A/N: I’ve never done something like this before, so we’ll see how this goes and I hope you guys like it! Also I know this isn’t going to be accurate but I’m a romantic let me live.
Peter didn’t understand insomnia until he saw it first hand.
He met Y/N when he moved on to high school, and they had been friends ever since.
Well, kind of. Peter had, Y/N was in love with him but they pretty much ignored that fact. Ned didn’t though. He could see everything, and he was sick of Peter not seeing it as well. Because poor Y/N was suffering.
You see, Y/N had insomnia, which means that they can’t sleep. Except with Peter that is. Almost any physical touch Peter gave them soothed them into slumber. Peter knew it too.
It had just started when they were cuddling while watching Star Wars and he was simply rubbing their back, and when he noticed that, he did come experiments. Nothing too crazy, just different physical gestures (A/N: THAT SOUNDS SO DIRTY I DIDN’T MeAN IT TO) rubbing their back, pecking their forehead, holding their hand. And he learned that the more intimate the gesture the faster they fall asleep.
Though he was a somewhat affectionate person, many people thought that they were dating when they first met them (and even after).
But the fact was that Peter just worried about them. If he could get them to sleep, he would do anything he could to help them.
But back to the point, we’re about to talk about the time where Ned reached his wits end and told Peter how Y/N felt.
During summer break, Peter, Ned and Y/N had a sleepover together. Something that wasn’t odd for them, and Y/N had just fallen asleep on Peter’s shoulder, so Ned and him had decided to play some video games.
Ned had gotten up to grab a couple of slices of pizza for him and Peter when he saw something that pushed him over the edge. Peter had his hand on Y/N’s cheek and was laying a soft kiss on the top of their head. His eyes were closed. It was an incredibly intimate moment, Ned almost wanted to leave them be. Buuut pizza and video games won out the battle in his mind and he sat down next to Peter carefully in hopes not to wake up Y/N.
“You know they’re in love with you right?”
It was like he broke Peter out of a trance and he looked over at him with wide eyes for a split second, before he came to his senses.
“No they don’t.”
“Yes they do Peter, just look at them! You’re the only person they trust to sleep next to!”
“It’s just because we’re friends Ned.”
“No Ned, drop it.”
Ned wondered if Peter was ever going to get it together and ask Y/N out.
It was deep into the night, Peter was squished onto Ned’s couch Y/N in his arms. He couldn’t seem to stop thinking about what Ned had said about Y/N, something he had been hinting at for months.
But something about him saying that Y/N was in love with him. It was different somehow. But it wasn’t like he was in love with Y/N or anything, they’re just friends.
It wasn’t like he ever fantasized about marrying them, or making them happy. And it wasn’t like he would do anything for them, travel across the world to make them smile.
No, he was in love with Liz. Liz was perfect, or at least Peter made her out to be. Just because her laugh wasn’t as sweet as Y/N’s, or that she didn’t like the Avengers (specifically Tony Stark), or that she never gave Peter the time of day.
He was in love with Liz-
A/N #2: I’m pretty sure this sucks, but I tried my best! Tell me if you want a part two let me know! I love my bby Peter send in headcanon/imagine requests for him.
Summary: The 5 stages of falling in love with Matt Murdock. Genre: Romance/fluff Rating: T Warnings: Swearings, injuries 2,038 words
Notes: HELLO EVERYONE. First, I want to apologize for my late responses to the few requests I have but I’M WORKING ON IT. My internet it’s not working properly so that’s one more stone in my way… :/ The requests are closed until I sort it out. So I’ll leave you guys with this Matt one I wrote and didn’t post. Feedback always welcomed. <3 ENJOY!
Stage 1: Butterflies You can’t get the person out of your
At first, Matt thought it was temporary.
Since Fisk, Nelson & Murdock earned some nice cases and
clients and Foggy insisted that they needed another secretary. A internet ad
and a 20 minute interview later, you got hired.
4 months working with them and it felt like you were long
time friends. Foggy treated you like a sister and Karen was glad and clearly
relieved that she had a girlfriend to count on after everything she’d been
But with Matt…it was different. He kept saying to himself
the both of you were just friends but deep down, he knew it was a little bit
more than that.
As promised my cute little Nessian domestic fic. To hold you over until I finish chapter 10 of Shape of you =)
Nesta was beyond exhausted. Ever since they had come home from the healer their son had been a good baby. He had been an easy baby. On a schedule to eat and sleep around the same time every day. He barely cried, he smiled at her. He loved her and his father. He was a good baby, an easy baby. Everyone was obsessed with how easy he was. So different from Elain and Azriel’s little one.
But then something changed.
When he hit the 3 month mark and his father was called to check on the camps yet again. Cassian went without a second thought, even though he promised Nesta he would be here to help her in the first few months of their son’s life. Nesta hadn’t realized it until he was gone, but their son was more attached to his father than anyone else. They had bonded and now he only wanted Cassian.
He had been gone for longer than a few days. And for the two weeks Kaden wouldn’t stop crying. No matter how hard she tried Nesta couldn’t settle him. She was running on less than 3 hours of sleep.
She had tried everything. Nursing him. Changing him. Bouncing him. She sang to him. She rocked him. She bathed him, she rubbing his wings softly the way Cassian did. She had done everything her tired mind could think of.
And yet he was still crying.
“Please,” she sighed, “please Kaden stop crying. Mommy is tired.”
My name is Caroline, 18, bisexual girl from Poland
I’m awkward and clumsy but I’m also a great listener and apparently I give good advice 😅
I love makeup, I believe it’s such a great way to express yourself and very helpful tool to learn how to love yourself, it helped me at least. I’m also all about body positivity and just sharing kindness with others.
I’m mostly looking for friends here, but I won’t mind if friendship turns out to be something else ❤
Recently promoted Inspector Jeon Jungkook didn’t know what
to expect when Chief Kim ordered him to observe the questioning taking place in
Interrogation Room 4. Room 4 was the worst of all the interrogation rooms, reserved only for
the suspects least likely to break. It included the infamous wobbly chair, the
terrible blinking lights, and air conditioning reminiscent of baking to death
in the Sahara underneath the burning sun.
Whatever he was expecting as he cracked the door and slid
silently inside to peer through the viewing window with a few others, none of
it included a small, shaking boy, face scrunched up in pain as an aggressive
Inspector Choi wrenched his head backwards with a handful of silver hair. Both
hands were cuffed to the links in the table, but even if they weren’t, he would
have had no chance to defend himself against the much larger man.
I am pretty conflicted about this issue! On one hand, I’ve been shipping Elucien since I finished ACOMAF and now…there is this whole potential love triangle thing. (Oh boy.)
Anyway, I like both couples, but would prefer Elucien for this reason: their differing personalities. I am a sucker for couples who are made up of two different personalities. We all know snarky Lucien is while Elain is very gentle.
She and Az are kind of too similar, with them both being quiet. I would like to see Az with someone who is a little more eccentric. I believe that is why I shipped him Mor so much (and we know that can’t happen now, so…). Again, if Elriel plays out, I won’t mind because it is not my story, it’s Sarah’s. But yeah, I NEEDED to let my feels out somehow. Don’t judge me!! xD
I went to a Dia De Los Muertos concert/event here in the bay. They had crafts and stuff for kids (and adults - my sugar skull I drew on the tortilla belongs in the MoMA but ok), they had Mexican hot chocolate (where the fuck they been hiding that shit all my life??) and pan de muerto. They had altars and everything. But once the show started, they had the forgettable damn-near all-white symphony open the event up (nobody was tryin to hear that shit. Was probably the venue sayin' they could only have the event there if they let the house artists perform, too). And then they had an the first all-female mariachi band come out.
Let me tell you...
A. These ladies got pipes. B. The vocal range was unreal. C. I don't know how she had the diaphragm to hold her notes as long as she was. But also, the dude next to me was crying during certain songs. Skull face paint runnin n shit. I look two rows up, and the latinx aunties and grandmas are up there crying and shit, too. After their songs, they have the intermission.
Then they bring out this band from LA (both these groups won Grammies, mind you) and people start losing their shit. And when I say losing their shit, I mean recording shit on phones when phones weren't allowed, standing up in the middle of the rows and dancing and singing by themselves because they were feeling it so much, cryin, throwing hands up, all of that. They were screaming for an encore when they were done and got the band to do a curtain call.
Moral of the story.
That shit was not meant for me. And that was the beauty of it. As a black, American, non-latinx man, that shit was not my culture and it wasn't for me. But I was welcomed in to observe and it was absolutely gorgeous to see how happy and deeply people felt during those moments. Seeing how much they connected to that part of their culture to the point where they were in tears over it was amazing. And it was even more amazing that it wasn't for me. In my head, I kept thinking how white people are always sayin "culture is meant to be shared" and how they don't understand what that shit is supposed to mean. Culture is meant to be shared in a manner of observance, if you're an outsider. Culture being shared doesn't mean "I saw this, this is my culture now too." There's beauty in seeing other people enjoy their culture, being welcomed in to participate, but still recognizing that that's their shit and not your shit.
Now, everything has changed. She is no longer the naïve girl from the past. He is no longer around. He is not here anymore. Everything is so fucked up she can’t be bothered to think anymore, everyday is a passing blur in her mind.
In and out. Everyday. Sometimes, it won’t go out.
Those memories are what keeping her sane. She’s barely there, clinging to those happy memories as if it’s her life line. And it is, in some sense. And she fears it more than anything with each new day, the memories turn hazier and blurrier and –
That’s why she needs to keep remembering, repeating –
Or it would dissolve into some background memories.
In this article I’m going to discuss, in brief, all the known major storylines the Gatewatch have outstanding. I was originally going to do a piece on the remaining Gatewatch villains but figured that doing so would leave out a lot of people that readers would think count as villains. So I might as well do this article first and then go into that other one.
Until then, enjoy the list of outstanding storylines!
What do UT/UF Sanses and US/SF Pap think about black humour? What if their partner is really into it? (Nevertheless, maybe with consciousness and in a smart way, sometime this kind of humour can make people think over important issues or taboo).
++ Sans ++
Classic doesn’t mind it, but he won’t go out of his way for it. Sometimes the little remarks you say are pretty funny, and honestly, kind of true, too. Other times, sometimes he thinks it goes a little far. He loves jokes as much as the next guy does, and sure, he kinda has a dark side, but there are certain things he doesn’t agree with. He usually just goes along with it and then tells you that you should probably be careful saying some of those things later on. You take no offense.
++ Sans ++
You’ve got Red in tears just from snickering. He’s super into it and finds it so funny, you two could go on for hours on the topic! Okay, maybe not literal hours… but a longer time than what’s expected. He has the same views as you and really likes how black humor can not only be used to pick fun at humanity’s suffering, but to help people overcome it sometimes, too. It’s a two in one, and who wouldn’t want that?
++ Papyrus ++
Honey is pretty much the same as Classic, except he doesn’t have a limit, and he’ll crack a few jokes with you here and there, too. He’s more careful joking around like that in public and around Blue, though, but you’ve got no shame, so sometimes he has to tell you to be a little quieter about it. But when you share some dark humor with Blue and he laughs and shares some back, Honey chokes on what he’s drinking and your expression brightens, you smiling and laughing. Honey will have to control the both of you now.
++ Papyrus ++
Rus is for it, yeah. He has a pretty dark side and a pessimistic view on life in general so why not tease it? It’ll help him boost up his ego a little bit and it works as a bonding tactic for the two of you. His brother finds it annoying, but any jokes that your or Rus tell, he finds annoying. You two mess around with it a lot and whenever Berry hears you two snickering, he whirls around and shouts, “NO MORE!!” You both go still until he turns around again, where you smile at each other a little and cover your mouths with your hands, holding your small giggles inside.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Higashikata Josuke/Nijimura Okuyasu Characters: Higashikata Josuke (JoJo: Diamond is Unbreakable), Nijimura Okuyasu Additional Tags: Fluff, just pure fluff, Pining, Friendship/Love Summary: Josuke finds out that sleeping next to your crush is hard when your mind won’t shut up.
Every time I sit down to write a part of me wants to put down all the plot points and character traits and another part of me want to work on my first draft. I end up getting hardly anything done and I’m confused. Any advice?
If you feel the urge to do some planning, writing stuff down and fleshing stuff out before writing, I think you should do it. At the very least, it’ll get it out of your mind so you won’t be worrying about it anymore. Then you can just focus on writing without any excuses. :)
Anonymous said: I used to have the same problem. Even now, probably only 5% of the stories I start are ever finished. For me, the solution has been to keep coming back. I go with my inspiration and start the new story, and then when it starts to fade, I return to one of my short list of the most promising WIPs. This is how I’ve finished most of the ones that I have. (Publishing is a whole other challenge!)
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The case had been long and mentally-exhausting. The team was wrecked; and you were no exception. Spencer had somehow convinced you to play cards with him, to get your mind off of the case. After about 20 minutes of him pleading, you finally gave in. Hey, 3 hours until the plane landed. Why not?
It turned out that maybe the case had tired even the genius’ mind. You won the first round. And the second. And the third. “I’m on a roll!” You exclaimed, giving Spencer a large grin.
The profiler smiled back at you with a small nod. “Yeah, you’re really beating me.” Spencer replied.
“When I come back, we’ll play another round.” You announced, standing up. “I’ll try to go easy on you.” Spencer laughed a little as you made your way to the restroom, beaming with pride.
Derek, who was going back to his seat after grabbing some coffee, smirked down at Spencer. “It’s really nice of you; letting Y/N win.” He murmured.
Spencer gave a shrug, shuffling the deck. Derek went back to his seat, and when you returned with the same smile on your face, the genius couldn’t keep back his own smile. Losing every single round was worth it, if he can see you smile like this.