Lately, finding happiness has become more and more difficult with each and every passing day. I’ve been looking in all the wrong places and have ended up with bruises from nights I remember but have been trying oh, so desperately to forget. Things that are etched into the back of my mind that will always be there, lingering. Waiting for a split moment where my guard is down to be resurfaced. That moment of happiness when my walls crumble to the ground is where I’ve been the most broken and I hate that I have been putting my walls down for everyone recently, but I cannot for the life of me help it. I’ve built up my trust for the world and ever so slowly it’s been crumbling down to the ground in shattered pieces once again. I’ve been letting people inside my mind that don’t deserve to see even the tiniest sliver of my thoughts and they’ve been tossing them away like they don’t even matter.
My thoughts and my feelings do matter. I matter. No one deserves to feel like the things that spout out of the deepest parts of their mind are insignificant because your thoughts and your feelings and your ideas matter. They are significant. Do not let anyone make you feel as though you are a nuisance in their life. If they do, they do not deserve you. Any of you. Not even the smallest part of you. You are worthy of respect and love. Please remember this…. Please remember this.
first off, congrats on 6k love!!! you deserve them all <3 // malec + training together
“Come on Magnus, it’ll take your mind off all this High
Warlock business. You’ll be able to clear your head and then afterwards, you
will have a clearer view of it all. Just focus on the training.”
Magnus looked up at Alec who was stood in front of where he
was sitting on the sofa. He had a tank top on and sweatpants. He had decided
rather rashly that he wanted to train, but he wanted to train with Magnus. So
he was trying to convince his boyfriend to join him. At first Magnus didn’t see
the point, not when he had other things on his mind. But when Alec explained,
he was quick to understand.
Sighing, Magnus stood up and waved his hand, changing his
clothes in a burst of magic so that he was wearing just sweatpants. Magnus
smirked when he saw Alec’s eyes glaze over momentarily.
“Fine. You’re on, Shadowhunter.
But I have one rule.”
Magnus stepped forward into Alec’s space. “What’s that?”
Magnus clicked his fingers again, removing Alec’s shirt, the
two of them shivering at the heat they felt radiating off each other. Magnus
stepped closer, their chests pressing together, to lean in and whisper in
“Oh, and try not to get distracted, Alexander.”
Magnus tripped Alec to the floor and he stood above him, a
mischievous grin on his lips. Alec looked up at him in shock before a smirk
settled onto his lips.
nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak
it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow,
I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but
anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again
I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers
you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so
at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the
end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot
of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th
years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark
Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first
row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the
Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view
-everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You
were on tip-toes, taking
advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make
know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand
up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as
our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your
cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation
and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class.
Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered
and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want
you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of
the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus,
who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the
I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something
that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your
teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The
majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it
requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably
guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm,
one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»
everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and
even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed
hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in
the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning
to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already
managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He
could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny
that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was
sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general
euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his
hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your
teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises
stopped and everybody looked at him once again.
To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most
beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your
heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand :
expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand
and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. «
requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the
theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be
ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus,
and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from
Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the
same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »
kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if
the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it
could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving
the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their
patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to
train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were
going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and
walking way too fast. Behind
and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the
details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus
who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He
raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the
gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing
your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him
to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and
you strated to worry.
He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a
little towards you.
afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I
mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I
saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He
whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter,
but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence
but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his
lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to
Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be
suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends.
Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid
someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it
gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.
can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have
to do it today if you don’t want to. »
think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »
4pm, you sat
in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who
seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a
flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already
looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not
look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his
dimples. He was a handsome young man, really,
and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was
Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his
Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per
usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls
passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of
meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes
every single time.
you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some
Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused.
be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem
will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he
spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why
don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »
laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had
to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her
wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.
fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. »
Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but
before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand
pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »
held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly,
the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before
fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her
advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air,
following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened,
she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even
took a bow.
strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a
deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased
Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she
exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with
you any sooner Potter. »
you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was
with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay
attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and
he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations
your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped
it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult
spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For
what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words
again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light
at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you
sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and
Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what,
and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore.
your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the
boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that
did not work so well that way, you could try.
can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. »
he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.
not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.
looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes.
Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You
were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning
cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his
strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other
one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were
probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.
you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the
first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it.
Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand. After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.
You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.
« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy. « A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »
Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.
« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. » « You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end. « You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. » « Like what ? » « A penguin. »
You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.
« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked. « Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. » « Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »
His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.
« I always knew you were a dog person. »
And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
“Pretty girls on the internet looking happier than I’ve ever felt / Pretty girls on the internet, rosy cheeks and full yet thin faces/ Pretty girls, just a little, but not too curvaceous/ Nothing in the middle, but a pond to sit in/ Pretty girls on the internet looking prettier than me/ looking thinner than me/ This end justifies the mean/ pretty girl, pretty girl/ I want to be a pretty girl/ like those pretty girls I see on the internet bathed in clear skin and just enough flesh/ I want to be like those pretty girls who love the flash/ The pretty girls who dance in clothing and rich shoes, who live in a colorful world/ who know what they want to do/ who have it all figured out/ past the surface of the pretty face and body/ I want to be a pretty girl but I’m having a hard time just being.”
Summary: Tony Stark’s daughter Y/N and Peter became good friends after Peter got recruited by Tony and Y/N always clean Peter’s wounds after a rough fight.
A/N: This was neither requested nor planned but I wrote this a few days ago because I just love the combination of Peter Parker and Tony Stark. Maybe I’ll write a second part… so tell me if you like it.
Feel free to send in requests! :)
I woke up to a knock and snuggled my face into the pillow, groaning. I heard the knock again, quicker and louder this time.
I groaned again, stretching my limps before looking to the glass door to the balcony.
I saw Spiderman leaning against it, waving slightly and taking off his mask to reveal his beautiful face. Standing up, I realised that I was only wearing my father’s shirt that covered most of me.
I hesitated but went over to the door, shoving it to the side to open it and Peter fell into my arms, groaning loadly before I could greet him.
“Peter!”, I gasped quietly as I tried to hold his body with my small arms.
“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N. It’s just…”, he began rather loudly, as he pulled himself back, “I, uh, was… there was this guy again…”
“Shhh. My parents are asleep.”, I explained quietly and while he rambled on, my eyes found his black eye and the cuts in his face which I hadn’t noticed before. My hand reached up to his face, my fingertips carefully drawing over the cuts. He shut up the second my fingers touched his skin.
“Oh, God, Peter… are you hurt somewhere else?”, I asked him and he nodded, his hand tracing over his chest down to his stomach.
Without hesitation I pressed the metal spider on his chest making the fabric go loose and sliding down his shoulders. “What the hell? How do you…?”, he exclaimed quietly, grabbing the suit and holding it, not wanting to stand in front of me with only his boxers on. My eyes instantly shot a brief glance on his abs before I looked him in the eyes.
“Come on, Peter, I helped dad while he worked on the suit. I know more about it than you do.”, I laughed softly, but got quiet when I took a closer look to his chest. There was a huge cut over his whole chest and several smaller ones over his stomach.
“Shit.”, I mumbled, pulling him towards my bed and pressing him down, “Let’s take this off and then I’m going to-” “No, wait.”, his hands firmly grabbing mine which were about to take off his suit completely.
“What are doing?”, Peter wanted to know,his voice shaking slightly. “Don’t be so shy, I’ve seen you shirtless before. And honestly, Peter, I’m not wearing a lot more clothes than you.”, I grinned at him but he only looked more shocked.
“That’s not helping…”, he muttered and sighed, “I… I can take it off myself.”
I only nodded, leaving him in my room and quietly wandering through the hallway to get to the bathroom and take a wet cloth.
Getting back to my room, Peter still sitting on my bed, I closed the door. His head turned to look at me, giving me a cute, little smile as I approached him.
Neither of us said a word as I pushed him down on my bed, laying on his back. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned his wounds.
I was hovering above him, being really near his face while I examined his black eye.
He shut his eyes while I traced over the cuts on his face and he flinched everytime, suppressing a groan and probably thinking about how he got all the cuts.
I couldn’t help but let my fingers roam through his brown curls, feeling him tense up. “It’s fine, Peter. You’re safe here.”, I whispered before pressing a long kiss on his cheek. His brown eyes widened instantly, staring into mine but his expression softened as I smiled at him before taking care of the cuts on his chest.
The only sounds that filled my room were his soft groans while I cleaned the huge, deep cut on his chest. It took me a while to finish my work and Peter’s chest had lifted and sank about a thousand times due to his heavy breathing.
But when I finished cleaning his wounds I wasn’t able to look away from his muscular body. I felt the unbearable urge to touch him and my hands reached out before my fingertips danced over his stomach and traced over his abs.
He was so beautiful, I was wondering if this was the body of a god. But one thing I knew for sure: this body took my breath away.
“What are you doing?”, I suddenly heard Peter’s voice and I jumped, pulling back my hand. I looked at him, feeling the heat in my face and opened my mouth to say something but no word left my lips.
I just hoped that he wasn’t able to see me blushing due to the dimmed light.
I cleared my throat when he sat up, looking at me with a flirty smile.
“Is there something else I can help with?”, I wanted to know, my voice even higher than usual.
He wanted to shake his head but then stopped, looking into my eyes all the time.
“Actually…”, he began, “I, uh, was- you know, wondering if I could… maybe stay here? I-I need… uh, I need cuddles. No, I’d like to… cuddle with you… if it’s fine.”
“Yeah, it’s fine. But you have to leave in the morning as soon as possible.” , I responded calmy, though I was a excited mess on the inside. I gave him a slight smile before standing up. “You want a shirt?”, I continued, making my way over to the wardrobe and turning on the light.
“Yeah, that would be nice.”, he said and came over to me into the wardrobe, where I had taken off my father’s shirt, not expecting him to follow me and now standing in front of him with only my underwear.
“Jesus Christ! I’m so sorry!”, he exclaimed, stumbling back against the wall. I randomly picked a shirt before pulling it over my head and took a comfy pair of shorts, putting it on as well.
Peter was still shocked but his gaze was glued to the ground, his face as red as his suit. “Here, put this on.”, I mumbled, ignoring the embarrassing scene and pressing my father’s shirt that I had worn before to his chest.
I turned off the light of the wardrobe, laying down in my bed and waiting for Peter to join me. I watched him, putting on the shirt which was a bit too big for him, as well. “This is weird. I’m wearing Mr. Stark’s shirt…”, he mumbled as he laid down next to me, staring at the ceiling. “Would you prefer sleeping naked?”, I chuckled and he smirked. “Maybe.”, he flirted and looked at me briefly but turned to look at the ceiling again.
I watched him from the side, admiring his facial features “What?”, he breathed, noticing my staring. “I thought you needed cuddles.”, I whispered back and a smile formed on his lips.
There wasn’t another word spoken. He just wrapped his arms around me, my head on his shoulder, my forehead against his head and my hand on my father’s shirt that hid his abs.
My heart beat quickly, while his fingertips traced over my upper arm and I tried to stay awake, wanting to live every second of this. But I was surrounded by his intoxicating scent, the warmth coming from him and our comfy position made me fall asleep almost instantly.
I woke up to the light getting turned on and Peter sitting up but I only groaned, not being awake enough to process what was happening. “Uh, Y/N?”, I heard Peter’s rough voice.
“Peter, it’s too cold without your hot body.”, I mumbled, “Why did you turn on the light?”
I felt him shake my arm and I sat up now, as well, my arm brushing his. I wanted to snap at him but then I noticed my father standing in the door frame. My eyes widened and I quickly looked at Peter, his eyes filled with panic.
“I repeat: What the hell is going on?”, he wanted to know, his arms folded in front of his chest, a strict look on his face.
“Mr. Stark, I swear, we didn’t-”, Peter started and my dad scoffed, “Don’t bullshit me. And hands off of my daughter!”
Peter scooted away from me, taking his warmth with him. “Dad, we were only-”, I began but he interrupted me.
“From this moment on, there’s a line.”, he said after a deep sigh, approaching us. “Dad.”, I moaned but he ignored me.
“Talking, hanging out, hugging. All fine with me, but that’s it. Nothing more than hugging. Understood?”
Peter nodded quickly, “Of course, Mister Stark.”
“Now, get out of this bed, kid.”, my dad sighed and Peter did as he was told, picked up his Spiderman suit and stood in front of him, ready to leave.
“Wait, is this my shirt?”, my dad wanted to know and Peter nodded slowly. “Do you want me to give it back?”, Peter’s hands grabbed the hem of the shirt, ready to take it off.
TURN IT OFF REPRISE
I’ve got a feeling
That I’ve been feeling
Ever since we met on my very first day
You said I had a problems
And told me how to solve them
I promise, I’ve tried not to feel this way
I turned it off
Like you said to
I turned it off
That’s what I thought I was supposed to do
I felt a feeling that just didn’t seem right
I tried to turn it off like a reading light
I turned it off
Ever since I was young, I never had anyone
I was too focused on work for anything of that kind
But then I met you, and it all seemed true
And I started to have strange feelings inside
It all feels so wrong, but I’m sick of lying…
Please don’t turn away, oh, please don’t start crying
I tried to turn it off
For eight miserable years
I repressed all my pains and fears
I turned it off
Just turned… it… off
My feelings for Steve just wouldn’t leave
No matter how much I tried to pray them away
When my parents found out, all they did was shout
They told my it was wrong to feel this way
They said I was bad, that I was sick
Then they taught this ‘nifty’ trick
He tries so hard and practises so much, but he seems to fail everytime. While others are being praised, he’s brought down. He probably lives in fear of being eliminated and being a burden for the team. He has probably lied awake, thinking of all the things he does wrong, repeating every single mistake over and over again. JYP’s words echooing through his head, tears must have rolled down those cute cheeks. A 16 year old boy crying himself to sleep because he thinks that he’s not good enough, that he’s lacking. “You need to practise more” as if he doesn’t even try at all.
There are so many things going on behind the scenes, and so many things in the head of this boy. We have never seen JYP telling him HOW to improve; he points out all the mistakes but doesn’t give tips on how to improve or maybe a little compliment for something he did right? Jeongin has probably lost all his self-confidence by now.
He walks around with a huge burden on his shoulders, yet he always smiles. This isn’t easy for a 16 year old and I’m so thankful to all the other members for helping him even when they should practise themselves and hyping him up so he feels a little bit better.
Last, but not least, I wanna thank Jeongin for always putting a smile on our faces. It’s not hard to read the look on his face while he’s performing and you can see just how much he enjoys the moment. Seeing someone so happy to be on stage, to be doing what they love, is a huge inspiration to me (and I’m sure to many others as well). I hope he gets to fulfill his dreams and be this happy every day, because he truly deserves it.
I wrote this cute little story a few days ago. It’s basically Lance and Keith bonding over family and it has some langst in it too. Enjoy!
Ocean eyes met the bright illusion of stars in the open space of the vacant bridge in the Castle of Lions.
Lance wasn’t usually one for deep thoughts and life evaluations, but he simply couldn’t shake the simple question he had been asked by an inquisitive Pidge earlier in the day.
He had been dejectedly complaining about missing out on Earthly parties and other events that made home what it was, when the green paladin objected to his longing whines and caused his eyes to turn a different shade.
“What was so good about Earth anyways?”, she had asked. Lance knew Pidge hadn’t intended the plain question to be complex, or have any other effect on him other than getting him to cease his protesting. Despite that, he couldn’t help but allow the thought to linger in the back of his mind throughout the day’s meetings and practices.
Constantly Lance had yearned for his home of endless seas and crisp air, but whenever he claimed he desired the comfort of his planet of blue sky’s he utterly disregarded the stormy aspects of it.
Even though it had been his dream to be an astro-explorer, the Garrison destroyed him, in both physical and emotional ways. From the first five minutes of initiation Lance was treated like a weed in a garden of brightly colored roses.
Not good enough. Not serious enough. Not smart enough.
Both Lance and his parents had exhausted themselves for years, trying to salvage enough money for him to be able to afford to attend a prestigious school such as the Garrison. The day his acceptance letter arrived in his mailbox was known as the day Lance chipped a tooth from stubbornly presenting his incessant grin to the world.
It wasn’t that Lance hadn’t anticipated the all-around serious attitude of the Garrison, he was knowledgeable enough to understand the basic actuality that the space exploration program would not tolerate slacking off. However, what he hadn’t expected was the amount of pressure that every member of the Garrison would force onto his, at the time, naive shoulders.
Week after week after week, Lance would swallow his pride and face the fact that he lingered at the bottom of his class. No matter how many sleepless nights he had poured into his work, no advancements has been made; he was nothing more than a disappointment to himself, and to so many others.
What made his situation even worse was the fact that he had absolutely no friends before he came to know Hunk. Every student Lance encountered was a robot, hardwired for success and discovery. His class-clown routine didn’t impress anybody, and he wasn’t oblivious to the harsh side comments about how he would only last a week before the stress broke him.
Those comments haunted his mind and had driven him to throw every ounce of energy he had into making his dreams a reality. Sadly, the only reality he faced was the fact that the snide claims about Lance breaking, had inevitably come true.
The blue paladin was pulled from his reminiscing thoughts at the sharp sound of a bay door sliding open. Lance expected Coran or Allura to come strolling through the door, however he was met with a very solemn looking Keith, complete with his usual closed off stance and scrunched eyebrows.
The red paladin didn’t seem to notice him peering at him from the floor, though he did notice the display of stars that scattered the room. Lance arched his body and propped himself up on one elbow as his friend carried himself across the diameter of the room.
“Looking for somethin’?”, Lance asked, a carefree tone laced his words despite the somber thoughts that continued to subconsciously swirl around in his head.
Keith, who was circling himself as he stared at endless stars, pivoted his body and focused his sharp gaze on the blue paladin, a crease forming in his forehead. “What are you doing here?” His voice had a slight edge to it that brought Lance’s curiosity to life.
He scrunched his stomach muscles together in an attempt to sit all the way up. He locked eyes with Keith and arched a brow. “Can’t a guy just think for a while?” He cocked his head to the side, deepening his stare. “What about you, Hot Head? You trying to get away from that brooding cloud that follows you everywhere?”
The brief and mild expression Keith wore faded into annoyance the tick Lance started talking. He broke their eye contact and flickered his eyes to the floor. “Mind your own business.”
Lance frowned, which was something he didn’t do very often. Keith seemed…far away. He wasn’t snapping back like he usually would, and that fact threw Lance’s motives off. “Dude,” he called to his distant friend with a slight smile, and gestured for him to come closer by a tapping his right hand on the floor beside him.
Hesitantly, Keith crossed the bridge and lowered himself to the floor five feet away from Lance. His chin was tilted to the ceiling of the bridge and the stars that rotated the room at a still and comfortable pace. He sighed, “So, what are you thinking about?”
Lance, bittered by the space between him and his friend, scooted over until he and Keith were a mere one foot apart. He lied down and pressed his back to the floor, then grabbed the back of Keith’s crop jacket and pulled him down alongside him which induced a grunt from the distraught red paladin.
“Earth. My family…I miss them,” Lance said, admittedly. “To be honest, I hated my life at the Garrison. I wasn’t anything there, everyone was always better than me. You were always better than me. But even though I couldn’t amount to anything, I still had my mom and dad, and my siblings. I had home.” He paused, closing his eyes before quietly adding, “I don’t have that anymore.”
Keith scoffed beside Lance, which caused him to tilt his head see his expression. Amusement was splattered on his pale face, a small crease playing at the corner of his mouth. Keith spoke, “Don’t be an idiot. You still have a home, and don’t even think of saying you’ll never return to Earth because you know that isn’t true.” A melancholy sigh escaped from his lips, and his dark eyes grew to be half-lidded. “I never had a home, I was thrown away from my orphanage, and from my foster homes. Then, I was thrown out of the Garrison. The closest thing I have to family is Shiro and he’s…” His voice trailed off.
Lance knew how much Keith had been hurting since Shiro’s disappearance. The boy hadn’t spoken to anyone for days after he went missing. Shiro was everyone’s rock, and his absence brought nothing but devastation that knocked each team member off the rails in their own way.
“I don’t have anyone,” Keith finished, though he sounded distracted.
A pause erupted between the two of them. Lance wasn’t one for sentiment, and he had no idea what to say to someone who seemed so utterly lost.
“Well,” the blue paladin started with a slight shrug. “Let’s make our own family then, right here in space.” Lance didn’t expect his words to have any effect on Keith, and he was surprised to find his friend’s face turning a foreign, sickly color. It took a good minute before Lance came to the realization that Keith was flustered. His giggling response to the situation was immediate. Not once had he ever seen the dark and deadly red paladin turn into the rosy mess that he was now. Lance grabbed Keith’s forearm as an attempt to help calm him down, and their eyes met each other as a result.
“Are you blushing?”, Lance asked with a sly grin.
Keith’s reddish skin tone deepened as a scowl spread across his features. “I don’t blush.”
Lance chuckled once more. “Okay, tough man.”
Silence fell upon the foily pair for a second time. Serenity took over Lance’s mind. Maybe Keith wasn’t such a bad companion after all.
“Um, by the way,” the red paladin said after basking in the quiet for a few minutes. “That idea doesn’t sound so bad…you know, the family one.” His voice was strained and definitely conflicted, but everything he wanted to get across successfully found its way into his friend’s brain.
Lance’s hand lingered on Keith’s forearm gently, and suddenly he didn’t feel homesick anymore. The boys’ gaze drifted back up to the constellations that hung above them. Lance knew someone would come worriedly looking for them, but that knowledge didn’t stop him from desperately wishing that this infinite moment under millions of fake stars could stretch out into eons.
Request: Hi I just finished your master list and I was hoping you could do one where Peter (Tom Holland) gets a cut but not too serious but goes to reader to help clean it. When she asks why he says it’s an excuse to see her and they kiss and fluff and such. Thank you for your amazing fics!!!!!!!! by @theatregeek217
A/N: Hi, guys! I know I say this a lot, but I truly believe I am back. I finally have my life in order and a routine set up, and I think I have enough time to squeeze two/three weekly imagines in my routine. I am also studying English Studies, so a little bit of writing will really help. I hope you enjoy this short magazine I wrote a few days ago!
Startled by the sound of something crashing against your window, you quickly opened your eyes and turned on your bedside table lamp. You diverted your gaze towards the window, trying not to panic. When you saw your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man, your body relaxed, and you got up from bed and walked towards him. You opened the window, quietly whispering for him to come in, and closed the window as soon as he was in. You put your finger on your lips, not wanting him to wake your parents up. ‘’What are you doing here this late at night?’’ you asked. Peter took off his mask and sat on the ground, looking tired. ‘’I’m sorry for waking you up,’’ he started, ‘’but I need you to take a look at a wound I got. I think it needs stitching.’’ You stood there, shocked. Peter had never gone to your place after fighting someone. You finally decided to move and walked toward the bathroom silently, getting the first-aid kit. You went back to your room and sat next to Peter, who had removed the upper part of his suit. You looked at the wound, furrowing your brows. ‘’Pete, this is simply a scratch. You even had worse scratches when you were a kid and fell off your bike.’’ He looked at it, cheeks red, and winced. ‘’I mean,’’ he said, ‘’I was pretty convinced it was worse.’’ You smiled and looked back at the wound, carefully cleaning up the blood and putting a patch over it. ‘’Hey, [Y/N]?’’ Peter whispered. You looked back at him and smiled softly, waiting for him to continue. He pushed himself towards you, closing his eyes and kissing you softly, remaining still and waiting for you to do something. You kept your eyes open, not doing anything for a few seconds. You then closed your eyes and put your hand on Peter’s cheek, kissing him back. When he finally put away, he looked at his hands, too embarrassed to look back at you. ‘’I knew it was a simple scratch from the beginning,’’ he said, ‘’I just wanted a reason to come.’’ You laughed softly and he looked at you, cheeks red. ‘’I’m glad you came’’ you whispered before kissing him again.
Treading nervously from foot to foot, you leant slightly against the doorframe, keeping the door as shut as possible despite the fact you were stood in it. You didn’t want to let the warmth of the bedroom seep out into the chilly corridor, not since all you had with you was a pair of small sleep shorts and a vest…
No reply came when you called his name again, and you trailed your hand anxiously up to the fresh mark at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. It was still sore, the skin around the wound still vaguely irritated, and memories from the night before flared to the forefront of your mind.
A hot rush flooded through your veins, quickly followed by a dull pang in your lower abdomen. Whether that was from the increasing sense of anxiety, or the tail end of your heat, you had no idea.
Quietly, you slipped back into Dean’s bedroom, shutting the door completely.
He wouldn’t have just left, right?
You could feel your heartbeat increase as you started pacing the room, fear and panic threatening to overwhelm you.
Yes, this hadn’t exactly been planned, but it wasn’t overly unexpected either. Or at least, not to you.
You and Dean had been dancing around one another for nearly two years, always flirting and exchanging meaningful smirks when you hunted together. Once or twice, after you’d both had just a bit too much to drink, you’d both surrendered to a heavy make out session. But neither of you had dared push it further.
Sure, you’d both felt that tug on your heart, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to make it real.
Hunters didn’t get happy endings with mates and pups.
Last night, though… well. It was an accident.
After working a hunt with the Winchesters, you’d wound up stranded at their Bunker when your heat hit early. They, of course, took off to a nearby motel so as to give you space, and to avoid any… accidents.
That had gone to shit when Dean had slipped back last night, determined to grab his laptop and get out fast, not realising that you’d just happened to be in the kitchen getting a glass of water. The place was so full of your scent that he’d had no idea, and had practically walked right into you.
Obviously, things had progressed.
Now, you were wondering whether you’d made a huge mistake, considering you’d woken up to an empty bed.
Your phone vibrated on the bedside table, startling you slightly.
‘Hey. Sorry to leave you like that, but I’d left Sammy without a car. Had to pick him up.
We’ll talk later’
You let out a loud sigh, releasing a breath you hadn’t even realised you’d been holding.
We’ll talk later…
Well, it wasn’t perfect, but it was good enough for now.
Request: Hello! If you’re feeling up to it, I have a request for a Spidey one-shot! After a tough fight, Peter (delirious from blood loss or something), accidentally climbs through reader’s apartment window instead of his own (reader is in the apartment above/below Peter’s). They don’t really know each other except for the occasional smile in the hallways at school or discussions in class, but now reader knows his big secret! Homecoming made me a little (a lot) obsessed with Peter, so I’m full of ideas!
A/N: Finally wrote something! Not my best work, but definitely like it better than what I wrote a few days ago! Hope you enjoy it!
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. Peter had meant to climb through his bedroom window and clean his cuts eager to go to sleep after a tough fight. That is what he tried to do, trusting his senses and his knowledge of the building, and thus not even bothering to open his eyes through the process. He opened his eyes, however, when he heard a screech behind him as he was carefully taking off his suit, stuck to his body because of the blood. He quickly turned around, flinching and forgetting to put on his mask. ’’Parker?’’ a girl sleepily asked. It took Peter a few second to realize who this was -lights were off and he was still pretty sleepy to recognize someone only by their voice. The person was also lying in bed, making it difficult for him to see the silhouette clearly. When he finally realized that he had not gone to his room, but his crush’s room, who lived under him, he tried to play it off ‘’I don’t know a Parker,’’ he said, muffling his voice and turning around, trying to find his mask, ‘’do you know a Parker?’’ ‘’Peter, I’m not stupid,’’ she said, ‘’we go to school together.’’ He didn’t answer, quickly putting on his mask before turning around. ‘’What are you doing naked in my room?’’ the girl whisper-shouted. Peter looked down, realizing he was only in his underwear and his mask, and noticing he probably looked stupid. He knew there was no way out of this, so he took off his mask and tried to move, almost falling to the ground due to the dizziness. ‘’Oh my God,’’ she said, quickly rushing out of bed and putting Peter’s arm around her shoulder, ‘’are you bleeding? You are bleeding, oh my God. You are bleeding. Let me get something to stop the bleeding.’’ She didn’t let Peter say a word, making him sit on her bed and rushing out of her bedroom. Coming back with some ice, bandages and a needle, she sat next to him and started treating his wounds silently. Peter felt anxious, not knowing how to act. When she finished, she got up from her bed and left the room to wash her hands. Peter tried, then, to think of things to say to her, silly excuses that she would probably not believe. She came back and picked the suit up, examining it silently and then looking up at Peter. ‘’This is gonna need some stitching’’ she told him, leaving the suit on a chair. Peter nodded, looking at his hands and trying not to turn red about the fact that he was sitting in his underwear on his crush’s bed and she had not said anything about that. She sat next to him and looked straight into the wall, still silent. Peter looked at her, admiring the way the moon reflected on her face and made her look even prettier. ‘’Do you want to explain what is going on?’’ she quietly asked. Peter nodded but stayed silent. After some minutes, he finally mustered the courage to say something. ‘’I’m Spider-Man’’ he said, exhaling right after. ‘’I know it’s pretty obvious now, but I don’t really know what else to tell you. I live above you and I climbed through the wrong window. Sorry. I mean, not that I don’t appreciate you healing me. I’m extremely thankful. I’m just sorry that I bothered you.’’ She stayed silent and kept looking at the wall for a few seconds. She then turned to look at Peter and smiled softly. ‘’You didn’t bother me, Peter’’ she said. ‘’Don’t worry, by the way. I won’t tell anyone.’’ He nodded and smiled back, relieved. ‘’I should head home’’ he said, getting up and putting on what was left of his suit. As he was about to leave through the window, he stoped and turned around, opening his mouth to say something, but at a loss of words. ‘’You can come here whenever you need help’’ she told him, smiling softly. He nodded and smiled, even if she couldn’t see him through the mask. Having more confidence whilst in the suit, he mustered the courage and said what he had meaning to. ‘’Would you like to go out when I’m not bleeding out and I have clothes on?’’ he quickly asked, expecting rejection. She laughed and nodded her head. ‘’I would love to, Parker,’’ she told him, making his heart jump around in his chest, ‘’you know where to find me.’’
A scene from this story I wrote a few days ago. The last episode of Dice Camera Action gave me the feels so I had to vent write and now vent draw….. cant wait for hiatus to be over. (diath belongs to @projared)
I call to you, Loki, protector of the outcast,
and needler of the comfortable:
help me find the courage to speak out
against the violences I see.
Help me cut the seal of fear from my lips.
Loki, crosser of borders,
straddler of lines:
help me shed the shielded skin of privilege from my form.
For an instant, expose me raw and raging underneath.
Loki, of sly smile,
and weary eyes:
help me bear any punishment that comes to pass.
It is a cost that only proves the necessity.
Loki, liesmith beloved,
who speaks truths others fear:
help me speak,
even through my fear.
Here’s the little prayer I wrote a few days ago to Loki (my first one ever!) about speaking out against oppression. (He helped me file an official complaint against my violent, racist boss.) Reblogs and personal use OK if anyone wants to, though be aware it references being a conditionally white-passing PoC, so it may not be relevant for everyone without modifications.
Pairing - Jake x MC Prompt - After the first run-in with the Arachnids, Michelle and Jake have a heart to heart about MC. Warnings - None that I can think of. Word Count - 1462 It’s a shorter one, but it’s a happy one so there’s that. I wrote this a few days ago mostly because I love the way Michelle and Jake kinda butt heads sometimes and I love the idea of Michelle and MC being friends that are protective over each other.
“Why you gotta make me feel weak at a time like this?”
Everyone was exhausted. As soon as the group entered the resort, they settled down to sleep. Jake had tried, truly, but found himself lying wide awake beside his princess. There were too many thoughts running through his mind; the adrenaline was pumping too wildly through his system. Jake had seen Lundgren for the first time since the crash, the first time since Mike was killed. Not only that, but Lundgren had endangered not just Jake but the people he’d grown to care about over the time he’s spent with them. He endangered Jake’s princess.
“Can’t sleep either?”
Jake hadn’t been expecting anyone to be awake. Michelle was standing in the center of the lobby where everyone slept, looking as wide awake as he felt. “There’s food in the kitchen, if you’re hungry.”
“Yeah, that’d be great,” Jake responded, though only earned a scoff.
“I didn’t say I’d bring it to you,” the college student countered, rolling her eyes. At his motion to the sleeping girl beside him, Michelle only brushed him off. “She can sleep through anything, trust me. C’mon.” In truth, Jake was starving after the day’s events, so he followed her into the kitchen. The room was massive, full of chrome cabinets and counters. Sleek kitchen appliances filled the space. Jake sat down at a counter as Michelle stepped into the pantry and came back with various snacks. “There’s more, but I’m not cooking,” she announced before setting the cereal boxes on the counter. “You a Cheerios or a Froot Loops kinda guy?”
Jake looked at her for a long moment. The pair hadn’t gotten along too well through the time on the island, so he didn’t understand the sudden kindness. Though, he wasn’t about to ruin the night. After all, it seemed like neither of them were going to bed anytime soon. So, he shrugged and picked up a box, pulling it open and grabbing a handful of cereal. “Actually, I’m more of a Lucky Charms fan.”
“Huh. Didn’t know you were a five year old.” Despite the comment, a loose smirk was forming on her face.
“Yeah? Well I didn’t know you were eighty-seven. You couldn’t find anything better than Raisin Bran?” Jake countered, giving her his own smirk.
“Oh shut up. You don’t have to be so snarky all the time, you’re not fooling anyone,” Michelle spoke then between handfuls of her cereal. “I know how it works. You act like an ass to keep people away. Well, you didn’t keep everyone away.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Jake shot back, pausing in his eating. He’d never expected her to stand with him when his old team showed up. Princess, it’s me he wants. Take the others and get out of here!
“Woah, are you okay? You look like you’re gonna be sick.” The thought of her getting hurt because of him made him nauseous. Lundgren couldn’t take two people from him. Jake placed his palms on the counter, feeling the cool metal against his skin. It kept him focused on the present; a trick he’d learned the first year after escaping from behind enemy lines. He kept his eyes closed, breathing out a slow breath before nodding and opening his eyes. “She cares about you, you know that?”
“I know. It’s gonna get her hurt someday,” he finally states, resuming eating the cereal if only to find something else to focus on. There was nothing that scared him more than someone he loved caring about him. Mike was willing to risk his life for Jake’s cause, and in the end, he did give his life. It felt like he’d lost a brother that day, he didn’t know if he could ever feel the same pain again; the pain of losing someone he loved when it was his own damned fault. “It’s gonna get her hurt as soon as we get off the island.”
A pause; Jake knew Michelle was decrypting what he said. It didn’t take long, again proving her intelligence. “You don’t plan on sticking around? What an ass move.”
“I’m starting to think that’s my name, Maybelline,” Jake responded dully, not much play in his words. He only gave her a side glance before staring at the bright red cereal box in his hands. It seemed to contrast wildly with the conversation they were having.
“If you aren’t serious about this, you should tell her. She’s serious about you.” Michelle sounded angry, sounded hurt by his words as if she were the girl he was running from.
She didn’t understand. Jake gripped the side of the counter now, lifting his head to stare at the college girl. “Not serious? I’d get down on one knee right now if I could. I’d take her home to meet my family, I’d start my own family with her someday,” he struggled not to let his voice shake. Sounding passionate was one thing, but he couldn’t appear weak in front of Michelle, not in front of anyone. “But I can’t, because my mother thinks I’m a traitor. If we tried to get married, I’d be arrested for treason and she’d be arrested for helping to hide me, and any kid we could potentially have would never receive the perfect life it deserves because we’d be on the run constantly. I’m serious, I’m just realistic too.”
“She’d be willing to do it, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. I also know she deserves better than that, better than me.”
“You were going to sacrifice yourself for us today,” Michelle spoke, seemingly changing the subject. Jake felt himself relax; talking about his actions was more comfortable than opening up about his feelings for his princess. It had been hard enough coming to the realization and acceptance that he’d fallen for her, much less vocalizing it and his fears to one of her college mates. “For her.”
A shrug. That would have been the easy part. Jake was terrified of Lundgren, but he’d face the man a thousand times over if it meant ensuring the safety of his princess. His fear of seeing her hurt because of him was far greater than any fear of one man. “I didn’t have to. Princess stopped that plan right away.”
More silence. Michelle was focusing on her cereal now, staring at it as if it held the answer to all her questions. Jake had poured some of his cereal on the counter, and was now picking out the marshmallows to eat. There wasn’t anyone to call him rude for picking out the best parts. “This island’s changing all of us, more than you could notice,” Michelle finally spoke, a quieter voice than before. “Back at Hartfeld, she was no leader. Her and Diego melted into the crowd. I’d met her, of course, but she didn’t leave an impression on me. She was just some college student from a small town trying to fit in on campus. It felt like her life goal was to blend into the background. Now…well, she’s an entirely different person. I’m convinced some of that is your doing.”
“Me?” Jake didn’t believe it for one instant. It was the fear of losing her friends that caused her to step up. Even when he’d first met her in the cockpit of his plane she was a force to be reckoned with. He’d guessed even then that, given time he didn’t think they’d have, she’d have an effect on him. At first, it was because she reminded him so much of Mike. Then, it was because she was forcing him to deal with caring for someone again, with loving someone so deeply it scared him.
“I’m serious. You push her to be her best self. I could be friends with this new her,” Michelle explained. She tossed a piece of her Raisin Bran at him and shook her head. “Don’t pick out the marshmallows! What are you, a heathen?!”
A laugh. Jake hadn’t felt like laughing much in the past few years, but this group of college kids seemed to be able to make it happen easily. “You can’t tell an elder what to do, Maybelline,” he chuckled.
“You’re, what, thirty? You’re not much of an elder.”
“I’m twenty-six!” Jake exclaimed then, palm smacking against his chest in disbelief. “You think I look thirty?”
“A generous thirty. Is that a gray hair?” Michelle smirked, setting down the purple box in her hand and crossing her arms against her chest. “You might want to get to the proposal before your hair grays and falls out.”
“I shouldn’t have told you that.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Michelle countered, standing up and beginning to walk back to the lobby where the others slept soundly. She paused in the doorway, offered a small smile, then added, “but I’m glad you did.”