it was just 2 asks that were simply asking what their ages were

Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.

This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work. 


This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.

Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.

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Cradled In Love

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 2217

Warnings: “Angst to fluff to smut”. NSFW gifs (you know me by now!!)

Anon asked “I’m on vacation with my so called family which is breaking apart at the moment and um it’s really hard to be here with them and I can’t really enjoy this vacay so is there a possibility if you could write a tom holland one shot to cheer me up maybe with angst and fluff and smut and beautiful words of yours.. I don’t want to be here with these people and I want to cry every second of the day.”

A/N: So this is my first non-Bucky/Sebastian fic. It’s special because the anon who asked is having a super bad day…I know how it gets when family is a bitch to deal with (trust me all my extended family are a bunch of assholes!!!!) Anyway, here you go and I hope I did him justice. SENDING HUGS AND KISSES YOUR WAY LOVELY PERSON.

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compassion. | 1

Originally posted by jeonsshi

2 | 3

not requested.

“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, possibly smut in the future? angstish for now tbh

How you ended up with the world’s biggest fuckboy as your roommate, you don’t know; actually you did but still why you stayed you don’t know. This was seriously one of the world’s wonders; there were no common interests or reasons we had to get along but somehow we both ended up in this place together. You had been placed in the same apartment thanks to your friend Jimin who was moving to his own place and he said he’d look for a roommate for you, you didn’t expect that guy to move the worst person he could possibly choose into your home.

“I’m sorry, okay? He needed a place to stay after getting kicked out of Youngjae’s place.”, Jimin sympathetically told you whilst you tried to enjoy a meal. “If they kicked out, what makes you think I want him?” “Come on, he’s like a younger brother to me, he’s your age. Give him a chance?” “He’s literally the worst, since the day I met him I’ve wanted to murder him.” “Jeez, you need to stop hanging out with Yoongi.” “Besides the point, Jimin.” “I’m sorry, just give him a chance, if you can’t stand him, just leave, come to me, I don’t care, but give it a go. I kinda do wanna live on my own now?” “Am I the problem?”, you asked unamused by his hectic argument. “No, no, it’s not you, it’s just easier to get to work and school from my new place. You’re always welcome over if you need to stay or something, don’t worry.” “Fine, this is all for you Park Jimin.”

The things you do for this guy; you had a soft spot for Jimin, he was like an older brother to you. The one you never had, he really needed a roommate and soon you became friends, that was after realising you guys had mutual friends. Well, now you were living with Jungkook for Jimin’s sake.


It wasn’t too bad at first, neither of you spoke to each other and when he did attempt to make conversation you would simply tell him: “Did we agree on talking at this time or am i hearing things?”, causing him to sigh and give up on trying to gain your friendship. Other times you were forced to speak to him, like when he was in front of the fridge, the stove, the microwave or the door. “Move out the way dickead.”, you told him after he was blocking the entrance to the bathroom. “That’s not how you pronounce Jungkook!”, he pouted as he dried his hair with a towel. “Was I trying to pronounce your name? I don’t think so and you’re still in the way!” “My apologies, my lady.” He would always attempt to joke around with you and be friendly, but you assumed he was doing so to be civil not to be friends with you after he dropped you and Isla back in high school, even if you weren’t friends with Isla anymore, it still sucked.

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Play With Me (M)

word count: 3.7k (i really tried to limit myself)

genre: smut; idol-verse + established relationship

pairing: reader/jooheon

summary: built up tensions from not seeing your idol boyfriend, jooheon, lead you two to have quite the steamy session on the couch. good thing jooheon has nice thighs and dirty mouth.

requested by: anon #1 who who asked for the reader to have a thigh kink & anon #2 who just wanted some good ‘ol joohoney smut; thank you for requesting! ♡

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***Can you believe we have to go through a 3 month hiatus until we get new episodes again? What to do on Mondays from now on? Well, I know it is not the same but how about reading some amazing Malec fics? Because there simply can’t be enough Malec love out there and somehow it makes the wait to see these two back on our screens a bit more bearable if you ask me.

Anyway, I hope you gonna enjoy this 4th edition as much as the previous ones. Again, a huge thank you to everyone who left notes and/or told me how much they enjoyed these recs. It’s very much appreciated, so yes, if you want me to continue doing this, let me know, okay? Have fun reading!***


KISS WITH A FIST by @clockworkswans [ M | AU | 225k | WIP | Kiss With A Fist universe #1 ]

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).


WILD LIFE by @crazyellephantrambles [ not rated | AU | 69k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood likes to go on road trips. He doesn’t pick up hitchhikers. But the one time he does, it’s Magnus. He’s in for an adventure or maybe even fall in love.


ANYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 36.2k | complete | Anything verse #1 ]

Magnus would do anything for Alec, and Alec doesn’t know what to do with that.


EVERYTHING by @baneismyexistence [ M | 70k | complete | Anything verse #2 ]

With Valentine still at large, a crisis threatens to split the Shadow World in two, testing the loyalties of everyone on both sides of the line. But choosing between duty and honor, family and love is never easy, especially when war is on the horizon.


AND YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MINE TOO by @magicandarchery [ E | AU | 10.4k | WIP ]

New graduates and best friends Magnus and Alec have both graduated from the University of Idris with top honors. Graduation and family expectations, however, carved out two very different paths for their lives.

Making the age-old promise on graduation night to get married if they were still single by thirty had been an easy agreement to make. There was no chance it would, or even could, ever possibly happen. It simply wasn’t legal.

When Magnus coincidentally re-enters Alec’s life eight years later, each are confronted with the unsettled reality of their lives, and the rekindling of long-buried feelings for the other. They decide to reinstate the promise they had made as motivation to get back into the dating scene.

But can they push aside their own feelings for each other as they go on this journey of finding true love?

Or: the “Single by 30” Malec AU that nobody asked for.


STAR WARS: A SEARCH FOR JUSTICE by @sweetillusionketz [ M | AU | 9.8k | WIP ]

After the MORTAL WAR that wiped out the JEDI ORDER and the reconstruction of THE CLAVE to govern the galaxy, military force, THE CIRCLE, has been monitoring planets for any trace of remaining intergalactic terrorism and obliterating possible threats under the name of peace. Each strike leaves death and destruction behind.

Former Senator, General Luke Garroway, leads the DOWNWORLDER RESISTANCE, a counterpoint to the Circle, in hope of finding enough evidence of abuse of power to dismantle the organisation and restore real peace and justice to the galaxy.

In order to do so, Luke has sent Izzy Lightwood, his most daring pilot, and the mysterious Magnus Bane to search for survivors of the last attack…


FANTASY by @theonetruenorth [ E | PWP | 3.5k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #20 ]

“Mhmm,” Magnus hummed as they broke apart and he rocked his hips minutely, the slight movement enough to make them both shiver. “This is getting dangerously close to one of my fantasies, so maybe we should stop, if you don’t want this to go any further.”

“What fantasy?” Alec murmured, craning his neck up again to brush his lips against Magnus’ but the warlock teasingly moved just out of reach.

“Well,” Magnus started, looking at Alec through half-closed eyes and with a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “I have never had sex inside the Institute.”


BLUE EXTRAVAGANCE by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 27.8k | complete | Blue Steel Series #5 ]

When Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane is called to the site of a bizarre murder, he doesn’t expect to recognize the victim, but that’s exactly what happens. Alec met the wealthy entrepreneur at an event with his husband, the flamboyant and enormously wealthy Magnus Lightwood-Bane. When a second victim is found, Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale, realize that their killer has a “type.” Unfortunately, Magnus just so happens to fit that type.


IT’S TIME TO LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY, BROTHER DEAREST by @themagnusbane [ E | AU | 83.4k | complete ]

Magnus Bane is a famous stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves in love quicker than they expected.


WE CAN SOLVE THIS TOGETHER by @softshumjr [ E | AU | 58.9k | WIP ]

Alec and Magnus have been friends since high school. They both love each other but are afraid to say anything because they believe the other one doesn’t feel the same way and it’ll ruin their friendship.

Alec and Jace are working on an overdose case and are stuck. Can Magnus be the one to help them solve the case?


UNKISS ME by @sweetillusionketz [ G | AU | 11.3k | complete ]

Magnus Bane loved New York. I mean, what other city in the world held Christmas raves?

He especially loved it when he managed to convince Ragnor and Catarina to join him. Spending time with your chosen family during the holidays was the best thing in the world.

The only thing that could make it even better, however, would be getting to know that very attractive stranger that just wouldn’t take his eyes off Magnus. Tall, dark and handsome was just what Magnus wanted to end his amazing night.

All he needed was an opportunity and it came, in the form of a well-placed mistletoe.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, DOCTOR LIGHTWOOD by @softdaddario [ T | AU | 3.1k | complete ]

Magnus Bane agreed to volunteer at a children’s hospital on Christmas Eve, wanting to help make sure the kids got the most wonderful evening. Turned out the kids weren’t the only one who were gonna have a merry Christmas, Magnus realised when he met the young Doctor Lightwood during his time at the hospital.


MERRY CHRISTMAS, ALEXANDER by @slaymemakoto [ E | PWP | 1.8k | complete ]

A one shot in which Alec gets the living daylights fucked out of him and Magnus is sure that everyone in the building is aware of exactly what Christmas Eve activities the pair are indulging in.


JUST WHAT I NEED by @alyxhavok [ T | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus has a surprise for Alec, and the rest of his family…


YOU PROTECTED ME by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 3k | complete ]

Post Winter-finale.
Inspired by this:

“anyways magnus totally had alec’s omamori with him that’s how he managed to be safe”


IT’S CLOSE TO MIDNIGHT, AND SOMETHING EVIL’S LURKING IN THE DARK by @lightwoodlesbians [ G | AU | 1.8k | complete ]

or, the ’i sneaked into this huge house party for some free alcohol but you asked me how i knew the host and the first excuse i could think of was that i’m dating their sibling, so i basically just lied to you about going out with you’ au


LET’S PLAY by @laurenkmyers [ E | 2.5k | complete ]

Malec’s first date gets sexy. Expect semi-public pool table sex.


IF YOU CAN’T FIND THE ONE BEING HUSTLED IN THE POOL HALL… by @quitemagicalbane [ G | 328 | complete ]

“Make the shot then.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay, so make it.”


THUNDER’S GETTING LOUDER by @spanglepup [ E | 6.4k | complete | The Boundless Saga #3 ]

For once in his life, Alec decides to take something for himself. He forgets that everything comes with a cost.


THE IMPORTANCE OF PANCAKES by @lecrit [ T | 2.2k | complete ]

Based on the prompt: “I would like a cute Alec and Magnus day in where they cuddle and talk a bit about the future and a second scene where it’s the future and they have their two sons”


WAKE ME GENTLY by @ithilien-writes [ E | 1.7k | complete ]

Magnus rarely (if ever) wakes before Alec, but this time he has… intentions.


FIRST TIME ALEC TOPS by @theonetruenorth [ E | 1.9k | complete | Shadowhunters Headcanons #9 ]

Somehow, they end up with Alec flat on his back and Magnus straddling him, his hands cradling Alec’s jaw while his tongue explores the nephilim’s mouth. It’s a slow, lazy, and unhurried kiss. The kind of kiss that says ‘there isn’t anywhere else I would rather be right now’ and ‘I want to explore every inch of your body’ and ‘I love you’.


CHAIN YOU UP by WholockedHunter [ E | 3.6k | complete ]

Magnus and Alec are having some kinky sex …


CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | PWP | 2.1k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #3 ]

If Magnus were more alert, he probably would’ve recognized the obvious signs of someone being in the loft: the boots by the front door, the leather jacket laying on the couch, the empty wine glass sitting on his drink cart, but as it is, he doesn’t notice anything off until he’s standing right in front of his bedroom door and realizes the light is on.


I NEED YOU SO MUCH CLOSER by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 5.2k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #4 ]

Work has been keeping Alec and Magnus apart for a couple of weeks and once they finally see each other again, Alec can barely control himself.

AKA the first time they have sex at the Institute. Also the first time they say “I love you”.


DANCE IN THE DARK by @deepbutdazzlingdarkness [ E | 2.7k | complete | The Thirst Is Real #5 ]

After a particularly hard day at work, Magnus helps Alec relieve some tension.


NO PLACE FOR A HERO by @one100suns [ M | 20.4k | complete | Battle Scars #3 ]

For Magnus and Alec, navigating their relationship is hard enough without outside forces trying to tear them a part. Quite literally in some cases.


PRESSED UP AGAINST YOU, EVERYTHING IS OKAY by @matsdaddario [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #2 ]

It’s new, this feeling like even though everything is falling apart that this part of his world makes sense. He likes it, wants to keep it.

“Hi,” he breathes. Magnus stands in front of him, and Alec can’t help himself, doesn’t want to stop himself, from leaning down that little bit to capture Magnus’s mouth with his own.


I SEE FIRE by @lecrit [ M | AU | 12.1k | complete ]

There was one simple and unique rule about being friends with Magnus and Alec: never, ever, no matter the circumstances, not even if you were drunk as an armada of skunks, engage into a debate about pop culture with either of them, and especially not the both of them.


TRUST ME by @sweetillusionketz [ T | AU | 18.5k | complete ]

Magnus Bane has a problem with that arrogant brat that keeps showing his face to every important street race in the city. Damn Jace Lightwood and his annoying habit of winning even though he’s just a stupid high school boy. That’s insulting.

Fuck Jace. But more importantly, fuck his sweet looking older brother, who just happen to not have the slightest idea of who Magnus is. If everything goes according to plan, Magnus will have put Jace back to his insignificant place and gotten lucky with a gorgeous oblivious guy.

Perfect plan is perfect. Nothing could go wrong.

Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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he is in love [stanley uris x reader]

[you can read part 2 here]

summary: stanley and the reader are best friends, and they slowly start to realize that they are in love ;)

pairings: stanley uris x reader

requested: no

word count: 1373

a/n: 10000% inspired by taylor swift’s you are in love, also this is a modern au and they’re aged up :)

also, i do NOT condone underage drinking, please don’t do it

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Hey! I love your writing so much. I was wondering if you could do a Jughead x Reader where the reader is friends with Betty and Veronica and they dare her to walk up to Jughead and kiss him without saying anything before walking away. He’s really confused but happy because he’s been crushing on her for ages and he asks her out? Thank you!!!

A/N: Why are all my requests always so cute?! I hope you enjoy this. Requests are welcome.

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Dared to Kiss (Jughead x Reader)

The whole school had been playing some stupid dare game all week.

So far you had been able to keep outta sight even thought it was hard as you were one of the vixens and hung out with Cheryl more than anyone.

The two vixens who were obsessed with the game were the ones you were avoiding.

Betty Cooper and Veronica Lodge.

They were the only two besides your best friend that you had a huge crush on Riverdale’s very own outcast.

Cheryl simply shrugged it off when she find out. It was your secret and she respected you to not put herself in that mix.

Betty and Veronica on the other hand.

They were friends with Jughead and they would try anything to get you to make a move.

Including this stupid game.

“(Y/N)!” Speaking of the girls.

You look up from your book to see B and V grinning down at you.

“What do you want?” You try to keep your voice down as your eyes glance around the student lounge. You knew exactly what they wanted from you.

“We dare you to kiss Juggie!” Betty giggles as she plops down next to you.

“Keep your voice down!” You hiss at the blonde.

“Come on, Girl! Cheryl always says you have the confidence of a damn goddess. Show us just how confident you are.” V whispers and she sits on your other side.

You roll your eyes.

It was true. You were crowned by Queen Blossom herself that you had the most confidence when it came to anything. You simply did that you wanted and never thought twice about what others would think of you.

That’s what Cherry loved about you.

You were never afraid.

Until Jughead.

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Stupid tapes

requested? nope, just had the idea in my head for a few days

pairing: Zach x reader

Summary: Zach doesn’t want to tell his girlfriend about the tapes and she has enough and then Bryce Walker makes things even worse

warnings: mention of rape i guess 

words: over 1.8k

part 2

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Y/N once heard Zach and Justin talking about some tapes and when she asked Zach he only brushed her off with a “don’t worry, love, ‘s fine”. Whoever she asked about those tapes either looked confused or told her it’s none of her business. She asked Zach multiple times about them, hoping he would break and tell her anything, so she would finally know what’s going on, but he didn’t. She noticed how tense he got whenever she asked him about them and how he’s changed through the last few weeks. It was taking a tool on Y/N and their relationship, as the girl thought he didn’t trust her and genuinely knew he was hiding something from her. And one day, Y/N decided enough was enough.

“Zach, I’m asking you one last time, what’s going on with these tapes!” they were sitting in his car, heading for his house so he could help her with her biology homework, as he was a year older and amazing at it.

“I’ve told you so many times that you should forget about them and stop worrying,” he replied calmly, though he could sense that Y/N wasn’t going to drop the topic this time.

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Zuko X Reader - Hopeless

Request:  Could I have an imagine for A:TLA? Zuko is hopelessly in love with you but while you do return his feelings, you refuse to make any ‘big’ decisions before the war is over, so could the imagine include his many attempts of sealing your hand for him? -Anon

Well, here ya go! It’s really long, like over 2000 words oops.


Yesterday you had kissed Zuko. Today you were avoiding him.

While you and Zuko were close, and you both had strong feelings for each other, you wanted to wait until the war was over and done with to make any rash decisions regarding your relationship with him. It would hurt you too much if something happened to him and you were together. At least this way, if one of you was seriously injured, or even killed, you wouldn’t be losing a partner. You’d only be losing your friend.

“(Y/N)-”

“Zuko, I told you. I can’t, okay? I can’t make any huge decisions right now.”

“Can I remind you that you kissed me yesterday? That seemed like a pretty huge decision.”

“I was tired and overcome with emotions then. I just think it’s best we not get involved romantically until after… all this.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I have to go, Zuko. Toph wanted to spar.” You began to walk away, but paused a moment to look back at the teen. “I just don’t want to risk losing my boyfriend as well as my best friend.” Zuko nodded, which you took as a cue to leave. Zuko understood the reasoning behind not wanting to make the decision before the war, but he thought that was all the more reason to make the decision. If you were about to go to war, it would be good to let go of your feelings, right?

Zuko was determined to at least get you to admit you loved him before the war was over.

Attempt #1: Flowers

“Katara?” Zuko held a bouquet of flowers in his hand. It was small, and the flowers were mostly wilted as they had been growing in a shady, sad spot in a forest, but it was a bouquet nonetheless. He was bringing them to the waterbender to see if she could maybe perk them up, or at least to see if the flowers had the stamp of approval before being given to you.

“Hmm?”

“I have a question. If someone gave you these flowers, would you accept them?” He held the small bouquet out to the girl, and she looked at them before reaching out a hand to hold them closer and take a better look.

“Well, they’re kind of sad, Zuko. Are these for (Y/N)?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his hand away as Katara grabbed the entire bouquet.

“Oh, nice flowers. I didn’t know you and Katara were a thing, Zuko.” You seemed to come out of nowhere, just in time to see Katara taking the flowers from Zuko’s outstretched hands.

“Oh no, I’m not- we’re not… I was just-”

“Relax, I was joking. Katara, Sokka wants us to go get some supplies.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” She handed the bouquet back to Zuko, giving him a quick look of pity before walking off with you. As you walked away from Zuko, Katara leaned closer to your ear. “They were for you, you know.” You sighed, nodding your head.

“I know.”

Zuko simply frowned at your receding figures. He was going to have to try harder to get you.

Attempt #2: Fire

It was a rare night, everyone huddled around a fire, laughing and acting like the world was alright. Katara and Aang sat next to each other, talking in hushed tones to themselves. Sokka was poking at the fire, making sure he kept it aflame despite the fact there were two individuals who could firebend sitting across from him. Toph was doing her best to make Sokka’s attempts fail, sticking rocks up into the fire and kicking pebbles in Sokka’s general direction. You and Zuko just sat next to each other, watching the others and occasionally saying a few words.

You were tired. It was rare you had a night that you weren’t stressing or working, and you wanted to take this opportunity to sleep early, but spending time with the rest of the Gaang was so rare that you were sticking it out. After your fifth yawn in twenty minutes, though, Zuko nudged your shoulder.

“Hey, go to bed if you’re so tired.”

“I’d much rather stay out here with everyone. Besides, it’s more comfortable out here, right?” You and Toph had bent some makeshift couch-like seats for everyone to sit on, and sitting with Zuko on one of the rock couches by a fire was much more comfortable than laying on the ground with only a blanket and a small, worn pillow.

“Go get some rest, (Y/N).”

“I’m not-” you yawned “-that tired.” Zuko simply rolled his eyes, as if to say, “Whatever you say,” and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

Only thirty minutes later, however, you had fallen asleep. You were pressed against Zuko, arms wrapped around his waist and head resting on his shoulder. Your hair tickled his neck, and your breathing was loud, but he made no effort to move you. Instead, he asked Sokka to grab his blanket and pillow and got comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of Aang’s laughter and Appa’s noises. You opened your eyes to see Aang playing with his beloved animal, which as strange because you didn’t remember falling asleep outside. It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized you and Zuko had fallen asleep around the fire. You quickly got up, leaving Zuko with the blanket, and went to change. You ran into Katara moments later, and she looked at you with knowing eyes.

“Friends fall asleep with friends, Katara,” you insisted, but she knew what was really going on. Zuko might just succeed in his quest after all.

Attempt #3: Sparring

It was good to practice, especially with the war coming up. You and Zuko were doing just that, sparring in an attempt to brush up on your skills.

“I’m probably not the best person to be practicing with,” you had said over and over, knowing that Zuko planned on going after his sister and that he should be practicing with Aang, a firebender. But Zuko had other plans. He didn’t really need to practice, he just wanted to spend some alone time with you, and work on getting you to admit your feelings out loud.

“It’s fine. It’s always nice to spar with an earthbender.”

“I can go get Toph, she’s a better opponent.”

“No, no, you’re fine.” With that, you two began to train. Toph had taught you some moves, and you were now able to sense where people were with your earthbending. You were practicing that by trying to spar Zuko with your eyes clamped shut.

“You sure you can do that?” he kept asking you, but you nodded every time.

“I’m good. I’m pro.” You would laugh and send a rock his way. Now, you were far from pro. You could kind of sense where he was going, but when it came to his bending, you had no clue when it was coming or where it was going. You were on your butt more than you were on your feet.

“Yeah, you’re a real pro,” Zuko said, holding his hand out to help you get up. You sensed this and reached out to grab it. He pulled you to your feet quickly, and you were launched up. You opened your eyes to see Zuko’s face mere inches away from yours, and you felt his arms hovering around your waist. “Sorry. You’re light,” he said, not making an effort to move away from you. He was staring into your eyes, and you were staring into his enchanting gold ones. You two stayed like this for what seemed like ages. You wanted to pull away, but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to it.

“Hey, (Y/N), using those techniques I’ve been teaching you?” You were broken from your trance and quickly pulled away from Zuko, knowing that Toph would be able to sense how close you two were.

“Yeah. I’m not too good, though.” You laughed, glancing over at Zuko as you did so. “I kept getting knocked off my feet. Think we could practice some more?”

“Sure, I’m not doing anything.” Toph waved, motioning for you to follow her, and you shot Zuko a quick apologetic look.

“I’ll ask Aang if he wants to spar you. Seriously, it’d be better to train with someone who would actually be a challenge.” Zuko shook his head.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll go to town for some food or something.” You shrugged and walked off with Toph, who was shooting you a grin.

“So, you and Zuko were pretty close together back there.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Attempt #4: Clothes

“Zuko! Hey, I need your help with something.” You had your head stuck out of your tent, and you were motioning for Zuko to come in. He slipped in and you immediately began to talk. “Okay, so I thought that since we’re hiding out in the Fire Nation for a bit I should wear some Fire Nation clothing, right? But I think I look ridiculous in it.”

“Ridiculous how?”

“Ridiculously out of place.”

“Let me see.” You dropped the blanket you were using to cover yourself to reveal your outfit. A red, midriff-baring top and a pair of simple red pants. Zuko began to laugh, and you quickly went to cover yourself again. “No, no. You only ridiculous because you tied the top wrong.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. Here, turn around, I’ll fix it.” You spun, and Zuko began to fix the top.

“Thanks. I’m glad I didn’t go outside looking like a complete idiot.” You could feel Zuko’s breath against your neck as he chuckled softly.

“Only I would’ve noticed.”

“Still.” You felt his hands brush against your back as he finished tying your top.

“There. I fixed you.” You turned around and gave him a smile.

“Thanks, Zuko.”

“No problem, (Y/N).” Once again you were in a situation where neither of you could look away. You were frozen.

“Well, I better leave. Now that I can go into town, I want to look at some stuff in this shop Katara told me about.” You broke the trance, moving around Zuko to leave your tent. “Thank you again.” Zuko simply smiled in response, and you left him alone in your tent.

Attempt #5: Before the Battle

“(Y/N).” You stopped to turn to Zuko, who had just called your name.

“Yeah?” You were getting ready to go with Katara and Zuko to find Azula, and you still had to grab one more thing when Zuko called you.

“Look, we’re about to go fight my sister. She’s really dangerous.” You nodded your head.

“I know, Zuko. Can I go? I have to grab something…”

“(Y/N), just wait.” He put his arm on your arm to keep you from leaving, and you looked up at him. Once again, you were trapped in his golden eyes. Slowly, he leaned down and connected his lips to yours. You found yourself almost kissing back, but you pulled away.

“Zuko, I-” Words escaped you. You couldn’t think of what to say. “I can’t kiss you.”

“But you have.” Zuko had tried to understand, but at this point, he couldn’t. You were kissing him back, dammit! But you still wouldn’t admit anything. “(Y/N), I love you. I’m in love with you, you know that. How could you not? But you still refuse to admit your feelings for me. I just want to hear it once, ‘I love you, Zuko.’ Just once, (Y/N).” You bit your lip.

“Zuko, I’m sorry. I’ve made my decision. Not until after this.” You shook your head, a sad look on your face. “Look, I have to grab something, then we can leave. Go get Katara.”

Zuko had messed up. He realized that as you walked away.

What Got You:

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Zuko was taunting Azula, something about not using lightning. Azula then shot some lightning at Katara, who Zuko quickly jumped in front of. He was struck, fell to the ground, and you heard yourself and Katara scream as Azula laughed. You began to sprint towards Zuko, but Azula shot at you with some fire, so you stayed back. Katara tried to approach him to heal him, but Azula then began to fire at her.

There were tears streaming down your eyes. You watched in fear as Azula went after Katara, but you knew the waterbender could handle herself, so you ran to Zuko. You collapsed beside him, held his hand, begged him to be alright. It felt like ages before Katara chained Azula down and ran over to heal the fallen prince.

“Thank you, Katara,” he mumbled after she had worked her magic. He sat up slowly and looked from Katara to you. You were both crying.

“Zuko,” you whispered through your tears. “Zuko, I thought you were going to…” You broke into tears again, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, momentarily forgetting his was injured. “I thought I was going to lose you.” Zuko loosened your grip around his body and looked you in the eyes. He reached a hand up to wipe a tear from your cheek.

“You tied your top incorrectly,” he said after a moment, causing you to giggle slightly through your tears. “It’s actually better that way, I think.” You couldn’t stand it anymore. You leaned in and captured his lips with yours. It was a gentle, sweet kiss, and you never wanted it to end.

“I love you,” you whispered against Zuko’s lips. “I’m in love with you.”

“I know,” Zuko mumbled back, a small smile playing on his lips. “Now kiss me again.”

Bill Skarsgård x Reader Imagine

Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Prompt: Reader went with friends to visit Hollywood only to end up lost A.F. Until someone who you would never expect to be Bill Skarsgård! Comes and helps you.

Warning: None

Note: I noticed there is like no Bill Skarsgård x Reader imagines on Tumblr (not including his characters). Well there’s maybe like 2 or 3 but I wanted to add one of my own cuz I’m fan girl trash. But you can come join the fan trash party! I have serious issues XD! And thus this fanfic was born! Go ahead and read my fellow trash friends! ;3!

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ALSO NOTE YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MANY SKARSGÅRD GIFS!!! 

Come to Hollywood, they said.

It would be fun, they said.

You’ll meet a lot of awesome celebrities, they lied!

You were basically screwed over right now. You and your bestest friends decided to go on a trip to Hollywood, the plane ride wasn’t the smoothest ride ever but as soon as you saw the Hollywood sign you knew you were gonna have fun.

Nope!

You were so f'ing lost. 

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Because I know that not everyone has the time or desire to sit down and listen to an hour-long interview, here are a few highlights from the recent episode of The 1099: Mike Laidlaw on How Dragon Age is Made and the Probability of Jade Empire 2.


  • Inquisition was codenamed Project Nugstorm before it had a proper name.
  • The early stages of Inquisition’s development were an uphill battle, as they were dealing with an engine that simply could not support the kind of gameplay they needed it to. (Frostbite is great for first person shooters… not so much for fantasy RPGs.) So while they were busy building various elements from scratch to supplement the engine, a lot of the design teams were left unable to work at the level they were used to. 
  • Laidlaw illustrates the limitations of building on a new engine by bringing up Witcher 2 and Witcher 3. Witcher 2 was built in a brand new engine, whereas Witcher 3 was able to benefit from all the hard work and lessons learned from the previous game and pushed the envelope even further in terms of what they could accomplish. In this analogy, Inquisition was sitting in the same camp as Witcher 2… the implication being that the next DA game in Frostbite can do more, since they don’t have to spend as much time building basic components.
  • Do they miss characters from previous games when they start writing the next cast of companions? Yes and no. As much as you grow to love them while making the game, you do eventually get tired of immersing yourself in that group after years of development and it’s refreshing to start building someone new. New characters often grow from the old - for example, Bull’s development really sprang from how the Qun had previously been shown through Sten and the Arishok. It’s a nice opportunity to come up with a new perspective on something you’ve already covered.
  • DA2 was originally called Dragon Age: Exodus. The name change was mostly a marketing decision and not one Laidlaw necessarily agrees with. 
  • At least for Dragon Age, the development process for DLC doesn’t begin until MAYBE as early as the certification stage when the base game is done and sent off to the higher ups. Even then, it would be a stretch to push the team to immediately turn around and start making DLC because they’re worn out. They just finished a marathon and need to catch their breath. He also likes to use DLC as an opportunity to address certain feedback - which you can’t do until players actually get their hands on the game.
  • Why they only used the Origin Story model in Origins: It’s a great format for rolling out a new IP with a whole new world to introduce your players to. But in order to replicate that, it requires essentially building six separate and unique beginner tutorial levels and at some point you have to address whether your time is better spent creating six levels (where a single player will only see one of them) or if that effort could be put towards creating something else. For everything you put effort towards, it means you’re cutting resources elsewhere - so what are you willing to give up in order to create those origin stories? They’re expensive to make and they don’t serve the same purpose in a sequel that they do in the first game.
  • Jade Empire 2: Josiah brings up a sequel to Jade Empire as a hypothetical in order to ask a question… How does someone in Laidlaw’s position attempt to tell the difference between loud vocal demands from the community (people saying they want more Jade Empire) vs actual, actionable interest (people actually buying a Jade Empire sequel, enough so that it makes the time spent developing it profitable). After talking about looking at the current games market and whether or not you have the resources and passion in-studio to work on it, Laidlaw admitted that there was a sequel planned for Jade Empire at one point and that one might happen one day… but that most of the leadership for JE have moved onto DA. Dragon Age is a big, all-encompassing project to be a part of, so it would be difficult to ask them to straddle between both teams if both IPs were simultaneously in production. But most of the people who really know Jade Empire and “feel it in their bones” are pretty busy working on continuing the DA franchise at the moment.
  • He admitted that something is being made for Dragon Age - and that it’s really not a secret that they’re working on it - but he can’t officially say anything else about the subject. Yet.
Business and Pleasure - Part 20

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: Swearing


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Bucky paced nervously between the living room and kitchen as you glanced at the clock, filled with apprehension and dread. Today was the day. You were finally about to find out whether or not Bucky was the father of Dot’s son.

You were now almost nine months pregnant and the stress, combined with the strain of the pregnancy was finally getting the best of you. “Can you just stay still for a goddamned minute,” you muttered as you watched your husband pace. He had been like this since six o’clock this morning. In his defense, you were supposed to have gotten the call hours ago at 10:00. It was now 2:00 and you still hadn’t heard anything. It seemed that the more time that passed, the more anxious your husband became, which, in turn made you all the more irritated.

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Open to Interpretation, Part 2: Negan x Reader

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

A/N: The masses asked for a sequel. So I give them… A SEQUEL!!!!!!!! Huge thanks to my best bitch @mr-musings for checking its perfect for ya’ll.

Warnings: The usual. Rough sex, breath play, voyeurism, age gap, inappropriate relationship, elements of DDLG.

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@lisssays @misswesterosi @jeffreydeanneganstrash @mysticpostdinosaur @askkakashihatake-blog @gothamlovr91 @nerdandthebeauty

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You grossly underestimated how much pain you would be in after your late night meeting with Negan, despite this, you were in your car on your way to class. You’d resisted the urge to stay in bed to give in to another, the urge to drive Negan crazy during his lecture.

Dressed in a nice little ensemble that made you look the picture of a diligent college student, you parked up and joined the hordes of students walking towards the main building. You noticed you were getting a few looks from guys you’d seen around. You smirked to yourself, reassured in what you already knew; you looked good.

Just as you entered the hallway that professor Negan’s classroom was in, you felt a nudge and something warm being put in your hands. You grasp it without thinking and glance up, only to see professor Negan striding toward his room. He’d handed you a takeaway cup of coffee with a piece of paper taped to it. You pull it from the cup and unfold it.

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CHAPTER TEN: HE’S AN IDIOT.

PLOT SUMMARY: a multichapter imagine fic where the reader is dustin’s older siblings. follows along directly with the events of season 2. she’s friends with nancy, and drama ensues. over the course of the fic we see how the reader reacts to new challenges and a new romantic interest.  ( inspired by two other imagines that i literally can’t find for the life of me. )

CHAPTER SUMMARY: the reader comes to realize her relationship with steve isn’t a betrayal of nancy’s trust. and they also find a way to get that thing out of will - which will hopefully bring an end to all this mess. 

PAIRING: SLOWBURN Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WARNING: Swearing and Spoilers

CHAPTERS: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE.

WORD COUNT: 1.5K+

A/N: y’all asked for it! so here it is!

Through Mike’s plan, Will had found a way of communicating without the mind flayer knowing. Morse Code, Hopper deduced. Luckily he knew the code from his time in the military, and was able to know what the hell he was saying simply by memorizing the pattern. Will was still in there. And he was talking to all of you. Hopper returned to the shed, walkie talkie in hand, and Will continued to tap.  The transmissions began to come through a radio. That helped the rest of you write down the pattern Hopper transmitted to you, and allowed you to translate everything through a provided chart. ‘Close Gate.’  That was how to destroy it, this mind flayer, by closing the gate. But that came with a question…. How?

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Ten Music Major Commandments

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There are some basic things that I find myself repeating over and over when it comes to posts. While I am obviously going to continue explaining stuff and answering questions, I thought it might be good to explain some basics of my attitude towards musicianship as a whole. As there turned out to be ten things, we can consider these the Ten Music Major Commandments.


1. Thou shalt remember that no single audition will make or break a music major career.

Your career isn’t hanging in the balance just because you are auditioning for an important to school or orchestra or whatever. Unless you insult the director, sit on his cat, and start yelling slurs to the room as a whole, a single audition will not torpedo a career. You can always attend a different school, work with a different ensemble, or try again at a later date when you’re better prepared.


2. Thou shalt remember a music major is not a competition, it is a process of personal growth and improvement.

There are few quicker ways to kill your love of music than by comparing yourself to the inevitable “people who are better than you.” There will ALWAYS be people better than you. Use that as motivation to get better yourself, or just admire them for their skill.


3. Thou shalt remember that you can’t know what other people have gone through to get where they are.

If a freshman can play a piece you can’t perform as a senior, take a deep breath and chill. For that to be the case, they likely started earlier than you, had better training at an early age, were forced to practice more, or simply had different priorities when they were younger. You can’t know those circumstances, and you can’t know what you’d have done if you been in their shoes. Don’t judge people who are older but haven’t yet reached your skill level - you can’t know what they have dealt with. So just admire their abilities and perseverance, and mind your own business if you can’t think of anything nice to say.


4. Thou shalt remember that if you decide music may be better as a hobby, that’s okay. It is not a personal failing.

Simply put, not everyone feels comfortable betting their future on the roulette wheel that is the potential career outlook of a music​ major. Music is stressful, it requires a lot of emotional labor and self-sufficiency, and sometimes that’s just not what a person wants. If that person is you, that’s okay. You don’t have to try and make a living making music for it to be your passion. That’s what community ensembles and after-work gigs are for. And if it turns out music isn’t your true passion? That’s okay too. Things can be important to one part of your life but move to the background later. That doesn’t mean you weren’t dedicated to it when you loved it - it just means you have moved on.


5. Thou shalt take care of yourself - taking a break is better than burning out.

Recently, someone I knew dropped out of school completely, essentially because of musical burnout. They had simply given too much of themselves to their music major, and didn’t have any emotional reserves for the other hard parts of life. Do your best to take care of yourself, because you are the most important part of the music you make. You are the true force behind the performance - that doesn’t change just because you need tools (your instrument) to make music. If you feel overwhelmed, as a music major often is, take a break. It’s okay to rest, I promise.


6. Thou shalt write your schedule in stone, but follow it like the Pirate Code.

It is VERY IMPORTANT to have a schedule. Musicians have to handle too many classes and performances and rehearsals and other responsibilities to try to get by without a strict schedule. When you write one up for the semester, imagine each day, and try to be realistic. You should assume that you’ll live each day exACTly like it is written. If it seems impossible, then reschedule stuff.

However, when you're​ actually living your final schedule, remember you can be flexible. If you know you can manage your assignments later, then absolutely use your assigned study time to go on that adventure with your friends. You still need to live your life, after all. Balance is the key, here.


7. Thou shalt never be afraid to ask someone a polite question.

While it is a personal pet peeve of mine when people talk out of turn (especially when they don’t know what they are talking about!), I firmly believe there is always time to answer a question. If you want to know more about something, or if you are confused, find someone who knows the answer and politely, at a convenient time, ask them. This means asking a question to clarify important class material during class, and asking that nitpicky question about that tangent your professor went on during their office hours. The main point is to ask!


8. Thou shalt try to practice at least once a weekend.

Weekend practicing is honestly one of the hardest things for me to do. However, I always feel awesome after I do it! Taking a two day break from practice can be good for the mental health, but if you aren’t practicing just because you can’t be bothered, then maybe you should try bothering. Practice is good for you, and​ it builds character. Go practice.


9. Thou shalt treat yourself like you would your best friend.

If you wouldn’t make a comment about them, don’t make it about yourself. You are your first, foremost, and most permanent friend. Take care of yourself, and build yourself up. No one ever became an amazing musician by beating themselves up at every failure. The best musicians take mistakes and use them as fuel to get even better. Stop beating yourself up and start being friendly to the only person who is guaranteed to be around forever - yourself.


10. Thou shalt take a deep breath.

Sometimes we can get so lost inside our own heads that we forget how to leave. The next time you suspect you’re on an anxiety spiral, find somewhere quiet and do you best to just breathe. You’re okay. You are not going to die/get expelled/get thrown in Bad Music Major Jail. That’s not even a thing. Do your best to keep things in perspective: “it’s just one class/jury/audition/performance. There will be more classes/juries/auditions/performances. No matter how this one goes, life will go on.”

Because it will. Life goes on.

You’ve got this.

Lets Dance Pt. 2

Now that you and Tom aren’t enemies, he has a different idea for your relationship…

(2,350 Words)

Warnings: language, smuttity-smut-smut

A/N: I PROMISED THIS SO LONG AGO BUT I’VE HAD SO MUCH SCHOOLWORK AND I PROBABLY SHOULD’VE DONE THAT INSTEAD OF WRITING THIS BUT FUCK IT

Part One

Originally posted by sensualkisses

The next day, ballet was uncomfortable to say the least. Tom was always stealing glances, licking his lips and smirking at me whenever he got the chance. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only who noticed. Almost every silent interaction with him was followed by one of my friends putting an elbow in my side and giving me a ‘what the hell???’ look. I would simply shrug at them, unconvincingly telling them that I didn’t know what was going on either. Tom ruined my facade when he came up behind me after class, putting an arm around my waist and asking, “Same time tonight, love?” I could feel the heat in my cheeks rise from his hand on my waist and my friends’ eyes burning holes through me. 

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The Tenth Floor pt10

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9


Min Yoongi was not someone to trifle with. He saw through the best of liars, and couldn’t be manipulated easily. He didn’t let his head get clouded with emotions. He was good at his job, and his job was his life–therefore he was good at life, right?

So he couldn’t figure out he felt so stupid currently. 

He knew his mother would laugh if she could have heard his thoughts. She’d tell him to be humble, and probably ask when his ego had become so inflated. 

He tapped his fingers idly on his office desk. He shouldn’t have let Taehyung get to him. He knew that. But Taehyung knew exactly how to get a reaction out of him, possibly even better than Yoongi knew himself. 

He wasn’t planning on skipping out on the family dinner–It just kind of… happened. When he sat down in the dirt and grass in front of his mothers grave that morning with a bouquet of flowers, he had every intention of showing up on his father’s and stepmother’s doorstep later that day. 

Then he remembered Taehyung. He had been particularly difficult to deal with recently, and the thought of having to sit across from him, pretend to tolerate him, for any extent of time wasn’t something he wanted to do. And then there was his father, who he was sure would try to make small talk at first, and after a few drinks start apologizing. Again. 

That was always a mess. 

And then his stepmom would start apologizing on behalf of his father, and Yoongi would say no, don’t be sorry. It’s fine. I’m fine. I understand. Even though he didn’t really. He had forgiven his father long ago, things were just never the same between them. But his stepmom wouldn’t believe him, would keep on saying sorry, and Taehyung would get mad at Yoongi for upsetting everyone. What Taehyung would never understand was that it wasn’t really Yoongi’s fault: he could never give his father the forgiveness he was looking for because he wasn’t the one his father was seeking it from.

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Newcomers Pt5

Pt5


“Please take them, they are trashing my ships!” Polt begged Admiral Ilom

“I have my own Humans here, I can’t handle more you deal with your own problems. Besides they liberated Remer why do you want to get rid of them?”

“Because they have a holiday every week or some kind of celebration and they keep changing the decorations, besides they eat EVERYTHING!!! Our own food supplies have dwindled and we have requested twice the normal food shipments but still they keep eating!!!”

“Well eat their food then, I’m sure they will share”

“Have you eaten their food?” Polt asked putting his winged arms on his hips, a stance he mimicked form the Humans.  

“…I see your point, but the answer is still no, you’ll just have to find a way of dealing with them” Ilom cut the link and Polt started pulling out his feathers in frustration but was distracted by a knock on the door.

There was a male Human in a small white dress and wearing a large horse mask standing there.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me lots of sweets to eat!!” he said holding a bag.

Polt stared at him and the bag in confusion and the Human sighed.

“Just give me some food or I egg your door”

Polt was horrified having come a race that lays eggs he quickly ran inside and grabbed some fruit from his bowl and put it in the bag.

“Fruit? Seriously, dick move” he said moving on and Polt saw that the entire corridor had been redecorated with odd symbols and all the Humans were walking around in strange attire. Normally he would scold them for not wearing their uniform but then he saw Clerk coming his way…or he thought it was.

He was wearing a large yellow wig and a short dress that glittered and his chest had two cone shapes pointing out.

“Captain Clerk?”

“No, I’m Madonna and I’m a virgin” he said with a straight face leaving Polt to just get back in his office and lock the door.



The planet Owep'nop was the capital of the Alliance and all their affairs, they were also technically the government of all the member races although they could not influence local matters of the different races. It was lead by a council that had one representative of each member race, the Human had no representative as they were the newest member and the others were still in two minds if they even wanted them there. The decision to allow them to act as soldiers was not a popular one but since their work on Remer some were seeing their potential.

Consul Jetya was an Elong and the elected leader of the Alliance was scrolling through the millions of reports he had to go through not really reading them, he often just handed them out among the council and let them do it while spent the day with his wife’s. His feathers had started to go black and fall out but his even though his body was ageing his mind had not started to go yet.

“Mr President!” his co Consul Kelp and also a Elong came ruining in clearly excited about something.

“If it’s another relief request add it to the list”

“No sir, Remer has been liberated”

Jetya shot him a look “What? That world was supposed to have been left to slow the Gal who ordered it be liberated?”

“Um….it was Admiral Polt’s fleet”

“Well , then the Benemar in his fleet are the be decorated for it, it’s not everyday we get a victory against the Gal”

“It wasn’t the Benemar sir”

“Huh?

“It was the Humans, Admiral Polt attacked the Gal upon the wishes of the Human soldiers under his command”

“Wait, the Humans asked to go into battle?”

“Yes and they won, the Benemar were on planet but had no significant impact on the battle” he said handing the Consul the pad.

Jetya read through it at the number so casualties.

“This can’t be right” Jetya said.

“I checked them, three times” Kelp replied showing he was dead serious.

“There were only a hundred thousands Human soldiers against millions of Gal and their casualty rate was less than 5%”

“And some of those were just injuries, they only suffered 2% fatal casualties”

Jetya stared at him “No, this can’t be right I refuse to believe this”

“Sir I can assure you, these reports are accurate and we are getting similar reports from the others fleets”

Jetya stared at him and did not blink as if his mind had simply shut down, it was a while before he spoke again.

“Get me all the information on Human anatomy you can find and anyone, not a Human who knows their inner workings to be here NOW!”

An hour later a Kelp returned with a Seran, a race of complete energy that existed as a sort of mist, their single solid part of their body was their huge eye that seemed to look in every direction at once.

“Consul this is…”

“My name is Aopdfjgokjfsdvnhklvsgnkuvnhaloikhjmgfuioafhpikshjsrlkjbnsjghwtre……but you can call me Tim”

“Tim?”

“It’s what the Humans call me and I have come to like it”

“Okay….Tim tell me all you know about these Humans and their bodies, their strength and their weaknesses”

A holographic display appeared  in the centre of the room of a Human male and female performing various actions and movements.

“They don’t look like much” Kelp said.

“Indeed, I have only met a Human a few times and the reports we have on their capabilities do not seem to show in their anatomy” Jetya said.

“You may think so but to underestimate them would be your downfall” Tim replied “Have you heard of Vewlop?”

“No” both replied.

“It is because they invaded the Humans homeworld some centuries ago, they were undergoing one of their migrations and believed the Human could not put up a fight, they were wrong and the Vewlop are now extinct”

“Is this why your race pushed us to make contact?”

“I cannot speak for the my kind as a whole”

“That’s not a no” Kep said.

“So go on tell me what these Humans are like”

“As you see their outer appearance shows no special features but they perfectly efficient, every part of their body has it’s purpose, they only need two arms and legs and eyes. Their sense of balance is second to none”

“Annnd?”

“It is what is inside where they are truly fascinating”

The holographic display showed the Humans organs and bones.

“They have twice the muscle mass than the Benemar who were considered the strongest physically in the Alliance, until now. They can heal any wound at an astonishing rate, their bones are thicker and their eyesight twice that of even your race”

Kelp and Jetya looked at one another.

“There is also their chemicals within their bodies, should a threat appear their blood vessels flood with this chemical call ‘adrenaline’ which gives them extra strength and stamina so much so they can go days without rest in battle. Their brain power works 43% faster than even my race, by the time many would have only just noticed a threat they have seen it, analysed it’s threat level and began taking action against it. Their own stomachs are filled with chemicals to break down food that we can’t even identify them, they keep melting our beakers”

“So what about their weaknesses?” Jetya asked.

Tim floated there and the others were terrified he was going to say they had none.

“Well, they do have some but not many, they are immune to nearly all of the viral infections that plague the other races and most known munitions would not guarantee a kill as they have been known to continue to fight even after loosing an arm or leg. A sure way to kill them is to destroy or decapitate the head”

“What is the breeding rate of these things” Kelp asked.

“Their females can fall pregnant once every nine of their months, sometimes they birth more than one at a time”

“How long is that in standard Alliance time?”

“0.52 of a cycle”

“No wonder there are so many of them, before we know it we are going to be overrun by these things!” Kelp shouted.

“We have to find a way to contain them, you said they don’t get along with the Benemar?” Jetya asked.

“That’s an understatement” Kelp replied.

“Contact the Benemar high Chiefs, I need to speak to them, I don;t want us to defeat the Gal only to replace them with something worse”


Back on Bento Prime, the drums of war were sounding as they began to muster their forces.

When You’re Not Looking

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Peter Parker x reader where they hate each other but Peter talks to her when he finds her crying one day? Maybe about her having depression? Thanks 💜)

Genre: Angst-ish
Warnings: Depression, Suicide kinda hinted at, Crying
A/N: I kind of drew ideas for this from my own experience with mental illness, so I hope it doesn’t offend anyone or come off as inappropriate.
A/N #2: Reader uses female pronouns and is a pyrokinetic

Originally posted by koenigreus

When Mr. Stark recruits a new teenager to the team, Peter doesn’t know how he feels about it. He thinks it’ll be cool having someone his age to work with, but then again, he was used to being Mr. Stark’s “star pupil”. What would happen now with someone new?

He was driving to the new Avengers building that he could never get used to with a random driver in the front. He was invited by Mr. Stark—more like forced, but he didn’t mind—to meet this new recruit. He was nervous but excited, not knowing what to expect. Mr. Stark didn’t give him much information, besides the fact that they were around his age. 

When they finally arrived, Peter got out of the car and breathed out a heavy breath of air. He was led inside by the driver because he still seemed to get so lost in the building, even after visiting multiple times. They arrived at a room he was familiar with, the training room. The driver opened the door for him and closed it behind him after Peter entered.

He was met with a strange sight. Tony stood on one end of the room in his Iron Man suit, and on the opposite end was a young-looking girl. She looked nice enough to Peter, a cold expression on her face that made her seem a bit intimidating. He was about to step onto the mat when her hands lit up in flames, and he gasped, stumbling back.

“Woah!” He yelled, backing up until he was almost pressed up against the door. 

The girl was you, and your eyebrows immediately furrowed when you heard a boy’s voice interrupt you as you were finally getting to where you wanted to be. Your head snapped to the right where Peter was standing, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Is this spider bite?” You asked, looking back at Tony to see him stepping out of the suit. 

“Why yes it is,” he said, a proud look on his face. Tony walked over to Peter, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Peter grinned nervously in response. On the inside, he was spitefully thinking, ‘Spider bite? Really?’

“Parker, this is (Y/N),” Tony said, motioning to you in front of him. You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, but he simply stared at it. That same hand had just been on fire a few minutes prior. He wasn’t going to be touching it anytime soon. After a few moments of silence and him not moving, you slowly retracted your hand and moved it behind your back. 

“Anyways,” Tony said, breaking the awkward silence. “(Y/N) is gonna start training with us here. She’s got a room now- your room, actually.”

Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony. “My room? Why my room?”

“You didn’t want it, remember?” He said, smirking lightly at Peter. You stared blankly as the two interacted.

“Yeah, but-” 

“No buts, Parker. It’s her room now. As you can see, she’s a pyrokinetic; she can form fire with her hands out of nothing, throw it around a little, all those fun things. She’s also trained in martial arts. I’m gonna need you to show her the ropes.”

“The ropes?” Both you and Peter asked simultaneously, but neither of you strayed your stares from Tony.

“Yes, the ropes. She’s gonna be going to your school, so-”

“My school?” Peter asked, bewildered. First his room, now his school? This seemed like too much for a recruit who had just arrived.

“Yes, Parker, your school. You feeling okay today? You seem to be asking a lot of questions- more than usual, and that’s saying something.”

Peter subtly pouted. Mr. Stark hadn’t been this condescending to him in a while. “You’re gonna have to show her around, show her how to be student by day and superhero by night. You know the gist.” Tony turned around towards the door, but Peter stopped him by speaking.

“How am I supposed to show her around if she’s living here?”

Tony looked at him as if he was stupid, and, if Peter was being honest, he hadn’t felt this unintelligent in a while. “There’re these things called cars, Parker. Look ‘em up,” he said, turning around and opening the door.

“Oh, and,” he added. You and Peter both looked at him expectantly. “A little fun fact,” he smiled wickedly. “She’s a few months younger than you. She’s officially bumped you out of the ‘youngest recruit’ spot,” and he turned around, swinging the door shut behind him.

Peter’s face dropped as the door slammed in his face. He was being replaced. He could feel it.

He didn’t take another look at you before opening the door and shutting it behind him himself.


“She’s completely replacing me, Ned! Mr. Stark totally did this on purpose,” Peter groaned to his best friend as they made their way through the crowded school hallways. They were walking towards the office where you were waiting for him to come “pick you up”, according to Tony’s words.

“Maybe he just wanted another person to train,” Ned shrugged, trying to reason with Peter.

“But it doesn’t make any sense! She gets my room-”

“It’s not your room if you don’t stay there.”

“And then my spot as the youngest recruit,” Peter continued on, ignoring Ned’s words. “And now my school! Like, she is just getting in the way of everything.”

They turned the corner to the office, and as Ned was about to respond, they heard a voice say,

“Hey, guys.”

Both their heads snapped towards where you stood in front of the office doors, and Peter’s eyes widened, knowing you had just heard his latest comment. The silence ensued until Ned took matters into his own hands and stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ned,” he said with a wide smile. You shook his hand and gave him a small smile, and you could see Peter staring blatantly as yours and Ned’s hands touched. When you let go, he let out a big breath.

“Let’s just go,” Peter muttered, turning around and expecting you to follow him. When Ned turned around to walk next to him, you followed behind the two of them, your smile immediately falling off of your face. “What’s your schedule?”

“Tony said it was the same as yours,” you replied and noticed Peter’s hands instantly form into fists. You looked away.

“Of course,” he said under his breath. You didn’t think you were supposed to hear him. You heard him. You followed them to their class and you were about to sit next to Peter until he pulled the chair away from you. “That’s Ned’s seat.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed with his blatant dislike of you. “Fine,” you smirked, moving to stand right next to Peter. You stood over him, and he looked up at you confusedly. You shoved him from the chair, and you were thankful the room was empty so you wouldn’t get in trouble on your first day of school. You laughed when he let out a yelp, and you sat down on the stool he previously sat on. He caught himself on his hands and stood up swiftly. 

“Get out of my seat,” he said, eyebrows furrowed and fists clenched.

“Hm, no,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow at him. 

Ned stood back, watching the whole interaction with wide eyes. He watched as Peter looked down at the ground angrily before moving to sit behind you, and he watched as you turned your head to face the desk, smirk wiped from your face and instead replaced with a solemn look and a bitten lip.


“Mr. Stark, c’mon, this is completely unreasonable,” Peter laughed nervously, darting his eyes between his mentor and the wall. He didn’t look anywhere near where you were seated across the room.

“It’s not unreasonable. (Y/N) needs to be out in a real-life situation where she can use her abilities and learn how to help them grow. Tonight is the night, Parker. Don’t let her leave your sight,” Tony responded, standing from his chair and readying himself to leave the room.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you said, looking at Tony expectantly as he looked back at you. Peter kept his gaze trained on the table.

“I know that. But Parker does,” Peter’s head snapped up to look at Tony, an angry expression on his face.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Come on, kid. You should be used to my jokes by now,” Tony said, one eyebrow raised on his forehead as he walked past Peter and clapped him on the shoulder. 

“I can’t do my job well if I have to be watching her instead of the bad guys,” Peter replied, and Tony looked at him blankly. You stayed silent.

“Learn how to multitask, then,” were Tony’s last words before leaving the room.

“You better not mess this up,” Peter finally looked at you for the first time that day, and you tilted your head at him.

“I wasn’t planning on it. You, on the other hand,” you paused, dramatically sighing and shaking your head before standing from your chair and walking to the door. “I can’t be so sure.”

And you walked out of the room, leaving Peter alone with his thoughts. As you walked down the hallways you had since gotten used to after sleepless nights spent memorizing them, your confident expression fell from your face. You let your shoulders sag and your head tilt closer to the floor so now one could see your face, covered by your hair.

You let out a shaky breath as you made your way to your bedroom, or, as it had now been ingrained into your head Peter’s bedroom. You needed a long nap; you didn’t think you ever wanted to wake up from it.


“Where have you been?” Peter yelled at you as soon as he saw your figure arrive on the rooftop he had texted you to meet at. He was clad in his Spiderman suit, and you were in your special fireproof suit that Tony had made for you.

“Sorry, I overslept,” you replied, not adding any wit. You were too tired for that. 

Overslept?” Peter yelped, throwing his arms out to gesture to the view around you. “The city is counting on us!”

You looked to where he motioned to, and you knew the landscape was beautiful. You just couldn’t seem to find the energy in yourself to appreciate it.

“Calm down, spider bite,” you muttered, walking up to the edge of the building and preparing to jump. Tony added a flying feature to the suit, and you had yet to try it out yet. You figured this was a good a time as any. “Let’s go,” you said, and you jumped. You heard him yell from above you, but you payed no mind to him as you ordered the artificial intelligence to release the wings. You began to float in seconds when you felt a large rush of air from behind you, and you laughed as you hooked your arms in the loops Tony left for you to guide yourself with. 

You flew back up to the rooftop shakily, setting yourself down on the ground, and you realized Peter is no longer there until a few seconds later when he swings in front of you.

“What are you doing?!” He shrieked, ripping his mask off of his face to stare wide-eyed at you. “You could’ve died.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t,” you shrugged and commanded the wings to retreat again. They disappeared instantly.

“You can’t just go risking your life like that! That’s not how this works!”

“Sounds a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” You said, raising your own mask form your face to stare back at him.

He remained silent.

“I can’t wait until I don’t have to babysit you anymore,” he muttered, sliding his mask back on. You did the same so he couldn’t see the hurt etched across your face.

“Ditto,” you forced out, turning away from him. “Let’s just get this night over with. i don’t want to spend more time in your company than I have to.”

You heard Peter scoff, but it echoed in the air as you jumped off of the building again. Your wings released and you began to float again, but you almost wondered what would have happened if the wings hadn’t released.


Peter noticed you were especially quiet today at school. You looked tired with bags under your eyes and your sluggish walking. Your hair was frizzy and you kept your eyes trained on the ground, not looking up even when Peter tried to bicker with you.

“Why are you so quiet today?” He finally asked after your third class together. He figured you still needed his guidance around the halls, and it was the only reason he was still walking with you. Really. That’s the only reason why, he insisted to himself. 

“Just tired,” you replied, voice so soft that Peter was sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear you without his enhanced hearing.

“Well, uh,” he stumbled over his words, not used to you giving in to him so easily. “You better get that sorted out. You can’t be like this when we go on missions.”

You simply nodded. “Got it,” you said, just as soft. You didn’t turn to look at him, keeping your eyes on the ground still.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, but he kept silent the rest of the way to the classroom.


It’d been three weeks, and you were still acting quiet. Peter would try to start fights with you, try to instigate you in any way, waiting for the (Y/N) he knew to bark back at him as much as he did to you. But it never happened.

You would act normal if Tony was around, but otherwise, you stayed silent. You only replied with words if it was necessary, mostly sticking to nods and shakes of your head. Even when you did speak, it was in short, soft phrases that left Peter waiting for more.

“I don’t know where she is, Mr. Stark! I’ve looked everywhere!” Peter now exclaimed over the phone as he ran through the Avengers building, not knowing where else to look for you. You seemed to have run away, and he didn’t know what to do. He called out for you, yelled your name into multiple rooms and hallways, but he wasn’t sure if you would have even responded if you heard him. So he looked through every small space and every big space, and he had practically searched the whole building.

And he still couldn’t find you.

Tony was not being any help. At all. “I’m telling you she’s still there. I would have known if she left. Just keep looking,” he replied calmly.

“I’m telling you I’ve looked everywhere,” Peter said, and he was sure this is the most forward he’s ever been with his mentor. But he didn’t care. At this point, he was getting aggravated.

“Did you try the roof?” 

The silence left in response answered Tony’s question. 

“Check the roof,” he said, and then hung up.

Peter groaned and sighed at the same time, making his way to the elevator to take him to the top floor of the building. He waited impatiently even though the ride up took mere seconds. The elevator doors opened to a staircase, and he followed them, finding a set of doors at the top. He rushed through them, shouting your name as he made his way onto the roof.

The sight in front of him made him freeze. You were curled into the corner, leaning back against the short concrete wall bordering the rooftop. Your head was buried into your hands, but Peter could make out sobs. You were shaking violently. Peter didn’t know what to do.

He slowly and quietly made his way towards you; you didn’t seem to notice he was there until he was only a foot away from you and said your name softly. Your head whipped upwards in shock. Peter’s eyebrows furrowed when he saw your face, swollen and red and tears running down your face.

“Please leave,” your voice cracked when you spoke, and you rested your head back onto your knees so he wouldn’t see your face any longer. “Please.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, sitting down next to you and leaning back against the wall. He put an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him for comfort. You may not have been his favorite person on Earth, but he knew what it felt like to be so low, to feel like you’d never dig your way out of the hole you’re stuck in. 

You continued to sob. Peter watched you and rubbed your back until your breathing sounded even again. It took a while, but he sat there patiently comforting you, not caring about how long it would take.

“Sorry,” you muttered, eyes still wet, but no longer feeling so overwhelmed by everything. You wiped at your nose and cheeks, hiding your face from Peter still as you kept it tucked into his chest. He continued to rub your back, and you were surprised he didn’t pull away immediately after you stopped sobbing. You weren’t sure you had ever witnessed him being this kind until now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he replied softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You chuckled bitterly, dropping your hands into your lap and staring absentmindedly. “That’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time,” Peter said, surprising you. 

So you told him your story. You rambled on and on about how your parents had abandoned you when they discovered your powers five years ago, how you felt like you didn’t belong anywhere, so you put up a cold front to keep people from getting close to you. But you never liked to fight. You never liked to be rude to people, you confessed to him, but it was an automatic defense mechanism that always made people think you were a bitch.

“You’re not a bitch,” he added in at this point. “At least, not really,” he joked, and when you laughed brightly and he could feel the vibration of it in his chest, he smiled in response.

You told him how you’d find yourself being sad more often than not, and not having the motivation to do anything. Because what was the point? 

And then Tony came into your life last year. He took you in, broke you out of your automatic habit of being rude to anyone who even looked your way, and he cared for you. That was the most important. 

He helped you control your powers and he taught you how you could use them for helping instead of destructing. But still, you were sad. You had no motivation. You just wanted to stay in bed all day and sleep, but when you tried to, sleep would never come. So you’d walk around by yourself. That was when you’d find the loneliness creep in.

But even if you were in a crowded room of people, you said to him, you would never feel more alone than at that moment.

It was silent for a few minutes after you had finished speaking. His arm was still around your shoulders and your head still rested on his chest. His chin was on top of your head, leaning against it. It was a nice moment. 

Peter found himself enjoying your presence, and you with his.

“I think,” he said, breaking the silence, but with a quiet voice. “Maybe Tony could get you some help. Or if you don’t want him knowing, then I can research some people. Maybe they can, I don’t know, make you feel better isn’t the right way of saying it. Help you?”

A warm feeling began to form in your chest. Maybe it was joy that someone other than Tony was showing you compassion, or the fact that it was Peter—the boy who had been so hostile to you these past few months that you had known him for; but to be fair, you weren’t so nice to him either.

“I’m just tired of being so sad all the time,” you whispered in response, worried that your voice would crack if you spoke any louder.

Peter stayed silent, rubbing your back again to comfort you some more, almost as though he could feel that you needed it. 

And as the two of you stayed on the roof the rest of the night, watching the sky fade into different colors as the sun set, with your head still resting on his chest, you knew you had made a new friend today in Peter Parker. 

And you were glad.

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Alright, I’m not really sure how I’m feeling about this one, so please let me know if you guys thought it was okay. Also, if you’d like to be added to a forever tag list, then let me know! Requests are open :)

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