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The Four Times Spider-Man Wore His Mask, and the One Time He Didn’t // Part 2/4

Part One / Part Three / Part Four

Summary: After a chance encounter, you start to see the fabled “Spider-Man” everywhere.

A/N: Part twooooo. I hope you lot enjoy, let me know if you are and the next parts (which honestly do get better) will be up soon.

Warnings: Light swearing. Honestly just full of fluff. Spider-Man x Reader.

It was hard not to think about the Spider-Man after that. And yes, that was his “official” name, according to the weird side of the internet where people spent day in and day out analyzing the kid’s every move, trying to figure out who he was.

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Is He Here? // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2402


Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x


Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.

It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.

Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.

The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.

From Oli:

Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.

You giggled as you typed a response.

From Y/n:

I have a boyfriend.

A few minutes later he replied.

From Oli:

Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.

This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.

From Y/n:


From Oli:

Caspar and I

From Y/n:

Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?

The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.


Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.

His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.

It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.

You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.

“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.

“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.

“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.

“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.

“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.

“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.

“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Joe,” you said sternly.


“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”

“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.


Four months, 17 days 2 hours.

You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.

Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.

“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.

“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”

Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”

You laughed, “Calm down mom.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.

“But seriously, what are your plans?”

You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”


“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.

“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.

“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.

“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”

“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”

“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.

You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.

“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”

“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.


“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”

Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”

“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.

You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.

“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.

“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.

“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.

“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.


The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.

“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.

“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”

“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.

“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”

“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”

“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.

“But why?”

“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.

“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.

“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.

“Since when do you call Uber’s?”

“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.


After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.

You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.

“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.

“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.

“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.

“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.

“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.

“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.

You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.

You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”

“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.

“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.

Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.

“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.

“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.

You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”

“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”

You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.

“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.

“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”

“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.

“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”

“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”

“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.

“Jack?” you whisper.

“Uh, hi?” he says.

“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“About that…” he trailed off.

Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”

No one answered.

You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.

“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.

Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.

It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.

39 seconds.

43 seconds.

You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?

Who cares? You love him.

You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.

He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.

He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Ello, love.” He chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.

“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.

You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.

You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.

“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.

“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.

“Well ask away.”

“Come with me.”


“On tour.”

You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.

He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”

“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.

“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.

“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”

“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.

“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.

“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”

“Prove it,” you smirked back.

Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.


Word count: 637

Paring: Implied Prinxiety

Warnings: Crying. A lot of crying. Self-indulgent self-doubt. Swearing. Kind of hurt/comfort. Actually ends okay. Logan is kind of a dick when he talks too much but it’s just implied. Roman & Virgil love each other, but neither say it out loud. I’m sorry in advance. 

Summary:.“It’s okay to cry once in awhile, Princey. It’s okay to be vulnerable,” Virgil murmured, which seemed to make Roman cry harder.

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Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 9: Dear Future Husband

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Masterlist Partner’s in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x Reader (best friends) 

Warnings: Brief nudity, occasional dirty joke. Peter being a little munchkin :)

Summary: You and Peter are in the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

A/N: So yeah this chapter is based off of the song by Meghan Trainor but it fits because I want this to be a fluffy chapter and this is a fluffy song so please enjoy!!! 

You and Peter walked down the school hallway, you holding his hand with your other arm wrapped around his bicep. A few kids stared, in shock that Peter had finally landed himself a girlfriend, and one that was as pretty as you. But neither of you paid attention to them because you were both too lost in each other’s eyes. It was like you were both in your own little world. One filled with happiness and love and no one could pull you two out of that trance. When Ned and Michelle spotted the two of you they both immediately did a double take and smiled. 

“Well hey it’s about time.” Michelle says and Ned’s jaw was hanging as you and Peter blushed and snuggled a little closer to each other. 

“Wait so you guys are together now?” Ned asks. You and Peter look at each other and bite your lips. 

“Yeah!” You both answer happily and you kiss his cheek and he blushes more and then you rub your nose against his and the two of you giggle as he does it back to you. 

“Ew, if you guys keep being that sweet you’re going to give the whole school a cavity.” Michelle says and you roll your eyes at her. 

During chemistry with Peter and Ned, Ned tried to focus on his work but couldn’t because of you and Peter giggling and passing notes to each other during class. You smiled and sighed when you saw one of Peter’s notes. 

According to the textbook, the strongest type of bond might be chemical, but I bet our love could challenge that. ~Sweet Pete  

When the teacher wasn’t looking you quickly threw your arms around Peter and gave him a huge wet kiss on his cheek. Then when she turned around again to look at you, the two of you were blushing but seemingly hadn’t changed positions. 

During your lab, Peter took the time to briefly show you how he made his webs. He pulled out a little secret drawer at his station and mixed two chemicals together to form the sticky substance that came out of his web shooters. You raised your eyebrows and nodded. 

“So that’s where that stuff comes from?” You ask him and he nods. 

“And here I was thinking it came from somewhere else…” You joked and raised your eyebrows and his face turned red as tomato, making you giggle. 

At lunch he brought you some treats. 

“I brought some of May’s cinnamon rolls for you.” Peter says and hands you the bag. 

“Aw Pete you are too sweet.” You tell him and break one in half and give him the other half. Michelle and Ned tried to talk to each of you but you were both too absorbed in each other to listen to them. 

“So Y/N what did you think of that math test-” She noticed you weren’t listening and just staring into Peter’s eyes. 

“So Peter what did you think about that English-” Ned sighs as he sees Peter staring back at you. Michelle tries waving her hands in front of the two of you but neither of you even blink. 

Michelle and Ned look at each other. 

“Let me try something.” Ned says and puts a pea in his spoon and then launches it like a catapult into the back of Peter’s head. He doesn’t move. “Damn. That must be some connection there. That usually always works.“ 

"I’ve got something that might work.” Michelle says and jabs her finger in a spot on your shoulder. 

“Ow!” You exclaim and look back at Michelle. “MJ that was my pressure point…" 

"I know. I had to take drastic measures to break up whatever’s going on with you two.” Michelle says. 

“Sorry. I just can’t help it. Peter has the prettiest brown eyes. It’s impossible not to get lost in them.” You say and Peter blushes. 

“Yours are prettier.” Peter says and looks into his lap, smiling sheepishly. 

“Aw baby!” You exclaim and poke his nose and he giggles and the two of you rub your noses against each other again. 

“Wow this is escalating fast.” Ned says that afternoon when walking next to Michelle. You and Peter were a bit ahead of them, hands interlocked and swinging back and forth. “They’ve barely kept their hands off of each other or even talked to anyone else besides us since they started dating. And it’s only been a day!" 

"It’s just new relationship feels.” Michelle explains. “Give them a week it’ll wear off soon." 

Well a week passed by….and it definitely wasn’t wearing off any time soon. You and Peter literally spent all your time together. Either doing homework, being in school, or fighting crime. Sometimes you would study together as you fought criminals. 

"Which particle of an atom has a positive charge?” Peter yells at you before tossing a money bag to you as you hovered in the air above the criminals that had robbed the bank. 

“Proton! Duh! Give me a harder one Spidey!” You yell back at him and toss him the bag. The robbers started charging him now. 

“Uh…” He panicked when they started shooting at him. “Karen can you think of a good review question for me to ask Y/N?” He asks her. 

“Hey Dragonfly! How do you determine the pH of an acid?” He asks and tosses the bag back to you and you dart around, dodging the bullets that were being shot at you. 

“Take the negative log of the concentration!” You shout back at him and toss him the bag. Finally the cops showed up and you set the bag down and you and Peter left to let the cops arrest them. 

As the sun set you made your way back to Peter’s house. You offered to help Aunt May cook and stay for dinner. Peter crawled up the wall to his window and you flew close behind him, not wanting to get spotted. Once Peter opened his window he held out his arm for you and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he held you close to him by your waist as you let your wings sink back into your body and disappear. 

“After you m'lady.” He says chivalrously and you slid in his window and onto the ground, giggling and blushing from your nickname. 

He came in after you and shut the window behind him. 

“Well Queens is a lot safer now tonight thanks to you princess.” Peter says and takes off his mask and tosses it on the ground. 

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it sweetly. You take off your mask as well and he can see you blushing and biting your lip from his sweet actions. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you into his chest and kissed you sweetly. 

“And thanks to you too Spidey.” You tell him and he laughs and dips you and continues to give you multiple pecks to your lips. 

“Oh hey you guys are back.” Michelle says casually and both you and Peter jump apart when you see Michelle and Ned sitting on Peter’s bed. 

“W-what are you guys doing here?” Peter asks casually in a high squeaky voice, running his hand through his now slightly curly hair. 

“You said you’d come study with us.” Michelle reminds you two. “Remember we asked you both at lunch today while you were making goo goo eyes at each other?” You both blushed and stared at the ground. 

“So did you stop any crime today Spider-Man?” Michelle asks Peter. 

“Did you fly in and save the day Dragonfly?” Ned asks you. Both you and Peter’s eyes widened and you turned to each other. 

“Did you tell-” You both said to each other at the same time. “No I didn’t-I swear I’d never-" 

"Relax guys we figured it out on our own.” Ned assures the two of you. 

“How did you figure it out?” You ask. 

“Well it’s obvious.” Michelle says. “Whenever Peter’s busy for the Stark internship and you have to study, Dragonfly and Spider-Man show up to save the day.”

“Not to mention you were both conflicted about falling in love with two different people, but now you’re totally into each other.” Ned adds. “So we can obviously deduce that you were falling for each other’s personas. That and once we had that figured out we just told each other your secrets." 

"And don’t worry we won’t tell anyone else.” Michelle says and Ned raises his hand.

“On my Jedi honor.” He promises to you. 

“Okay. Well that makes this all a bit easier I guess.” You tell Peter and he nods. Suddenly you both hear Aunt May knock on the door. 

“Coming in!” She says and Peter grabs your hand and pulls you into his bathroom and shuts the door. “I heard Peter and Y/N. Where are they?” She asks. 

“They’re in the bathroom.” Ned says then regrets it. Aunt May’s eyes went wide. 

“Together?…” She asks. 

“What are we going to do?” You whisper shout to Peter. “She knows we’re in here together. We can’t come out in our underwear that would make her think things….” You say and blush and so does Peter. 

“Don’t worry I’ve got emergency clothes for us under the sink.” Peter says and gets them out for you both. May knocks on the door. 

“Peter, honey what are you and Y/N doing in there?” She asks in a concerned tone. 

“Uh nothing!” Peter assures her as he steps out of his suit, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“I just fell down on my way over here and Peter’s helping me clean up the scrapes!” You tell her and you hear May sigh in relief. 

“Oh okay I thought you two were doing something weird in there!” She says and laughs. 

“Yeah don’t worry!” Peter calls back. “Nothing like that’s going on in here-” His breath hitches when he sees you topless in front of him, covering your breasts with your arms and your chest plate lying on the ground. You blushed as he stared at you, mouth gaping. 

“Peter!” You hiss at him and he shakes his head to try to snap himself out of his trance. 

“Why don’t you have a bra on!” He whisper shouts. 

“I don’t need to wear one under the chest plate there’s one built in. That and the clip in the back restricts my wings and-okay seriously?” You cut your explanation short when you notice the tent in his boxers. He blushes and covers it.

“I’m fifteen and my girlfriend is topless in front of me what did you think was going to happen!” He exclaims quietly. He notices you staring at it and he gets a small ego boost. “You uh, like what you see down there?” He tries to say cooly and lean against the wall. 

“Peter!” You hiss at him again and he jumps off the wall and quickly gets back to the task at hand and tosses you one of his shirts and a pair of gym shorts and then you both respectively face away from each other to change. 

You both came out and you kissed his cheek then went to the kitchen to help out Aunt May while Peter studied a bit with Michelle and Ned. At one point while you were mixing the sauce you made Peter came out from his room and over to the counter. 

“Wow that smells amazing.” He says and sniffs over the pot. 

“Do you want to taste?” You ask him and he smiles and opens his mouth.

You laugh and feed him some with the spoon. He smiles but then his face turns into a grimace and he spits it out into the sink. 

“Was it that bad?” You ask him. 

“It was really bitter…” He says and gets a glass of water to get the taste out of his mouth. 

“Yeah I probably should have mentioned that I never really learned to cook…I’m good at decorating pastries…not so much at making them though.” You tell Peter and shrug. 

“That’s alright sweetheart.” May says and pats your shoulder. “It just takes practice. You’ll get the hang of it soon. I think you might have just added a bit too much rosemary…” She says after taking a taste with her finger. 

You decided to let Ned and Michelle stay for dinner since they were here anyway. You all had fun and laughed a lot. Tons of inside jokes and more Star Wars debates from Ned and Peter. Peter didn’t notice but Ned had set up the camera on the counter to film you all having fun. 

“You’re the Han Solo to my Leia.” You tell Peter and you swore you had never seen his eyes light up so bright. 

Michelle also dared the two of you to reenact a scene from Lady and the Tramp and slurp up a noodle together. Everyone cheered when you and Peter’s lips met and you broke off the noodle. The two of you giggling and then Peter stole a few more kisses from your lips. 

But unfortunately the night had to come to an end. And so you gave your boyfriend a reluctant goodbye at the door to his apartment. Your foster father Happy glaring daggers into Peter, while he stood there stiff as a tree trunk. 

“By Pete. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.” You promise him and give him a big hug and kiss him sweetly on the lips. The kiss lasted for about five seconds before Happy coughed, signaling he was a bit uncomfortable. 

“See you tomorrow princess.” He tells you and you give him one last peck on his cheek before leaving down the hall.

At first you hated that he called you princess but now he didn’t really call you that to tease you, it was more of a sweet and endearing term so you allowed it. Happy stayed behind to give Peter the “talk”. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Okay now just so you know, I’m not some big overprotective dad okay.” He tells Peter. “I mean I’ve only had her for a year. But she’s grown on me, and I think of her as my own.” Peter nods. “And I know you’re a good, sweet kid and you wouldn’t want to hurt her but since I know you can be a bit…reckless when it comes to your spider thing, just don’t do anything stupid that could hurt her. Please.” He begs. 

“Of course Sir, I would never want to hurt your daughter. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He says and smiles a bit. 

“Okay well I’m going to go and try to forget I heard that.” Happy says and leaves. 

“I’ll text you later Happy!” Peter calls down the hall. 

“Please don’t!” He calls back. 

That night Peter was cleaning off his suit when he heard something tap his window. He went to it and looked confused as he opened it. 

“Mr. Stark?” He asks when he sees Iron Man floating outside his window and he smiles. “Why are you here? Did you want to congratulate me on the boat thing, I actually saved it this time with some help from my new girlfriend-” He rambles and Tony opens up the mask and cuts him off. 

“Yeah you’re girlfriend is what we need to talk about.” He says seriously and Peter’s smile falls. 

“Is something wrong?” Peter asks. 

“No. Unless there needs to be.” Tony says. 

“What are you talking about?” Peter asks. 

“I know who she is Peter.” Tony says. “After seeing you two fight together and now hearing you’re dating Happy’s daughter it wasn’t too hard to put the pieces together. And I’m not going to tell Happy anything, because again his cardiogram but I just need you to make sure that she doesn’t get too rebellious…" 

"Rebellious how?” Peter asks. “We both fight the bad guys we’re both on the same side." 

"Are you?” Tony asks. “Because I remember when Happy used to bring her to work a few months back before the Civil War, she was hanging around Steve a lot…I even saw him teach her a few fight moves. So something tells me he’s aware of her abilities as well. And now…Steve is a war criminal. And her helping him in any way will be considered illegal and we will have to arrest her and lock her away.”

“You want to lock her up!?” Peter exclaims. 

“Not at the moment but if she’s found suspicious of anything then we will have to give her some form of criminal punishment.” Tony explains. “So I just thought I’d give you a heads up, and make sure she doesn’t do anything that would make me have to take her away from you.” He warns then puts his mask back on and flies off. 

Peter shut his window and went to sit down at his desk. He tried to keep working on his suit but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. All he could think about was you, and pray that you wouldn’t do anything that would make his mentor arrest you. 

A/N: Next part will come sometime early next week!

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The Waiting Game

Pairing(s): Gladion x Moon, Hau x Lillie

Note(s):  Everyone is aged up! Gladion is 27, everyone else is 26.

When a oneshot turns into too many words and I avoid sleep. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!! And I’ll be getting to the request soon :)

Gladion was at a point in his life where everything around him was perfect.

His family was back in order thanks to Sun, the reigning Alolan Champion, who helped save his mother from the Ultrabeasts.

Lillie was now a researcher at Aether studying the connection between Z-moves and friendship after her 2 years in Kanto. She had a highly referenced research paper that increased the funding for the Aether Foundation for many years to come.

Hau spent several years being a new Captain on Melemele until a year ago when his grandfather decided to dedicate his time fully to the Elite 4. Hau became the Kahuna and person new Trial goers would receive their starters from. The boy even had the nerve to propose to Lillie around the same time after years of dating.

And Gladion?

Well, he ran Aether for the past several years in complete prosperity. The foundation was the leading conservation site for Pokemon around the world,  it was the epitome of Pokemon non-profits, it constantly was being awarded for its great humanitarian feats and research, and they were also the prime advocates for the No Unlawful Experiments on Pokemon movement.  So you see everything for and around Gladion was perfect…

“When are you getting a girlfriend?”

Except that.

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The Party

The Party

Requested by @angelsdeadromance ;

Hi, could I request a Steve x female reader, where its her birthday? Steve wanted to throw a quiet party but Tony doesn’t agree and throws a huge party, which bothers steve until he sees how happy she is. Thanks :) It’s my birthday today!

Author’s note: I hope you had wonderful birthday!

Contains mentions of food, Steve Rogers and general fluff :)

Steven Grant Rogers sat somewhere towards the edge of Central Park, watching the blades of grass dance in the wind as he twirled a pencil between his fingers pondering how best to capture them on his blank page. He had been seated on the uncomfortable wooden bench for just over an hour now, trying to avoid thinking about the one and only thing he could think about; you.

Or, more specifically, your birthday party.

You had told him with a small smile that you didn’t care about having a party, but the look in your eyes had betrayed your words and Steve had known you were lying. For the past week he had been trying to figure out what to do. He wanted you to be happy, and if having a party would make you happy then he would be the first to run to the store and buy plastic cups, or climb ladders to hang banners and disco lights. He would also have been the first to plan it all, if he’d only had the faintest clue how to. He had never been a party animal back before he went under the ice, and even now he still wasn’t 100% sure what made a good party. Was it the music or the lighting? The theme or the guest list?

Steve shook his head and began sketching the scene in front of him, taking extra care not to press too hard with his pencil. He had a tendency to snap them, which meant you were constantly writing lists with half a pencil, mumbling under your breath about splinters with a small smirk playing across your lips. Steve smiled at the thought of you, and thought not for the first time about how lucky he was to have you in his life. He shook his head as he thought about all the little things about you that irritated him; you never used up a tube of toothpaste, you never went out and got more bread after you’d finished a loaf, he wasn’t sure if you even knew how to tell the time you were so late for everything, and most importantly you had a lot more faith in him than he deserved. If those were your worst qualities, then Steve was truly a lucky man.

With a sigh, Steve set down his pencil. You would probably only want a small gathering of friends and family. Surely that wouldn’t be so hard to arrange?


Sam walked through the halls of the compound, humming to himself gently as he stepped in time to the music leaking through his headphones. The sun shone through the tall, immaculate windows and cast odd shadows on the ground around him as he moved. Tuesday was always a good day, because Tuesday was the day where no one got to tell Sam what to do. There was no mandatory training, no background research or infiltration of secret organisations; it was just him and his music. This Tuesday Sam felt tired of the confining open spaces within the compound and roamed the halls looking for someone, anyone, to talk to.

When he heard a crash come from the kitchen, he looked at his watch and smirked. 13:05. He knew exactly who was in there. Sam crept into the doorway and set his headphones around his neck, smirking at the scene before him.

“Right,” You said with a smile, addressing your class of two “who can tell me what this is?”

You slid a photograph onto the kitchen island your small group had congregated around and folded your arms, regarding them with a quirked eyebrow and an amused smile. The two were silent, all of you unaware of Sam’s lurking presence. “Scott?” You prompted

Scott itched the back of his neck and exhaled “A muffin?”

You made an impassive noise and inclined your head to Bucky, who Sam had never seen look quite so nervous. “Buck?”

He licked his lips and looked at you with hesitant eyes “Fairy cakes?”

You let out a burst of gleeful laughter and jumped into the air, clapping your hands in joy. “Yes! See, Barnes, I told you you were better than you thought. So that’s what we’ll be making today, you guys know the drill. Put your aprons on and scrub up,”

Scott and Bucky smiled at your exuberance and walked over to the pantry to retrieve their aprons, a light spring in their step as they went. You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and grabbed your apron from the counter, looping it over your head and reaching behind your back to tie it. “Nice apron,” Sam laughed, walking into the room

You looked down at yourself and smiled at the small red white and blue shield’s covering the wipe down apron you wore. “What can I say? I know what I like,”

Sam opened the fridge, searching through the lunch boxes with vaguely threatening name labels for something he could eat. A label reading ‘Property of Bucky.’ caught Sam’s eye, and with a devilish smile he took out the container and opened it to find two chicken legs. Jackpot. He took one from the container and placed it back in the fridge before closing the door. “So, how is baking club going?” He asked, biting into the leg

You smiled brightly as you tightened your pony tail. “They’re really improving; last week we made shortbread and theirs came out looking almost exactly like mine.”

“Bet you’re gonna miss it next week,” Sam chuckled

“What do you mean?”

Sam rolled his eyes “Your birthday. Please tell me you aren’t going to be hosting baking club on your birthday,”

You shook your head, but something seemed a little sad in your smile as you replied “Well, it’s not like I’ll be doing anything else.”

“You mean you’re not going out with Cap?”

You walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet, beginning to wash your hands. Sam had a feeling it was just so you could hide your face. “Not as far as I know.”

Sam opened his mouth to reply as Scott walked back into the room wearing a plain white apron and a horrified expression. “No, no, no, no, no! I am not baking in front of the judgemental pigeon here!”

You turned around, drying your hands on a towel as you rolled your eyes “Scott, there is nothing shameful in learning how to bake.”

“Yeah man, it’s not weird at all,” Sam winked, clapping him on the shoulder

Bucky walked into the room, tying his hair into a bun as he made his way over to the sink. “Oh good, Sam is here.” He said, his voice laced with sarcasm

You shook your head and opened the cupboard, your head disappearing inside as you routed around for baking trays. “Play nicely boys.” You chastised, emerging briefly to look at Sam  “Sam, if you aren’t going to bake get out of here; not everyone can handle the heat of the kitchen.”

Sam held up his hands and stepped backwards, chuckling lightly. “Oh hell no, I’m not enough of a man for this. I’ll see you guys later.”

You closed the cupboard and let the tray drop onto the counter with a clatter. “Don’t listen to him boys, I think you guys are doing great. Scott, you’ll definitely be able to make Cassie’s birthday cake this year,”

Sam smiled to himself as he walked out of the room, putting his headphones on once again and biting into his stolen chicken leg. That would teach Bucky for eating his cereal last week; revenge had never been sweet, but it did taste a great deal like chicken.


“This is by far the hardest thing I have ever done,” Steve groaned, scrolling through your facebook friends list “I mean, how am I supposed to know which ones to invite?”

Tony lifted his goggles and looked at Steve, momentarily ignoring his suit repairs. “As much as I’d love to hear who’s going to your fourth of July orgy, I think I’d rather just find out on the day.”

Steve would have rolled his eyes if he’d had the energy, but instead kept scrolling down the page. “Tony, if you were throwing Pepper a birthday party who would you invite?”

“Everyone.” Tony said without hesitation “Party isn’t a party unless it’s embarrassingly crowded.”

“And if you only wanted to invite, say, twenty people tops?”

“Then I’d call off the party and spend the money on something better; like a coupon for dairy queen.”

Steve cursed as his laptop froze and randomly jabbed at the keyboard, waiting impatiently for it to work. Tony set down his tools and made his way over, looking at the frozen number of your facebook friends. “Three hundred isn’t that many people.”

Steve gave Tony an incredulous look and shook his head, standing from his desk chair which gratefully sprung up without the burden of his weight. “How do I even start though? Should I get the catering sorted or the entertainment?”

Tony shook his head with a sigh and closed the lid of the laptop. “Look, Cap, why don’t you just leave it to me? I’ll make sure she gets a good party and you can take the credit.”

Steve frowned, a little offended. “I can’t do that if I’ve done none of the work,”

Tony waved an arm dismissively “Then you sort out the catering. Leave the rest to me and she’ll have a great birthday. You want that, right?”

Steve hesitated; it would be great if he could focus on you rather than worry about the party. After all, he couldn’t control everything. “Okay,” He agreed, shaking Tony’s hand “but nothing too big, okay?”

Tony rolled his eyes “Scouts honour, now get the hell out of my lab and go give someone a pep talk about freedom or whatever it is that you do in your spare time.”


You stumbled your way through the door, an arm around Steve’s shoulder as you laughed so hard that you struggled for breath. It had been the best birthday ever; the two of you had been to a fair and lost all of your money trying to win a Captain America teddy bear which was now slung over Steve’s shoulder. You felt a little guilty as you walked through the compound; you had had an amazing day, but you were a little upset that Steve hadn’t thrown you a party. It was totally irrational, but for some reason this year you really wanted to celebrate with everyone.

The compound was quiet as the two of you giggled and walked down the hall; everyone else had been sent on a mission early that morning. So early that they hadn’t even been able to wish you a happy birthday in person… “It’s so weird without the rest of the team here,” You whispered “I mean, is this how it would be if there was an apocalypse and only you and I survived?”

“Well, I doubt anyone could kill Sam,” Steve muttered, a smile on his face

You rolled your eyes. He had a point. As you walked you thought of how you would be spending this Thursday if it wasn’t your birthday; you’d probably be on the mission that rest of the team had been called out on. Or you would be baking with Bucky and Scott; your heart swelled with pride as you cast your mind back to Scott’s proud face last week as he presented you with a sloppily iced fairy cake. That night before just before you had gotten into bed, he had sent you a photo of Cassie smiling with the icing smeared across her face; you had smiled so much that your cheeks still ached when you woke the next morning.

It sucked that the team weren’t there, but then again that was what you had signed up for, right? There wasn’t much room for sentimentality when civilians were in danger, and you were glad about that. What kind of team would you be if you all took a day off to party when innocent people were being attacked out there?

You pushed open the door to the lounge area, and frowned at how dark it was. Usually FRIDAY turned all the lights on the minute it got dark. You looked over your shoulder to see Steve smirking slightly as he fumbled around and turned on the lights.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A roar of voices called from behind you

You turned and gasped in awe at the sea of friends and family stood smiling at you. Brightly coloured streamers and balloons littered the room, and a banner that hung from the ceiling proudly proclaimed that it was your birthday. Tears swelled in your eyes as you cast your gaze around the room; Tony caught your eye from the middle of the crowd and winked, raising a glass of champagne in your direction. You whipped your head around and looked at Steve, who had the green expression of someone who was going to throw up. “You did all this for me?” You asked in awe

Steve shifted uncomfortably, looking a little less green as his skin flushed red. “I didn’t realise there would be so many people,” He muttered angrily, eyes scanning the crowd and then nervously meeting yours “do you like it?”

You cast another look over your shoulder and felt a grin consume your face. “I love it.” You said, turning and throwing your arms around him

Steve softened at your touch and let out a sigh of relief, returning your embrace warmly. “Thank you,” You whispered, planting a kiss on his cheek and breaking away

“Well, it was my idea but Tony did most of the work; I was in charge of catering” Steve said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck

You shook your head with a smile “I don’t care, Steve. It was your idea and that’s all that matters,”

Steve chuckled, a twinkle in his eye as he grabbed your hand “Come on,” He said, pulling you through the crowd “I haven’t shown you the best bit.”

You smiled and nodded hello’s at people as Steve dragged you through the crowd, your favourite music playing in the background. After what seemed like an eternity Steve pulled you to an abrupt stop in front of the food table, and at first you had no idea what was so great about it other than the fact that it was full of food. Then, with a small gasp, you looked up to see Scott and Bucky stood behind the table wearing aprons and smug grins. “You did this?” You asked, awestricken at the table of baked goods in front of you

The boys nodded, grinning uncontrollably. “It took us hours, and I nearly gave up twice.” Scott said, picking up a cookie and biting it “But I think it worked out okay in the end,”

Bucky smirked “Well, only because I pulled this punk into line,”

Sam appeared behind the two of them and grinned, throwing an arm over each of their shoulders “Actually, I think you’ll find it’s because I offered you guys a lot of moral support,”

Bucky rolled his eyes “All you did was throw chocolate chips at us and eat everything.”

“Don’t question my methods.”

You laughed and shook your head “You guys, this is amazing; I think I’ve taught you all I can.”

Scott and Bucky’s faces fell and they exchanged a panicked look. “There’s a lot of stuff that went wrong in the kitchen,” Bucky said quickly

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure I forgot to sift the flour on these cakes,” Scott said, gesturing wildly across the table

“Not to mention the fact that we didn’t preheat the oven.”

You and Steve exchanged a look and smirked “Well…” You drawled, keeping them in suspense for a moment  “if that’s the case then I suppose we should keep baking every Tuesday until it’s drilled into the pair of you,”

They feigned disinterest, slight smiles still on their faces. “Well, if you’re sure,” Bucky said

“Personally I think we did a good enough job, but it’s your call,” Scott added

You rolled your eyes and picked up a cake as you started to back away “Great job, boys.”

The night went on until it was technically morning and everyone was having too good a time to leave. You danced and laughed and eat so many cakes you were nearly sick; all good signs of an excellent birthday party. When everyone had finally left and the members of the team who weren’t passed out on the couch found their way to bed, you stood in Steve’s arms with a grin on your face. “You know what the best part was?” You said quietly, looking out onto the chaos left over from it all

“What’s that?”

You smiled “That you got the most important part right; you got Scott and Bucky to do the catering.”

Steve blushed as you turned in his arms to face him. “Well, I know how much your baking class means to you, and they’ve improved so much since the first week.”

You yawned, falling gently against his chest with a sleepy smile, wondering how you got so lucky as to end up with such a sweet man. “Happy birthday,” Steve whispered, kissing the top of your head

It had been the best birthday ever; you sure as hell couldn’t wait for next year.

(Another request written by @toastburninglucy​ love this. Lucy has been such a helping hand for this blog, I couldn’t ask for a better writer. To have someone and others be so helpful and supportive of me, it’s amazing! - Rosalee)

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Witchcraft irl
  • Text from friend: Hi bitch lol I'm coming over :):):)
  • Me: OH SHIT
  • *knocks crystals, feathers, and ring of flower petals off the living room table*
  • "Fuck fuck ow fuck" *gingerly carrying still-lit candle to my room trying not to blow it out while hot wax drips all over my hand*
  • *throws pentacle necklace in a drawer*
  • Me, answering the door: Hi yes nothing weird going on in here on this day, no ma'am

Lucifer season 1 thoughts:

  • Okay so Linda is the bomb
  • Lucifer is hilarious and I enjoy watching him very much but I truly do not understand why Chloe (or anyone for that matter) would continue to associate with him, LOL
  • I do very much like his character development though
  • Amenadiel/Mazikeen is kind of … weird but adorable
  • “Every time I think we’ve made a breakthrough, you go in the exact wrong direction” damn Linda that is accurate af
  • okay I don’t hate Dan anywhere near as much as I thought I would but did what was his train of thought here? “Oh, Malcolm abducted me, tied me up in his basement, and told me he was going to murder a guy, but after getting free I will do nothing about this and will in fact continue to work with him because of that time six months ago that I shot him because he was pointing a gun at another cop” like what? seriously what? you’re just gonna brush that off and let the totally crazy guy keep his police badge and work in close proximity with your ex-wife?
  • seriously how can so many people still think Lucifer’s joking about being the devil, I’m crying with laughter
Camera Shy (part 5)

Summary:  AU. Jughead is an aspiring photographer. His final project requires him to shoot nude photos of someone who inspires him. With no one else to ask Jughead asks Betty. Insecure of her body Betty is quick to shoot the idea down, until Jughead reminds her that she owes him. - Bughead leading to eventual smut

Parts:   One   Two   Three   Four 

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Thank you SOOOOOOOOOOOOO much for all the wonderful feedback this story has received. I love you all so much. 

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The reunion

Title: The reunion

Anonymous asked: “Supernatural one shot where your an archangel and you’ve been gone for a while till you suddenly show up at a little gathering everyone is having at the bunker (even chuck) and your Gabriel’s mate type thing yeah chuck is like finally my favourite child has arrived or something and one of the boys (Sam and dean) say really another one and it’s just all fluff and yeah and there’s like a little reunion kiss / moment between you and gabe and yeah sorry that’s all I can for in the ask box and think”

Characters: chuck, dean, sam, castiel, gabriel and you

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 542


“alright Dean, I got it” Sam said, entering the bunker, showing Dean the pie. “pie” Dean smirked, leaving the kitchen island, his beer still in his hand. “good to see you Sam” Chuck said, waving at Sam from the couch. “what’s Chuck doing here?” Sam asked Dean. “relax, nothing supernatural going on for the first time. Chuck wanted a family reunion and this seemed like the safest place to hold one. Believe me, I’m not fond of it either but Chuck promised there would be beer” Dean smiled. “what do you mean ‘a family reunion’, Chuck is the only one who is here” Sam said, handing Dean the pie. “the other angels will probably pop in any minute now” Dean said, taking a bite from the pie. “oh baby” he mumbled to himself, gaining a weird look from Sam.

“enjoying the party, huh?” Dean said, sipping from his beer. “how is it a party?” Castiel, who had shown up some time ago, asked him. “well, there’s beer and pie” Dean said, taken a back. “isn’t that what you have every day?” Castiel asked, confused. “every day is a party with me” Dean laughed. “don’t flatter yourself. We all know I’m the real party person” they heard as they turned around, seeing Gabriel. “Gabriel, how nice of you to come” Chuck said, starting a conversation with his son. “please tell me Michael and Lucifer aren’t coming” Dean said to Castiel. “don’t worry, dad didn’t send them an invitation” he replied. “good, we don’t want anyone uninvited to show up” Dean replied, walking of to find Sam.

“now that everyone is here, I’d like to propose a toast. To family” Chuck said, raising his beer. “to family” they all said. “uhum” everyone turned around, seeking the source of the noise. “Y/N?” Gabriel asked. “it’s been a long time” you said, walking towards him. “Y/N, I’m so glad you’re here” Chuck said, smiling. “well, where else would I be. It’s not like I didn’t get an invitation” you said, voice thick from sarcasm. “I thought you would tag along with Gabriel” Chuck explained, looking at you and Gabriel. “I’d have, but I haven’t seen Gabriel for a while” you confessed. “trouble in paradise?” Castiel asked. You simply smiled. “we all have our problems, I’m just glad we got to sort out ours” you said, winking at Gabriel. “I hate to interrupt but what the hell is going on here?” Dean spoke up. “Sam, Dean meet Y/N, my daughter” Chuck said. “really, another? How many kids do you have?” Sam laughed awkwardly. “daughter in law, I’m Gabriel’s soulmate” you explained to the boys as you shook their hands. The boys remained silent for awhile but after the party continued and Chuck got more beer, everything felt less awkward.

“where are you going?” Sam asked you and Dean. “we’re going to have a pie eating contest” you exclaimed, smiling bright. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Gabriel smiling at you. You quickly rushed over and gave him a quick kiss. Sam and Chuck looked bewildered at the smiling Gabriel, whose eyes followed you until you disappeared into the kitchen, ready to get your ass handed to you in the pie eating contest.




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Ghost Watch: S3, E4

AO3 / Completed 

Modern AU / Bellarke / The Delinquents

“Hey guys, it’s me, Bellamy Blake, and tonight on Ghost Watch we’re going to be investigate a house owned by Clarke Griffin. Her roommates, Monty Green and Jasper Jordan, called us in to investigate their home.

Welcome to Ark, Virginia. Welcome to Ghost Watch.”

“I’m going to murder you both and then this house will really be haunted.”

Clarke stormed across the living of the plantation house she shared with Monty and Jasper until she was nearly nose to nose with them and couldn’t decide if she was angry or furious. “I can’t believe you did this behind my back.”

Monty and Jasper glanced at each other. To Clarke’s frustration neither of them showed an ounce of remorse. Worse, they didn’t seem particularly afraid of her either but Jasper did hold up his hands in surrender. “In our defense, we didn’t think they’d really pick us.”

“We’re only minimally haunted after all,” Monty pointed out.

“We are not haunted,” Clarke hissed. “This is an old house and you two are crazy.”

“So you’re saying your paintings moved on their own?” Jasper challenged.

“I’m saying I probably moved them and forgot,” Clarke argued for what she imagined was the hundredth time. Even to her own ears, though, her tone lacked conviction. A month ago she’d gone down to her studio and found her father’s portrait on the easel when she would have bet her life it had been on the floor night before, waiting to be framed.

The only thing she could think to explain the reason for its move was she’d gotten up in the middle of the night and moved it before going back to bed, but just thinking about it made her itchy between her shoulder blades.

“What about the doors?” Jasper challenged, “You’re not seriously trying to say they’re opening by themselves.”

“You mean the very old doors which probably need new hinges?” Clarke countered.

“Old hinges stick,” Monty reminded her. “Not make things easier to open.”

“So my moved paintings and doors opening was enough to get the crew of Ghost Watch to come to this backwoods college town to investigate our supposedly haunted house?”

“Technically, your haunted house,“ said Jasper. “Which is why you’re the one who was supposed to sign the contracts which allow them to film.”

"Wait, supposed to sign?” Clarke spluttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Monty and Jasper exchanged looks. “We may have forged your signature on the contracts and sent them to the producer. They’ll be here next week.”

“For fuck’s sake, Jasper.” Clarke ran a hand through her hair, “I’m really am going to kill you both.”

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Can’t Stop This Feeling.[Peter Maximoff Drabbles].

*Gif credit

Title: Can’t Stop This Feeling.
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Female!Reader.
Words: 2165.
Rating: T(Mentions of sex).


Peter crossed his arms in front of his chest with a small puff, glancing over at Scott with piercing dark eyes, “Mind telling me who that is?” He asked, pointing his entire left hand across the room at you and Jean, “The one with Jean. I’ve never seen them around before.”

Scott furrowed his eyebrows together as he looked up, “Oh,” he huffed quietly, “that’s (Name). She’s new.”

“She’s cute.” Peter murmured under his breath, but still, loud enough for Scott to hear. “How new is she? Is she so new, that it’d be weird to go flirt, or has she been here long enough to-”

“I wouldn’t.” Scott mentioned, his expression changing ever so slightly when he caught eyes with Jean, “she’s looking at you like she’s going to kill you.”

“That’s nothing new.” Peter laughed to himself, “Girls usually look at me like that. I’m the bad-boy type.”

Scott laughed himself, a bit harder than he had anticipated, thus drawing more attention to the two of them, “Bad-boy type? Is that what it’s called?”


“I’d call it ‘a little too old for her’, but…” Scott shrugged his shoulders, giving Jean a small smile, “Maybe she’s into that. Why don’t you find out.”

“I will, watch me.”

“I’d do it soon, a babe like that won’t stay on the market long.” Scott teased, pushing back some of his hair.

“So, you think she’s pretty.” Peter chuckled slightly, his shoulders raising in amusement.

“Don’t tell Jean, she’ll kill me.”


“My name is Peter,” He looked down at you with playfulness in his eyes, “Peter Maximoff.”

Smiling politely at him, you nodded and uttered, “Yeah, I know. Jean told me who you are.” He couldn’t quite pinpoint what sort of tone you were using with him, but it sounded almost bemused, as if you were dreading the entire conversation that was about to take place, “I’m sure Scott told you who I am.”

“I mean, he told me your name.” Peter swallowed, leaning against the brick wall to the left, “that’s about it. He didn’t tell me that you’d be so pretty up close.”
You popped your mouth, nodding slightly, “do you always start flirting right away, or am I just lucky?”

“I usually wait until I’m three or four sentences in, then the flirting starts.” Peter admitted, giving you a cheeky, dimple filled grin. “Could be worse,” He gave you a small chuckle that came from his chest. The sound was deep, entrancing you for a few seconds. “I could be really cheesy, and I could go make you a mixtape of how I feel when I look at you.”

That made you smile. “You barely know me.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to.” Peter retorted smoothly, “So, I was thinking. Maybe, let me take you to dinner.”

Still smiling, you shook your head no and began walking away, “I don’t know about your record with girls, but, the good ol’ tricks won’t work on me.”

Peter blinked, turning so he could watch you walk away, “I will get you someday.” He informed you, “I promise you that.”

“I’ll pay for dinner the day that happens.” You promised back.


“I’m just saying,” You told Peter, rubbing your forehead as you did, “Twinkies are not the ideal meal. You gotta think about what you’re doing to your body when you eat them.”

“I’ll just run it off.” He teased, letting his gaze rest on your face as he took another bite out of his Twinkie. “I’m good at that.”

“I know you are.” You chuckled quietly, sitting back in your chair.

“I’m good at other things that burn calories too.”

“Like, what?” You asked, leaning forward, “Existing?”

“As a matter of fact, I exist very nicely in this world,” He smiled at you, “I mean, what would you do without me here? You’d burn less calories, because you wouldn’t have someone to nag, so that pretty mouth of yours would stay shut more often than not.”

“That’s true.” With a tilt of your head, you sighed dramatically, “Nagging you has become one of my favorite pastimes.”


“You look exhausted,” You told Peter, looking at him from across the counter as he walked into the kitchen. “Did you not sleep well?”

His response was slightly, and it was only a mumble as he sat down next to you. “Not really…”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, handing him the box of Cheerios quietly. He stared at them for a few moments, too tired to move his body any more.

“Just didn’t sleep well?”

He opened his mouth to speak, swallowing as he did. He could feel the bags under his eyes, “I’ve been having nightmares… A lot more than usual…” Puffing his cheeks out, he looked down at his hands, “Do you ever get them?”

“Sometimes.” Your shoulders shrugged ever so slightly, “Not often anymore… But, when I first… Discovered my ability, it scared me, and that gave me nightmares.”

Peter snorted, bemused. “Not the same as my nightmares, but close enough.”

“What are yours about?” You wondered quietly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He retorted sassily, though you could still hear the fatigue under.


You were almost naked in front of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of the newly revealed skin that you were giving him. He wondered if it was okay to stare or not. You were comfortable enough to strip in front of him, after all. But, you were only friends.

And a few seconds later, you were in the water, away from his wondering eyes.

Peter looked at you as you dived into the water with a laugh. Pushing back at thoughts that he deemed inappropriate, he played with his fingers. “Is the water nice?” He shouted at you, hesitant to join you. It wasn’t as if he didn’t like water, he just didn’t like obsessively big bodies of water. And this, was a big body of water. Or, to be more technical, it was a lake that you happened to stumble upon while walking around.

“It’s fine! C’mon! Don’t be a scaredy cat.” You shouted back at him, shooting a rather flirty grin with your words.

Taking a deep breath in, Peter tore off his jacket and threw it down with your abandoned clothing. Popping off his Nikes, he rested them neatly, pulling his tight, silver leather pants down, with his socks. A sudden wash of nerves hit his senses, biting at them. Reaching down, he grasped the bottom of his Pink Floyd shirt and tugged it off eagerly, leaving him nearly bare to your eyes.

He was pale, but not disgustingly so. In fact, the sun that was leaking in through the trees around would illuminate his skin, giving him an almost godly appearance. Peter smiled at you, his dimples showing themselves to your eyes. “Stop taking forever,” He hadn’t noticed that you pulled yourself out of the water, and were now standing beside him, “Before I push you in.”

“You wouldn’t-”

“HYAAAAAAAAAAA!” You screamed, jumping onto his back. The unexpected action surprised him enough to step forward a bit, his feet now in the water. Peter could feel your bare skin rubbing against his, and this made his face heat up, leaving the hot tingling sensation to rest on the tip of his ears, “Onward.”

“It’s cold.”


“You lied to me.” He pouted, hooking his hands under your legs to hold you.

“It’ll feel better soon, I promise.”

“You really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.” Peter chuckled, thinking back onto the promise he had made to you the first day he met you.

That, was something he still had plans for.


“Here,” Peter smiled at you widely, jogging slightly so he could catch up to you, rather than speeding his way there, “I made you something.” The grin on his face was childish, as he dug around in his pocket for something. Holding your school books close to your chest, you looked at him with adoration in your eyes as he tugged out a small cassette, “I told you I could get cheesier, and I did just that. Here are the songs I promised you. The ones that’ll tell you what I feel when I look at you.”

Handing it to you, you noticed right away that his fingers were shaky, “Thanks, Peter.” You smiled at him, looking down at the cassette and laughing at the name that was written on it, ‘The best jams. Like, Ever.’ “I’ll listen to it tonight when I’m studying.”

“Wait,” He grasped your forearm, stopping you from walking forward, “Come with me.”

You hesitated, but nodded as he began walking. You wondered if he knew that he walked naturally fast as well, or if it was something he did subconsciously. His fingers were hot against your bare arm before they traced down and cupped at your fingers. “I want you to listen to it right now.” He didn’t look down at you, as if he was afraid of doing that. His palms were sweaty, you thought to yourself, pattering your fingers against his for a few idle seconds as he stopped in front of you, gesturing to the ground. “Wanna sit, or stand?”

“Since you got this planned, what do you want my answer to be?” You chuckled softly, catching eyes with him. An involuntary shudder ran down your spine by the intensity of his dark eyes as he stared back at you.

“Stay standing, listen to song one, then, take those headphones off so I can kiss you.”

Your eyebrows raised in amusement as he pulled out his walkman, and handing you his black and silver headphones. Snuggling them over your ears, he plucked the cassette from your fingers and snapped it into his device and handed it back to you. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, pressing play on the walkman and waiting for the music to start. It was automatic, the piano notes of the familiar song ringing inside of your ears. REO Speedwagon, you thought to yourself, a wide smile spreading onto your face as the song officially started.

I can’t fight this feeling any longer, and yet I’m still afraid to let it flow.
What started out as friendship, has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

Peter looked at you nervously, biting at the tip of his right thumb. To say he was nervous was probably the biggest understatement in the world, at least, as of the moment.

I tell myself that I can’t hold out forever.
I said there is no reason for my fear.
‘Cause I feel so secure when we’re together.
You give my life direction.

You looked at Peter with wide eyes, your grip on the walkman decreased and you dropped it without a second thought, pulling the headphones out of your ears, before taking a few steps forward and jumping into his arms.

You make everything so clear.

The walkman was still playing on the ground as Peter let a small grunt escape his mouth at the sudden contact you gave him. Grasping at your sides to keep you steady against him, he laughed breathlessly, “I take it you liked it?”

“Shut your pretty mouth and kiss me.” You looked at him, slightly cross eyed due to the closeness of your faces. Lifting a hand up a bit, he tucked back some of your hair and craned his head down to plant a firm kiss onto your lips. At least, that’s what you were expecting, but much rather, you got a feathery sensation as he brushed his full mouth against yours, before allowing himself the pleasure of delving in for an actual kiss.

And if I have to crawl upon the floor, come crashing through your door.
Baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore.

Bonus Ending.
Peter peppered kisses along the bridge of your nose, up to your forehead where he let his lips linger for a few seconds longer than needed. Breathing in deeply, he smelt your shampoo and conditioner, which actually tickled at the inside of his nose. He couldn’t tell what scent it was, but he wanted nothing more than to dig his face into your hair even further, and just hold you close to him. He chuckled suddenly, his entire body rocking with the action. You blinked, glancing up at him with furrowed eyebrows that asked silently, ‘what’s so funny?’

“Where are you taking me for dinner?” Peter inquired, “I mean, you made that promise to me, and as of this very moment, I’m hungry.”

“How about I buy you a box of Twinkies and HoHo’s, we lock ourselves in my room, and we call it a date.”

“Fair enough.” Peter smirked slightly, “Let’s do it.”

Bonus BONUS Ending.
“Since you didn’t finish the mixtape, can we finish listening to it when we have se-”


Charles Xavier drabbles.

Just Friends ~ If This Is Love, Then Fuck It (part 42)


Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?


I come home for Christmas break today, instead of flying out to England, everyone is flying out to Australia this year. We’ve only done it this way two or three times before, everyone just wanted a bit of Sun. Most of my family is already out there, it’s just Josh, Angus, Evie, and I that are yet to fly out. We’ve landed, just waiting to be picked up by our parents.

I’ve been busy as fuck recently, do you know how hard it is to balance a social life and have lectures most days? Sure, when I was home the boys, girls, and I hung out all the time, but it was just different, we didn’t really do much, just ate, layed around, and insulted each other. With my friends back at university, we don’t exactly do much, but we all have different interests and get along really well, so we have weird chats about a mixture of things.

In my friend group I have Tori, Izzy, Juliet, Blake and all of his friends. Blake and I surprisingly get along really well, we had a lecture together and we talked a lot. Then Tori, Izzy, and I got invited to a party that one of Blake’s friend’s was hosting, we ended up in the ‘popular kids’ circle, where we met Juliet. She is the host’s girlfriend and I sat next to her, we hit it off really well, that’s basically my friend group now. Never thought I’d be friends with some of the biggest fuckboys. Who am I kidding? I’m best friends with Calum Hood.

My relationship with them all, besides the girls of course, can be flirty at times. I don’t return it, because I’m kinda taken by the love of my life. I just laugh it off, throw an insult, put them down, you name it. I’ve flirted back a couple of times but it’s all just jokes. They do know I’ve got a boyfriend, so they don’t go all hard-core. You see these people and you think they are gonna be the biggest dicks or so self centred, but they are actually some of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. They’re definitely not your stereotypical fuckboys, sure, they can be cocky as fuck or dicks, but not all the time, most of the time they are really caring, nice, kind, and funny.

We all get on really well and I couldn’t ask for any better friends. Now I know what you are thinking, what about the boys and the girls? We are still really close, drifted apart a little bit but we usually talk everyday. Luke hasn’t talked to me as much as we used to but I can understand that because he has been so busy.

There were a load of paparazzi pictures of Luke and another girl holding hands, coming out of a club. I confronted him about it, he just said she needed a ride home and was so drunk, so he helped her. I took his words and let it go because it seems like something he’d do.

I’m so excited to see my best friends again, you have no idea. I was a little sad to say goodbye to my friends but I gave them all a hug, before I was on my merry way.

“Mummy!” Josh, Angus, and I shriek as we spot our mum.

“Daddy!” Evie shrieks as she sees her dad.

“My babies.” She grins and pulls us each into an individual embrace. “I’ve missed you so much.” She tells me.

“I missed you too.” I smile.

“Where is everyone else?” Josh asks.

“They’re at home, it’s just me and Mark.” She explains.

“Can we go home? I really wanna see Luke.” I beg.

“Love you too.” She laughs.

“Mum,” I whine, “it takes an hour to get home from here, I need to see my friends.” I pout.

“Suck a dick Harper,” Angus laughs and pushes me towards the airport doors.

We make our way towards the car, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

“I’m so nervous” I state.

“Why? You should be happy.” Josh says.

“I know, I don’t know why I’m nervous.” I sigh.

“Maybe because you’ve got a new boyfriend called Blake.” Angus purposely says it a little louder so my mum can definitely hear him.

“I thought you were with Luke Harper?” My mum asks and I sigh.

“I’m gonna shove this pen so far up your ass, Angus.” I mutter. “I am mum, Angus is just being a dick. Blake is one of my friends from uni.” I explain.

“Oh, okay, is he cute?” She looks at me through the mirror.

“Um, what?”

“Is he cute? Could you see Evie with him?” She questions.

“What the fuck, mum? I’m not gonna let him near Evie, he’s not exactly one for relationships.” I answer.

“Honestly, is he hot though.” Evie asks.

“There is someone called Luke, you know,” I say. “Do you wanna see a picture of him?” I question with a sigh.

“Finally,” Josh cheers.

I pull my phone out of my bra then go on my camera roll, looking at the picture we took past nights. “Here,” I pass my phone to Evie.

“Holy shit, you actually know this guy?” She questions,

“Geez, Harper, you should really hop on that.” Angus laughs.

“Do you guys not like Luke or something?” I ask.

“Of course, but like, have you seen him?” Josh says.

Yeah, I have. I’m not gonna deny that’s he’s hot.

“Luke, my boyfriend for nearly a year in January.” I cry out.

“I’m sorry, Harper. We’ll stop, you already have a hot boyfriend.” Evie apologises.

“Key word- my boyfriend.” I tell her.

“Who would you pick Evie? Blake or Luke?” Angus questions.

“Well Harper already has Luke, so sister-code and all that so, I’d have to go with Blake. Though, Luke is some fine piece of ass.” Evie says.

“This conversation is over, Luke is mine, you guys can have Blake, but he is one of the biggest fuckboys ever, so feel free to get your heart broken.”

It’s a while later now and we are coming up to our road. I’m so excited to see my people’s. Everyone is at our house, all the guys, the girls, and all of our family that made it over.

My mum parks the car, and Josh jumps out, me following, then Evie slams the door behind us. Angus comes out of the front seat, closing his door at the same time as my mum, causing it to make a loud bang. Mark parks his car on the curb, the sound of David Bowie filling my ears. “Oh my God, he’s so cringy.” Evie mutters her face in her palm.

“Holy shit, it’s so hot.” I whine and unzip my hoodie.

“You ready to go in?” Mum asks us.

“Uh, yeah.” I nod.

We walk in and I take in the familiar scent of vanilla, nothing has really change but it just seems weird to be here again.

“Everyone is in the garden.” Mark informs.

I glance out of the kitchen window and see the familliar quiffed hair. Walking out of the back door and into the garden, looking at all the decorations that have been put up. Fairy lights are hung up, some in the trees, for some reason a load of balloons have been blown up, they are amusing the little ones.

I see all the boys and girls talking and laughing together. Luke turns his head, just taking a look at everything, when suddenly we make eye contact, causing a huge grin to appear on both of our faces.

“Go get him, Blake has nothing on him.” Evie tells me.

I run up towards him and throw myself at him, Luke instantly catches me, nuzzling his face into my neck, I wrap my legs around his waist, nuzzling my face into his neck. I wrap my arms around his neck, whilst he has one hand on my waist, and the other on my thigh. Luke places a few kisses on my neck before we pull back and look at each other. Luke has something weird lurking in his eyes but I look past it, because I’m finally seeing my boyfriend again.

“You’re actually here.” He whispers and I nod with tears in my eyes. “Don’t cry, baby girl.” He smiles.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I tell him and wipe away the few tears that fell.

Luke presses his lips to mine, something I’ve been craving for months. Our lips move together slowly, full of passion. Usually I’d try and decline a kiss from Luke if we were around family, but that’s probably the last thing on my mind right now.

Luke licks my bottom lip and I gladly let him in, we explore each others mouths for the first time in months, and damn does it feel good.

“I love you.” Luke tells me as we pull apart.

“Love you too,” I repeat back in a heartbeat and I always will.

“I know you are in love and all that, but I kinda missed Harper too.” Michael interrupts us, making me chuckle.

“I’ll be with you in a minute.” I tell Luke and give him a quick kiss.

He lets go of me and I walk over and hug all of my bestfriends. “I’ve missed you all so much.” I tell them.

“Looks like you’ve already moved on though,” Maddie mutters.

“Shut the fuck up or I will actually move on.” I threat.

“Woah, period Harper is here again.” Maddie teases.

“No, I finished that a couple days ago.” I inform her.

“Oh, thank God.” Luke says.

“Yes!” Ashton and Luke high five.

I ignore them and go and say hello to everyone else, which fucking hell, I didn’t know I knew so many people.

“Could I have your attention everyone?” I hear the familiar voice of my dad.

“No, my attention is not on you.” Angus shouts.

“I will disown you,” he tells him, causing us all to laugh. “Moving on. Could I have my beautiful girlfriend up here?” He asks.

“That sounds so weird, considering their age.” Michael speaks up and I nod my head in agreement.

I lean my head back on Luke’s chest, as he wraps his arms around my form, giving my head a kiss.

I watch as my mum walks up to my father, a small smile adorning her face. He greets her with a kiss on the cheek.

“Holy shit.” I gasp.

All of sudden my dad gets down on one knee, pulls out a red velvet box and opens up, reavealing a beautiful ring. It looks like the one she used to wear on her finger before they had a huge fight.

I remember the fight, I had just gotton out of the shower, I looked down the stairs and saw my mother and father. They were screaming at each other, then suddenly she rips the ring off her finger, throwing it at him, then walking out the door. I burst into sobs, but had to cover my mouth in case he heard me, and then I ran into my room, before calling Luke.

“Woah, babe, why is your heart beating so fast?” Luke quietly asks and removes his hand from my heart.

“I’m not really sure…” I trail off.

He does the whole speech, whilst my mind goes back on memories of the many fights they had.

I’m happy that they are gonna do this, I love them and all, but I just can’t help my mind going back to all the dreadful and terrifying memories.

“So Sarah, will you marry me, again?” He questions.

“Of course, Andrew.” She nods and wipes away some tears.

He takes the ring out of the box, gingerly slipping it onto her finger, they stand up and give eachother a kiss, before hugging. Everyone claps and cheers for them.

I try to suppress an eye roll that came from no where.

“You okay?” Luke whispers into my ear.

“Uh, yeah.” I nod.

“Harper, you’re like an open book to me. You’re not okay.” He says.

“Umm, uh…”

“You’re scared aren’t you, why are you scared?” He asks.

“I guess, I’m worried that it’s gonna happen all again.” I admit.

“It’ll be fine, I promise, if they do start again, you’ll always have me.” He smiles but there is something about his smile that seems off.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

“Yeah, why?” He asks.

“You seem a little off.” I tell him.

“I’m fine, don’t worry.” He kisses me.

“Okay.” I shrug and give him another kiss.

Luke and I go up towards the newly engaged couple. “Congratulations, mum and and dad.” I grin and go hug them.

“Thank you, dear.” My mum smiles.


“LUKE!” I scream as he tackles me into the pool, him coming with me.

Resurfacing and spitting water out of my mouth. “Yeah, babe?” He innocently asks and pulls me towards him.

“I hate you, I wasn’t ready to jump in yet.” I pout.

“Sorry, baby.” He kisses my pout.

I wrap my legs around his waist, causing his hands to go to my ass. “You’re forgiven,” I smile and squish his cheeks together.

“You guys are so cute it makes me want to put my hand in a blender.” Ashton says.

“What the fuck?” I laugh.

“You’re really cute.” Luke tells me.

“What do you want?” I sigh.

“What do you mean?” He questions.

“You only call me cute when you want something,” I inform him.

“Am I not allowed to call my girl cute?” He asks.

“Whatever,” I smirk.

“I mean, you’re more hot than cute right now to be honest.” Luke laughs.

“Because you can see my cleavage?” I question.

“Pretty much.” He nods with a laugh.

“To think you were actually giving me a complement.”

“You know I think you’re beautiful.” He smiles and gives me a kiss.

Unexpectedly, the kiss gets pretty heated, it’s slow and passionate.

It’s Christmas day, nothing has really kicked off yet. We’ve only opened our presents and that’s it. We’re all waiting for Christmas lunch/dinner, which will be in an hour or so, we all decided to some it at our house this year. Luke slept round last night, then his family came over at around 8 o'clock. Most of my family have gone to a hotel not that far away, we’ve only got one spare bedroom and my grandparents are staying in there.

Erika, Maddie, Ashton, Calum and Michael are over right now, only for a little bit before they go home and finish off their Christmas with their own families. We’re just chilling by the pool or sun bathing.

Erika and Maddie are sitting at the edge, dangling their feet in whilst they talk to each other. Calum, Michael, and Ashton are swimming and messing around together, although Ashton is on his phone whilst in the pool, which with past experience; is not very wise.

Luke presses my back up against the side of the pool, removing a hand from my ass, to my hair. Luke begins to trail kisses down my neck and I lean to the side to give him more access.

“Alright, we don’t need to watch you guys fuck, we’ve got Maddie and Erika for our porn subscription.” The voice of Calum hood interrupts us.

“At least I’m getting some.” I tell him.

“Shut the fuck up, Harper.” He yells.

“Love you.” I say in a sickly sweet voice.

“You’re in for it, White.” Calum threats and flicks water at me, causing me to squeal.

Soon enough, Calum and I are in a war. I pick up a water gun from the side of the pool and I start spraying Calum. Luke turns his back on me and passes Calum the other one, making me spray Luke.

“I’m defenceless!” He cries out.

I make my way out of the pool, only to feel Luke’s arms wrap around my waist, causing me to scream.

“Luke!” I giggle.

“Yes, baby?” He ask and kisses my neck.

“Get off me.” I beg.

“Not a chance.” He smirks and sweeps me off my feet, running towards the pool again.

“No, no, no, no, NO! Luke, please! I’ll do anything for you!” I plead.

“Anything?” He questions holding me above the water.

“Yes, anything.”

“Promise you’ll never break up with me?” He asks.

“Why would I break up with you?” I question.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“I promise I’ll never break up with you if you promise to not throw me in, so put me down.” I promise.

“I promise, thank you.” He grins and puts me back down on the ground. All of a sudden Luke pushes me into the pool.

So much for promises.

“I’m breaking up with you!” I declare as I resurface.

“What? No, you can’t do that.” He whines.

Luke dives in, splashing me in the process. “You can’t break up with me, you promised to never break up with me!” He states.

“You promised not to throw me in.” I tell him.

“I didn’t throw you in though.” He claims.

“Whatever, we’re over.” I inform him.

“Babe!” He pouts.

Luke proceeds to try and kiss me but I don’t kiss him back. “I have a boyfriend.” I tell him.

“Damn right you do.” He says.

“Here he comes, hey Michael! Babe, come and defend me, I’ve got a weird creep trying to hit on me.” I call do Michael.

“No! I’m your boyfriend.” He moans and drop he and down on my shoulder.

“Could you please not touch my girlfriend,” Michael asks Luke.

“Nooooooo, Harper,” he groans. “If Michael was your boyfriend, could he do this?” Luke questions and puts his hands on my boobs, causing me to burst out laughing.

“Okay, I’ll take you back,” I smile and place my hands over his hands, which are still on my boobs. “You don’t have to hold them anymore, Luke.” I inform him.

“Kinda like holding them to be honest.” He shrugs and gives them a squeeze before holding my neck and kissing me instead.

It’s a while later now and I’m currently texting in the group chat, not the originals, but my uni friends.

Me: my parents got engaged the other day

Blake: only recently?

Me: they were married but got a divorce when I was 15, it’s a long story.

Tyler: so you want me to go with you as a date? Geez, didn’t think I was gonna meet the parent’s just yet. 😏

Me: no, I’m gonna take my boyfriend, you dick.

Izzy: who’s your boyfriend Harper?

It’s become an inside joke between us all, I think they know I’m dating Luke but I’ve never admitted it. Luke doesn’t even know how much he is talked about.

Me: I’m not going into this today

Blake: Harper, Michael Clifford didn’t post any pictures of you and Luke Hemmings did he? Nor did Ashton Irwin post videos of you guys practically fucking with him making a funny voice over?

“Irwin! Clifford!” I scold.

Me: nope

Tori: strange 🙊

Me: I hate you guys :(

I send a picture of me pouting then put my phone down, before crawling onto Luke’s lap.


It’s a couple of days later now and Luke and I are currently in my room just messing around.

“When do you go on tour again?” I ask.

“A week tomorrow.” He answers and trails his fingers tips up my thigh.

“Do you have to go?” I pout.

“Kinda, yeah,” he nods with a laugh. “Anyway you’ve got school to go to, across the world.” He points out and kisses my pout.

“Why can’t we just live in Hawaii together?” I whine and roll onto my back.

“You’ve never been,” Luke laughs and straddles my hips.

“It could be even more magical then, like it’s the first time I’ve ever gone and also the last place.” I explain.

“That’s a bit depressing to be honest,” he notes as he kisses my neck.

“You would think that.” I tell him.

“Just shut up, babe.” He laughs against my neck, causing me to shudder.

“Why?” I question, raising an eyebrow, even though he can’t see my face, as his face is buried in my neck.

“I’m trying to set the mood and I don’t know about you, but talking about Hawaii isn’t turning me on.” He informs as he sucks on the base of my throat.

“Who said this is gonna go further?” I tease.

“You know damn well that this is gonna go further than just a lil’ make out. Anyway, I’m Luke Hemmings, I’m trying to understand why your clothes are still on.” He lifts his head up, just so he can give me a smirk.

“Subtle,” I nod and reach for my t-shirts’ hemline.

“Do you actually want to do this? I mean, your family is right below us.” Luke asks.

“We did it yesterday.” I state.

“Yeah and nearly got walked in on by your aunt Lauren, Angus, and Reuben! I had to lay on top of you and pretend we were sleeping.” He exclaims.

“There’s food and Gavin and Stacy going on, they won’t come up here.” I tell him.

“If we get walked in on, I’m breaking up with you.” He says.


Luke takes his shirt off, throwing it to the side and dives to my now exposed chest. He seems a little apprehensive about it.

I play with the hair on the back of his head, cauing him to groan in pleasure when I tug on it because he sucked on a sweet spot.

Luke trails down my stomach and rubs circles on my hips with his thumbs.

As he gets to the waistband of my jeans, he freezes.

“What’s up?” I question.

“Uh, n-nothing,” he stutters and unbuttons my jeans.

I shrug it off and lay my head back on the pillows.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He whispers and does my jeans up again, before crawling off me and sits on the edge of my bed.

“Luke, what’s wrong?” I question and scoot towards him.

“Uh, I can’t do this to you any more.” He says and passes me my shirt.

We both put our shirts on again and I watch Luke intently.

“Luke, what’s going on?” I question, my voice filled with worry.

“Uh, just kiss me and make it special.” He tells me.

“What?” I question.

Luke just walks towards me and presses me against the wall. He gently places his lips onto mine and ever so lightly holds my waist. Luke works his lips against mine, agonisingly slowly. He gingerly slides his tongue into my mouth, our tongues mingle together before he pulls apart from me. I open my eyes and meet his tear filled ones.

“Come with me,” he says.

I follow him out of my door, down the stairs, and into the garden. My heart is racing, hands slightly shaking, and my palms are sweating.

Luke leads me towards the trampoline and climbs on it with me following. We lay down, facing the scorching Australian Sun.

“You gonna tell me what your mini breakdown was for?” I question.

“I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry.” He sobs.

“Luke, just spit it out.” I sigh.

“I-I ha-, no, when we were on tour, we went out one night, and I fucked shit up for us. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry for what I did, I can never forgive myself, I broke so many promi-”

“Luke, just tell me what you did,” I cut him off, tears forming in my eyes.

“I cheated on you.” He blurts out.

Just like that, my world comes crashing down. It’s like playing Jenga, you stupidly take out the wrong block and the whole tower of blocks come tumbling down. You could of easily taken an easier and different brick, but no, you had to take the fucked up one, the trickiest, the non convenient one, the most heart breaking one.

“Are you okay?” I ask

“What?” He questions, his voice breaking as he speaks.

“You’ve been hiding this secret for quite a while, by the looks of it. I could see something was eating you up, but I just looked past it. I don’t like when things do that to you.” I explain.

“Don’t Harper this situation.” He gives me a pointed look.

“Why’d you do it?” I ask, tears streaming down my face.

“I don’t know, I know it’s not an excuse but I was drunk, I was craving comfort from you. So a girl came onto me, I was drunk, horny, was needing your comfort, so I just took the closest thing, then it ended up here. I’m so sorry, Harper.” He explains.

“So your needs ruined this relationship?” I question, a sob following after.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it meant nothing to me. Please forgive me,” he begs.

“Forgive you? You just broke my heart with four words, did this past year mean nothing to you? Or these past eighteen years? Luke, our one year anniversary is coming up in two days!” I exclaim.

“I’m sorry, Harper, I really am.” He sobs.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Luke. How could you? Do I mean nothing to you? You promised me, I put my trust in you.” I cry.

“You mean the world to me, h-”

“Obviously not enough to your drunken state,” I cut him off.

“Harper, you need to understand me.” He begs.

“Why should I, Luke?” I spit.

“We love each other, you and I go together so well. I fucked up, I a-admit that, I’m sorry, I feel awful, you put your trust in me and I tore it into a million pieces, I broke our promises, I’ve wrecked everything, and it’s one thing that I-I’ll never forgive myself for and regret. Harp, I’m s-sorry, I’ll do anything for you, just understand that I’m sorry.”

“Love each other? Luke, you fucking cheated on me, you love me so much! You may be sorry, that doesn’t do anything.” I raise my voice through my tears. “The only thing you can do is leave me.”


“Harper! Luke!” I hear the voice of Lily squeal.

Luke and I have been arguing for a couple of hours now, I’ve gone through so many tears and sobs. I’m hurting so much, how could he do such a thing? I’m his best friend.

“Hello.” I try and greet with a happy voice.

“Hi!” She grins and climbs onto the trampoline with us.

“Why are you both crying?” She asks.

“We’re crying of laughter, you see, Luke made a joke saying that he loved me, and I believed him and put my trust in him.” I tell her whilst glaring at Luke.

“Harper,” Luke warns and leans his head on one of the poles that’s holding up the netting.

“What, Luke? Afraid of the truth?” I question.

“I don’t see how that’s funny.” Lilly says.

“Me either, Lilly,” Luke agrees.

“Lilly!” The sound of Lauren’s voice fills my ears.

“Yes, mummy?” She asks.

“Come on, leave Luke and Harper alone, they have some stuff to sort out.” She says and walks towards up.

“But I want to play with Luke and the trampoline.” She whines and I cough to get her attention.

“Maybe later, come on.” She nods her head towards the house, with her arms out.

“Fine, I’ll see you later.” Lilly pouts and waves.

Lauren gives me a sympathetic smile before walking off with Lilly on her hip.

Everyone that’s in the house knows that we’re arguing, mainly because we were shouting/screaming at each, I also saw a few of them in the kitchen window, from the corner of my eye, that was when it was a deafening silence and we were both crying.

I think anyone is a three mile radiance heard us.

“I don’t know what to say Luke, out of all the people in the world, I would’ve least expected it from you.” I tell him.

“Me too. I know I’ve said it a million times, but I mean it, I’m sorry and I regret it so much. I don’t even remember her name.” He sighs.

I roll my eyes at his response and play with a loose thread in my jeans.

“So this is it?” I ask.

“I think so.” Luke nods.

“We couldn’t prevent it Luke, you brought this on yourself.” I say.

“I know, please don’t be broken, you don’t deserve it, I’m not worth it. You’re right, I brought this on myself, I regret it. Maybe if we’re meant to be we’ll meet again some time.” He sighs.

“I guess this is what you get if you date a rockstar.” I bitterly chuckle.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Harper.”

If this is love, then fuck it, I don’t want it anymore

Nap At The Cabin

“I realized that we have been here for a couple of days, and I haven’t even given you a tour, so now is the time!” Zoe said into her vlogging camera, walking through the cabin. “I’m not sure if I even told you what’s happening. Alfie, Joseph, Y/N, and I have decided to run away from society!”

“Only for a week!” Alfie chimed in from the background.

“Oh yes, there’s that little fact. We are out here for a week total, in this adorable little cabin. I mean, look at this kitchen!” She panned across the room, where Alfie was mixing a few drinks.

“Hello.” He smiled and waved at the camera.

“Now over in here is the living room area, with probably the most comfortable couch in the world.” Zoe turned the camera back onto her face as she walked from the kitchen to the living room. “I don’t think Joe has moved from it since we arrived….” She trailed off as her eyes fell on something behind the camera. “Oh my gosh..” Her voice was hushed as an excited smile grew on her face. “You guys, look at this!” She quickly flipped her camera around to show the living room, more specifically, the couch.

On it was Joe stretched out, face slack and eyes closed as he slept. But that wasn’t what drew Zoe’s attention, instead it was the other body curled up against her brother, also sleeping peacefully.

“Alfie, come look!” Zoe called quietly, pulling her phone out to capture a few pictures of Joe and Y/N snuggled up together on the couch.

“Awe, look at them!” Alfie cooed when he walked in. “They look so cute together!”

“That’s what I keep telling them, and yet they refuse to believe me.” Zoe shook her head, giggling softly. Both froze though as Joe shifted slightly in his sleep, his arm wrapped around Y/N pulling her closer, who sighed contently in response.

“We are never letting them forget this.” Alfie chuckled once the sleeping pair and settled.

“Nope.” Zoe responded before remembering her camera and turning to finish her tour of the house.

An hour later, Joe shuffled into the kitchen where Alfie and Zoe were sitting at the table. He rubbed a tired hand down his face, blinking over at his sister and her boyfriend.

“Ello.” Joe mumbled, flopping into one of the seats.

“Good nap, broseph?” Zoe leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she grinned.

“Was alright. That couch is too comfy.” He responded, running a hand through his hair. Joe glanced between the couple grinning over at him. “What? Don’t be weird.”

“Oh, just that you and Y/N looked pretty comfy in there.” Alfie said casually, stirring his drink with his straw. The couple laughed softly as Joe’s cheeks flushed red.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, picking at the place mat on the table. “We just fell asleep watching tv, that’s all.”

Zoe hummed in agreement, glancing over at Y/N as she walked in as well, smiling at the three, shooting Joe a confused look at his flustered face.

“What is going on in here?”

“Nothing.” Joe said quickly, shooting Zoe and Alfie a look.

“Just talking about yours and Joe’s little nap.” Alfie smirked over at Joe, chuckling at the glare he got in response.

“Oh.” Y/N blinked, her own cheeks flushing red.

“This is going to be a great next few days!” Zoe clapped her hands together excitedly, looking between Joe and Y/N.

Questions...- A Henry Mills One-Shot

Title: Questions…
Request: Can you write an imagine about Henry and reader making out and Snow and Hook walking in on them? And Hook asking a bunch of questions that make everyone so uncomfortable Lol
Pairing: Hook x Henry Mills x Reader

“Where the hell is Henry?” Hook asked Snow.
“No idea, let’s go check in his room.” Snow responded.
“Alright.” Hook said.
They walked up the steps, going to Henry’s room.
Snow opened the door, “Henry?”
Snow and Hook were met with a strange sight.
Henry had his girlfriend, Y/N, against the wall.
They were hard core making out.
“Henry!” Snow exclaimed.
Henry pulled away, “Oh crap.”
“Um…” Y/N smiled, “Hi.”
“Nice one lad.” Hook chuckled.
“Ok I’m leaving this is weird. I’ll forget what just happened, don’t bring it up again.” Snow said leaving the room.
Henry and Y/N stared blankly at Hook.
“We didn’t interupt anything did we?” Hook asked.
“No.” Henry responded.
“It was nothing.” Y/N added.
“Kissing your girl against a wall isn’t nothing.” Hook responded, “If you need some tips I’m here.”
“Oh my god just stop.” Henry said.
Y/N giggled, “That’s kinda funny.”
“You two weren’t going to, you know…?” Hook asked.
“No!” Henry responded.
“I don’t think so.” Y/N added, “I think I’m gonna leave, bye Henry.”
She hugged him, and left Henry’s room.

“I can teach you the art of seducing a woman if you’d like.” Hook said.
“No, I’m fine.” Henry responded, “I was just kissing her.”
“I saw your bloody tongue go into her mouth.” Hook added.
“So?” Henry asked.
“Put your hands on her waist, not her shoulders. And mess with the hair.” Hook suggested.
“Thanks?” Henry said.
Hook nodded, “Aye, are you two still virgins?”
“What? Why do you want to know?” Henry exclaimed.
“Just asking. The answer is no, I guess.” Hook smirked, “You should change that.”
“This is weird.” Henry said.
“I’m trying to help lad.” Hook responded, “Don’t be creeped out.”
“Too late.” Henry added.
Hook smirked, “I think it’s my cue to leave. Call her, tell her sorry and invite her back over.”
“Yea, no.” Henry responded, “Well maybe.”
“You like her, a lot I can see. Don’t let her go.” Hook smiled.
Henry nodded, “I won’t.”




anonymous asked:

hi! can i request another wolfstar hc where sirius realizes he's in love with remus or vice versa?

  • It’s breakfast, and Sirius keeps stealing Remus’ bacon from his plate when he realizes.
  • And it’s so sudden because it’s just another day, just another breakfast, just a piece of bacon… but for some reason it brings about a realization that hits Remus square in the chest.
  • He was watching from the corner of his eye as Sirius’ fork inched closer and closer to his plate once more, until it strikes, stabbing a crispy bacon and popping it into his mouth
  • Pads, I swear to godric, take one more piece and I’ll disown you forever.”
  • But Sirius only smiles, chewing happily, and dropping a wink, “Nah. You love me too much for that.”
  • James snorts, helping himself to one of Sirius’ sausages, but Remus has gone still, staring at Sirius.
  • Because he can’t find the joke in the statement
  • He can only find… truth.
  • His mouth is moving before he realizes it and he’s suddenly mumbling out the words, “Yeah, I do..”
  • And Sirius raises his eyebrows over his goblet of pumpkin juice, “Sorry, what was that Moons?”
  • And Remus just swallows hard, shaking his head in a ‘nothing’ way because he can’t just say it. 
  • Not like it’s some nonchalant thing you say over breakfast like, “Did you hear about the Weird Sisters going on tour? What about that scandal at the Leaky Cauldron? Oh, by the way, did I mention I’m in love with you?”
  • No, Sirius deserved better than that.
  • So, he did the only thing he could think of that would be enough of a hint… for now.
  • “Here,” Remus pushes his plate towards Sirius gently.
  • Sirius looks surprised at first, but then a slow grin spreads across his face, “You’re sure? Thanks, love…”
  • And Sirius leans forward to press a soft kiss to Remus’ cheek.
  • And Remus just smiles back and shrugs in a ‘don’t worry about it’ kind of way (but what he really means is what’s mine is yours. Oh, did I mention that I love you? I love you.)
  • But all in good time, and now is most definitely not the time
  • So he settles on lacing their fingers under the table, and when Sirius sends him a questioning glance (you okay?), he just smiles because yes, of course he’s okay
  • He just doesn’t know how he didn’t realize it sooner.

sorry if this is shit, i’m so tired and this was longer than i thought it’d be

Imagine taking care of Elliot after he got into a “fight” with Mr. Robot…

You came home from work to see Elliot sitting outside the front door on the pathway steps.

“Elliot?… w-what happened?”

He looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

“He hurt me again.”

Breathing in deeply you felt your heart break. You helped him up and brought him inside sitting him down on the couch.

My poor broken Elliot.  You thought as you began to grab a cloth and fill a bowl with warm water. 

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So Cr1tikal is pretty unknown thief for a while. He does these small heist here and there. And it isn’t some interaction with Fakehaus or FAHC that makes him big, oh no it one big heist he does.

All by himself, of course all the camera catch is nothing but a guy with his hood up and what looks too be a penguin mask. He does a few more jobs, and now he has this weird cult following. The media’s going crazy, news station starts asking “Who is this new masked man in los santos!”

“Is he with notorious FAHC or maybe Fakehaus. Whats his name!” Everyone screams.

And so a few weeks past silences, then one day. At 12:00 at midnight on the dot. All the local news station glitch out. An suddenly there a video playing of a man in a red hoodie. Sandwhich in one hand, spray can bottle in the other. In one of Los santos most profitable Banks and he writes along the walls.

Hi my name is Cr1tikal

anonymous asked:

Elite Ten members watching porn, please ?

Oh my gaaaaawd. Would this be nsfw??


  • He is currently blushing on the floor right at this moment.
  • Has no idea why he is watching this in the first place.
  • Just closes all the tabs and clears his browser history before thinking of happy thoughts.


  • She is pointing out every weird detail here.
  • Laughs at everything they’re doing to be honest.
  • She still finds it pretty embarrassing to watch this.


  • He at first has no idea what he is going to watch. 
  • Acts like nothing happened.


  • She is crying, she is freaking out, she does not understand what is happening.
  • Doesn’t approach the internet for quite awhile.


  • Just looks at the screen, a bit uncomfortable.
  • Starts questioning a lot of these videos.




  • He kind of just laughs at the videos.
  • Quite some educational videos right? It’s far too graphic!
  • He has no idea how to react though like this is just too much for him to watch.


  • Forgive me, mother.


  • He surprisingly handles it better the second time he watches these things.


  • Is so confused, like how can people be so comfortable with showing these things to the world.
  • She is too young for this.