of course we are gonna stop

anonymous asked:

No!! We love the way you draw Ollie and you don't have to stop because of other artists! Of course there are more artists out there with different art styles, but we follow you for yours! Please don't stop drawing Ollie

Oh I’m not gonna stop. I love the nerd too much and have too many au ideas with him lol I just feel like it sometimes

Unheard Confessions

Originally posted by juggie3


Anon request: Hello! I was hoping you could do a Jughead imagine where him and the reader are pre-relationship and the reader confesses their love almost every day but Jug is too caught up in his writing to notice? (Bonus if the other parts of the CoreFour are involved). Thanks!

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Description: Everyday (Y/N) confesses her feelings for Jughead but they’re never heard

Warnings: one swear word

Word count: 1,201

A/N: ahh everyone thank you so much for all the kind responses to my first imagine!! hope you enjoy!


We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s: him feverishly writing his story and me staring at him as smitten as can be.

“Jughead?” I asked, glancing at the raven-haired boy sitting across from me.

“Hmm?” he hummed, eyes remaining glued to the laptop screen.

“I just… I wanted to,” I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath in.  “I know we’ve been friends for a while and that’s great, I love being your friend, but sometimes I just think that… I don’t know, sometimes I want to be more.”  He remained quiet, so I continued, “And if you don’t feel the same that’s okay, I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.”  I let out a big sigh and looked up at Jughead.  He was still staring at his laptop.  “Jughead!” I exclaimed, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?” he asked. My eyes widened.

“Did you not hear anything I just said?” I inquired.  Jughead’s eyebrows rose and he bit his lip, breaking eye contact with me.

“I’m sorry, I was just really invested in my story,” he apologized.  I sighed and shrugged, standing up.

“It’s fine, Jug, it wasn’t anything important,” I assured him, grabbing my bag.  “I’m gonna head home, I have to work on my homework.” He nodded and waved as I turned around and exited Pop’s.  “Oh god,” I muttered under my breath as I walked home, rubbing my temples.


Two days later, I found myself in the same position: Jughead furiously typing and me preparing to confess my feelings.

“Jughead, I need to talk to you,” I said, more demandingly than last time.  Jughead looked up from his laptop and nodded.

“Go ahead,” he said, then looked back down at his screen.

“I-” Before I could start, Betty approached our table.

“Hey guys!” she greeted.  I smiled, whereas Jughead kept his head down.  “Could I sit here with you guys?”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I replied, scooching over so she could sit next to me.  She smiled gratefully as she slid into the booth.

“Thanks, (Y/N).  So what were you guys talking about before I interrupted?”  I bit my lip.  Betty knew about my big crush on Jughead, all of our friends knew.  I glanced at her and she nodded, understanding what I was trying to do.  “Do you want me to leave?” she whispered.  I shook my head.

“No, no, you can stay. Please, actually, I need the moral support.”  She nodded and sat back in the booth.  I sucked in a deep breath and started over, “So, Jughead, as I was trying to say before, we’ve been friends for so long.  But I like you.  I’ve liked you for a while, and I even tried to tell you a few days ago but you didn’t hear me.  I just needed to tell you, and if you don’t feel the same that’s fine.  Just, please, I want to at least stay friends with you no matter what.”  Betty looked at me with a proud smile, subtly sending me a thumbs up.  Smiling back at her, I turned to face Jughead.

“Jughead?” Betty asked, glancing between me and him.  “Did you just hear what (Y/N) said?”

“Huh?” Jughead breathed, looking between me and Betty.  “Betty, when’d you join us?”  Betty and I exchanged a shocked glance, our eyes wide and mouths agape.  “What?”

“I’ve been here for five minutes,” Betty said, her voice sharp.  “Did you not hear anything (Y/N) or I said?”

“Oh,” Jughead sighed. “I did it again.  I’m sorry, (Y/N).  What were you trying to say?”

Betty started, “She was trying to tell you that she-”

“Has cheerleading practice tomorrow,” I interrupted Betty.  “I have cheerleading practice tomorrow, and it’s gonna go pretty late, so I can’t meet you here tomorrow.”  Betty cast me a disapproving glare, but softened when I looked at her sadly. Jughead, although usually clever and observant, did not notice this exchange.

“Okay,” he said, “that’s fine.  You’ll still meet me here on Saturday though, right?”  I bit my lip, contemplating making up an excuse.  Quickly, I looked to Betty for approval.  She subtly nodded.

“Yeah of course,” I agreed cheerily.  “Saturday.” Jughead smiled and nodded.  I stood up and Betty followed suit, and we both exited the diner.  Once we got outside, Betty stopped and turned to look at me.

“What was that?” she whisper-yelled.  

“I don’t know,” I groaned. “It happened on Tuesday, too.  He never seems to hear me.”

“But you’re gonna try again, though,” she said.  “Right?”

“I- I don’t know,” I sighed, and began walking.  Betty followed suit.  “I guess I’ll try again, but I don’t know, maybe it’s not meant to be.”

“Not meant to be?” Betty repeated.  “(Y/N), you and Jughead are, as Kevin likes to say, endgame!”  I laughed at the terminology and shrugged, unable to think of a reply.  “Please try, at least one more time.”

I assured her, “I’ll try.”


Two weeks later, I stood at my locker with Veronica and Betty.  Angrily, I slammed my locker closed and then leaned up against it.

“It’s pointless!” I groaned, lightly banging my head against the locker.  “For two weeks I’ve tried, two whole weeks!  Every day, I go into Pop’s and tell myself, ‘This is the day.’ Then I sit with him, build up the courage, and I tell him.  And every day, he doesn’t hear me.  Every fucking day!”  Veronica and Betty both shook their heads.

“I can’t believe him,” Veronica seethed.  “That’s ridiculous, he has to have heard you at least once.  He’s not deaf.”  Betty nodded in agreement.

“Just try talking to him without his laptop,” Betty suggested.  “Make sure that he has no distractions, just you and him.”  

“Thank you,” I smiled. “I’ll definitely do that tonight at Pop’s.”

“Why do it tonight,” Veronica drawled, looking past me, “when you can do it now?”  I turned around to see Jughead down the hallway.

“Oh no,” I whined.  “Not now, not here.”

Ignoring my objections, Veronica called out, “Jughead!”  He looked at us and nodded, walking over to where we stood.

“Hey,” he greeted, leaning against the lockers next to me.

“Hi,” I smiled, twiddling with my fingers.  Betty and Veronica exchanged smirks and edged away from us, still remaining within earshot. “Listen, I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while and-”

“I know,” Jughead interrupted me.  “And I never hear you.  I know, I’m sorry.”  I nodded, licking my lips.

“Yeah, it’s okay, I just feel like I should tell you now, while I know I have your attention.” Jughead laughed lightly.  “I… I like you, Jughead.  More than friends.”  Jughead’s eyes widened and I stopped.  Every time he remained quiet at Pop’s I kept going, but now I stopped, not knowing how to continue.

“You like me?” he asked. “And you’ve been trying to tell me for two weeks?”

“Yeah,” I nodded.  He rubbed his face.

“Jesus,” he sighed.  “I’m an ass.”

“No, you’re not,” I told him.  “I just- if you don’t feel the same way it’s fine, but please don’t let this ruin our friendship.  I couldn’t live with myself if-”

“(Y/N),” he interrupted again, “I like you, too.”

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

Sleeping Beauty (Avengers Cast x Reader Drabble)

You didn’t know that the Avengers cast can also be called sneaky paparazzis. Also you love sleeping. Who doesn’t, right?

Word count: 779

Author: @chrixa

“Hi, uh, I’m Sarah and I want to ask is it true that Y/N can sleep everywhere?” A chorus of laughter followed her question. 

“That is indeed true,” you smile at her as you nodded. 

“Oh she can sleep literally any time as well,” Chris adds as another wave of laughter filled the convention hall. 

“The Russos would just call like a 5 minute break and when you look at her she’s already asleep in someone’s lap or shoulder,” Sebastian said.

“Are we really talking about this?” You shake your head at the cast’s excitement. 

“Her favorite spot is Sexy Seabass’ lap,” Anthony smirked at your direction as the crowd cheered. 

“Hey there’s no denying that those thighs are the comfiest pillows out there,” you challenged Mackie with your smirk as well. 

“Really, Y/N? You chose Sebastian over me?” Evans asked you with a fake pout. Sebastian was just shaking his head in his chair. He faced this bickering between the three of you everyday when you were on set. Even sometimes he’d join in, when you guys weren’t bickering over him. 

“Stop whining you big baby,” Scarlett lightly slapped his bicep. 

“There’s one thing she doesn’t know though,” Sebastian said and giving you his famous one-sided smirk. You know something’s ‘bout to go down. 

“Sorry, Y/N, I really did try to stop them,” Mark apologized to you from the other end of the table. 

“What?” You ask, dumbfounded while mentally preparing yourself of what’s gonna happen in approximately three seconds. 

“We all have a picture of you sleeping, sweetheart,” Robert answered while sipping a drink from his glass. Of course they do. 

“You do not." 

"Yes we do,” Evans smiled wickedly. “We even made it into like some sort of competition of who gets the most pictures of you sleeping.” 

“You guys are evil.”

“As if you didn’t know,” Robert’s voice made everyone laugh again. 

“I have one of you sleeping on Evans’ shoulder while he plays with his phone,” Lizzie said. 

“I have a selfie with you sleeping. Look your mouth’s open,” Mackie showed the crowd the picture. 

“Can we go to the next question please?” You cover your face with your hands. They are always either a) embarrassing you or b) babysit you, there’s no in between. 

“But this is the winning number,” Evans said while showing the crowd a picture of you sleeping, obviously, on a couch, on a sleeping Sebastian Stan, still in full make up and costume. Your head was on his lap with your mouth slightly open and his ‘metal’ hand was on your stomach. Evans slides the picture to the right and there you were still in the same position while the rest of the cast was behind you and Sebastian making silly faces. Lizzie even put up a heart sign with her hands. 

You looked over at Sebastian and as you correctly predicted, his face was as red as a tomato. He was shaking his head while his shoulders shake with laughter and covering his face with his hands. “Okay next question please guys,” he said while still laughing. 

“How many pictures of Y/N sleeping do you guys have?” The moderator asked. He’s getting into it too? Seriously? 

You glanced at the table and saw that they were all scrolling through their gallery. “Seriously guys?” 

“Are you guys done counting?” The moderator, Josh, you think, asked and the audience cheered, eager to find out who won the ‘competition’. “Okay hold up your hands on 3. 1, 2, 3!” 

You saw that Robert held up a 3, Mark held up 1 (bless him), Evans held up 7 (seven?!), Sebastian held up 4, Mackie had 5 of them, Lizzie had 2 and finally Scarlett had 4. 

“Yes!” Chris pumped his fist in the air while the audience cheered another wave of excitement. 

“Chris, dear, if you want to take a picture with me all you have to do is ask. No need to be my biggest paparazzi.” 

“You know what, Y/N? I’m gonna post these pictures on Twitter.” 

“And you’ll have to buy me coffee everyday on our next movie.”

“Deal.”

“And ice cream.”

“Fine.”

“And donuts.”

“Do you want a whole restaurant as well?” 

“Okay next question!” Josh finally said. What took him so long?

You Understand Right? (Part 4): Broken Promises

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 989+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter! 

A/N: This is a pretty short chapter, but I wanted to split this chapter, and the next chapter up. Also, this is part of @kas-not-cas 2.5K Writing Challenge! Honestly, whenever I do challenges, I prefer writing a separate fic that’s not a part of a series, but it just went to so well with this chapter that I couldn’t help myself! I know I got your permission to use the Prompt in a series, but if you want me to write another oneshot separate, I can totes do that! 

Prompt: “I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”

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“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted lowly as not to scare her. 

Her gaze was stuck to the ground, her body not moving an inch.

“We’re not going to hurt you. Do you remember us?” Sam questioned kindly, bending his knees to meet her eyes.

She nodded slowly, looking unsure of her surroundings. 

“You’re not in hell anymore,” Sam said comfortingly. “You’re safe with us.”

Y/N looked around the motel room, and finally opened her mouth. “Wh- What’s the date?” she croaked.

“It’s June 19th, 2015,” Sam answered.

The girl looked accepting of the fact that it has been nine years since her death. 

“Here,” Sam quickly said, grabbing a water bottle from the table, and handing it to her. “You must be hungry. Dean, and I were just about to head back to the bunker.”

“The bunker?” Y/N asked with her head tilted to the side.

“Yea!” Sam’s face lit up as he continued talking about their new found residence. He chattered away about the bunker for a few minutes until Dean interrupted him.

“Let’s get you some food before we leave.” There wasn’t any trace of emotions in his voice, his face as stoic as ever.

Y/N looked down at her bloody clothes, and before she could say anything, Dean had already gone through his bag, pulling a pair of shirt, flannel, and sweatpants for her to wear.

“Get changed, and then we’ll head out,” Dean instructed.

As she was in the bathroom, the two brothers turned to each other.

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CAN I PLEASE JUST HAVE SOME BATFAM THINGS THAT INCLUDE KATE KANE AND TERRY MCGINNIS PLEASE

Like honestly I’ve been reading a lot of batfam fics recently and I always get sad when Kate Kane and Terry aren’t in them. BB was my fave series and I just!!

I want a fic where the Justice League (or Young Justice, maybe all of them together) decide to have a cookout because they’re fun and everyone deserves a break once in a while

They meet Batman’s family, and are like “Bruce when did you have time to adopt so many kids” because like

Dick is casually walking on his hands and Jason is slowly getting more annoyed that he can’t stay up as long as Dick can, and Damian and Tim are just at each other’s throats because “for the last time Damian, I am not going to send Aquaman into the Phantom Zone because 1) I physically cannot do that and 2) just because he talks to fish doesn’t make him the harbinger of the apocalypse”

Steph and Barbara are casually filming the entire thing and Alfred just makes sure nothing gets broken

And Duke and Harper have fun pranking everyone and Cassandra makes sure everyone is having fun in that eerily quiet way of hers (”Bruce Cassandra just smashed a hotdog onto my plate” “Just eat it Diana” “Bruce i’m vegetarian” “Well that’s your own fault indulge my daughter”)

Kate Kane is there an totally strikes up a conversation with Wonder Woman and she’s just the Cool Wine Aunt who tries to help Jason pick up girls and generally helping her nieces and nephews with pranks (”Kate I thought I said you could not give Damian a grappling hook for his birthday” “Why not? He loves it!” “Because he used it to swipe food off the dinner table and Jason convinced Dick that he could use it to reenact Sia’s Chandelier” “Ooh I wish I could have seen that” “I got him to do Wrecking Ball and the chandelier fell wanna see the video?” “Not helping, Jason.”)

And the Young Justice team thinks it’s so cool that Dick and Tim have all these siblings who fight crime too and try to rope them into joining until Jason is just like “Listen I died last time we went on patrol” “Jason you ripped your pants on a fence trying to one-up Damian in parkour skills” “Shut up Dick I’ll replace you with BatCow on the next patrol”

And suddenly the pictures are being passed around and everyone is cooing over how cute Damian was or puzzled over why there’s a selfie of Stephanie and Tim when Dick is in the background trying to keep a set of curtains from completely catching fire and yelling at Jason, until suddenly, they come to a photo of Batman Beyond

Green Arrow asks who it is and Batman answers with the most serious face:

“That’s my half-clone and biological son Terry. He pops in from the future from time to time.”

And then they actually get the chance to meet Terry somehow and everyone is baffled because they all thought Damian was the only biological kid Bruce had, but here’s Terry just lounging in the living room wearing his Beyond suit and complaining about the Bachelor while eating ice cream straight out of the carton because “This is entertainment?? Come on, we all know Vanessa can do better than Sean, he’s not even cute!” and just generally being confused about this timeline and saying how everything is “So Schway” and of course the brothers retaliate with “Oh my god, Terry stop trying to make schway happen, it’s not gonna happen”

It’s all just a chaotic confusing mess and Wally couldn’t be happier because he thought his family was a mess, what with all the time paradoxes and time traveling and just being very bad at not running into your other family member with super speed

anonymous asked:

ok but a sad add on to ur tags on that post abt neil during movies: neil commenting on the realism (unrealism??) of the films they watch becomes p common, everyone just expects it/gets progressively less horrified, until one movie they watch a guy be brought back after his heart stops and nicky (of course) is talking abt how he wants to know what that would be like, what you would see etc and neil snorts and goes "it's not like that, u don't remember shit" and all the foxes just kind of. freeze

dude… dude im gonna steal this for a fic

that’s so perfectly fucked like obvs they understand loss and shitty situations but it all becomes a sort of nod and move on yep neil had it rough as do we all kind of thing

but sometimes it gets really heavy. things break. and it’s always when they’re like walking to get ice cream and neil sees a guy and says, mildly, that he can tell that he’s a hitman, or when some new young fox mentions their fake ID and neil produces a box of wildly better counterfeits or some movie villain has a tragic backstory and neil’s like hmmm 4/10 tragic shitty motive, next

it’s easy to forget that neil has been smashed to pieces because he’s so good at demanding your attention and ripping YOU apart that you forget the scars

but that’s the perfect little jarring moment where nicky’s like huh i wonder if god yanks your spirit around when you die and Neil’s like ‘obviously nothing happens when you die, nicky’ like it’s common knowledge

and renee starts frowning and andrew starts clenching and neil tells the story of his momentary death with like a handful of popcorn and the kind of blasé attitude that makes it seem like he wouldn’t have minded staying dead so much

Frozen Water Vapor (M)

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Summary: The first snowfall of winter. The flurries comfort you in the midst of heartache. You love Chanyeol and Baekhyun, but they’re so happy in their newfound relationship. Baekhyun is so happy with Chanyeol, but he misses your touch on his skin. You would never think of getting in the middle of them, not two of your closest friends. Baekhyun thinks otherwise. (Baekhyun x Reader x Chanyeol)

Warnings:
Polyamory, Rough Sex, Cheating

Word Count: 2,427

Written by: Smutty Jaefairy

A/N: This is a personal fantsy of mines that I formatted into a reader story. I’m such a wet noodle for Baekhyun, I’m sorry I’m like this.

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Famous In Love || Part 1

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

 Warnings: (Wrap it up guys), Teen Pregnancy, sad, fluff, angst, leaving, giving birth.

 Word Count: 1,853

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader.

 A/N: First chapter may not be that interesting. Hope you like it. : ) Wanna be tagged just let me know.

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Falling in Love. 

Many people have a different aspects to it. To you it felt like you were living a dream. A dream where you loved him and he loved you. A dream that made you want to believe you would be together for a long time. Yet somehow that dream brought out the real reality of your living fantasy.

Tom Holland the love of your life or was the love of your life, so it seemed. We were both 17 at the time. You had just graduated from high school getting a full scholar ride to the best college. 

You knew what you set your goal for.

You knew where your priorities stood.

You had everything you hoped for.

The greatest friends.

The most loving and supporting mother any one could ask for. An amazing offer for school, but why did none of that matter that night. The night where you could let go, stop worrying about the future, get drunk wasted for crying out loud! For Tom he was setting out to pursue a career, one that would take him far in life, a successful life, a career in acting. Now you may be thinking how someone like yourself wounded up with him. Well Tom and yours meeting was as abnormal as it could be, it was kind of like your typical, “his friend were friends with your friends so we should meet up, go out for a while, maybe hit a club or something. You both got to know each other throughout a years time. And throughout that time a spark ignited. That’s right you Y/N L/N got roped into the love train with Mr. Tom Holland himself. He clearly reciprocated the same feelings you had for him. 

Your relationship started slow. You’d go out on dates. Introduce each other to each other’s parents. Go out with our friends. Do stupid things…Everything was great, so where did it go wrong?

Tom and his best friend Harrison suggested one night that you should go out for drinks, although do to some of you not being fully at age yet, you had to go with plan B. Throw a stupid party. Your friend Y/F/N and you still lived with your parents so you still had to ask permission to attend said party. There wasn’t many people you knew only a short amount like Tom, Harrison and a few other of your friends.

It seemed great at the time, but as soon as more people started arriving and more booze was being consumed, it was a recipe for disaster. Of course back home where Tom was from drinking didn’t seem that big of a deal, since he was already 18, but here in the U.S he’d have to wait three more years. You four.

You were starting to regret the whole party. You weren’t one to be in the heard of craziness. The music was too loud. Your head was pounding, and there was too many people for your liking.

Tom noticed your discomfort and suggested you two go upstairs away from all the chaos. You held in his as he lead the way.  You passed by people who were way to close for liking, couples practically sucking their faces off, and just passed out drunk on the carpet. 

You both ascended up the stairs and entered the bedroom. “That’s better” You sighed sitting on the bed. Tom closed the door behind him taking a sip of his beer and repeating your actions. 

“Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to throw a party” He frowned.

“Ya think!” You exclaimed.

“I thought today would be fun” You averted your gaze to your lap

“It still can be” He gently lifted your chin to look at him.

“How?”

He didn’t give you an answer. He gently brushed your lips climbing his way on top of you. The love you had was coming out with a passionate kiss.

“You sure?” His faced showed concerned.

“Yeah” You assured him.

He connected your lips again before begging his task. The night was filled with we shouldn'ts, but were replace by “Don’t stop” or “That feels nice”. It felt like an endless pleasurable evening. You and Tom couldn’t comprehend properly due to the alcohol, yet it was the best thing you had done. It was a night filled with no regrets or any we might’ve made a mistake. No. It was a lovable moment. If anything that night had brought you closer. So you thought.

The passing weeks were enjoyable. You expressed your love you had for each other. Nothing could have ruined what you had, well not until Tom got a certain phone call.

“What do you mean your leaving?” You were slowly shedding tear after tear.

“I just got offered an incredible job Y/N!” He was so thrilled that he had gotten the part for the movie he audition for.

“Aren’t you happy for me?” His expression saddened.

“Of course I am…I-I just, what’s going to happen to us?” You whispered.

“I-I don’t know? But we’ll work it out like we always do.” He shook is head.

“You know how long distance relationships turn out Tom” You looked down at your feet.

He gently lifted your chin with his hand. “That shouldn’t stop of us though” He smiled reassuringly. 

“I’m gonna miss you” You cried into his shoulder.

“Me too”.

Tom leaving was hard on you, but not as much as the lessened phone calls and texting messages. Your departure was sort of an unexpected thing. A break up was never brought up, but you knew where your relationship stood. It was broken up relationship whether you wanted it to be or not. You felt an ache in your heart. Tom had been your first love, and your first heartbreak. He was your love and you were his.

A couple weeks had past and you were trying to get your life together again. You were going to go to college and get your degree in (Subject). But what you got instead was morning sickness, and a missed period. You didn’t want to assume the worst of the situation, but when your period never showed you were growing nervous by the second. You also didn’t want to tell your mom, god knows what’d she do if she found out you were going to have baby. You were still a baby. Bringing a child into this life was not what you needed right now. Not alone. You were so scared, you didn’t know what to do. You needed your mom.

“Mom can I talk to you?” You slowly approached her.

“Sure sweetie what is it?” She was cooking up something for dinner in the kitchen.

“I just want you to know I never intended for this to happen” You nodded at her. She turned around having her full attention now.

“Okay now you worrying me. What’s going on?” She looked at you curiously.

You hesitated. It was now or never, you thought. 

“I’m pregnant…” Your eyes started watering.

Your mom didn’t say anything. She just looked at you in shock. Her silence was something you didn’t need.

“Mom? Please say something!” You cried out. 

She still said nothing.

“I so sorry mom! I disappointed you!” You continued crying. As if it clicked in, your mother walked up to you embracing you in her arms. You cried against her shirt.

“You are not a disappointment!” She exclaimed gazing down at your figure. She wiped your tear stained eyes away.

“But I got pregnant at a young age” You whispered.

“Sweetie getting pregnant isn’t even that horrible of a thing, but it can be difficult at some points in life, besides you aren’t alone in this situation” She assured you. 

You had thought about Tom that moment. He was gone and here you were carrying his unborn child. You cautiously placed a hand on your stomach. You were going to bring a life into this world. 

“You are not a disappointment Y/N, and you aren’t alone in this” She gripped your hand in hers.

Throughout those everlasting nine months you took in your mothers words. You weren’t alone in this. You had her right by your side every step of the way. Tom had left you behind, while he went on to take on his career. You were probably long forgotten by him. Your mother told you that you didn’t need him to care for your child. Your mother had done it by herself, and so could you, but with her helping and guiding you. Something her mother never gave her, your mother gave back to you much more in many ways. You couldn’t thank her enough. 

The day had arrived. You didn’t know what to expect, but boy did your contractions hurt like a b**ch. Your mom had probably broken so many rules to get you to the hospital quickly. You were wheeled off to a room to prepare to give birth. The wait seemed to drag on. Nurses were going in and out of room trying to get a hold the doctor. Your mom was right beside you holding your hand to try and calm you down. If it weren’t for the doctor you would have broken your moms hand by how tightly you held it.

The doctor finally said those six words you had been dying to hear.

“Y/N I need you to push!”

You pushed with all the energy you had.

“You’re doing great, just one more push!”

“I-I can’t do it!” You cried out.

“Five minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness” Your mother whispered to you caressing your hair back. You looked at her.

“Just one final push!” The doctor said.

You groaned out giving the push your all. Once you pushed you heard the sound of your baby’s cry. You sighed in relief but also because you gave birth to a new life.

“It’s a girl” The nursed informed you.

“Can I-I hold her?” You shed a tear.

“Absolutely” She carefully placed her in your arms.

“Cradle the head” You mother told you smiling down at her precious granddaughter.

“She’s perfect” You softly caressed your finger on the side of her face.

“What are you going to name her?” The nurse held up a clipboard.

You looked down at her little face. You never knew how delicate and small something so precious could be.

She opened her eyes and you couldn’t comprehend words properly, you could only gaze at her with so much love. She had his eyes. His dark brown eyes.

“Alinine Primlet Y/L/N” You smiled at her.

“You must’ve thought about this for a while”

“I did”.

“Welcome to the world Alinine” You pressed a kissed to her forehead. She seemed to react to it because she smiled.

Little did you know you’re whole life would be changed by one special little girl.

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hello yes I would like to take a moment to talk to you about my favorite LazyTown episode

it is Sportacus Who? because my god, this episode has everything

to wit:

-the whole opening segment where Mr. Amazing Superhero Gymnast Elf straight-up faceplants into the door of his own airship

-the ridiculous lengths he goes to to get his letter back because he forgot to sign it and my goodness, there might be some confusion, I mean there are so many people who would send a letter by paper airplane carried on a bowling ball. oh no wait. there’s just one. 

-Pixel apparently asked Sportacus to remind him to back up his computer. Pixel you invent devices that warp reality on a regular basis I’m pretty sure you could rig up a a reminder app for your wrist thing.

-Pixel somehow screws up a routine data backup so badly his computer starts smoking. what were you doing

-Sportacus unplugging all the cords to the computer in the most hilariously unsafe way. dude. stop. you’re gonna electrocute yourself. 

-on that note Pixel really needs to get a surge protector or something, geez. it’s kind of amazing he hasn’t burned his house down already. 

-Robbie just happens to have a memory-wiping machine. We don’t see him building it or ordering it or anything. He just has one. Why? We will never know. 

-Robbie’s plan to get Sportacus to go through the machine is to set up a bunch of hurdles leading to it because he knows Sportacus will automatically jump over them and it frikkin works BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOES

-the little spark that runs over Sportacus’s hat after he gets out of the machine

-memory-wiped Sportacus is somehow even more adorkable than regular Sportacus, how is that possible, that should not be allowed

-Robbie has his arch-nemesis memory-wiped and believing Robbie is his best friend, meaning Robbie could make him believe anything he wanted, and his immediate response to possessing this incredible power is to make Sportacus serve ice cream

-Stephanie and Ziggy’s brief but surprisingly existential discussion about memory loss

-Sportacus wearing the ice cream hat on top of his regular hat

-Sportacus serving ice cream just as ridiculously as he does everything else

-the dashing ice cream save

-even when memory-wiped Sportacus just instinctively does push-ups

-Robbie can’t get Sportacus to stay still for even two seconds

-Sportacus in the dance number being so confused but so cheerful and eager to please

-the whole Marx Brothers-esque bit with Robbie trying to tell Sportacus the insult 

-Sportacus can produce a pencil from nowhere 

-Robbie apparently can’t spell the words ‘blue elf’

-also just the fact that the worst insult Robbie can think of is ‘blue elf’, which is quite possibly a literal descriptor 

-Sportacus is so excited that he owns an airship 

-Robbie makes Sportacus go sit in his airship and knit 

-Sportacus knows how to knit in the first place

-Robbie gave Sportacus Sportacus-appropriate colors of yarn 

-Pixel somehow restores his computer despite it having been melted earlier, that is pretty dang impressive man

-Robbie’s kid trap that also works perfectly 

-honestly Robbie almost won in this episode, if he had just used a cannonball instead of himself he would have had it in the bag

-Sportacus knitting a giant Doctor Who scarf and then jumping out of the airship with it, but not before attaching it to anything so I’m not sure why that works

-Sportacus trolling the kids and Robbie and not even doing anything to help Robbie get out of the tree, he just gives him a scarf to land on

-”I think you should wear a helmet all the time”

-Sportacus tells Robbie they can still be friends 

-”with friends like you, who needs friends?”

-the kids accomplish nothing in this episode. nothing. the entire b-plot with Pixel’s computer leads up to absolutely nothing at all. 

-this episode has like, no message about healthy behavior at all. As far as I can tell the closest thing to a moral here is “always back up your files”. which, tbf, is a pretty good moral. 

-seriously I think this episode was the point when I realized I unironically loved this show. it is a true work of art. well done. 

Broken - Part 2

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

Part 1


“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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Something New- Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by spiderholland

Prompt: Can you do something where peter is failing English and thinks that the teacher will get Ned to Tudor him but instead get the reader she is sort of the cool but nice girl and his crush. And is surprised that she is so smart because she’s popular and not bullied. Then they end up dating or something

Word Count: 1,135

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also sorry for the wait, been a hell of a lot busier than I imagined. 

Peter watched the clock with a burning intensity, willing the second hand to make its rotations faster. Exhaustion had taken over him, his nightly activities preventing him from being the perfect student and even more so, the functioning human being he could be. He counted the minutes that went by. One. Two. Three. The bell would ring any second now. He wouldn’t have to listen to his monotonous teacher examine the over-arching theme of death in Dickinson’s poems. He would leave. He would swing through the city, narrowly missing the sides of New York’s plentiful skyscrapers, for the thrill of it. He would be the person he never could be within these four walls.

But as luck would have it, Mr. Fillmore had other plans. “Parker, I’ll need to see you after class.” Then the bell. Then the scraping of chairs, and the shuffling of feet and a chorus of voices. Peter sighed, before shoving his belongings into his book bag before unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the front of the low lit classroom.

He stood before his teacher, knowing full well he didn’t have to say a word. “Peter, I’m sure you’re well aware of this, but you’re a few C’s away from failing this class. I’m not sure what is going on with you, nor will I claim to understand whatever it is. But you’re skipping class, submitting sloppy papers. I know you have more potential, at least that’s what your performance in your other classes tells me. Is there something you want to tell me Peter? Or perhaps a counselor?”

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Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO


Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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He's a Dick (Jeff Atkins x Fem!Reader)

A/N: The idea for this one is that Jeff is the readers best friend and she broke up with her shit boyfriend Marcus and when she called Jeff for help he was too busy focusing on other stuff that the reader felt like he stopped caring. Then it ends with sugary sweet fluff and kisses and junk.

You walked around Sheri’s party, red cup in hand looking for your boyfriend Marcus. Huge parties weren’t usually your thing, but you got dragged along by not only him but all of your other friends. Hannah was too busy with Clay, Sheri was busy hosting, Jessica was getting her face sucked off by Justin, and Zach and Marcus were nowhere to be seen.

You walked outside and saw Jeff playing beer pong with Monty. You walked up next to him and stood by his side. He looked down and gave a soft smile before returning to his game.

“Hey, have you seen Marcus around?” You asked. He shook his head no, never turning to look at you. You watched as he aimed before shooting and landing the ball in the middle cup.

“This game is stupid.” You said with a chuckle. Jeff absentmindedly nodded and picked up another ball.

“Almost as stupid as you.” You said with a small smirk, attempting to gain his attention once again.

“Yeah, that’s great, Y/N. I’m a little busy right now.” He said. You looked down sadly and nodded before walking off to find Marcus. You weren’t having any fun and you were ready to go home. You pushed past the sweaty bodies and asked around, but nobody had seen him.

You finished looking downstairs and made your way upstairs. You opened door after door before coming to one at the end of the hallway. You heard moaning coming from inside and you were about to walk away until you heard a familiar voice.

You leaned against the door and heard his voice once again. You pushed open the door and your hand instantly flew to your mouth. He scrambled off the bed holding the blanket against him and began stammering out lame excuses. You looked at the girl and noticed she was one of the cheerleaders. Jenny Kyle.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Marcus?!” You shouted angrily.

“Y/N, b-babe. I swear this, this meant nothing! S-she means nothing! This was an accident!” Marcus stammered out, stepping towards you. You backed away, tears pricking at your eyes and shook your head. He kept coming closer and when he got near you, you pushed him back at full force. He stumbled onto the floor and you leaned down to be in his face.

“We. Are. Finished.” You seethed before turning and storming down the stairs. You didn’t even try to cover your tears as they freely flowed down your cheeks. People stared as you walked past, but you didn’t care. You ran outside to find Jeff and saw him standing at the same table with another ball in his hand. You walked up to him and grabbed his arm pulling it down so you could whisper in his ear.

“Please take me home, Jeff.” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from cracking. Jeff groaned quietly and pulled his arm from your grasp.

“Can’t you get Marcus or Clay to do it? Jeez, Y/N, I’m trying to play.” He said in an annoyed voice. You scoffed and stormed away from him, not believing what he had said. You managed to find Tony in the crowd and convinced him to take you home. Thankfully, he knew you weren’t in the mood to answer any questions, so he didn’t even ask. He drove you home in silence and spent the night with you as you cried into his chest.

~

You woke up with your eyes puffy from crying, and Tony’s arm wrapped around yours. You shook him and his eyes slowly peeled open before meeting yours. He sighed as he saw your reddened cheeks.

“Hey, you gonna be alright? We don’t have to go. I can take you to Rosie’s and we can just skip a day.” He said as you climbed out of bed, before walking to your closet to find the comfiest outfit for the day.

“No thanks, T. I appreciate it though.” You said softly, your voice still scratchy from crying. He nodded and gave a sympathetic smile before standing and wrapping his arms around you, tightly pulling him into his chest.

“You’re gonna be alright, kid. I’ve got your back.” He said, placing a kiss on the top of your head. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him as well, trying to refrain from crying again, but of course a few tears escaped. Tony felt you shaking and pulled away before wiping your tears.

“Don’t cry. He isn’t worth your tears.” He said. You took in a deep breath and gave him a sad smile. He returned a small one before patting your shoulder and walking towards your door.

“I’ll be downstairs. I’ll drive you today, and we can stop for breakfast if you want.” He offered.

“Thanks for driving but we don’t need to stop.” You said. He nodded and walked out of your bedroom, leaving you alone to change. You pulled off your clothing and walked into your bathroom. You turned on the shower and stepped into it. You quickly cleaned yourself and stepped out, drying off and pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans, a matching tank top and a grey hoodie. You pulled your (Y/H/C) hair up into a ponytail and walked out. You walked downstairs to meet Tony and grabbed a pair of black combat boots similar to his.

You walked out and he drove you both in silence. When you arrived you had to part ways, but not before a reassuring hug.

You walked to your locker in silence, ignoring everyone in your path. You put in your combination and opened your locker, pulling out a few books.

“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call. You looked up and saw Jeff running towards you. You rolled your eyes and slammed your locker before turning and walking away. You could hear his footsteps growing closer and you sped up, trying your best to avoid him as he called your name. You felt his hand grab your shoulder before he stepped in front of you.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, worry in his eyes. You scoffed and crossed your arms.

“Oh, so now you suddenly care?” You asked with a raised brow. Jeff looked at you in confusion and shook his head.

“What are you talking about, Y/N/N? I’ve always cared about you. You’re my best friend.” He said. You rolled your eyes and looked down.

“Didn’t seem like you cared last night. All you cared about was that stupid game.” You said pushing past him, walking to class. Jeff followed quickly and grabbed your arm, pulling you into an empty classroom.

“Jeff, what the hell? Let me go to class!” You exclaimed. Jeff just stared at you as you began to seethe.

“What, what happened?” He asked quietly. You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“It didn’t seem important to you yesterday. Why should you care now?” You said angrily. Jeff ran his hands over his face and sighed.

“Monty had me in a bet and I wanted to win. You know how competitive I can get, Y/N.” He explained. You shook your head and looked away.

“That doesn’t give you an excuse to be an asshole. And if you seriously must know what happened, I broke up with Marcus because I caught him fucking another girl. Jenny Fucking Kyle.” You said angrily. Jeff stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide.

“Yeah, I walked in on them both. Great fucking sight to see, but of course you don’t care. My problems aren’t important.” You said with tears beginning to fill your eyes. Jeff noticed and walked closer to you. You shook your head and held a hand out to stop him, but instead he grabbed it and pulled you into an embrace.

You tried your hardest to fight him as you started crying but as he ran his fingers through your hair and whispered into your ear, you slowly stopped fighting and just began sobbing into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly and you fisted his shirt tightly.

“Shh. It’s okay, Y/N. I’m here.” He whispered. You shook in his arms as you let every emotion free.

“Why would he do that to me, Jeff? What did I do to deserve that? Was I not good enough?” You cried. Jeff continued to shush you and calm you down.

“Hey, look at me.” He said, lifting your head up with his finger.

“Don’t you dare cry over him. You’re way too good for that douchebag. He doesn’t deserve you. And don’t you ever say you’re not good enough. You are beautiful, and smart, and funny, and unique and any guy would be lucky to have you. I know I would.” He said, whispering that last part, but it was loud enough where you heard.

He brought a hand to your cheek and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. You licked your lips and he looked down as you slowly ran your tongue over them. He mirrored your actions and you did the same. He looked back into your watery (Y/E/C) eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered closed and your heart skipped at the feeling. His lips were soft and had a hint of strawberry and mint to them. You brought your arms up around his neck and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

You both broke away once your lungs began straining for air and you rested your forehead against his. Your lips still tingled from coming in contact with his and you smiled a bit.

“Y/N?” He said, barely above a whisper. You hummed in response, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck.

“You know I love you, right?” Jeff asked quietly. You nodded against him and he sighed.

“Seeing you with Marcus nearly drove me insane. He’s a fucking asshole, and you… you’re just too good for him. You’re honestly too good for me, and I’d be perfectly fine if you don’t like me the way I like you, and if it’s too soon to start anything, and-” He rambled, but you cut him off with another kiss. He smiled against your lips and you pulled away, looking into his eyes.

“I love you too, you idiot.”

To be dazed

Title: To be dazed 

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker 

Summary: Y/N has lived next to Peter since the 3rd grade and since has fallen hard for him, but Y/N doesn’t know he’s fallen just as hard.

Word count: 2,084

Songs: Left hand free by alt-j

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy part 3! p.s sorry for all the typos and grammar mistakes, this is all raw 

Part 1: To be young

Part 2: To be foolish  

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“Peter where were you?!” You practically shriek at the boy who just disappeared and reappeared out of thin air. “What-What are you talking about?” He scratched his neck nervously, “What do you- ugh are you okay?” Your eyes scan his body for any sign of bruising or cuts.

Peter coughed slightly “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You were just up there in the monument weren’t you?” Peters eyes scanned your own, you could tell he knew something you didn’t, or at least was hiding something. “No I-I was with Michelle on the ground.” You flail your hands in the air starting to get frustrated. You saw right through his lie.

“Peter tell the truth where we’re you and also can we talk about last night?” Peters eyes widened at the mention of the night before, “Um what ab- what do you mean?” He changed his question mid sentence, causing you to cock your eyebrow up, “what do I mean? Why were you on the-” Peters hand quickly covered you mouth and a guilty expression graced his face.

“Could we talk somewhere more ..” Peter paused removing his hand slowly away from your face “private?” You felt your face go hot, knowing very well that it was as red as a tomato. You two were currently in the hotel lobbies designated sitting area.

“Where would we go?” Silently praying that Peter wouldn’t suggest his room, “how about mine and Ned’s room?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of being alone with just Peter in his room, well his and Ned’s. “It won’t be very private if Ned’s there.” You decide to point out before Peter got the chance to turn around.

“Ned’s with everyone else at the restaurant, it’ll only be us.” Peter reassured you “ok fine, lead the way.” You sigh following Peter up to his hotel room.

You flop onto the bed closest to the door feeling more tired than anything at the moment, you heard Peter loudly sigh before speaking up “So you wanted to talk about..” he paused letting you fill in the gap, “about last night.” You sit up on the bed and stare straight at Peter who was pacing the room. “Why were you on the roof?” The boy stops, his back facing you “What? I-I wasn’t on the roof.” He concludes turning around to see your skeptical face. “Peter, yes you were.” you got up from the bed and slowly made your way towards the lying boy “What going on?” you stop just  a few feet in front of him “And can we please talk about what happened last weekend?” Peters eyes lock onto yours.

“Yeah, lets talk about last weekend.” He raked his hand through his fluffily mess of hair, you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that filled your stomach, he really wants to talk.

“Listen Y/N I-” Peter was stopped mid-sentence by the door of his room opening, “Yes exactly! Oh here they are!” Ned walked through the door way with Liz trailing right behind him. “Peter there you are!” Liz practically threw herself in Peters arms and of course Peter couldn’t hide the bush that rose on his cheeks.

“We were so worried, you just disappeared.” Liz spoke firmly while Peter never glanced back at you, you decided Peter didnt want to talk anymore because Liz was here. “I’m gonna head out, I’ll see ya later Pete.” you waved only get a small “yeah sure.” in return.

Why does Liz always seem to come around at the worst moments, she has to be tormenting me. You decided to just go back to your shared hotel room and vent out to Michelle about whats been happening, mainly about Peter.


“Hey dweeb.” Michelle nudged your shoulder slightly “Everything good now?” you sighed slightly at the question being asked, “define good.” You closed your locker and walked to class with Michelle by your side.

You never really got to speak to Peter the rest of the weekend and seeing him not really interested in talking anymore, you felt like giving up. “Hey Y/N.” you were knocked out of your thoughts by a voice that made your heart flutter in your chest. “Hey Peter.” you smiled falling right back into the dangerous loop that is your friendship. “I need to talk to you after school so could we meet in front of the gym?” you looked over to Michelle to get some kind of guidance but you got nothing but a shrug form your best friend. “Yeah sure-sure.” you stuttered out “Ok cool, see you in Spanish.”

“you’re blushing.” Michelle spoke “At least try to hide the fact that your hopelessly in love with him.” you sighed rolling your eyes at your best friends attitude, “Hey weren’t you the one who told me to go talk to him in the first place?” you shot back earning a laugh from her.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” The two of you walked into class just as the bell rang and got situated in your seats. You watch the clock eagerly waiting for the end of the day.

As the end of lunch rolled around you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you slid it out of your small jean pocket and onto the lunch table.

You groaned angrily at the small notification that had popped up “Hey Y/N I’m really sorry I can’t meet up anymore.” Quickly you type out a reply ‘why?’ before smacking your head down onto the table. “Hey what’s up?” Ned ask a worried tone in his voice.

“Peter can’t meet up anymore.” You felt the table buzz causing your head to pop up and grab the phone “I got detention, could I stop by yours after maybe?” Butterflies filled your stomach again at the thought of Peter and you being alone.

“Yeah sure, my doors always open.” You couldn’t help it that you were hopelessly in love with the boy who only had eyes for another girl. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch, you and the small group of friends you had, minus Peter, made their way to the last classes of the day.


“Y/N!” you heard your dad shout to you “someones at the door for you!” your heart jumped a little already knowing it was Peter you decide to quickly clean up your room before heading to the front door. “I’ll be right there!” you shout your reply while quickly shoving things under your bed and into the draws of your dresser.

After shoving the last item under your bed, you checked how you look in your body length mirror on the wall “Ok,” you let out a shaky breath “you can do this.” you made your way out of your room and to the front door.

“May?” you didn’t even try to hide the confusion in your voice “What ar- what are you doing here?” Peters aunt looked as though she was on the verge of tears “Have you talked to Peter at all today?” May’s voice was very shaky, you felt your eyebrows crease together.

“Just at school, he was suppose to come by but hasn’t..” you trailed off in thought “He hasn’t been home yet either, has he?” A knot twisted in your stomach hearing May’s reply “No he hasn’t, I-I-I got a call from the principal saying that he just left detention.” May looked into your eyes hoping that you would have an answer for any of this but you had no idea he’d even left detention.

“Here, let me grab my phone from my room and I’ll meet you in your living room.” May simply nodded heading back into her apartment while you ran and grabbed your phone. “I’m gonna hangout at May’s for a little!” You shouted letting your dad know you were leaving.

“Ok so you’ve tried calling him and Ned?” you huffed lightly at May while typing out a text to MJ asking about Peter. “Yes.” May sighed turning on the tv and switching it to a news channel “How long ago did the principal call you?” You turned your attention away from your phone and tot he worried woman “About two hours ago.” Your heart broke, Peter was always maticulous about keeping his aunt up to date on his whereabouts so she wouldn’t worry. something is defiantly wrong.

after 3 more hours, 4 calls to the police station and heading down to Peters favorite sandwich shop the door to May’s apartment slowly opened with a small creek. May immediately stood up and rushed over to the door, you couldn’t see anything that was happening but knew May had tears in her eyes from the shakiness in her voice “Peter where have you been? Ive been calling and calling..” May’s voice faded causing you to get up and slowly make your way over to the kitchen by the door. “Peter what happened?” there was a pause before the boy answered “Nothing May, you don’t need to be worried.” You could hear through the lies he was telling “I just,” you  heard Peter sigh deeply “I lost the Stark Internship.”

Peters face finally came into your view as you got closer to the edge of the kitchen and then you saw it, Peters eyes were a faded red and his face slightly puffy with a bruise that spread from his jaw to his temple. “oh honey I’m so sorry.” May pulled Peter in for a hug making Peters vision to switch from staring at the floor to in front of him or more specific behind May, right at you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” May backed away from Peter slightly giving him room to walk around her “Y/N came over and helped me look for you, we called the police for god’s sake Peter.” You sensed the anger rise slightly in May with her growing voice. “And you never came over.” you tried to hide the sadness in your voice but failed, your eyes caught Peters and you felt your heart break staring into the saddest brown eyes you’ve ever come across. “Hey May would it be alright if i talk to Peter in his room?” May nodded slightly and you grabbed Peters arm dragging him into his room, he closed the door softly behind you.

“Peter what the hell is going on? you’ve evener done anything like that before! And why is your face so bruised.” the anger started rising in you before you could stop it, you knew you shouldn’t be this made but you were “What? Never done anything like what?” the panic in Peters eyes were very evident, he’s hiding something and you were going to find out what. “You always update May on where you are and what your doing if you don’t make it home after school,” you paused averting your eyes from Peters, you needed to look at anything but him the moment “You really worried her and me, you promised you’d stop by mine after detention but you never came, Peter please tell me whats going on?” The tension in Peters room was getting thicker and thicker by the minuet “You..” Peter exhaled loudly plopping down on his bed.

“You wouldn’t believe me if i told you.” a small sarcastic laugh escaped your lips “Peter you’re wearing Hello Kitty pants, skipped detention and lost an internship with Tony Stark, which i didn’t even know about by the way, so right now I’ll believe anything.”

Peter dragged his hands down his face and raked his finger through his hair before answering you “Fine, here it goes.” Peters head shot up attaching his gaze onto you “I’m-I’m Spider-Man.”

Your eyes went wide with shock.

“What?” you could barley speak. Peter? Spider-Man? Theres no way… “Ho-how?” was the last thing you could get in before May barged into the room “I’m assuming Y/N will be staying for dinner, so what do you kids want?” you couldn’t even think straight let alone speak properly.

“Could we just have some takeout?” Peter asked with his eyes still on you. “Sure, I’ll just order some chow-mein and a box of rice.” May closed the door and left you and Peter alone to talk. “Peter what?” your brain scrambled for anything else to say “I-I what do you mean your Spider-Man?!” your voice started getting louder with each word that came out of your mouth.

How could Peter your shy, dorky, adorable neighbor be Spider-Man.. It just didn’t make any sense.

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.1

                                              Part O N E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: ah, the first part of my very first series!! I hope you all enjoy and please do reblog a ton so more people can enjoy it! Thank you all for the support and I truly hope you enjoy xx OH also!! depending on how many notes this first part gets, ill resume this series steadily

Parts: onetwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nineten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                              I M A G I N E 

LONDON, 13:05 P.M.

“Are you sure this is really okay, Ashton?” You mumbled, uncertainty playing at your voice as you tightly held the latch of your luggage. Your cousin, Ashton Irwin, looked back at you, giving you a smirk before he kept looking forward. 

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Boyf riends Unsolved

Premise: Jeremy and Michael (two dumb boys pining after each other) decide to go on a ghost hunt in one of the most haunted places in New Jersey. 

Word Count: 2704

Warnings: swearing, scary haunted shit

a/n: i’m…. i don’t really have an explanation for this. just…. have some boyf riends fluff

also a huge thank you to the love of my life @limpblotter for beta-ing <3


“… but whether or not it is definitively haunted will remain… unsolved.” Ryan Bergara’s voice dropped dramatically as the ‘unsolved’ stamp painted itself across the darkening image of him walking down the balcony of the Dauphine Orleans Hotel.

Michael laid back on his beanbag chair, smiling lightly. Jeremy was sitting ramrod straight, eyes wide.

“That’s not fucking unsolved!” he cried indignantly. “It’s haunted as shit! The… fucking footsteps? And the other guy heard them too?”

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“But Radcliffe is SUPPOSED to be racist because he’s the BAD GUY...”

aka when everybody who gets mad about my Pocahontas tag wants to completely forget the worst characters in the film:

That’s what we’re going to talk about today, friends. If you’ve been following me for awhile now, you already know my feelings about this film. However, this is something that I don’t think gets nearly enough attention. I’ll add a cut because this is going to be a long one:

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anonymous asked:

Could I pleaaaaaase have a paperhat fic of some sort? Do whatever you want, angst, fluff, whatever! Your writing is sooooo good! Thank you!

“Hurry up, lovebirds! I don’t want to miss the sunset!”

Taking a week long vacation to the sea, was both a welcome reprieve, and torturous curse for the members of Black Hat Inc; a reprieve because it was a chance to get away from work and relax, but a curse because suddenly two members became the parents of the group, and had to make sure they kept track of the “children.”

“You two are slooooow!” Dementia shouted from several yards down the footpath leading from their private cottage to the seaside. “When you’re done gazing longingly into each others eyes, you can join me and 5.0.5 on the sand! Come on 5.0.5!” Blackhat turned a shade darker, and started to yell back,

“WE ARE NOT-” When Flugs hand on his arm stopped him.

“Let it go, Blackhat, she’s not gonna stop teasing us just because you get angry with her,” he reasoned.

“That does not mean I enjoy her being so-”

“I know, I know, Jefecito. Be rational though, she does have the right to be upset that we’re walking so slow, and so of course she just took that as an opportunity to jab at you.” Flug let out a short laugh. “You know that SHE knows that you get sensitive when she make fun of you.” Blackhat snorted, and looked away from the doctor. This only served to give Flug the opportunity to link his arm with his boyfriends.

Blackhat sputtered at the open display of affection, and for a moment, tried to shake Flug off, but he soon relented.

“You’re as insufferable as she is,” Blackhat muttered under his breath.

“I love you too, sir.”

By the time the two villains had covered the rest of the distance to the beach, Dementia was already splashing about in the water with 5.0.5. She wasn’t even wearing a swimsuit, just some cargo shorts and a tanktop, but she didn’t seem to care. 5.0.5 was having a grand old time splashing water everywhere like an oversized dog.

“Don’t go out to deep!” Flug called out to the pair.

“Yes MOM!” Dementia called back.

“Call me what you want, but I’m not saving you if you start drowning!” Flug heaved a sigh. Yep, just like parents, Flug through mournfully. Why can’t I just be the kid for once?

“Flug! I can’t get this damned umbrella set up!” Blackhat hollered. And that’s why I need to act like an adult. After helping to set up the umbrella, and laying down a blanket, Blackhat and Flug sat down to watch the sun slowly disappear beyond the horizon.

At some point, Flug leaned into his boyfriend’s side, and a grey arm held him there gently. Dementia wandered over, made some comment about “the goo-goo eyed couple,” and then sprawled out at the end of the blanket on her stomach. 5.0.5 curled up next to her, and she slung her arm around his neck as she ruffled his fur.

Yellow bled into orange, into red, pink, and finally shades of purple. A dark blue, moonless sky filled with stars hung above the crashing waves.

Then a loud whistling sound was heard, and then a boom, and a shower of sparks erupted over the turbulent water. Dementia gasped.

“Fireworks!!” she shrieked joyfully, and leapt up from the blanket to run back down to the water. Flug and Blackhat broke into peals of laughter, as the girl switched directions and took off down the beach towards what she believed was the source of the fireworks. She returned a few minutes later with an armful, obviously stolen, and a face-breaking grin. “I’m gonna set these off!”

Colors filled the night sky with golds, greens, and pinks. Flug snuggled closer to Blackhat as a chilly sea wind began to cool the air. Blackhat, surprisingly, accept the affection, and actually turned to kiss the side of Flugs’s bag over his cheek. This caused Flug’s brain to short circuit as he pressed his hands to his face and made incomprehensible noises of distress.

From far down the sand they couple heard Dementia shout,

“YOU GUYS ARE GROSS!” And then burst into maniacal laughter. Neither cared to listen to her through, as they chose to ignore her in favor of staring at each other with matching sappy grins. When there was a scream of terror, and the words “on fire” Flug dropped his head onto Blackhat’s shoulder with a groan.

“Back to reality, right?” Flug grumbled.

“We still have a few days of vacation left, I’ll make it up to you.” Blackhat stated.

“You’d better, or I’m dumping you.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“You’re right, but it’s tempting.” Another scream. “Yep, gotta go save the kids.”

“I’ll help you.”

“Good.”

Blackhat stood and offered his hand down to Flug.

“Let’s go douse a fire”

“Sounds good to me.”


Anyone order uhhhhhh, fluffy beach fic with a side of poorly drawn art because I can’t shade or do backgrounds? I got you anon *finger guns**  Felt like conjuring up some fluff and establish relationships since I’ve been writing so many fics were they get together. I’m glad you like my writing, y’all flatter me too much ;-; and thank you for the request, my friend!!

Dean’s cards

Dean has used the “family” card with Cas many times. Sometimes he’s used it when talking to Cas himself, and sometimes Cas hasn’t been present when Dean’s said it. In season 11, Cas was told by the angel Ambriel and Amara that he was expendable; he even let Lucifer possess him because he felt that way. If he got himself killed, “no big loss” as Ambriel put it. We know Dean didn’t feel that way about Cas because we saw him; we saw his desperation to get Cas back since he found out Cas was possessed. However, Cas never saw any of that. That’s why when season 12 started Cas still wasn’t sure whether he belonged or not.  

This is what he told Mary in 12x03:

MARY: Castiel? After you left heaven, when did it start to feel like… like you fit, like you… belonged here?

CASTIEL: Well, I’m still not sure I do.

It was really painful to think that after so much Cas has been through with the Winchester, he wasn’t sure of his place in the family. The good thing was that season 12 was meant to correct that. It was a season for Cas to understand once and for all that he’s not an expendable tool to the Winchesters, especially not to Dean. 

However, to explain how and when exactly Cas realized that he did belong, let me show you all the cards Dean has used with Cas and how meaningless or meaningful they have been to help Cas feel welcomed and loved or not.

The first time Dean told Cas something that had to do with family was in season 6. The problem was that it seemed to be a privilege given under certain terms. If Cas didn’t do what Dean wanted him to, then he wasn’t family at all. To be put in the category of “family” he had to conform. There was no unconditional love for Cas at the time and Cas felt it. This was the interaction between Dean and Cas in 6x20:

DEAN: Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family – that you are like a brother to me. So, if I’m asking you not to do something… You got to trust me, man.

CASTIEL: Or what?

DEAN: Or I’ll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

Cas understood the condition behind the so-called family label. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to kill you if it’s necessary to stop you.”

That first use of “family” didn’t work at all. In fact, it totally backfired two episodes later when Dean used the “family” card for the second time. This happened in 6x22:

DEAN: Listen to me. Listen, I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you… Please. I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too. You don’t need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all.

CASTIEL: You’re just saying that because I won. Because you’re afraid. You’re not my family, Dean. I have no family.

Of course Cas felt he had no family. Dean said “we were famiy” as in “we’re not anymore because you stepped out of the condition I’d given you”. A person is supposed to be loved without “ifs”, and at that point, Cas knew Dean’s offer of “family” didn’t come free of conditions. Besides, let’s notice that Cas wasn’t using the plural “you” when he said “You’re not my family”. He was using the singular “you” since he addressed Dean directly by name.

After everything that happened in season 6, it took a lot for Dean and Cas to reconstruct their relationship. Dean didn’t try the “family” card again in a very long time. However, when his feelings were too overwhelming, he made use of two different cards: “home” and “I need you”. He used both cards for the first time in Purgatory, in 8x02:

DEAN: Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home.

CASTIEL: Dean, I can’t.

DEAN: You can. Benny, tell him.

BENNY: Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it’s angel-friendly.

DEAN: We’ll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.

CASTIEL: Dean…

DEAN: And if Leviathan want to take a shot at us, let ‘em. We ganked those bitches once before. We can do it again.

CASTIEL: It’s too dangerous.

DEAN: Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?

CASTIEL: I understand.

This was the first time Dean Winchester decided to show Cas unconditional love. Dean wasn’t getting anything in return for trying to save Cas. On the contrary, they didn’t know if their escape hatch was angel-friendly, as Benny said it. Taking Cas with him was dangerous for Dean, but he didn’t care; he just knew that he would not leave Purgatory without his angel. He didn’t use the “family” card, but the cards he chose along with his actions were a lot more meaningful.

The third time Dean used the “family” card was in the crypt scene in 8x17. Cas was being mind-controlled and Dean was trying to break through before Cas could actually kill him. We all remember the words:

DEAN: Cas. Cas. I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me. Cas… It’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.

If you notice, Dean used the “I need you” card for the second time, too. It wasn’t the first time Dean had said those words to Cas. The first was in Purgatory and Cas knew Dean wasn’t getting anything in return back then. Dean honestly meant how much he needed Cas, just as in the crypt scene Dean wasn’t just begging for his life, he was actually confessing he needed Cas. He used the “family” card after almost two seasons because this time there wasn’t any condition attached to the label. Maybe that’s why this time it worked. Cas listened, and Naomi’s control was broken.

The third time Dean used the “I need you” card Cas didn’t hear him. It was in 9x01 when Dean was praying to him without knowing that Cas was human.

DEAN: Cas, are you there? Sammy’s hurt. He’s hurt, uh – he’s hurt pretty bad. And, um… I know you think that I’m pissed at you, okay? But I don’t care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn’t do, it doesn’t matter, okay? We’ll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.

That was the first time he used a new card as well, the “we’ll work it out” one. This time Dean didn’t want his words to sound like his feelings were attached to a condition. He wanted Cas to understand that the fact he might have messed up regarding the angels fall didn’t really matter to Dean; Cas still meant a lot to him… Dean still needed him and he knew they would find a way to fix things as they always did. It’s a shame Cas didn’t hear him!

The fourth time Dean included Cas as his family, Cas wasn’t there to hear either. Dean was talking to Kevin in 9x02:

DEAN: Because you’re family. After all the crap we’ve been through, after all the good that you’ve done… man, if you don’t think that we would die for you… I don’t know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam and Cas, we are all we’ve got. But hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won’t stop you.

Cas wasn’t even present, but of course Dean mentioned him as part of the family. How could he not?

More than two years passed before Dean called Cas ‘family’ again. And Cas wasn’t even there to listen. He was possessed by Lucifer, and Dean was desperate to save his angel. This is what happened in 11x18:

DEAN: We’re not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside Cas. What if he doesn’t make it?

SAM: Dean, it’s a strong vessel. It’s held Cas for years, and we know what he’s been through. I’m guessing it can hold Lucifer.

DEAN: “It”? It’s not an “it,” Sam. It’s Cas.

SAM: And Cas wanted to do this.

DEAN: Yeah, well, there’s times I want to get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask. That don’t make it a good idea.

SAM: Dean, this is exactly how we screw ourselves. W-We make the… the heart choice instead of the smart choice.

DEAN: Oh, okay. Thank you, Dr. Phil. Cas is family.

SAM: Yes, and his choice deserves to be respected.

DEAN: Even if it kills him?

After the audience witnessed Amara and Ambriel saying Cas was expendable, it was refreshing to see Dean acknowledging Cas as family. The only problem was that Cas was called expendable to his face, so he needed to be reassured face-to-face that he was family. No matter how beautiful it was for us to hear Dean say it, Cas wasn’t there to listen. That’s how we got to 12x03, to the moment when Cas himself told Mary that he still wasn’t sure he belonged there (with the Winchesters).

In 12x10, Dean used the “family” card when talking about Cas again, but the angel wasn’t there to hear.

LILY: How did you find me?

SAM: We’re here to talk, that’s it. We come in peace. Just hear us out. We heard what happened to your family.

LILY: My family?

DEAN: See, Cas is our family, so we can’t let you hurt him.

By the end of the episode, Dean was given a choice between saving his life and saving Castiel’s. Cas was there to witness how Dean chose to risk his own life in order to protect Cas.  

DEAN: Don’t move *his hand hovering over the sigil to blast angels away*

ISHIM: Do it. You blast me away, you’ll blast away every angel in the room. I’ll survive. Castiel, on the other hand, he’s hurt. He might live or he might just end up a bloody smear on the wall. Roll the dice.

DEAN: *backs off*

Dean would have never done anything that could hurt Cas no matter how long they’d spent bickering in that very same episode.

All of this was leading to the big moment… the moment when Castiel would finally realize how much he meant to his family, the moment when he’d see he was loved without conditions. The moment he’d hear from Dean himself (and Sam) that Castiel wasn’t going to be left behind. This happened in episode 12x12, when Castiel got hurt and almost killed.

CASTIEL: Crowley’s right. You should go.

DEAN: Cas, come on.

CASTIEL: No, you listen to me. You– Look, thank you. Thank you. Knowing you, it… it’s been the best part of my life. And the things that… the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you. Just please… please, don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die. Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.

DEAN: Cas, no.

CASTIEL: Yes. You need to keep fighting.

SAM: We are fighting. We’re fighting for you, Cas.

DEAN: And like you said, you’re family. And we don’t leave family behind.

The seventh time Dean used the “family” card was everything Cas needed to hear. In season 6 Castiel had told Dean specifically that he was not Cas’ family. Now 6 years later, Cas is saying the opposite. Not only is he calling the Winchesters family, but he’s also using the “I love you” card.

Dean isn’t ready to use the L word yet; the closest he got was giving Cas a mix tape. (Dean could say “I love you” to Mary in 12x22, though, so hopefully he’ll be more comfortable with the L word from now on). At least Dean’s continued to use other important cards like:

 Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Let’s go home. (12x10)

We’ll work through our crap. We always do. (12x23)

It’s true that Cas sort of betrayed the Winchesters when he stole the Colt, but he did it to keep them safe. In 12x19, he called the angels ‘his men’, whereas Dean and Sam were ‘his friends, his family’. There’s a big difference! He started the season not sure of where exactly he belonged, but by the end of it, he was sure of something: he didn’t care about his reputation in Heaven anymore. All he cared about was protecting his family, the Winchesters. By the end of season 12, I’m sure he didn’t consider himself expendable in the eyes of the Winchesters anymore.

The only problem now is that… Cas is dead. We need him back… Dean needs him back ASAP. There are some cards Dean hasn’t used yet, but we’re getting there slowly. Facing the reality of losing Cas might give him another little push in the right direction. Let’s keep our fingers crossed for more than a mix tape in season 13!