ You said in angry voice as you reached for them. Everyone snickered or laughed except Thor and Steve, they looked down. You kept them on the table and took a step back.

  ‘that’s it! You raised your arms. ‘the blades in my shoes are fixed I can’t put them here.’ You folded your arms.

 ‘you all can look now.’ Wanda said and the guys turned to you again.

  ‘how did you stuff it all in there?’ Bucky examined a dagger.

  ‘one of my talents.’ You shrugged.

‘hey, what about your powers?’ Wanda asked.

‘well, I can’t explain them just like that.’ You scratched your cheek. ‘I can show you.’ you looked at everyone trying to get a look of approval.

‘go ahead.’ Steve said.

You took a deep breath and moved your hand to summon your energy. All eyes were on you as a red light seemed to form in your hands. You made an orb and opened your eyes. ‘I can do anything with it.’ The orb floated in your hands. ‘I can read others energy, control people or any living being, I can extract their energy, I can channel my energy through inanimate things and do stuff with them, it’s weird I haven’t figured it all out yet.’ You juggled the orb.

‘what do you mean by extract their energy?’ Bruce leaned forwards.

‘I can kill them. You see, life is a form of energy, when I extract it from someone I kill them and that energy kind of feeds me.’ You explained.

feeds you?’Clint said in disbelief.

‘um, yeah, but I don’t do it with many people. It makes me stronger and I get high on it.’ You looked down.

 ‘you can also read energy?’ Sam asked.

‘yes, I can read minds and I can tell what kind of power a person possess.’ you made the orb vanish. ‘for example,’ you looked at Wanda. ‘you can read minds, alter it, and… you also possess telekinesis.’ Your eyes turned black as you read her. ‘and,’ you turned to Pietro. ‘I do not fight with my glasses on I wear contacts.’ You said.

‘sorry.’ He muttered

‘so what you can do with your powers has wide boundaries little one?’ Thor stood up and looked at you.

‘yes sir.’ You said.

‘you need not call me that.’ He smiled brightly. ‘I am Thor, of asgard.’ He said.

‘I am sorry, I have a habit of calling others either sir or mam.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets.

‘now that you will be staying with us, you can call us by our names.’ Natasha kept a hand on your shoulder.

‘that would be nice.’ You smiled. ‘it’ll be like having a family again.’ Everyone melted hearing that.

‘you are so cute’ Wanda pulled your cheek.

‘I am not cute.’ You kept a hand on your cheek and glared at her.

‘alright, let me show you around.’ Wanda held your hand.

‘I get my own room?’ you furrowed your brows and stood there as Wanda tried to pull you.

‘of course, where else would you stay?’ tony questioned and you shrugged.

‘I am pretty strong, little lady, you can’t make me budge until I want you to.’ You looked at Wanda and everyone laughed.

‘will you come, please?’ Wanda loosened the grip of your hand. You started to follow her before you stopped and she groaned.

‘I will get my stuff back right?’ you cocked your head out of the gate.

‘yeah. Go with her now.’ Natasha smiled and you left.

‘I like her already.’ Natasha faced the others.

‘yeah, she seems like a nice girl.’ Clint said.

‘you connect with her?’ Bruce’s eyes softened as he looked at her. She nodded.

‘I can relate to her.’ She said.

‘I still can’t believe it how she fitted it all in her clothes.’ Sam looked at the weapons.

‘you still are the shortest in the team.’ Tony said making everyone snicker.

‘you shouldn’t have said that stark.’ She looked at him.

‘uh-oh.’ He said before running out of the room. She ran after him cussing.

You looked around the facility in awe. You had never been in such a nice place, and now you would be staying here.

‘and this is your room.’ Wanda stopped and opened the door to a room.

‘whoa, I love it.’ You grinned.

‘my room is on the next floor; your room is on the same floor as Natasha and Bucky. If you need anything feel free to ask.’ She was blabbering on until she noticed you weren’t paying all that attention to her. ‘(y/n)? you with me.’ She waved her arm in front of your face.

‘yeah, I heard it all. Hey Wanda, would you judge me if I do something?’ you looked at her.

‘no?’ she squinted her eyes a little.

‘great!’ you jumped on the bed. She chuckled at your childishness. You sat up with a pillow in your lap. ‘I love it here.’ Your hair were a mess and you had a goofy grin on your face.

‘I am glad.’ She ruffled your hair. ‘rest now, I will call you when it’s time for dinner.’ She left the room.

You took a deep breath and lied on the bed. You were so happy to finally be around good people. You could finally use your powers for something good and not to hurt others or be someone’s personal weapon. Your eyes started feeling heavier, maybe it was the soft bed, or the warmth of happiness that lulled you in a peaceful sleep after so many tough nights.


Serpent Sister / Jughead Jones

Anon: Hi! I was wondering if you can write a jughead x reader where the reader is Archie’s younger sister and Jughead has to help her through their dad getting shot?

@loverofmusic25 : Hey I was wondering if I could get an imagine. It can either be Cole or Jughead but what I had in mind is more Jughead. Okay the reader is Archie’s twin or younger sister like a year younger and shes part of the Serpents so shes never around Archie or her dad. So when Fred gets shot she comes back in her jacket in the hospital and Jughead sees it and yeah I don’t know where to go from there. I’ve been really wanting and imagine like this so if you do this I’ll be so happy thanks! J

Warnings: spoilers for season 2, swearing, mention of death
Word Count:
1,123
Characters:
jughead jones, archie andrews, fred andrews, veronica lodge, betty cooper, mary andrews, pop tate
Authors Note:
id just like to say that im sorry for being mia. ive had no inspiration for some reason and i’ve tried so hard. now that riverdale is back, hopefully i am too. also, i’d like to mention that archie’s twin sister has a look, and she is a *name insert*, but she has specific looks to match in with being archie’s twin. i do apologise x

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Dad’s been shot.

As soon as those three words were mentioned by your brother, your phone was immediately hung up, thrown in a backpack along with some other things; some cash, your phone charger, a water bottle, your purse and a pocket knife (you can never be too sure).

Slipping on your attire that you wear for duties and meetings; black ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, your dad’s flannel and your South Side Serpents jacket over top. It was especially chilly, so you threw on a pair of thick socks and your black Doc Martins. You slung your backpack over your shoulder, grabbed your car keys and headed out the door.

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It was about a 10 minute drive from your trailer to the Riverdale hospital, and the whole time your phone was going off every 30 seconds with Archie asking where you were or how long you were gonna be. Parking your black Mitsubishi Lancer in the car park, you quickly got out the car, shut the door and made your way into the hospital.

The sight of a nurse mopping up blood made you a little bit nauseous, but you stomached it, kept your back straight and head high as you walked to the waiting room. The first thing you noticed was that there was a lot of teenagers about your age in the room, but a familiar redhead caught your eye.

Archie.

He was wearing his letterman jacket, which was covered in blood and you assumed it was your dads. Opening your mouth to call out to him, your brothers best friend, Jughead, had already beat you to it. Placing his hand on Archie’s shoulder and motioning to you, your *older* twin brother was already walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you, silently crying into your same coloured, red hair.

“Hey, it’s alright,” you whispered into his ear, holding him tighter as his hand slipped under your serpent jacket and balled the flannel in his fist. “Come on, Arch. I need you to tell me what happened.” You pulled away slightly, taking your brothers face in your hands and forcing him to look at you. “Or we can talk about it later. Just, please, calm down.”

Archie nodded as he let out a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting go of you. You let your hands drop at your sides as Archie went back and sat down next to Jughead and the infamous Veronica Lodge. Letting out a sigh, Jughead stood up and came to greet you.

“Hey there, Strawberry Shortcake,” Jughead laughed a little, making you smile. “How’s life been in the fast lane?” He raised an eyebrow as he embraced you. Looking over his shoulder, Betty Cooper was watching him with a raised eyebrow, but you ignored it and pulled away from the hug.

“It’s been good,” you smiled, looking into the eyes of the boy that was at your side all the time when you were younger. “Hey, I have to grab some things out my car. Mind letting Archie know?” You let your hand rest on Jughead’s bicep and he nodded, turning around to go back to Archie. Letting out a breath as you turned on your heel, you walked back down the hallway to retrieve an item from your car.

While you were gone, you became the gossip of the hospitals waiting room.

“Did you know she was a Serpent, Archie?” Betty asked as she watched you exit the hospital, the doors shutting behind you.

Archie nodded his head, keeping his eyes on his bloody converse. Veronica and Betty looked at each other with wide eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell us that your sister was, first of all, a Cheryl Blossom lookalike, and also, a part of the Southside Serpents?” Veronica crossed her arms over her chest as she raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

“Why does it matter? She’s my sister and she only left so she could protect dad and I after the whole ordeal with Jason Blossom.” Archie looked at Jughead, silently begging for help.

“Well she obviously didn’t do a very good job at keeping you both safe did she?” Veronica scoffed and Jughead looked at Veronica with a piercing stare.

“Why don’t you just back off from (Y/N), alright? Fred has been shot and you’re both arguing over why (Y/N) is wearing a Serpent jacket. You’re both being pathetic,” looking at Betty, Jughead shook his head and scoffed. “I can tell you’re thinking the exact same as Veronica, Betty. So don’t even try to defend yourself.” Jughead stood up, patting Archie’s back as he walked down the hallway and out the doors, looking for your familiar, fiery hair.

Seeing you rummaging through the boot (trunk) of your car, he walked over to stand next to you, but immediately noticed the tears streaming down your red cheeks. “Hey, are you alright?” Jughead held out his arms and you wrapped yours around his waist, starting to sob into his chest. “Shh, it’s alright,” he hummed softly, rocking back and forth gently. “What’s going on, (Y/N)?”

“I said I’d protect them,” you cried, trying to steady your breathing, but failing. “That’s why I left, Jughead. I was going to protect them both from everything. I was receiving threats from someone and I just wanted to protect them, but I didn’t.”

Jughead took a deep breath, not knowing what words to form together to calm you down, so he just stood there, holding you close.

-

After calming down and having a chat with Jughead, you had gone back inside, eyes a little puffy but cheeks no longer red. You had been lead to your fathers room by Archie, and here you were, sat on a plastic chair while Archie went home with Veronica so he could change.

Watching your dad’s chest rise and fall, you draped your Serpent jacket over your lap and traced the green embroidery on the back. Jughead had gone back to FP’s trailer so he could pick up his laptop and a few other pieces.

So you were here, watching your dad breath with the help from a machine.

Standing up and placing your jacket on the chair, you stood next to his bed and let your fingers trace his knuckles. “I’m so sorry, daddy,” you whispered softly, biting your lip. Looking up as you heard the door open, you saw Jughead standing there, a bag crossed over his body and a smile on his lips.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Jughead asked as he closed the door behind him, placing his bag on a plastic chair. Almost ready to start crying again, you sat down and bit your lip.

“I just want my dad back…”

Only Us (Part Six)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 1947

Warning(s): Swearing, parental neglect 

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  


“How dare you!” I heard my mother yell as I entered our apartment. Her and my Dad were fighting…again. I shut the door walking to the kitchen where the yelling occurred. Just to my luck I had to walk through the kitchen to get to my bedroom. Curse our damn small apartment.

“Oh shut up.” My dad mumbled. “It’s not like it means anything.” I ran my hands through my hair trying to walk past them.

“What the hell are you doing here?” My mom glared at me.

“I live here.” I mumbled. She glared at me shaking her head.

“You know Will, the worst thing we ever did was make her.” She glared at me as tears sprung in my eyes. That always hurt. I turned walking toward my room used to the verbal abuse they always inflicted on me. I stopped when I saw my door wide open. That never happened. I always locked it. I slowly walked into the room tears falling from my face as I saw the destruction that littered all over the floor. I closed the door locking it again quickly walked toward my bookshelf finding my favorite opening it to find all my money gone. No. I thought paging through it quickly. No no no no. That was all of my money. My eyes squeezed shut and I through the book across the room my head falling into my hands.

“Woah.” I heard a familiar muffled voice from my window. I looked up to find Spiderman outside my building looking inside the room. “Are you okay Y/N?” He asked panic in his voice. My eyes locked with his covered face.

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What Happens in Vegas - Chapter 3: Roommate

Summary: In Las Vegas for your best friend’s bachelorette weekend, you wake up in a strange bed with no recollection of what happened the night before.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 4365

Warnings: Alcohol? I think, like, one swear word? idk

Chapter 1  •  Chapter 2  •  Chapter 3  •  Chapter 4  •  Chapter 5  •  Chapter 6  •  Chapter 7  •  Epilogue

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I’ll Be Good - Part 3

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2  -  Part 4

Summary: Series – You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Solder on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – Still captive in Avengers interrogation, you finally get your chance to negotiate, but really with you, it’s more like manipulate.

Warnings: swearing, still captivity, really this one’s pretty tame.

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: This one was a lot of fun to write! What can I say, I love the mind games. As always feedback is welcome! I LOOOVE hearing from you all. I’m genuinely addicted to writing this stuff right now. I have abandoned all other hobbies entirely. My book group has forgotten about me, I haven’t touched a piano in weeks, I haven’t taken my dog anywhere fun in days and he threw coconut shavings all over my living room floor in protest. That is how much I love you.  So enjoy while I go get the vacuum! Am I the only dog person on tumblr?


Damn. This is disorienting. I’ve played this all wrong. You thought seeing the mistrust and anger play across Steve Rogers’ face as his best friend pulled away from you. Others saw Bucky Barnes as Captain America’s greatest weakness but you knew better. Steve watched Bucky like a hawk, and all of the hero’s self-righteous inhibitions fell away when it came to his best friend. That made him all the more dangerous. And he had just caught you red handed trying to manipulate Bucky.

Shit. Your damsel in distress routine would come across thin and reaching now. New tactic, you thought shifting quickly back into the careful predator. Captain Rogers had entered glaring at you, immediately paused, and turning pointedly, gave his best friend a harsh look. A warning. You could swear you saw Bucky return it with equal ferocity before he looked at you with a gentler expression, and slipped out.

Alright, you want the villain, Captain, I’ll give it to you. I’ll let you have every dark thread you can get your hands on. Your best hope now was that honesty would catch him off guard. Your options were severely limited when Nat had followed him in, you knew she would see through anything less than the truth. You didn’t think she would truly give you up to these strangers but then again they weren’t strangers to her. She had exposed so many of her secrets after the events in D.C. at this man’s command, you just couldn’t be sure. It had been unnerving to see her exposed like that. And here you were tied to a chair, watching her sharp green eyes watching you over an interrogation table. This was why you preferred anonymity when you worked. Natasha was a dangerous friend to have but an absolutely lethal enemy. You knew you had to take control fast.

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birthday tears.

member: park woojin
genre(s): fluff, romance, best friend!woojin
summary: it was supposed to be your mission to make him cry but somehow it becomes the other way around. (requested - bullet point format)
word count: 2.2k

note: dedicated to life ruiner, cute snaggletooth baby park woojin ;; wheezes it’s his birthday today and so what better way to celebrate than to write!! goodness gracious i swear scintilla’s becoming woojin-centric, step aside ong someone’s taking over this damn lane jk jk. oh oh and thank you woojin anon for requesting < 33 it means so much

p.s. y’ALL IM SHOOK I DIDN’T EXPECT GETTING GOING OVER 100 NOTES FOR ‘IN LOCKED WITH YOU’ LIKE WHATDA- THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REBLOGS, LIKES AND FOLLOWS ;;; < 33 

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Roommate || Part 1

Imagine: Justin asks to move in with Y/N

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Y/N’s POV

“Justin what are you doing here?” I asked bewildered. It was about 1 in the morning, and I wasn’t really in the mood for company. Justin takes a deep breath before looking towards me.

“I kind of need a place to stay…” he says quietly. I watch as he tugs on the strap of his bag before placing both hands in his front pockets of his jeans.

I wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that question for two reasons. One, he’s the ex boyfriend of MY best friend. Two, it would completely catch everyone’s attention and by everyone I mean Selena and the paparazzi. Also, did I mention he’s the ex boyfriend of my best friend?

“I’m sorry but you’re telling me this because….?” I say still confused before crossing my arms.

Justin chuckles, he places his bag on the couch before turning towards me once again. “Like I said before, I need a place to stay. So…can I stay here please?” He asks.

My jaw dropped. “What?! No!” I yell, Justin looks up surprised.

“What why?” He asks confused, he takes a step closer towards me. I quickly grab his bag before shoving it back to him. He slowly takes it, confused.

I let out a sigh before looking towards him. “Justin look I know we were sort of close but you and Selena broke up, and as her best friend I think it’s best if you found some other place to stay so there won’t be any misunderstandings”.

Justin looks at me for a couple seconds before looking down. Did I offend him? Did I say something wrong? I was pretty straightforward about the subject and I was hoping he would understand but at this moment it didnt really look like it.

“So you’re saying just because Selena and I broke up, we suddenly can’t be friends?” He says hurt. Bingo! I was right, he did get offended.

“I never said we couldn’t, I just said I didn’t want any misunderstandings”. I say slightly irritated. Why the hell was he being so stubborn?

“There won’t be any” he says befor elooking at me with a pleasing look.

“Justin you’re a celebrity, there are fans, paparazzi that know what you’re up to no matter how much you hide, and one of those people can be Selena”. I say truthfully, Justin doesn’t say anything.
“Plus why can’t you stay at a hotel? Or fly back to one of your homes?” I say, he can’t argue with me on this one, I had a point.

“It’s not that easy, I have a huge endorsement here plus I have a concert, guest appearance on radio shows, photo shoots, etc. I’m assigned to be here for about a week”. He says in almost one breath. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N please, I’ll explain to you another time but in the meantime can I please stay here?” He asks desperately.

I swear this boy never gives up until he gets what he wants. I was going to argue but I was afraid he would do something embarrassing like going on his knees begging. The more I thought about it, the results scared me, but I mean he’s a friend. Plus he does have a point, just because Selena and him broke up doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. I mean, one roommate won’t hurt can it?

“Fine”. You say finally making a desicion. “You can stay here…”

Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon!

Note: I apologize for not being active. I’ve just been very busy and lately I’ve been on writers block:( I promise more imagines coming soon, if you have requests let me know!

Boy Meets Girl (Chapter 3)

Author: Sumcp

Chapter Three: The Drive Home

Characters: Dylan O'Brien x Reader

Word Count: 3211

Warnings: occasional swearing, hint at verbal abusive relationship, and terrible sentence structure/grammar ( I am working on it)

Note: This is based off the Disney Channel Movie Starstruck with a twist. I do not own the rights to the movie. Also, if your a Britt Robinson fan you probably wont like this series, just FWI. Comments always welcome :)

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 4


You stood in Dylan’s closet, ear pressed against the door trying to listen to his and the girl he just called Brittany. She is pissed. You didn’t know why he shoved you in here, but you wanted to get out. You weren’t the type of girl to follow directions, but you figured bursting out right now was a bad idea, so against your better judgment you stayed hidden.

“What the fuck is this shit Dylan?” You heard the girl scream at him. Yep, I’m definitely staying put.

“Britt let me expain–” Dylan begged, but was cut off by Britt shoving her phone in his face. 

“Explain what Dylan? That you took some slut up to your room to get a quicky in before the party? Are you kidding me! I drove 2 hours from set to get here Dylan so we could be seen together, and you pull this shit.” She was still screaming in Dylan’s face, while Dylan sat on the edge of his bed biting his lip to keep from yelling

“Britt It’s not–" 

“Oh It’s not what it looks like.. Really? Let me see.” Britt turned her phone toward her face and zoomed in on the picture. “It sure looks like your dragging some nobody up the stairs to your room. Dylan,  you have a movie fixing to be released and im on the verge of signing that major deal. We can’t afford this right now, you know how much this movie deal means for my career.”

“I know Britt I’ll–" 

"You’ll what? Huh? ” Dylan didn’t bother trying to answer, knowing she would just cut him off again. “You know this picture will be every were. I can’t believe you were so careless.” She spat. “You better call your agent and fix this Dylan or  I swear to god I will drag you so far down in the mud your career will never recovery from it. I can see the headlines now, Dylan O'Brien sleeps with random slut cheating on his wonderful girlfriend of 5 years.”

You caught ever word of their argument and you couldn’t believe Dylan wasn’t jumping down her throat. You were pissed now, and you wanted nothing more than to throw open the closet door and slap Brittany for calling you a random slut. You contemplated the pro’s and con’s of hitting a celebrity, finally you decided against it knowing it would just make the whole thing harder for Dylan.

“I’m sure the sluts still in here so I’m going to give you a minute to say goodbye to your toy. Meet me down in the living room in 5 so we can get a couple of pictures before I leave, and grab Tyler too. He can be your cover story.” With that being said she turned around and left the room, slamming the door one last time.

You didn’t wait for Dylan to open the door, you decided to let yourself out.  "Man, your girlfriend’s a bitch O'Brien.“

The sullen look on his face disappeared and he started laughing at your comment. "I know..” He trailed off standing up from the bed to look at you. “I’m sorry for what she said.. We both know that’s not why you were up here, but when she gets like this is better to just agree with her.”

“Why didn’t you just explain everything, and how did she even know?” You asked.

“Apparently someone took a picture of us as we got to the top of the stairs.” He grumbled, “And she was right, I should have been more careful. You don’t know what it’s like to be a celebrity.. The paparazzi twist everything around and make stuff up." 

"I get that.. Sort of, but what I don’t get is she was more concerned someone caught it on camera than she was that you actually had a girl up here." 

"Me and Britt.. We’re complicated Y/N.” Dylan stated, and you could tell by his tone that was all you were going to get. You made your way over to stand in front of him, trying to lighten the mood 

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t almost throw open the door so I could show her what a ‘nobody slut’ I was, but I figured it would make things worse on you.”

“Aw.. You care.” Dylan sang, a sly grin on his face.

“Watch it O'Brien.” You glared at him playfully, “I just didn’t want to go to jail for assault and battery tonight. I couldn’t pull of an orange jumpsuit.”

“I’m sure you could pull off anything.” Dylan praised, shamelessly raking his eyes over your body for the second time tonight. Suddenly the air became thick with tension and the way Dylan was looking at you made every nerve in your body go haywire. You stayed staring at each other for what seemed like hours, but only minutes went by. Dylan’s usually honey-brown eyes were clouded over, and his licked his bottom lip. You were the one to ruin the moment this time, remembering he did have a girlfriend.

“You should probably go, your master is waiting on you.” You taunted, making your way over to sit on the bed. Dylan kept looking from you toward the door, desperately wanting to stay, but he knew what he had to do. His career was everything to him, and he knew if he stayed with her Britt would ruin in. He cleared his throat, trying to gain some composure.

“She’s not my master..” He grumbled, but it was loud enough for you to hear.

“You sure about that?” You shot back, raising your eyebrow daringly.

“Yes, I’m sure. Like I said it’s complicated Y/N, you wouldn’t understand. Your not famous.” He spat. Your face fell at his tone, realizing he was right. You were a nobody. Dylan saw the look on your face, he could tell he took it to far. “Y/N..”

You didn’t give him the opportunity to apologize. “You should go Dylan, your celebrity girlfriend is waiting for you to make an appearance.” You didn’t bother looking at him, instead you turned your attention to the flat screen TV you turned on, trying to find something to watch. Dylan took the hint that you were done talking to him, and made his way out of the room, closing the door softly behind him.


It had been an hour since Dylan went downstairs to be with Britt, and you were getting more agitated by the minute. You decided you were going home, with or without Dylan’s help. You opened the door carefully, checking both ways before you made your way into the empty hallway. You kept your head down, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. You looked out over the banister, watching the party unfold, when your eyes quickly found Dylan. He had his arms wrapped around Britt from behind, dancing slowly to the beat of the music. He was leaving kisses on her neck, making his way up to her ear whispering in it. You stood there for a moment, just watching them. You felt a pang in your heart, and that made you angry. Angry because you actually started to feel something for someone else.

The song they were dancing to ended, and you watched Dylan engulf his girlfriend in a hug. You felt the same  felling again, when you watched her crash her lips to his. You didn’t notice someone come to stand beside you until they spoke up.

“It’s not what it looks like.” Tyler offered, gesturing toward Dylan and Britt. You turned to look at him, a small smile forming on your lips as he tried to defend his best friend.

“It’s exactly what it looks like.” You stated, making your way down the stairs leaving Tyler without another word. You didn’t notice Britt leaving through the front door of the house as you found the door leading to the garage, but before you could get to far a hand grabbed your arm.

“Woah, where are you going?” Dylan asked with a frown on his face.

“Anywhere but here.” You snapped. 

“What did I do now?” Dylan asked, searching your face for some type of explanation. You just stared at him, trying to keep your emotions under control.

“You promised to take me home..” You reminded him, “When?”

“Let me find my keys, I’ll take you home." 

"No." 

"Fine, we’ll walk. Where do you live again?” Dylan asked.

“Hollywood.”

“That’s great.” Dylan huffed, “We’ll get there… on Tuesday.” He said sarcastically. You stood for a moment having a stare down with Dylan, until you conceded.

“Okay.” You sighed. You didn’t want to go anywhere with him, but you had to get home somehow.

“Okay?” He narrowed his eyes at you, surprised you gave in so quickly.

“Yes, but only because walking the streets of LA alone on a Saturday night is not the best idea, so here are the rules..” You noticed Dylan rolling his eyes dramatically, which you chose to ignore. “You drive me straight there, drop me off, and then you come back to your fabulous life.” You threw your hands up excitedly, putting more emphasis on fabulous. You knew the jab would hurt Dylan, but you took it anyway.

Dylan just mimicked you, sighing loudly. He walked over to the box beside the door and pulled out a set of keys. You watched him walk to the other door opposite of the one you came in. He opened it, sweeping his arms through gesturing for you to go first. You huffed, wanting to refuse any type of kindness he offered, but you wanted to go home and forget about this night. You walked through the door, noticing it was a second garage which held a black SUV.

You had been driving for 20 minutes, neither of you saying a word. He kept daring glaces at you but didn’t say anything. Dylan had enough of the silence so he plugged his AUX cord into his phone, and started playing music. The first song that came on was by Alkaline Trio. He started to sing along softly, drumming his hands on the steering wheel.

“Really?” You teased, which brought Dylan out of his rock star performance.

“Oh I’m sorry, I forget not everyone likes this type of music.” Dylan said sheepishly, offering you his phone to choose a song.

“No I love Calling all Skeletons, it’s my favorite song by them.” You admitted, smiling for the first time. Dylan gawked at you, but you didn’t pay attention. You had your eyes closed, signing along to the song.

Where did you go as the lights went black? Look whats become of me 

I’ve grown to love your disappearing acts

Do one more pretty please

Now the time has come I just wish I could erase

All the damage done, all this pain, all this heartache 

It’s only just begun, it’s been fun, we were fucked up and numb

There’s a killer on the corner and he’s looking for love 

He’s, looking for love, Yeah he’s looking for (you my love)


Dylan watched as you sang along, impressed. The song ended and you opened your eyes to see Dylan watching you, a small smile on his face.

“What?” You snapped at him, which caused him to laugh.

“Nothing, you just have a nice voice.” He said honestly, which made you laugh. “Here you can pick the next song.” The tension slowly stated to ease away as a couple of songs played in the background. Dylan was fixing to say something when you interrupted him.

“Turn right here.” You pointed to your left. The last few minutes trickled by and Dylan was turning into your driveway. The lights were on in the house, and Annabeth’s car was in the garage. Shit, she’s gonna be so pissed.

You sat there for a moment, gnawing on your lip nervously. You didn’t want to leave Dylan, but after seeing him with Brittany at the party, you couldn’t help but feel pathetic. He was a celebrity, a celebrity with a shitty girlfriend, but a celebrity non the less. You hated the way he made you feel, so you decided to end it right there. You were going to get out of the car, and not think about him again.

“Thanks for the ride..” You trailed off. You pulled the handle opening the door the car to get out, but Dylan stopped you by grabbing your arm.

“Y/N wait… I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Dylan looked at you, a sad smile on his face.

“Noted. Are we done now?” You spat, jerking your arm out of Dylan’s grasp. You noticed the hurt look on his face, but you didn’t want to think about it. All you wanted was to go home and forget you ever met him.

“Yeah… I guess we’re done..” Dylan murmured, slumping in his seat. Dylan didn’t want to let you go just yet, but he knew he had to. He didn’t get the luxury of being selfish. 

“Good.” You stated, getting out of the car. You faintly heard Dylan mumble goodbye before you slammed the door, making your way into the house. Dylan sat in the driveway watching you walk away, thinking he just made a terrible mistake. You had almost made it to the door when noticed a black van driving slowly down the street shining a light around. Dylan didn’t notice the paparazzi when they were driving, probably because all he could focus on was you. He quickly got out of the car, trying not shut the door to hard.

“Y/N, wait.” He whisper-yelled, but it still managed to get your attention.

“Go away Dylan.” You grumbled. 

“Look I’ll give you five thousand dollars if you do me this favor.” He said, looking around to the road panicking.

“It’s not a favor if you pay for it.” You reminded him.

“So is that a yes?” He asked. You noticed he was concerned, and you had no idea why. You looked into his eyes, and the pleading look in them was enough for you to agree to anything. You realized this boy could pull on your heart strings like a puppeteer, and that scared you more than anything. 

10 minutes later you were rolling Dylan’s SUV into the garage next to Annabeths silver honda because the paparazzi. You were sweating slightly due to pushing a car combined with the LA heat. You grabbed a Georgia sleeping bag off a shelf, handing it to Dylan. He frowned at the sleeping bag, but took it anyway.

“What?” You asked, annoyed at Dylans ungratefulness.

“Your a Georgia fan, does that mean your a braves fan too?” He asked skeptically.

“No." 

"Oh then who do you go for?” He asked excitedly, secretly hoping it wasn’t the Yankees.

“No one, I hate baseball.” You scoffed and Dylan’s eyes practically fell out of his head as he screamed.

“How do you not like baseball?! It’s Americas favorite pastime!”

“It’s America’s stupidest pastime.” You countered, rolling your eyes. He just stared at you dumbfounded. “You’ll be out of here before morning right?”

“Yes and hopefully no one will know I was here.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“I’ll know.” You grumbled loud enough for him to hear you, which he rolled his eyes at.

“Hey um.. is there anything in here I can wear so when I do leave the paparazzi won’t recognize me?” He asked hopefully.

“You could check in those.” Pointed to a couple of boxes on the ground. Dylan gave you an awkward finger gun motion as he dug through the boxes.

“Is all this really necessary?”

“Yes, you clearly don’t understand. They’re…They’re everywhere.” Dylan grimaced, referring to the paparazzi.

“Paranoid.” You sang, coming to stand behind him crossing your arms.

“Just forget.” He snapped.

“Love too..” You sassed back. He stopped rummaging around and pulled out an old worn out cap putting it on his mop of chocolate brown hair. Your heart broke slightly at the sight, realizing what box he was looking through.

Dylan turned around so you could see. “How about this?” He only noticed your face looked pained, and he immediately regretted asking.

“That was my ex-Fiance’s hat. He used to wear it all the time, he called it his lucky hat.” Dylan looked at you, confused. He took it off his head quickly, silently cursing.

“Shit, I’m sorry.. Here.” He went to hand it back to you, but you backed up slightly. You shook your head, not wanting to touch the hat afraid of the memories it would bring.

“No you keep it.. It looks better on you anyways.” You said before you could stop yourself. Dylan raised an eyebrow at you, which caused you to blush.

“It obviously wasn’t a lucky hat if he still lost you.” Dylan offered, and you could hear the seriousness in his voice. He took a couple of steps toward you, staring into your eyes again. The tension started to build, but you refused to let it get out of hand.

“Stop doing that.” You growled.

“What am I doing?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” You huffed dramatically, “In fact, I bet you do it all the time. You give girls that.. That look.” You gestured toward Dylan’s gorgeous face, and a slight smirk fell onto his lips. “And  expect them to fall for you. Well its not working on me, so stop it.” He laughed lightly, shaking his head but continued to stare at you. “Do you need anything else?”

“No I’m cool.”

“Yeah so cool you’re sleeping in your car.” It was a cheap shot, and you knew it. He pursed his lips at you, and you let out a small sigh. “Goodnight Dylan.” You made your way toward the door, ready to go inside and get yelled at by Annabeth when he grabbed your arm to stop you once again.

“Y/N.. Thank you..” You nodded your head, accepting the gratitude. You turned the knob to the door, opening it quietly as possible, but before you walked into the house you dared one last look at Dylan. You didn’t know how this had happened, but you let this boy into your heart. In the morning he would be gone, back to his celebrity girlfriend and you will be left to live your ordinary life without a second thought. The scariest part of all this was you saw it coming, at it still hurt.

Parker Twins 3: “God, You Are So Dramatic” - Peter Parker x Twinsister!Reader

Word Count: 1505 

Based off of “Total Opposites”, “Parker Twins” and “The Parker Twins 2″

Warnings: angst(?), sarcasm, slight swearing, cute siblings

Author’s Note: I brought back “mc”. #no regerts

Sorry this took me two mcfreakin months to get out, I got distracted. Let me know if you like it, feedback is appreciated :))

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“Mr. Stark! Wait up!” Peter yelled after Tony, who was walking quickly towards the conference room at the Avengers base. Tony  briefly looked at him, irritation and confusion showing through his eyes.

“What do you want, Spiderling?” Tony snapped, not slowing down his pace.

“Mr. Stark, where’s my sister?” He asked, rushing in front of Tony, holding out his hands to make him stop.

Tony’s eyes met Peters. “Kid, I’m so sorry. (Y/n) was arrested-”

“What?!” Peter exclaimed, his eyes opening wide.

“She helped a fugitive in the eyes of the law-”

“Mr. Stark,” Peter interrupted, “You don’t understand! I promised (Y/n) that I would keep her safe, how am I supposed to do that if she’s in prison! Wha-What am I supposed to tell May…”

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*Y/n’s Pov*

The walls seemed to be closing in as you watched the second hand on the clock tick slower and slower. The cell that General Ross put you in was extremely comfortable, especially with the cold air making you shiver. You sat against the hard metallic wall, staring at the bars blocking the window so you couldn’t escape. You had been in this so called prison for what felt like a lifetime when in reality you had probably only been in there for a few days to a week. The longer you stared at the bars, the more and more it felt like they were taunting you with the reflection of the tinted blue lights that were keeping the place dimly lit. You started to wonder where Peter was, and if he was okay. What if he was hurt? What if he hated you?

“Hey!” A man’s voice shouted, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes drifted under the metal bars and your gaze met with a man that was in a cell across from yours.

“You okay?” The man asked, propping his hands up against the glass.

You chuckled, “I don’t know.”

The man tilted his head, “Regret what you did?”

You fumbled with your fingers, trying to find the right words to explain how you were feeling. “I don’t regret what I did, I regret hurting Peter.”

“The spider thing?”

“Yeah,” you laughed, “the spider thing. He’s my twin. And you are?”

“Sam Wilson,” The man, Sam, said while giving a comforting smile.

“I’m (Y/n) Parker. I would say nice to meet you but it-it would be nicer to meet you under better circumstances,” you joked, twirling your finger around. “Sam” laughed and nodded his head in agreement.

“You alright though, (Y/n)?”

“I-I miss my brother. Don’t get me wrong, he was a huge pain in my ass sometimes. Like, a MEGA pain- sorry, off topic,” Sam laughed again, “But I just… I hope he doesn’t hate me because of what I did.”

“Well, you are a huge pain in my ass too,” a new voice interjected. Your ears twitched at the familiar sound, and your eyes lit up once you saw the one person who somehow manages to make everything into a Star Wars reference: Peter freakin’ Parker.

“What are you-What are you doing here? Oh my god, I am so triggered right now,” you stumbled over your words, in shock that your idiotic twin somehow managed to make his way into this dump.

Peter laughed, “Tony let me come visit you, but we’ve only got five minutes to catch up.”

“Well, let me start. My time in here consists of eating, staring at the wall, and the most exciting part was when I briefly had a conversation with that guy,” you pointed towards Sam’s cell, “Sam, over there. He’s chill. Now, tell me how Mr. Spiderling has been.”

Peter cringed at the nickname, “Nothing much has happened. After the fight, I was mostly trying to heal. My eye hurts pretty bad,” he complained.

“Awe, poor Peter,” you mocked. “But, more importantly, have you talked to May?”

Peter’s smile faded and his head sunk low. He lightly tapped the glass with his foot and muttered, “Well, define talked to.”

“Talked to, as in calling her and letting her know we are alright. Even though I’m stuck in here-”

“No, I haven’t. I texted her and told her we were okay, and that it might be a while because you convinced Mr. Stark to let us go sight seeing.”

“Yeah, sounds like something I’d do,” you nodded your head in agreement and shrugged.

Peter revealed a small smile, “I missed you, (Y/n).”

“I missed you too, you mcfreakin’ idiot.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that again,” Peter scoffed, shaking his head.

“God, you are so dramatic.”

“Man, you two are total opposites,” Sam shouted, once again giving that comforting smile.

“Yeah,” you said, your eyes meeting Peter’s. “We get that a lot.”

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*a few weeks later*

“May!” Peter yelled, closing the door to the apartment in your lovely city, Queens. “I’m home!”

May jumped off the couch and gave Peter a hug. “Oh, Peter! I’ve missed you!”

“Yeah, May. I missed you too-”

“You were gone way longer than I was told,” May accused, “No calls? No texts? No emails?”

“I know, May. I know-”

“And where is your sister?!”

Peter swallowed hard, a huge lump forming in his throat. How was he supposed to tell his beloved aunt that her niece was in jail?

He took a deep breath and prepared to tell Aunt May everything. Everything.

“You might want to take a seat,” Peter started as he sat down on the couch. May stood still, watching him move his way over until she finally sat down next to him.

“Peter, what’s happening? You’re scaring me,” she said, her voice trembling. It wasn’t too hard to tell that Peter was going to say something important. He had a tell, a nervous tic. Peter would always look around the room as if he was seeing it for the first time while raising his hand and gently rubbing his neck. His eyes were a bit glassy, tears slightly forming.

“May… this is-I don’t really know how to word this,” Peter laughed nervously, resting his elbows on his knees, rapidly bouncing his leg while he stared at the floor. He brought his hands up to his face, rubbing his eyes before taking one more deep breath.

“A few months ago, something happened to me. And a few years ago, something happened to (Y/n)-”

“Y'all talking about me?” You interrupted, your head peeking out of the front door.

May looked at you with a huge grin, then back at Peter. “Well, speak of the devil,” She said, pushing herself off of the couch and briskly walking over to you.

“Sorry I’m so late to the party, but I had some stuff to take care of,” you said, stepping back into the apartment you called “home” and setting down your bags. You had missed the smell of Aunt May’s famous date loaf and the fresh laundry that had just come out of the dryer, that smelled a bit like mint and cucumber. May’s arms wrapped you, pulling you into a very tight embrace. You snuggled your head in between May’s neck, content that you were back with your family. Peter rushed to join in, and May stepped aside so that the two of you could have a moment alone.

“I’m gonna go grab some of that fresh date loaf. Don’t. Go. Anywhere,” she said slowly, making sure she got her point across. You and Peter nodded your heads, watching her walk out of the room. Peter hugged you tight, not believing that you were standing in front of him.

“How are you here?!” Peter whispered in your ear, making sure Aunt May wouldn’t hear him.

You pulled away and placed your hands on his shoulders, giving them a small shake. “It was hard… but I managed to escape,” you said in a serious tone.

“What?! How?” Peter raised his voice a little bit, looking at the kitchen to see May still slicing up a few pieces of bread.

“I’m awesome, that’s how.”

Peter was stunned. “Wha-what if Mr. Stark finds out? What if they take you back? I don’t know what I would do if you were taken away forev-”

“Brosuff, chill!” you laughed, “I may be awesome, but I’m not THAT awesome. Tony made a deal with me and let me go,” you added. “All I gotta do is become an ‘intern’ at Stark tower… or the Avengers tower, whatever it’s called now. But, you don’t have to worry. I’m not leaving anytime soon,” you smiled.

Peter smiled back, giving you one more hug. May returned with the snack, setting it down on the table near the two of you before wrapping her arms around the two of you.

“I’m glad you both are home,” she mumbled, gently rubbing the top of your heads.

“Me too.”

The group hug lasted for about five minutes, and since you were in the middle, you started to feel a bit claustrophobic.

“Hey guys, I love you but I can’t breathe.”

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The Fifth Maurader chapter 2

TITLE: The Fifth Maurader
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: chapter 2
AUTHOR: LokisGirl5
ORIGINAL IMAGINE:Imagine you’re a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts and Loki is a Slytherin- the fifth marauder, Fangs(his symbol is a snake) at first you despise each other, Loki thinks you’re boring and you think he’s too reckless, but eventually you fall in love with him, but you assume he doesn’t like you in return, until Thor, a Gryffindor, asks you to be his date to the Yule ball, and Loki gets jealous.

RATING: T-M???
NOTES/WARNINGS: swearing, implied sex,


Chapter 2: The Goblet of Fire

“So I heard Steve, Bucky, and Thor all put their names in the goblet of fire-“ said Briana as she, my friend Macy, my friend Amanda and I were walking to the assembly to find out who was Hogwart’s champion for the Triwizard Cup.
“Two Gryffindors And a Slytherin huh? Interesting?” Said Amanda
“I’m more interested in the fact that two of them are Americans myself.” Said Macy, she was always one to point out the elephant in the room.
“Oh hush- Steve and Bucky are our friends,” I said, nervously tucking my dirty blonde hair, tied up with a royal blue bow, behind my shoulder. I always fidgeted when someone mentioned Steve Rogers, I found him kinda cute, but he and Peggy were dating, and I would never try to interfere with a couple- I may have been outspoken but I was not a home wrecker. Well actually I’m not sure that’s the right word but you all get what I mean.
“Ooooh! There’s your boyfriend now Stephanie!!!!” Macy said, and I saw Steve coming and elbowed Macy in the ribs.
“Ow!” She yelped,
“Shut up!” I hissed as he passed by.
I mean yeah he was nerdy looking and had asthma, but he was a seeker in Quidditch and had a heart of gold.

Keep reading

the garrison is sketchy

so pre-kerberos shiro is a chill dude right….but he’s got a medal

and if u look at iverson’s uniform he doesn’t have one

which means that shiro was awarded a military medal at some point

so what did shiro get it for? how and why did he get it? does this mean he’s been to space before? also kerberos was supposed to be humans’ first encounter with aliens

so why was there a space-oriented military division before the kerberos mission that shiro was able to be awarded a medal from?

these r questions that can stand alone in their own post BUT since the military division already existed, kerberos might not have actually been humans’ first encounter with/evidence of aliens

u know who literally has an alien mom?

ya boy keith

if the government/the garrison caught wind of aliens living on earth (keith’s mom) and were unsure of their intentions and numbers, they could’ve made a galactic military division out of fear, which would be more than enough reason for keith’s mom to leave

tl;dr for some reason shiro has a military medal, which means that there was a galactic military division before the kerberos mission, which means that alien presence has likely been detected on earth before, which most likely included keith’s mom, and that would be a reason for keith’s family to break apart, which means that we have a lot of questions

The Cat Whisperer {a shallura wrong number au}

Summary: When Shiro gets a cat picture from an unknown number, he can’t resist texting back. Before long, an unlikely friendship starts to develop.

Rating: Teen and up (some swearing, maybe a bit of light smuttiness later, idek)

Notes: Thanks so much to everyone who left comments and messages telling me how much they liked the fic - I literally would not be posting another chapter if it wasn’t for you guys because I have no self-esteem and I think I’m terrible. THANKS ENABLERS!

Chapter 2 is now up on AO3!

[Allura] And now I need you to like all my selfies

[you] I’m looking at them now

[you] wait

[you] Allura

[you] are you a model?!?!?

Dizzy Vision (demo)
Fishface
Dizzy Vision (demo)

I swear this isn’t follower bait - I wanted to draw a Sucy that actually looked like Sucy so I ditched the Mr. Bungle shirt and the drool fetish. I wish I had the willpower to be one of those artists where, if I wanted to, I could draw like a DOZEN Sucy pinup doodles and that would be really satisfying but I’m already tired of drawing by the time I get her bust down.

On a COMPLETELY UNRELATED note (which means you can stop caring now), today’s track is a demo version of TRACK 2 from the FISHFACE album coming TOMORROW. I produced it with my good friend Dr. Kwack who has contributed to my music in previous times. This is our project where we just put down our dumbest fucking ideas and make some sense out of them. Funny, noisy, terrible, sarcastic, it is all of those things. I hope you’re at least 25% as excited as I am about it.

Yes, I’m plugging my own project in a post that will get people’s attention because of LWA, yes it’s shameless, yes I am scum, yes it’s pretentious.

Audrey Jensen x Reader - Killer

Pairings: Audrey Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Words: 2194
Request: “
An Audrey imagine where you’re Noah’s twin and Audrey likes you and the killer knows and stalks you because of it and threatens her with what they know so she gets really clingy” - anon
Request (2): “Hey babe. Do you think you would be able to do a short lil Audrey drabble where the reader walks in on Audrey changing? And the reader is Noah’s sister if possible? Thankyoooooooou :DDD”
- @ezramillerqueer  
Note: I posted this first part for like a minute the other day before deleting it cause I thought it’d do better with this request than on its own. And btw, does anyone know when Audrey and Noah met? Cause I always just assumed that they were like always friends since children but idk. Thanks :)

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“Noah, you prick!” I slammed his door open, “Stop using my chapsti-“

I froze in my tracks, eyes trained on the half-naked girl on my twin brother’s bed who was previously struggling to pull her tight jeans on, now staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. My posture straightened and I breathed in slowly as my brain slowly processed what was happening, delayed slightly by the wonderful sight before me.

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The Mistress - Chapter 2

Summary: Negan comes to visit the reader again, this time being a little bit stronger with his intentions.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Dwight

Rating: Mature (for swearing and smut) 

Warnings: Swearing & smut. 

Notes: I was going to update my third chapter tonight on my ao3, so I figured I would post Chapter 2 on here. 

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677

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I Feel Like a Winner

Fandom: Harry Potter → Marauders Era

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Plot: Requested: Anon: Can I get a young Sirius black request when he meets you for the first time when you quickly run into his room while your hiding from someone you just pranked. Then you just run off saying ‘thanks mate’ or something like that

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Warning: honestly what did you expected, a bit of swearing as usual.

You walked down the halls huffing and puffing, a scramble of notes and a large pile of books nearly crushing you from all the weight. The O.W.L.’s are coming up in two weeks and you have three quizzes next week, and you are not feeling well prepared. And honestly you are feeling a bit let down after all the things that happened between you and Sirius or lack thereof, as he actively tries to avoid you. And today, is Hogsmeade trip, which is of course you can’t go, because of all the damn work you have to do.

You gave a tight smile to the Fat Lady and murmured ‘eglantine’ and shifting your books from one hip to another. She opened up and you climbed through to coming face to chest with someone. You ‘oomph’ed and looked up while blinking.

“What are you doing here?”

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