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Helping Hand P3

Originally posted by mortallyburningperfection

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship… or maybe something more?

Requested:  OMG I LOVE IT MORE PLEASE IM BEGGING (if u dont have an idea maybe she sees him at school i would love to see that) 

YOUR REQUEST IS MY DEMAND HUN! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS! I kind of at the end lead it off for smut maybe.. idk I was trying something new XD LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINKKKK

Word Count: 3.9k (this one is a longy so enjoy)

Warning(s)?: Cursing, Some Sensual content I guess? If that’s a warning. CORNY AF! LIKE HELLA CHEESY OMG SORRY! And just to save confusion the parts where its all like 

this, this is like a flashback to her and spiderman talking if that makes sense as she’s in the present kinda thing.

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Originally posted by tomshollandss

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Helping Hand

To say you didn’t get a wink of sleep that night would be an understatement. Peter Parker… His name sounded familiar.. Almost. You rolled over underneath your covers, plugging in your ear phones hoping some soft tunes will lull you to sleep. Of course unknowing about the surprise you were about to receive tomorrow.

You woke to the smell of waffles. Hoping out of bed quickly, you raced to your bedroom, quickly having a shower. Only spending 10 minutes in there, you get changed then whip out of your bedroom. You walk down the stairs and into the kitchen, grab an apple from the fruit ball. 

“Morning hun” Your mom greeted you cheerily. You smiled through your food and she laughs. She sets a plate in front of you with two waffles and syrup. 

“What’s the special occasion?” You ask. Normally waffles were only done occasionally. Your mum shrugs your shoulders and turns back to her waffles.

“Okay your being weirdly quiet” You state through your mouthful of food. 

“Eat with your mouth closed please young lady” You smirk and raised your chin and let a bit of maple syrup run down before quickly wiping it off with the back of your hand. 

“Your in a good mood this morning” You have no idea. 

“Yeah, I am actually” You finish saying once your swallowed your food with a smile on your face. She looks down at her food and twiddles a bit of it with her fork. 

“Wouldn’t have anything to do with.. a boy maybe?” She asks not so subtly. You almost choke on your glass of water but refrain. You set it down before turning to your mother wide eyed. 

“Why do you think it’s a boy? It could be a girl, you never know mom” You state cheekily poking your tongue out at her. She laughs and shakes her head at your teenage antics. You quickly looked to the clock and realised you were going to be late. You quickly lean over the counter and give her a kiss on the cheek. 

“See you!” You called out over your shoulder as you head for the front door. 

“You too! See you later ‘Bug Boy!’” You froze. Damn. You turn around slowly to see her sitting there with a smirk. 

“I can explain-” You begin before she points towards the door. 

“School. now” She says with a smile. You smile back nervously and walk out the front door. You make your way over to your jeep, it was very old but you found the car’s personality appealing, yes your car had a personality. 

~At school

You rush to your locker, quickly putting in your code before grabbing your books for calculus. Slamming the door shut quickly you see Liz out of the corner of your eye. 

“Hey Y/N!” she greets with a hug. You return it happily and begin to strike up a conversation as you both made your way to calculus. 

#Peter’s pov

I rush over to my locker, putting in my combination before grabbing out my physic books when I felt something touched my shoulder.

“Join me as we build the new lego death star” Ned said from behind me using his 'yoda’ voice. I turn around surprised with a huge smile. 

“Dude no way!” I respond excitedly, we have been waiting for the death star to come out for ages!

“Lame” I sigh at the comment from the cheerleaders behind us.

“That’s awesome!” I say to Ned totally stoked. This has seriously got to be the best day ever!

“Yeah so I was thinking tonight after your stark internship of course I could start building it, you know while your at the stark internship and get most of it done then pop around to yours-” By this point I have zoned Ned out completely. In front of us was Liz and… Y/N? I scrunch my eyebrows slightly confused. Since when were they friends? 

But that wasn’t what confused me the most… What confused me the most was when I saw Liz I felt nothing… normally i feel like she takes my breath away but seeing Y/N… She took my whole oxygen source.

“Yeah that’d be great”

Y/N's pov#

“I swear if I have to sit through one of Mrs Larbs (Im sorry I had to) lectures again I might just kill myself” I over exaggerate. Plonking myself down on the seat in between Liz and Jenny. 

Unfortunately we were currently in gym class, the only class really were all year levels shared the same class, apart from sporting teams and the decathlon club. 

“Okay let’s make this lesson fun then, for Y/N’s sakeeee” Liz says dramatically throwing an arm around your shoulder. You sigh in content and lean causing you both to laugh. 

“I have an idea!” Jenny speaks up. 

“Let’s play-”

“You say truth and day one more fucking time Jenny I swear to god I’ll throw you on a mat and make you do crunches myself” you say half jokingly. Her face slightly grows nervous cause if there was anything she hated doing, it was crunches. 

“You know getting yourself so worked up like that isn’t healthy and isn’t good for your brain cells” Jenny retorts with a smirk causing Liz to 'ooohhhhh’ from beside you. You just smiles and shake your head letting out a chuckle. 

“So Jenny, what is this ingenius game of yours?” You as mischievously starting to giggle. 

“Kiss, Marry or fuck… Avengers edition” Jenny says with a smirk. You shake my head, smiling. 


’'Oh come onnnnnn” Liz groans from beside me.

“Okay Liz you first!” Jenny says excitingly, gathering a small crowd around. 

You begin to daze off, your eyes scanning over the entire gym. There was nothing special about it really… apart from the fact that Flash yet again was showing off. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him knowing he wasn’t even worth it. Ever since second grade when he spilled his custard all over you on purpose you’ve kinda been frenemies. Darting your eyes across to the group of people on the mat doing sit ups, you notice one girl lying down lifting her book to and from her face. You laugh. 

“Good going Peter!” Wait what? You head turned to the sound of the familiar name being spoken. What are you talking about, there are like at least 20 Peter’s in your school. Your eyes follow over to the coach who was next to these two guys. You couldn’t see their faces seeing their backs where to you. You looked down, beginning to remember details from last night. 

It was weird, the sensation, you couldn’t describe it. It was so… foreign. You’ve never felt like this before and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing. Well yeah you’ve had a boyfriend before but nothing serious and you rarely ever got crushes. You were one of those people to crush on celebs rather than the people who go to your local highschool. In your opinion celebs where just smarter, wiser, nicer and hotter

A feeling you definitely didn’t miss was the zoo in your stomach. It was so bad that it actually almost physically wanted to make your hurl. I mean how could anyone like that feeling? It was like every time I could feel his breath, or when his skin came into contact with mine, I felt this… fire. Oh god this is so stupid

“Yo Y/n?” You look up to see Liz looking at you with her eyebrows furrowed. You shake clear of your thoughts. 

“Yeah?” you ask. In the distance you heard a thud, almost sounding like someone falling. All your heads snapped around to the sound to see it was one of the guys you were looking at the back of earlier on the ground. 

“Couldn’t get enough of the floor Penis Parker? At least take it out to dinner first before you go down on it!” Flash yells out causing a small erupter of laughs to echo in the gym. Parker? Wait, Penis Parker? Is that actually someones na-

Oh no. No, no, no god wouldn’t do this to you. 

“So Y/N, Thor, Hulk or Spiderman?” Liz asks. You were confused. Unfortunately you were still looking at the boys back as he began to rub his head slightly. His friend however seemed to notice and pointed in your direction. You quickly advert your guys. Gosh why were your palms sweating? What the hell. And why did it feel like suddenly I woke up a restless monster inside my stomach? 

“What?” You ask. 

“Thor, Hulk or Spiderman?” Liz asks again, giving you a funny look. You shook your head, still slightly confused.

“If you could fuck, Marry and kiss them which one of them would go with which?” She asks. You could feel your throat immediately begin to close up. Almost like you were feeling claustrophobic. 

“Are you okay?” She asks concerned. You nod your head in response, but you felt far from okay, you felt on edge. And you only ever felt on edge when you were near… him. 

“Wait so you got bitten on a school trip?” You ask from your desk chair, spinning around to face 'bug boy’. 

“Yeah and the spider was only about this big” He said showing you with his hands. You began to laugh again. He grabbed one of your cushions of your bed from where he was currently sitting and threw one at you. You ducked your head and came up with fake surprise on your face.

“How dare you want to hurt your nurse Bug boy! If I die so do you Spidey” This sent you and Bug Boy through a fit of laughter. 

“Okay so the spider bit you-”

“Yeah and it hurt to, so bad that I fainted” You laughed again. You threw your head back and laughed. You laughed so much you could feel tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. You rest your head back on the back of your chair and stare at him. 

“You weren’t the one bit! I swear this one had like superpowers or something so when he bit it made me pass out from like shock or something!”

“You know for a genius you ain’t sounding very genuisy” You mock playfully. He grabs another cushion and hurls at you, this time it hitting you in the face. It came at you so fast you didn’t have time to prepare. You began to laugh. 

“Holy hell how did you throw that so quick” You state in between your laughter.

“Like I said, spider - superpowers, bite - superpowers - me’' 

"Are you high?” You ask half seriously not understanding a word what he was saying. He threw his head back and laughed then groaned. 

“Wait, wait, wait I think I get it” You state after thinking about it for a bit. 

“Are you saying that maybe.. after being bit from this spider you developed its… abilities?” You asked amazed. How cool would that be!

He stared at you with a blank expression, well you assumed seeing he was still wearing his suit so you couldn’t really tell.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Y/N” He says causing you to laugh. 

“Stop making me feel dumb!” You yell out dramatically before laughing again. 

“Gosh your laugh is so cute” He says out of the blue. You hide your face in your arms to cover your blush, shaking you head disagreeing with him. 

“So what kind of abilities?” You ask, immediately changing the subject. You couldn’t tell for sure but he seemed kind of.. nervous, like he said something he didn’t mean too maybe. You shrugged it off. 

“Well the first one was hearing” Hearing? 

“I can hear from about 600 metres from me (making this up cause I actually dont know how far spiders can hear so just go with it)”

“Really?” You ask kinda impressed. He just nods his head in response. 

“Y/N” You felt a hand gently shake you from your thoughts. You glanced to your left to see Liz with a worried expression. 

“What’s going on with you?” she asks. You shake your head and smile. 

“Sorry I was just… spacing out, what was the question again?” You ask. 

“Out of Thor, Hulk and Spiderman, who would you marry, fuck and kiss” Liz states seriously. You nervously gulp. Little did they know that spiderman was sitting less than 100 feet from you guys and could hear every word you guys were saying perfectly. 

“Well I’d kiss… Thor” You say. You turned your head to face the boys direction again, their backs to you again. but unfortunately you couldn’t make the beating of your heart slow down, if anything it sped up. your palms were coated in sweated to the point of discomfort that you had to wipe them across your shorts. You could feel the hairs on your back beginning to stand, almost like you had just been zapped.

“And…” Liz states wanting you to go on. You bit your lip anxiously, crossing your legs over one another. You wiper your palms again, noticing your heart beating faster and faster. By this point you were sure he could hear it. 

“Yeah it’s weird actually like one day I could hear a human heart beat!” Spidey states excitedly. You smile at him and shake your head in disbelief.

“That’s impossible” You state. 

“It should be” Was all he replied. You just shake your head and softly laughed. 

“Okay well… what else?” You ask. 

“What do you mean what else?” He asks confused. 

“Well you said ’'The first one was hearing" so.. what was the second?’'  You ask.

’'Oh! strangely enough it was smell” Smell? 

“What do you mean?” You ask and he begins to laugh. 

“You mean like you can smell someones perfume from down the hall or something?” He shrugs in response. 

“Yeah basically..” He trails off. 

“Basically… what” You say, urging him to keep going. 

“I don’t know its like I can… sense someones emotions? if that makes sense? Like for instance right now your happy” He states, You laugh. 

“Yeah you don’t have to be a genius to figure that out” You point out cheekily as the smile on your face grew wider. He sighs and rest his head back against the wall letting out a laugh.

“No but its more than that, it’s like I can.. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain” You decided to leave it at that, not wanting to push him further. 

“Okay what about the third thing?” You asked excitedly.

“Uhhh Hulk?” You question unsure. Liz just nods at you, eagerly waiting for an answer. To be honest you weren’t ready to give her one. Well, you could lie but she would know straight away, let’s just say.. your a horrible liar. 

“Uhhh” you stuttered out, rubbing your legs together. You could feel a fire beginning to ignite inside your stomach and lower giving you sinful thoughts. Fuck, snap out of it Y/N! Now was not a time to be a typical teenager. 

“Ummm” Gah you sounded so pathetic. You glanced back over towards tho boys. But this time you weren’t looking at their backs but instead their fronts. 

You didn’t want to look but you did. Your gaze lifting to meet Peter’s gaze. Now you felt like you were trembling in your seat, not literally of course but it sure as hell felt like it. How could a simple looking leave you completely unhinged? This was bad, really bad. You were trying to get rid of the thoughts, the thoughts of him trailing kisses down your neck, across your torso down to your lower region, you wrapping your arms in his hair as this went on. 

Liz’s fingers were quick to snap you out of your gaze. She snapped her fingers in front of your face and you and Peter immediately broke gazes. You looked at Liz uneasy before quickly turning to look at Peter again, this time he was glancing around the room confused, it was weird, he tilted his head up slightly, it was only then that you began to realise. You eyes widen in horror as you could begin to hear your heartbeat in your ears. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, your body going warm. You began to shake your head rapidly probably looking like an idiot. Oh god please don’t, please… don’t. 

“Can I say something without it being totally weird?” Bug boy mutters out nervously. you rested your head back on the back of your chair against your arms.

“Course” you reply. 

“Won’t laugh?” He asks. You shook you head. 

“It’s not just like.. smells… there’s also chemosignals?” it came out more of a question at the end like he sounded very unsure. chemosignals? 

“I’m confused” you replied.

“okay this is going to sound really weird’' 

’'Okay, it’s okay I can handle weird have you met me?” you finish with a small laugh. 

“I walked past this couple a few months back and they were walking down the streets, just side by side, not holding hands or anything-”

“Wait how did you know they were a couple?” you ask confused. Normally seeing two people walking down the street side by side doesn’t mean they’re a couple. 

“It was like I could smell their… love? for each other I mean. Like how they desired each other I guess” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. This definitely took you by surprise. 

“Did it happen only once or all the time?” You ask curiously.

“It happened all the time but then I learnt to tune it out and only focus on it if I really wanted to” You nodded your head. But there was just one lingering thought on your mind. For some reason your curiosity just needed to know.

“What do you mean by.. desire?” you ask shyly. 

“Like they wanted to be together” he replies calmly. That wasn’t what I meant Bug Boy. You shifted on your chair getting comfortable. You took a deep breath, not really sure if you should ask this question or not. 

“Is there… other desire you can pick up on?” you ask again shyly. He just shrugs his shoulders casually, obviously not getting your subtlety. 

“Like… sexual desire?” You ask, your voice slightly squeaking at the end due to your nerves. Gosh that was so awkward, why would you ask that! Damn you and curiosity for wanting to know everything. 

At this he stiffened. Uh oh, you went too far, great, you ruined it Y/N, good job. 


“K-k-k-iss h-h-ulk” Your voice came out shaky, you even managed to stutter as well. You squeezed your thighs together tighter, hoping to relieve a bit of pressure that has been building. You watched Peter nervously, hoping he has no clue as to what was going on and wasn’t listening in, no matter how nosy that boy may be.

But of course fate wasn’t on your side today. You watched as his eyes went from confusion to wide eyed. You were done, you were so done. If it was possible you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole right then and there. You watched as he quickly scanned the room. The guy beside him continuing on with his set of pull ups. Once his eyes finish scanning he looked over towards you. 

Fuck you couldn’t be more embarrassed! It’’s one thing to tell a guy your into him them for them to literally smell the desire rolling off of you. You bowed your head in embarrassment, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“So, Jenny is is your turn?” You ask out of the blue, spinning around to face Jenny. 

“No, no, no” Liz says resting a hand on your shoulder spinning you back around. You groaned. 

“Say it” She says. 

“Say what?” you say innocently. Liz just smirks evilly at you. 

“Come on! Just say it! Say it and I’ll stop” she says. Yeah hell no. I turn back around to face Jenny to see that she was now also wearing a smirk. Great. 

“But you already know!” you complained. 

“Oh we all know I just need to hear you say it” She says cheekily. She was enjoying me being in torture way too much. It wasn’t like I could just come out and say 'No I am not going to say it because little do you guys know, spiderman is actually sitting not 10 metres from us and he can smell things like desire and he can literally smell my arousal right now and that if he has been listening in this whole time which he probably has he knows what I’m about to say and I’m going to ruin the first amazing thing I’ve had in a very long time’

“I’m not saying it” You respond, turning back to face the front of the gym, both Jenny and Liz leaning on you trying to get you to speak. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Peter, you were too afraid to see his reaction. In fact you knew what his reaction was, you just didn’t want this whole situation to be actually real. 

“You’ll feel better if you dooo” she says in a sing-song voice. Yeah I’m sure I would, but after I do there is no going back from it. 

“I can’t” you whisper out. Now slowly bringing yours over to Peter. You looked him in the eyes and you felt your heart stop. Your breath caught in your throat and you froze. He was just staring at you, with what seem like a blank expression. Almost like he was dazed or something. His friend next to him nudged him in the rib and he snapped out of it quickly shaking his head, there conversation to each other inaudible to my ears. Fuck it, he already knows? What else do you have to lose? 

You weren’t sure where this new set of confidence came from but you were going to use it before it went away. Pulling your nerves together and using them to your advantage you finally speak. 

“And Spiderman..” You say trailing off, catching Peter’s attention. He was listening. 

“Spiderman what?” Liz teases. You take in a deep breath. Mustering up every last courage you had you looked Peter straight in the eye, making your heart stop again. 

“Fuck spiderman” You finally spat out. You immediately closed your mouth taking a nervous gulp, all the confidence in the world beginning to slip away. Jenny and Liz from beside you squealed happily and laughed into your sides. But your eyes never faltered from Peters. 

You felt so vulnerable. So bare. And it terrified you. 

Without realising your eyes followed his movements. His tongue came out to lick his lips. Subconsciously you licked yours too, immediately getting 100% more turned on from this simple movement. He made such a simple movement seemed incredibly… mezmerising. You watched as he licked his lips not once but twice, then slowly begin to pull his bottom lip between his teeth. You raised your eyes to meet his. 

And it only took one look. 

One look and you felt it.

He wanted you too. 


A/N: would you guys want a smut for part 4? I have never wrote smut and published it before but I’m willing to give it a go if you guys want?

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OMGCP Beauty and the Beast AU-

Okay so here is what I got done last night and I tried to edit it as best I can! This is the first chapter so there will be more comin.

ANYWAY I hope you enjoy and there is more coming, this is just what I managed to write until I got exhausted and went to bed (I’m lame I know)

So like disclaimer: three PAST character deaths. I also changed up the prologue a little to fit the story. I’m taking a light spin on it, not too many drastic changes (if you count the reason Jack was turned into a beast a drastic change idk)

Here is the ao3 link:


Once upon a time in a faraway land, a prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.

“Yo, Jack-O!” Bartholomew Knight, strides up to his best friend, admiring the party in front of them. “Wicked party man.”

Jack clears his throat as a few people from his court glance over with judgmental expressions.

“Right. Prince Jack-O.” His best friend bristles a little, slightly annoyed by Jack’s dismissive behavior.

“Where did Kent go?” Jack can’t help but ask, because his other closest friend was nowhere to be seen upon the lively dancing of the party. Usually he’s in the middle of it all.

“Don’t know, Brah. Probably fucked off somewhere–”

Jack shoots him another glare for the language, causing ‘Shitty’ (he liked to call himself just to get on Jack’s nerves) to sigh dramatically.

“Can you be a little less vulgar?” Jack practically bites the words out, sounding extremely unkind. “Why are you with me anyway? Usually you’re following Larissa around right about now.”

“Never mind. Thought you’d want my company, but I guess I’m an embarrassment. Now I know why Kenny dearest isn’t around. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the palace again.”

The words struck a chord, and Jack watched helplessly as his friend left his side.

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

“Hey yo, your highness?” Adam Birkholz, one of the guards approached him with his other pair in tow, Justin Oluransi. 

“–there’s someone at the door. She’s kinda sketch, but we don’t want to turn away a guest.” Justin says.

“I don’t remember inviting any outsiders.” Jack grunts, but he still follows them and weaves himself through the party. Once the three get to the door, a crouched figure with horrible posture shakes from the cold in a dark cloak covering most of their body. He feels the slightest bit of sympathy, but ever since his parents were assassinated, he trusted absolutely no one, and probably never will again.

“Who are you?” Jack demands, placing himself safely behind his two guards.

An old and scratchy voice responds. “Georgia Martin, no one special. I’m just looking for shelter from the cold. It’s quite a storm out there.”

When Jack doesn’t respond, she clears her throat and reaches down to pull something out of her cloak. Jack stumbles back in fear, and his two guards immediately block him from view.

“Relax, Jack Zimmermann,” –she can’t just address me informally like that– “It is only a rose. A peace offering and a gift, in exchange for your hospitality.”

Repulsed by her haggard and sketchy appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within, and not every unfamiliar mundane is evil.

“No way am I letting you stay here.” Jack snarls at the woman, setting himself in front of his guards in a fit of anger. “A stranger can’t just waltz in here. This is a palace, not an inn.”

“I will not harm you.” She reassures him. “You have my word. Give me a chance?”

“Only fools allow complete strangers into their home.” Jack says sternly, still a little bit shaken.

“Like your parents?”

His blood runs cold and his hands begin to shake in the beginnings of a panic attack. “Get out.” He snaps, and his tone holds heavy malice that was sharp enough to cut anyone.

And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen there was no trust or kindness in his heart.

“Wrong answer, Prince Zimmermann.” Her appearance quickly changes in a flurry of gold light, changing her appearance faster than Jack can process. The gold dissipates, revealing a kind and beautiful face that couldn’t possibly be ‘mundane’. Jack suddenly feels the cold twinge of regret as the woman gives him a soft smile. A smile that reminded him a little of his mother, and he felt his heart constrict in sadness.

“Whoa– what the hell are you?” Adam mutters with a look of blatant surprise, while Justin’s mouth is glued shut in silent terror.

Then Jack feels something warm begin to flood over his body, which he assumes is the feeling of magic. There’s no other explanation.

“Stop it.” Jack glances behind him at his frenzied party guests trying to escape. “I’m sorry. You can stay one night. Just stop whatever you’re doing–”

Those were the last words Jack spoke before he felt his body change, causing slight pain deep in his bones. The heartbreaking shouts from his guests and his closest friends fill his ears, which was the most painful of all.

“Jack!” He hears Kent’s voice sound in the background noise, horrified and frightened. “Goddammit, what have you done?”

And his punishment: she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful curse on the castle and all who lived there.

Like a snap of someone’s finger, everything went silent as objects clattered to the floor and his body burned with a raw sensation.

He glanced in a nearby mirror and reeled backward from what he saw. That woman– that witch– had turned him into some kind of monster.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, he concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. Which would bloom until his twenty-first year if he could learn to love and trust another and earn their love and trust in return.

“Until you can learn to fully love another and trust them with your love, you will stay like this.” The enchantress’s voice rang loud and clear, and quite frankly terrifying in the sudden, eerie silence.

And when the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past, he fell into despair and lost all hope.

“This is for your own good, Jack.”

For who could ever learn to love a beast.


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When to let go | Two

Originally posted by vminv

| Taehyung x Reader |

| Genre: Mafia AU, CEO AU, angst, fluff |

| WC: 4.1k |

| Warnings: Swearing, light fluff, time jump in future chapters |

| Sum:
Kim Taehyung is nothing but trouble, and that was probably what drew you in when you first met him. But fast forward nearly two years; lots of things had changed, including you. And you began to grow tired of the boy who hasn’t changed at all.
So, the only way you could think of to fix your aching heart, is to let him go. But of course, nothing happens as you’d like it to.
Especially when it came to time. 

a/n: this was not edited yet Idk what this is tbh but I hope you guys enjoy it!!!

| Part One | PART TWO | Part Three | part four |


You weren’t the type of girl to get yourself mixed up with the wrong crowds.
At least, not anymore.
But two years ago, that’s all you were about.

Parties, alcohol, the whole rebellious attitude towards your parents, and especially bad boys.
But not your typical, leather jacket and motorcycle bad boys -as they’d write in some books- but the ones who don’t really have much difference in their appearance from everyone else. They’re the ones who spend most of their free time smoking weed or steeling cars for the fun of it. The ones who carry knives in their pockets and get into fist fights for stupid things. The ones who rebel against their -usually- rich parents and waste their money on drugs and alcohol. The ones who sometimes even come with their own lame gang groups and do stupid shit.
The ones that were the real definition of a ‘bad boy’.

But most of what they do is only behind closed doors and is hidden in their charming smiles.
A charming smile that you yourself fell for, of course.
And Kim Taehyung was the name it belonged to. 

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anonymous asked:

*slams $500 down then places a small puppy next to it and slides them both to you* Connor having had a really shit morning (mainly because his dad ragged on him for being mentally ill and stuff), goes to school with his s/o who makes him feel a bit better. Then at lunch, his s/o slams the cafeteria door open so loud it makes everyone be quiet, but then Zoe (whose next to them) presses play on music player and s/o sings "Helpless" to Connor in front of everyone & he feels SO HAPPY AND LOVED

adorable! I love it! and I’ll take the pupper. I wrote this in my tiny world that I think Zoe and Connor got along. This has been one of my favorite requests! It was so fun to write!

•He had had one of his shittiest days in a long time. His mother made him and Zoe get a ride with his dad for some “bonding.” Yeah, much bonding.

•The whole ride was basically Connor’s dad pestering him about why he’s so closed off and sad looking and when Connor said he was depressed, Larry got mad and denied it, saying some bullshit like “it’s just a phase.”


•Zoe basically sat silently, trying to shut up her dad a few times but always failing. She was absolutely stunned about what Larry was saying.

•You hadn’t seen Connor that morning and that freaked the hell out of you, you usually meet up at your locker, no exceptions, but you saw Zoe. That freaked you out even more.

•You confronted Zoe as soon as you saw her, and she told you everything, and that’s when the plan aligned.

•You told the teachers it was for a club, one that only you, Alana, and Zoe were in. It was something like, “Helpless Project.” Yeah, lame name but it was an easy excuse for you not to get in trouble. You said it was to get more people interested to be in the club.

•You were so prepared to do your plan . You got a radio from the music teacher and you were already a major Hamilton fan, so the lyrics were no problem.


•Connor had thought you were mad at him for not seeing you in the morning and decided to show him up. But he was oh, so wrong.

•You know those movies where the boy has sunglasses on and a boom box on his shoulder, that was Zoe. Alana behind her in one of those superman poses. You definitely got the attention of the room.

•Honestly, it was like an action movie, two people coming out of double doors like badasses ready to swing at anyone. They thought you were going to play some pop, or rap music. That’s when Zoe started playing Helpless.

•You spotted Connor in the room, but didn’t walk over to him yet. You wanted to be the dramatic little munchkin you are. You wanted to do the choreography.

•Alana played Angelica while Zoe danced around, you wouldn’t say you were an embarrassing show but rather amusing.

•You and Alana are surprisingly good singers and dancers. You were spinning around tables together to get to Connor.

•Every time something referred to Connor, such as “I am so in to you,” you decide to widely point at Connor, making him more embarrassed.

•Connor had his head in his hands by now. He was smiling and blushing so hard. You have the boy Helpless.

•"Insane, your family brings out a different side of me. Cynthia confides in me. Larry tried to Idk a fight with me. Zoe tried to get him to align with me. No stress. We’ll figure it out.“

•You played both Alexander and Eliza, it was a bit hard, but you think your rapping sufficed.

•Alana and Zoe were definitely great as background singers when needed. They should be in a musical or something.

•You replaced all of Alexander and Eliza’s name mentioning to Connor if it fit, other wise it would refer to Zoe or Alana.

•It was all going good until you jumped up on to the table that Connor was sitting at, he finally looked at you. He looked so happy? You looked down at him singing out “that boy is mine,” while pointing at him, staring at everyone else.

•People might’ve been surprised you were singing to Connor because they thought he was a freak and you are so beautiful, but what they don’t see that Connor is just as beautiful and amazing.

•You sat down in front of Connor, attention still on you, you still singing, “My life is gon’ be fine because he’s in it.” Cheesy enough, you were looking into Connor’s eyes, your hand on his cheek. It made it even better that the other girls were singing “I look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit.”

•Connor honestly could have been happier in that moment. You did all of that only for him? Wow?

•You sure bet you guys kissed after, and you saw bet you guys heard applause when you were done.

•He asked you the reason why you did it and you simply answered “Love makes people do weird things.”

•People stopped you, Alana, and Zoe in the hall about the performance. You gave them the same answer about why you did it.

•Connor felt so lucky to be with you. To be with someone that would go so far to make them happy. To be with someone that makes him feel so helpless. God, you have him so helpless

Edit: okay, so this anon requested it more than once to different writers. So if you want a full, great fic. @cherrywiness has an amazing one.

Marichat Day 10: What If...

*Waves hands in the general direction of this story*

I don’t know what this is. I’m sorry. I was supposed to be writing the Marichat Day 11 prompt, but was immediately inspired by Day 10 instead so… Oops? Also, this has been 0% edited because its 1:30 am and I could wait until tomorrow to edit/ post but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

It’s accidentally almost 2k lol oops ,,

What If…

“What if I told you to come back next week, same time?” She asked softly, trying to read the bright green eyes staring back at her. She isn’t sure what compelled her to ask, what made her want him to return. But it was there, and she had been biting back the question all night. Maybe it was because he looked lonely, she thought. Maybe it’s because his ears were drooped and his tail was limp when she caught him sitting out on her balcony. Maybe it was the way he seemed to come to life when she made him laugh, when she snuck him some cookies, when she talked about her new designs. Maybe it was the way his smile made her feel light inside. She isn’t sure exactly what it is, but she’s drawn to him in a way she can’t explain.

“Well, I guess I’d see you next week,” He says, a small but pleased smile on his lips.

“Maybe I’ll have some warm croissants saved for you, just in case you do come by.” She says, and watches the way his smile brightens even more, his eyes almost actually look happy.

“Maybe I won’t be able to wait until next week then,” He says with a chuckle, and Marinette beams. He leaves a short while later, and Marinette almost wishes she could have asked him to stay a little longer.


“What if I told you to never come back?” Marinette asked softly, avoiding his eyes. She can’t look at him, not when his eyes are so easy to read. He wears his expressions so openly with her, it’s like she has a front row seat to his soul. It’s amazing and awe-inspiring and heartbreaking all at once. Because it’s too much.

He came back every week, the same night, the same time. They smiled and laughed and shared treats. She showed him her sketches, he sat and watched her sow, she drew pictures of him. They coloured on magazine pictures together, sitting on the balcony and watching the sun set. They played video games while sitting shoulder to shoulder. They laid on their backs and counted stars together, and he told her that she shined brighter than every star in the universe. He napped in her lap while she played with his hair, listening to music softly. They sang to goofy songs together, making up the words when they forgot them.

She got so used to seeing him, to him landing on her balcony and knocking on her door, to him smiling at her with those soulful green eyes that always seemed to be sincerely happy to see her. She got so used to his smile and his laugh and his voice and his arms around her and when did she get so used to this? When did this become something she wasn’t sure she could live without? When did she fall in love with Chat Noir?

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew for certain that she was in love with him. The way her stomach swooped when he smiled. How she anxiously waited for him to come visit, sitting on her balcony in joyful anticipation. How she examined herself in the mirror before he arrived, adding a little colour to her lips, hoping he’ll notice. She was in love with him. And she felt horrible.

How could she ever really love him? After she had spurred him away as Ladybug? After she had rejected him time and time again? And what about Adrien? Her heart still longed for the other blonde boy in her life. How could she love them both at the same time? It wasn’t fair to either of them.

Chat Noir was quiet for a long time, and Marinette caved in and looked into those green, green eyes. She expected to see confusion, heartbreak, anger, something. But he was closed off. And that hurt even more than any other emotion he could’ve shown. He was never closed off with her, not even after a stressful day. He was always so sincere and honest with every look. She never had to wonder how he felt or if he was being authentic. But not tonight. Because Marinette had slammed the book shut.

“Well,” He said, turning away to lean against the balcony banister. He stared off at the starry night for a long moment, contemplating what he was going to say. “If that’s what you wanted Princess, I’d never come back.”

Marinette’s eyes filled with tears, no matter how much she willed them away. How dare this boy still be sweet when she was nothing but unfair and cruel?

“I don’t want you to stay away.” She said softly, her voice weak and strained. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. It wasn’t another burden she could bear to put on his back.

“Then I’ll come back. I’ll do whatever you need me to do Marinette.” The sincerity was back, but Marinette didn’t dare to look up and see.

They spent a long moment in silence, before Marinette took a deep breath. She couldn’t look at the super hero, so instead she spoke to the night sky. “It’s getting late, you should probably go.” Her voice sounded much colder than she wanted it to. Chat Noir shifted, and Marinette was filled with panic. Was he leaving? Was he angry? Did he hate her? Would he leave and never come back? She reached out for him, grasping his hand but still refusing to look at him. She found herself at a loss for words.

“Same time next week?” He asked softly, and all Marinette could do was nod. Chat hummed beside her, before leaning over and gently kissing her forehead. He squeezed her hand once and then was gone, disappearing into the night sky. Marinette felt her heart breaking more as he got farther away.


“What if I asked you to never leave?”

Was that a selfish thing to ask, she asks to herself? It’s too late to take the words back now, but she can’t help but wish she could grab the words and shove them back where they came from. Now that they’re spoken out loud though, Marinette desperately needs to know the answer. She had been wondering ever since the kiss. What would happen if he just stayed?

It had taken Marinette a long time to sort her feelings out. She felt horrible for taking her emotions out on Chat, for putting more of her emotional baggage in his hands. She apologized to him the next week, when he returned without fail. She had baked hi special kitty cookies to make up for being a horrible friend the week prior. He assures her that his feelings were purrfectly intact, but Marinette still couldn’t shake the image of Chat closing his walls on her. Not that she blamed him, of course. She had attacked him with her question out of the blue. How was he supposed to know she was having an emotional crisis?

In the end, it had taken a few weeks for her to really sort her feelings out. Should she beat herself up for having feelings for two different boys? Tikki assured her that it was completely normal for humans to have romantic affection for many people at once, and even her mother had assuaged the young girl’s guilt. She cared for Adrien very deeply, maybe even loved him. But she didn’t even know him, not really. Chat Noir had opened up for her in a way that no one else could, and there was no denying the love she held for her superhero partner.

It had taken weeks after that before she had the guts to kiss him. The thought had been there, in the back of her mind every time he came to visit. The moonlight would shine on his face in the perfect way and she’d just think kiss him. Kiss him now. But she never did. She made a lame joke that made him laugh so hard he fell off his chair, and she internally crooned kiss him you idiot. But she didn’t. She made a pun and watched his face light up with pure, unadulterated joy, and she practically screamed at herself to just bloody kiss him already! But still, she resisted. It wasn’t until they were sitting at her computer playing video games that she actually decided that tonight would be the night that she kissed him. If he wanted to, at least.

And she did. She had been so distracted during their video game match that Chat Noir had actually managed to get the upper hand and win the game. He hooted with joy at the victory and was about to turn and playfully rub it in Marinette’s face. Except Marinette’s face was a lot closer than he was expecting.

“A victory kiss,” She breathed, and watched the way Chat Noir’s eyes flicked to her lips, the way his tongue darted out to wet his own, and she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. It was sweet, innocent, and yet they were both completely out of breath by the time they parted.

“God I’ve been wanted to do that for so long now,” He breathed, and Marinette felt her heart swell.

She wanted to ask them there, then, if he could stay. Never leave, just… stay there, with her. But she couldn’t find the words and even if she could, it was too soon to say them. In the end he had to leave, because it was late and a school night. But he promised to return the next night, and every night after that if she wanted.

They’ve kissed a few more times since then, at least once per visit, but they haven’t talked about what it meant. Marinette wonders if he’s hesitating for the same reason she is. If they decide to take this further than just innocent kisses, it would mean everything would change, forever. There’s no way Marinette could date the boy without telling him that she’s Ladybug first. And Chat Noir wouldn’t want to date her if he couldn’t do it as a civilian. And while Marinette wanted nothing more than to be able to love Chat Noir in all forms… Were either of them really ready for that?

In the end, it hadn’t mattered if they were ready or not. Not when Ladybug accidentally witnessed Chat Noir detransforming after one long, draining akuma attack, upon which she discovered that the blond superhero she was in love with was also the blond super model she was in love with. Of course Marinette decided the best course of action was to wait for Chat on her balcony that night transformed as Ladybug, so that all secrets were on the table. That led to one very long, very late conversation, which leads to…

“Well my lady, I guess I’d have to build myself a fort here on your balcony and stay forever,” He mused, pulling Marinette in closer. They were standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the Eiffel Tower, enjoying each other’s company.

“You know what I mean, kitty.” She said with a soft chuckle, entwining her hand with her boyfriend’s.

“I’m all yours Marinette,” He murmured, kissing her temple. “I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever it is then,” She said, turning to face him, reaching up on her tiptoes and sealing the deal with a kiss.

Mini Golf Fun?

Request: @bluestghost “heyo! i have a fic idea if you like it. Evan and the reader (and maybe the other DEH characters if that works) go mini-golfing at midnight and Evan accidentally ends up hitting the reader with his golf club. instead of the reader crying Evan just bursts into tears and ends up being the one who needs comforting, instead of the person actually hit with the club (this is based off of a post i saw around similar to this but instead it was BMC)”
TW: bad writing, jared being lame, crying, was written on the notes of my phone
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long and I didn’t upload last night or this morning, my bestie and I were facetiming for like 6 hours. Anyways sorry if this sucks, I tried making it cute! Also requests are open but getting out slowly because I have to write these on my phone. Also will edit whenever I can get near a computer!
Word Count: idk but not that long
“We’re all going to golf n stuff this Friday, you in?” Jared asked you at your locker before sixth period. You had advanced drama next and so you were just stuffing all your government work back into your locker when your best friend slid right next to you.
“Minigolf? Eh, I’m not sure.” You said grabbing one of the scripts you needed to practice for class.
“C'mon Y/N, Alana’s older sister works there and is getting all of us in for free after the park closes! It’ll be fun, you have to go.” Jared sighed out before getting a smug look on his face.
“Plus Evan’s going.”
Your face started to heat up in embarrassment. Oh Evan Hansen. The boy you’ve been crushing on since sixth grade. Jared never misses a chance to dangle the fact that you’ve been basically in love with this boy right in front of you on a daily basis. You love your bestie but sometimes you really just want to tell him to stuff a sock in it.
“Of course Evan’s going. I’m assuming the Murphy’s are coming along too?” You asked not amused. Jared rolled his eyes at your diversion and nodded his head. Rolling your eyes back at him you shut your locker and walked with him to your last class of the day.
You didn’t realize how much you sucked at mini golf till you started playing. Maybe it was the fact that your only focus was on the nervous teen, who stood by you as you made your shot cheering you on. It’s not like Evan was doing any better, the boy was lucky if he made the hole in less than ten puts. Your friends might have paired you together because of your obvious attraction to your close friend, but maybe they just wanted to see you two make fools of yourself. Connor and Alana who were in first place giggled and looked smug every time it was one of yours or Evan’s turns. The game was supposed to end at midnight according to Alana’s schedule, but she forgot to plan the fact that you and Evan were horrible at the game. It was now 1:30 am.
“It’s the last hole and as much as I’d love to see Evan and Y/N dominate this one, maybe we should just call it quits.” Jared said from one of the benches, while scrolling through his phone.
“No, we all have to go, for this to be a fair game.” You all rolled your eyes at Alana’s antics before plopping on the bench next to your bestie.
“As much as I love playing mini golf Alana, maybe Jare is right.” The Murphy siblings nodded along with me and were obviously a little tired from this long ass game. Before anyone could say anything else, Evan walked over to the hole.
“If I make this in one go, then Y/N and I win and we can all leave and go get food or something.”
You got up off the bench and walked up to Evan placing a gentle hand on his arm. Why would Evan put himself through this embarrassment? You all knew it was a far reach for Evan to make this shot in five goes let alone one.
“You don’t have to do this Evan, I’m fine with losing. We can just go straight to A-La and call it a night.”
“Y/N, I can do this.” Evan looked at you with a small smug smile and winked. Your eyes widened a bit and a blush tinged your cheeks as you nodded. Taking a few steps back from Evan but still close enough to support your partner your mind raced a mile a minute.
“We have a deal guys?” Your group of friends just let out an uninterested “yeah” as Evan placed his blue colored golf ball on the black strip. Evan who looked more confident than before looked at the course almost calculating his next move. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he lined himself up. Swinging his arm back he firmly hit the ball and before you knew it, the ball rolled into the white cup at the end of the course. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed as you could not believe what just happened.
“Oh my fucking god.” You could hear Jared say as you screamed in awe. You ran to give Evan a hug but instead of a nice warm body against your cheek, you felt cold metal.
“Oh my fucking god!” You could hear all your friends yell as you clutched your cheek in pain. You were not expecting that. Of course you should have known better than to run at someone who just made the most bizarre hole in one ever but your emotions and excitement got the better of you. You didn’t expect Evan to throw his hands up in the air in victory, and you most certainly didn’t expect one of those hands to be still holding his golf club. Evan didn’t know you were going to run full speed and jump him for a hug, and he most certainly didn’t know he was going to smack you in the face with a three feet tall stick.
“Does it hurt?”
“Are you alright?”
“Does she have a concussion?”
“Oh my god someone get some ice!”
Your cheek did hurt a bit, but honestly your friends were being so dramatic. It wasn’t a big deal, you’ll probably not be able to sleep on that side of your face but things could be worse. Things like Evan crying. Oh shit Evan’s crying. You broke free from your friends crowding around you.
“Evan are you okay?” He turned away from you guys with his face in his hands. You could see his shoulders racking and hear his gasps for breath. You immediately wrap your arms around the small boy and rub his back.
“Evan are you alright sweetie?” He didn’t answer but kept crying. Your friends slowly come up to help but you raise a hand knowing that it was even a little too much for him that you were there. They backed up gathering everyone’s stuff and going back to the lobby of the golf n stuff to return the stuff leaving you two alone.
“Evan please say something…for me.”
You heard him mumble something but don’t question what he says until he’s calmed down. His shoulders eventually stop shaking and you hear him sniff a little bit.
“You okay hun?” You ask with your arms still around him. Evan lifts his head wiping his face off with the sleeve of his hoodie. Nodding he takes a step back from you. There’s still tears in his eyes and he still looks heartbroken, but he’s better.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N I didn’t mean to hurt you I was just so happy that I won for you I’m so sorry.” Tears began to roll down his cheeks at a faster pace and you lead him to the bench so you could both sit down.
“Evan it’s okay, it was an accident. You didn’t know I was going to run up to you, you had no idea that that was going to happen. It was an accident, honey and I forgive you.”
Evan nodded, but the tears kept pouring. You knew that when Evan cried he lost so much energy and you wanted him to still enjoy his night with his friends, so you had to distract him.
“How about you tell me how you made that hole in one back there?” Evan’s face flushed in embarrassment and a small smile started to form on his lips.
“I used to come here every week with my mom. We stopped going together junior year because she was too busy, but I still come here by myself every week. I know the courses like the back of my hand.” You were floored. Did Evan Hansen just admit that he was basically a mini golf pro? Wait-
“Why did you pretend to lose then?” His cheeks turned a beautiful shade of red that took you by surprise. Wow this boy was so beautiful. Your heart physically started to ache just looking at him.
“I didn’t want you to think you were the worse, so I pretended to be bad so you weren’t alone.” Your heart that was aching started beating a million times per second and your face flushed. Before you knew it you grabbed Evan by the cheeks and softly pressed your lips to his. His lips and cheeks were wet with tears and his body was shaking, but it was amazing. Evan, after being shocked for a second quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. The soft kiss lasted for another thirty seconds, before you both parted in awe. Evans eyes were still closed when you pulled apart but he looked so happy compared to a few minutes ago.
“Wow.” Was all that he said. The smile on your face grew and grew until it began to hurt. Your hand found his and his eyes looked at you.
“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you Evan.” You both just stared at each other with matching grins on your faces. The moment was nice and comforting, until your friends decided to make themselves known.
“GAYYYYY!!!!” Your lips pursed as you turned around to face your bestie. Narrowing your eyes at his smug face you gave him the finger.
“You guys ready to go? I’m starving and A La Mode closes in an hour.” Zoe stated impatiently grabbing onto Alana’s hand. You nodded standing up with Evan’s hand still entwined in your own. Glancing at each other with small smiles you walked off to the car thanking whoever was out there that you came to golf n stuff tonight. Even though you got hit in the face, the golf club that hit you wasn’t the reason why your cheeks hurt so bad that night.

Rereading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Chapter Twenty-Three - Christmas on the Closed Ward

(EDIT: LOL OOPS i titled this goblet of fire by accident SRY FOR THE CONFUSION)

there are very few chapters in this series where I know exactly what happens in them just by reading the title. this is one of them. my body is not ready. HELP.

- so harry thinks hes the weapon voldemort is after and yuh boy phineas nigellus is just like ‘OH PUH-LEASE.’

“You know,” said Phineas Nigellus, even more loudly than Harry, “this is precisely why I loathed being a teacher! Young people are so infernally convinced that they are absolutely right about everything. Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed-up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you? Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done-by, to note that following Dumbledore’s orders has never yet led you into harm? No. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, you alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning.”

this is why i love phineas. harry needed to hear this so bad lol this was the longest and best burn ever i am thoroughly enjoying myself rn

He would not go down to dinner; he would not inflict his company upon them.

ooooooooh harry. you are such a lovable drama queen.

- omg sirius is so happy that everyones chilling at grimmauld place for the holidays that hes singing CHRISTMAS CAROLS YALL and its making me sqeaul


“How’re you feeling?” asked Hermione.
“Fine,” said Harry stiffly. 
“Oh, don’t lie, Harry,” she said impatiently. “Ron and Ginny say you’ve been hiding from everyone since you got back from St. Mungo’s.”
“They do, do they?” said Harry, glaring at Ron and Ginny. Ron looked down at his feet but Ginny seemed quite unabashed.
“Well, you have!” she said. “And you won’t look at any of us!”

if this isn’t girl power idk what is

“Oh, stop feeling all misunderstood,” said Hermione sharply.

literally hermione granger is a kween

“I didn’t want anyone to talk to me,” said Harry, who was feeling more and more nettled.
“Well, that was a bit stupid of you,” said Ginny angrily, “seeing as you don’t know anyone but me who’s been possessed by You-Know-Who, and I can tell you how it feels.
Harry remained quite still as the impact of these words hit him. Then he turned on the spot to face her.
“I forgot,” he said.
“Lucky you,” said Ginny coolly. 

WHERE WAS THIS GINNY IN THE MOVIES THO? i always think that ginny is super boring and lame because i think of her movie character. i forget how fucking boss she is in the books 

- hermiones still trying to get everyone to read hogwarts a history so she doesn’t have to keep explaining shit and theyre all just like ‘NAH’

“They heard Sirius tramping past their door toward Buckbeak’s room, singing “God Rest Ye Merry, Hippogriffs,” at the top of his voice.

im crying


- hermione is an angel who gives kreacher christmas presents - but also they can’t find him and i forgot where he is YIKES

Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley.

guys. i love remus lupin.

- also arthur tried out stitches and molly is freaking the FUCK out so everyone is running way

- LOCKHART IS HERE YALL!!!!!!!! missed you, ya handsome bastard.


- guysguysugsy guys….. neville has been spotted.  i cant do this.

Neville jumped and cowered as though a bullet had narrowly missed him.
“It’s us, Neville!” said Ron brightly, getting to his feet. “Have you seen? Lockhart’s here! Who’ve you been visiting?”
“Friends of yours, Neville, dear?” said Neville’s grandmother graciously, bearing down upon them.
Neville looked as though he would rather be anywhere in the world but here.

ron NO.

“What’s this?” said Mr.s Longbottom sharply. “Haven’t you told your friends about your parents, Neville?”
Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head. Harry could not remember ever feeling sorrier for anyone

why jkr? why are you doing this?

“My son and his wife,” she said turning haughtily to Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. “were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Who’s followers.”
Hermione and Ginny both clapped their hands over their mouths. Ron stopped craning his neck to catch a glimpse of Neville’s parents and looked mortified.


But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped and empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.
“Very Nice, dear,” said Neville’s grandmother in a falsely cheery voice. patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, “Thanks Mum.”

seriously help me

Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he’d ever found anything less funny in his life.

this is the worst ive ever felt in my life.

“Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now…”
But as they left, Harry was sure he saw Neville slip the wrapper into his pocket.


jk rowling is a sadist

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notenoughgatorade  asked:

i want i want i want!!!!! derek freaking out over buying the PERFECT gift for stiles as a overture to show his feelings / a big xmas dinner and by xmas eve derek is sure no one will invite him, stiles shows up to invite him and sexy shenanigans / a xmas down the line in the WWII verse with lydia and the kids also (all/take a pick, loool)

The first year was easy.

Stiles was a senior in high school, and buying him a new PS4 game was the equivalent of declaring his love.

“This isn’t a marriage proposal, is it?” Stiles asked as he held the game to his chest protectively. “Because at the moment, I’m on the fence.” Derek just rolled his eyes and grunted.

Stiles had gotten him car wax and three new books. It was exactly what Derek wanted.


It took them three years to say the L-word.

Stiles was a junior in college, and they had been casual for awhile, seeing other people, but that didn’t really work that well because they got pissed if one of them so much as looked at another person. But saying I love you, that was a big deal. Derek because he was scared the word was cursed, and Stiles because he was scared he didn’t know what the word meant.

That Christmas it didn’t matter what they got one another; they were too happy saying “I love you” as they held hands and walked through the snow, kissing under mistletoe, and listening to sappy Christmas songs.

Derek’s still embarrassed that people actually witnessed that phase. Scott and Isaac still make fun of them.


The year they moved in together, Derek bought Stiles something Batman, a rare comic he didn’t have (Derek knew; he snooped through his entire comic collection in their living room to check). Stiles just stared at it, his head moving back and forth like one of those dashboard dogs.

Stiles bought Derek leather-bound collector’s editions of all the Game of Thrones books.

“We’re kinda lame,” Derek laughed as he looked at their gifts.

“No dude, we’re fucking awesome,” Stiles said distractedly, not bothering to look up from where he was reading the comic with gloves on.


One year, Stiles surprised Derek with a classical tour of Italy. “Because I know how much you love boring, old stuff,” Stiles had joked, but Derek knew the trip had been as much for Stiles as for Derek.

But sometimes they bought each other DVDs, and sometimes they bought each other sweaters. Derek never actually minded the sweaters; he liked wearing things Stiles thought looked good on him.

He particularly liked how eager Stiles was to remove the sweaters he bought him. Derek liked the way they looked on Stiles later, when he’d grab Derek’s sweater from the floor and tug it over his naked body and stumble through the house, cold and in need of a snack.


This year, this year had to be perfect.

“I don’t know what to tell you, son,” the sheriff had said. “You’ve been together for almost a decade. You know him better than anyone.”

“My mind keeps going back to jewelry,” Derek told Allison and Lydia when they met for lunch. “But I can’t exactly see Stiles wearing a diamond solitaire.”

Lydia huffed. “You know, thinking men don’t enjoy jewelry and that all women do is a genderist, narrow-minded way of thinking.”

“But you love diamonds,” Allison pointed out.

“That has nothing to do with my gender.”

When Derek talked to Scott, Scott just stared at him. “Why did you tell me?” Scott asked. “How am I ever going to keep this a secret?”

So, Derek bought the usual things for Stiles – clothes, some DVDs, a few special, collectible geek things. But he saved the most important thing for last.

“Another gift?” Stiles asked in surprise when he found the small box under their tree. Derek felt the tips of his ears burning as he anxiously watched Stiles tear off the precisely wrapped gift.

With each rip of the paper, Derek second guessed himself, and when Stiles finally got to the box, he almost told him to stop. Stiles had a confused smile on his face as he lifted the lid and found a folded piece of paper. He pulled it out and opened it.

Will you marry me?

Stiles didn’t move for so long that Derek started to get worried, but then Stiles twisted around and reached into the end table drawer for a pen. He scribbled something on the paper, and then handed it back to Derek.


anonymous asked:

why did you delete your high roller edit? it's so amazing ahskdzasdagsdf

ahh i don’t even know where to start tbh hahah.. this is probably going to be very long.

this is how i view this situation, feel free to form your own opinion about this.

first of all, the main reason i deleted this video is that the original owner of this video told me to, because i used her footage without her permission.
let me tell you that i checked the used fancam’s description before i uploaded my edit (as always) and back then i didn’t spot any sentence saying that people are not allowed to edit this person’s footage. i don’t know if the admin changed the description by now or if i didn’t see it, but when i looked it up, i didn’t found anything.
the description was written in korean and as you guys know, i can’t read hangul nor speak/understand any korean. honestly speaking, i think people should not expect every single korean culture/kpop/whatever interested person to be able to understand/speak/read the korean language, but that’s my opinion.
anyway, i was worried that the admin may have warned people about not using her content in her (i guess) native language, therefore i asked a friend of mine, who studies the korean language, to check the fanpage’s, the video’s and twitter’s description (and twitter’s latest tweets, sorry but i’m not going to look through idk how many thousand tweets just to find some important information which should actually be on top of a fanpage) for any hints regarding this whole editing topic. she didn’t found any prohibitions.
in my point of view, i don’t get why people don’t want their stuff to be spreaded (w/ credits ofc) since it’s the best form of advertisement for your page BUT nevertheless if you don’t want me to use your stuff, it’s okay. you’re the owner. you have the rights. i’m not an asshole. i will put it down if you tell me to and if there is no other way to solve this problem and come to a compromise. but if you are an admin of a fanpage, make it clear and post it somewhere where everyone should be able to see if they can use your footage or not.

however, the way this person let me know that i should take down my video is the more… relevant part of this story.
when i checked my yt channel today, i noticed that my high roller vid was literally flooded with comments (i really regret not screenshoting them tbh, i’m sorry). the comment section was mainly filled with hatred and rudeness, telling me that i’m a disrespectful *insert prefered insult here* and that i don’t appreciate this fanpage’s hard work.
anyway, the main message of all those comments was: “delete your video”. so i did without hesitating and tbh i regret it but let’s continue:
when i read some comments, i felt really bad, because if you follow me on tumblr for quite a while (or know me in person) you should know that i’m the least likely person to hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally but also stealing somebody’s work on purpose and do not give credit to the original owner.
i’m ok with hate, i don’t care if people don’t appreciate my existence, my sexuality,my looks, simply don’t like me or whatever reason they might have, but people who only see black and white and don’t even raise an eyebrow to look up both positions of a conflict make me sicker than sick. 

after deleting the video i went on twitter and somebody told me that the admin wants to delete all her videos (the person messaging me told me that i’m the reason that she wants to close her yt channel, but the only thing i saw was this tweet down below. i don’t have any other evidence for this statement, because i’m not going to look through all the tweets displaying me as a disrespectful and ungrateful person ).

anyway, another tweet i found was this one:

i don’t know the exact moment the admin posted this comment under my video, maybe because i was still asleep when all this drama happened.
i would love to know the reason why a simple “pls delete it” wasn’t enough. didn’t i delete the video fast enough, because of timezones?
sorry but making a twitter post on your official fanaccount, which btw has over 125k followers (way more than my lame channel), gives me the impression of wanting to drag me down but also setting your followers up against me, just because you didn’t mention that people aren’t allowed to edit your footage and for me this isn’t something that obvious every editor should know, many apologies. 

gotta get some facts right, this is NOT my fault.

i also got accused of being a thief because i “claimed” this fanpage’s footage as my own. where the fuck does this come from. i ALWAYS credit the content i used and my high roller edit wasn’t an exception. the video’s description clearly showed the original video i used for editing, i also put the link right behind the fancam’s name. i didn’t remove the watermark as well.

i am NOT a thief and i never was.

p.s. i found this fancam through another person’s edit.


first of all, holy crap there are over 4,000 people who decided to listen to a living trash bag (aka me) throw up my love of phan all over this blog.
so I know most people do follow-forevers and tag mutuals and be nice and sweet and stuff….
but I have like no friends because I’m awkward and can only follow on my primary blog (*cough* @meowitscaren​ btw) so no one notices me, so I decided to do a little meetup!

*cue the crickets*

It might seem lame, and yes, it seems like EVERYONE and their grandmother are doing phandom meetups, but I want to be able to see who these lovely muffins who follow me are, and maybe a few of you could make new friends :) 
I know some of you might say that this isn’t a big deal and stuff, but I created this blog for a freaking dan meme and in just four months, I’ve met my best friend @twistedhowell​ who will be helping me host this meetup (because I’m a chicken and can’t do this alone) and I’ve been dragged even deeper into this never ending spiral we affectionately call the phandom.

so here we go!

date: sunday, may 1st

time: 8 AM CST + the meetup will last 24 hours

tag: #4kphandumbmeetup (keep in mind it’s the phanDUMB because i’m stupid and that’s my url)

SUGGESTIONS (or idk what to call this)

  • you can post anything from a selfie to an edit to art to a funny textpost, anything!
  • include your name :) i want to get to know everyone, and if you meet someone, it get rids of the whole awkward “so I was talking to you but I don’t know your name um” situation
  • this is a meetup to celebrate reaching 4K so please be following me (wow I feel like trash for saying that >.<) and @twistedhowell because I would be lost without her
  • have fun!!! meet someone, casually slide into their dms (god knows that’s what I did), tell me something that made you smile, show everyone that selfie you felt kinda cute in, be happy.
  • and yo maybe reblog this?

ps if this gets less than 20 notes or no one participates, this didn’t happen and I’ll go cry in a corner alone :)))))

im so sorry about that edit lol

bUT ANYWAY, i reached 3000 followers last week? i think and i just felt like doing another follow forever yay :)

Friends yay :) :

educashtoneMMA you’re 1/3 of calumsvadertacos (is this even a thing lol) but idk how we’re even friends like idk we’re just both really lame.. we just talk about random things and you’re great and very super pretty im sad :( ily 

cantbreathelucasclaaaiiire :)) ok so you’re another 1/3 of calumsvadertacos and you’re funny and we always reblog each others stuff hahah you reblogged my selfie once and you said something really nice but i deleted my selfie after because i was embarrassed haha we dont talk as much as i would like to though.. :(( but yeah we’re friends and ily too

pantlesslucasim on your friends list so i guess we’re friends haha you’re really pretty and i reblog your selfies all the time because how can i not?? we have to talk more lol 

awkscliffordINGRID YOU’RE REALLY SARCASTIC AND FUNNY AND CUTE like idk if you count me as a friend but you’re my friend so.. yah you’re stuck with me too :)) whenever i make posts you always reply with something sarcastic and thats kind of how we communicate lol with sarcasm 

fxckhemmingsi miss seeing you being active on my dashboard :( huhuhu how did we even start talking?? lol but you’re funny and just really nice :)) idk this sounds weird but it feels like you’re my older, tumblr sister hahaha i think its because you called me “little buttifulcal”

other people you should be following if you’re not already:

banashtons, 5soslovefam, niftyluke, fineirwin, 5sosmichael, yeahcalum, irwxns, ashy-irwin, irwinception, pikashton, secondsoffsummer, stfuhood, simmerdwn, greenlght, fknmichael, kingsluke, mtvbitch, mchael5sos, iblamecal, lazykidirwin, 5sosfficial, underashton, woahashton, cvlum-hood, slutlucas, ohemmoh, zarrehs, strictlypunk, irywin, idblowcalumhood, plaidmikey, ash5sos, weedmuke, thestaticsounds, hemmofficial, hazza-stylez, irwinings, spankingcalum, ashtoniirwiin, lotuslucas, hemmosource, lashton-xx, hrrys, damnlucas, fkncalum, 5sozfam, heartbrakegirl, whoafucknarry, ashtonsjigglypuff, unpredictcble, funluke, baessists, hemmophilia, f-ivesos, hufcal, beaniemike, sarcalstic, babelucas, infinitehemmo, calumslisp, fratboycal, liambangs, lucasvevo, fiverejects, laa-art, irwinty, perfhood, fiestaluke, @assholuke, @acoustic-cal, @mukenope, puffdaddyirwin, hemmingsquiff, @smashton5sos,  hotdamn5sos, 5sosashton, cutelucas, ashtonsdimples14, sexycliffconda, @flyingunicornmikey, smashirwin, arcadehoran, helloashtonbabe, calumoxide, calumsbum, calavicle, blamecalum, michaelcliffourd, 5sostrum, bootical, ashtonbangme, mikashton, embarrassedluke, flechter, michaelgclifford, fallenfor5sos, 5saucefeels, ashotons, ihemmingsluke, lucashemmingsx, 5secondsofsummer-official, jellyscribbles, mistahlevi, jaesamahatchet-to-the-face, brokensrecord, irwinkiss, trippycalum, heartbreakirwin

I also found out that two blogs that i followed deactivated they’re blogs :(( (mikeysvevo and squirwin)

oh and last but not least 5sos-official you dorks are the reason i started this blog :)