okay this is the last picture of myself


first selfie on this blog??? 😱

A Little in Love || Jack

Request: 6!!!! ‘oh my god, you’re in love’ JACKKKKK

the Maynard’s/Pieters pad is still a thing for the purpose of this imagine


Jack’s POV

I woke up feeling cold. Immediately, I rolled over and cuddled closer to my girlfriend, (Y/N). We had only been officially together for a few months, but she already spent most of her nights with me. She was my favorite person in the whole world. I couldn’t help but lay my face in the crook of her bare neck, pressing my lips to her soft skin. Somehow, even after a night’s rest, I could still smell her perfume. Coconut, my favorite. She let out a quiet giggle, turning to face me. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice quiet having just woken up.

“Morning to you too,” I laughed.

“I was having a perfectly good sleep,” she pouted, “and you woke me up for no reason except to say morning?”

“So I like to wake my girlfriend up with neck kisses,” I shrugged, “sue me.”

“You’re lucky you’re just irresistibly cute,” (Y/N) said, a smile growing on her face. I grinned and closed the small gap between us with a kiss. I rolled a bit on top of her, holding her down against the bed and kissing her a little stronger than before. Her hands immediately went to grip my hair.

When her phone started going off obnoxiously, I reluctantly pulled away from her. She sighed and reached over, shutting off her alarm. “That’s right,” she sighed. “I’ve got work.”

“No,” I whined, pressing my forehead against hers. “Call in sick.”

“I can’t,” she said, pushing me off of her lightly so she could get up. “You know I can’t.”

“You did last week.”

“That’s cuz I was actually sick, Jack,” she laughed.

“Yeah and we got to cuddle all day,” I reminded her, reaching out to pull her back into bed.

“Sorry, not everyone can be stay-at-home YouTube sensations like you,” she teased. I fell back on the bed with a laugh, folding my hands behind my head, watching her put her clothes back on. She truly was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. “Take a picture,” she smiled, turning to face me again as she pulled her shirt over her head, “it lasts longer.” She walked over to me to place a kiss to my cheeks. “I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“Okay,” I smiled. “Have a good day.”

A few minutes after (Y/N) left, I dragged myself out of bed, throwing on some joggers and a t shirt. When I walked out of my room, Josh and Conor were sitting on the couch playing each other in a game of FIFA. “A shock to see you out of bed before 2:00,” Conor teased.

“I mean, you’re one to talk,” I laughed back. “When was the last time you showered anyway?”

“Alright, piss off,” Conor said, still fighting back a smile. “So why’d (Y/N) run off so early? Finally getting sick of you?”

“Nah she’s got work,” I said, scrolling through my phone. “She should back ‘round later. Told me she’d call me.”

“You’re in so deep,” Josh laughed. “There’s never a day she’s not here.”

“I mean she is my girlfriend,” I laughed. My phone buzzed in my hand with a text from (Y/N). I’ve been here for less than an hour and I already wish I hadn’t gotten out of bed. How much longer til I can come cuddle again?

I smiled and texted her back, I told you you should’ve called in sick. Think about it, we could be cuddling right now if you would’ve just listened to wise old Jack. “Oh my god,” Conor suddenly said. I looked up at him. “You’re in love.

“Shut up,” I scoffed, feeling my cheeks blush. “I am not.”

“You are!” Josh agreed. “You’re in love.”

“Shut up!” I said again.

“Have you told her yet?” Conor continued.

“No I haven’t told her yet,” I said, “because I’m not in love.”

“You’re just scared to admit that you’ve fallen for her,” Josh laughed. “I mean, it’s bloody obvious that you have, but you’re just afraid to say that one little word.”

“Because I’m not in love!” I said sternly.

“Mate,” Conor laughed, “you’re going to have to admit it someday. It’s okay to be a little in love. I mean, I’d think you were a robot if you weren’t.” My phone vibrated again and I immediately read the text from (Y/N). “Wise old Jack,” she wrote. I think you’re forgetting that I’m three months older than you and about a hundred times wiser. A smile spread across my face involuntarily again.

“I’ve never known someone who could make you smile that much,” Conor said. “That’s got to count for something, right?”

I sighed, typing a quick response back to (Y/N) before looking up at the boys again. “Okay, fine, maybe I’m a little in love with her,” I mumbled. The boys let out cheers, Conor tackling me in an unnecessary hug. “Shove off!” I laughed, pushing him off of me. “You two need girlfriends. You’re way too invested in my love life.”

Love Bleeds Red

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader

Crossover: Criminal Minds

AN: Part 1 of my new series! And just a random title ig it kinda fits and I’m sorry if any characters sound ooc. Plus this will mostly be based on memory with what they would say in the show.

Summary: Reader is part of the BAU and comes to NYC for a case where her boyfriend Lin lives. The more the reader learns about this case the more she fears for Lin’s life as the unsubs victims matches Lin’s description.

Words: 1768

Warnings: crime scenes and everything in between with that; mentions of murder; angst


Reader’s POV

“Yeah, I miss you too.” I smiled like an idiot.

“Princess, we’re about to go over the debriefing for the new case.” Morgan leaned against the small wall separating my desk space from the others. I placed my hand over my phone pulling it away from my ear.

“Okay give me a sec.” I told him before putting the phone to my ear as Lin began talking. “No Lin, it was just Morgan relax. I have to go.

“Stay safe please.” He begged me. I smiled softly. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too and I’ll be fine. Okay? Yeah. Bye.” Ending the call I put my cell in the front pocket of my blazer. Pushing myself out of my chair I made my way to the debriefing room where my team was.

I made my way into the room and found a seat besides Spencer. On the screen showed shots from the crime scene.

“Last night a body was found in a dumpster in an abandoned alleyway. The victim was identified as Anthony Gonzalez.” JJ pressed a button showing the next photo a family picture of Anthony and his family.

“Cause of death?” Morgan asks, leaning back in his chair.

“He was stabbed to death, over 20 times, but the victim showed signs of strangulation as well.

“Wouldn’t that make the killing personal to the unsub?” I asked as I analyzed the photos of the crime scene.

“It’s not definite if it was personal to the unsub but to the person the message was aimed at.” She stated.

“There’s a message?” JJ nodded before clicking to the next slide.

“The stabbing and the strangulation, its most probable to say that the unsub did it out of anger. You see with how tight the neck was squeezed it seems to be close to the point of fracture, the unsub wanted to be up close and personal, wanting to feel the victim struggling wanting to be in control to showing dominance and the stabbing to the chest, very close to the heart it leaves us to believe for him it’s a sign to his own broken heart because look at the message.” Reed rambled on pointing the the next picture with words painted in blood on the brick wall.

‘You broke my heart so I’ll break yours.’” Emily read aloud.

“So that leaves us that the unsub is a male in his mid 20’s to early, to late 30’s.” JJ concluded.

“Everyone get what you need and meet at the jet in 30.” Hotchner dismissed us. I stood up from my seat and walked out with the team. I pulled out my phone sending a quick text to Lin.

“So how are you and Lin?” Derek casually asks as he leans against your chair as you get what you need.

“Everything is great.” You smiled towards him. “And I feel kind of jittery right now.” I told him truthfully as I slung my bag over my shoulder. He looked at me confused before arching his left brow.

“Why?” I smiled slightly.

“Because this case is in NYC where Lin lives and I haven’t seen him in a few months….I miss him and when we’re there if we even have the time during or after the case I want to go see him.” I explained to him. He nodded in understanding.

“Yeah I get that.” I raised and eyebrow at him, looking at him in disbelief.

“You sure about that Mr. Playboy?” I said teasingly, walking past Derek as he mockingly laughed. I grinned, walking up the few stairs, through the glass doors and to the elevator.


“There’s been another murder.” JJ told the team, she made her way down into a seat besides me.

“Was there another message?” I asked as she opened her laptop.

“Yes, the NYPD sent me these.” She showed the team the pictures. “Luis Montoya.” A picture showed the body.

“Same memo, strangulation and what? 20 stab wounds?” JJ nodded. Looking at the man I felt a queasy. It’s not because of the body, I’ve seen plenty of crime scenes and photos but it looks like there’s a type the unsub goes for. Black hair, brown eyes, goatee, latino.

“It seems to be this guy is going after Mexicans, that’s the only connection I see.” Derek commented.

“No, it’s more than that, I’ll call Garcia and ask her if the two victims has any connections other then their ethnicity.” Reed stated, pulling out his phone.

“This is the ever so wonderful Penelope Garcia how can I be of assistance?” I cracked a smile.

“Hey baby girl we need you to work your magic and find a connection between the two victims.”

“Wait two? I thought there was only one victim.” I could hear her tapping away at her computer, probably looking up the recent murder. “Luis Montoya.” She then said. “Age 35, about 5′9, no children and no family.” She stated.

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“I will see what I can find.”

“Thanks Garcia.” Hotch says before Reed hangs up the phone.

“What was the message?” I asked. JJ clicked something and another image came up.

‘Why him?’ It read in the victim’s blood.

“He’s definitely doing this out of rage and heartbreak, hell even jealousy from the looks of it.” I say, leaning back in my seat.

“When we land, Reed, JJ you’ll be coming with me to the NYPD. Morgan I want you and Prentiss at the first crime scene. And Rossi you take Y/N to the more recent one see what else you can find.”


“You’re awfully quiet.” Rossi commented as we rode in the black SUV on our way to the most recent crime scene. I brushed a strand hair out of my face.

“This case worries me.” He glanced at me before looking back at the busy streets of New York.

“Why? We’ve dealt with worse unsubs then this.”

“I know that!” I growled in frustration. Lifting my hands I raked them through my hair. “It’s just the unsub’s victim type…he’s going after men with some sort of latino, Latin American descent, and what if Lin becomes the next victim? He fits the bill so far. And it can’t be a coincidence-” I was cut off when I heard Lin’s all too familiar voice rapping. “There’s a reason why I keep my phone on vibrate.” I mumbled to myself as Rossi chuckled.

“Lin hey is everything all right?” I could hear Chris talking in the background.

“Are you here in New York?” Was what he asked me. I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was such a dork but he’s my dork.

“Yes I am, for work. I’m heading to one of the crime scene’s now.”

“Well I was wondering whenever you’re not super busy being a sexy badass that we can see each other? I don’t care where or when I just have to see you.” Looking out the window, my eyes narrowed at the light in my eyes.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll see what I can do but I promise you that I’ll see you before I leave. Okay?” I asked. Lin sighed on the other line but it wasn’t an irritated one it was a sigh in content kind of way.

“Okay. Stay safe.” I smiled.

“Always am. I love you.”

“I love you too princessa.” A blush crept up my face.


“Bye.” He said in his adorable dorky way before hanging up.

“I’m sure Lin will be fine. There’s thousand’s of people in the city, the chance of him being the unsub’s next victim is very slim.” Rossi told me as he parked by the scene where the second murder took place.”

“Thank you Rossi.” I told him gratefully. He smiled as we got out of the car.


It’s been a long day. From what we learned today the connection made between the victims were their looks, their ethnicity being Puerto Rican, age and height and that they’re both single but the funny think is they both had a connection to some kind of art.

I opened the door to my hotel, ready the crash at any second. Dropping my bag at the foot of the bed I kicked my shoes off, shrugging my blazer off I through it on the table nearby and crawled on top of the bed. My eyes closed, I felt myself being lulled into a deep sleep.

“What the heck I gotta doooo for you to answer meee.” Lin’s voice attempt to sing his song ‘What the heck I gotta do’ with his own twist, blared from across the room on the table. I groan into my pillow making no move to move from my spot. It was so comfortable. The singing stopped before it started back up again. Cursing under my breath I trudged my way out of the comfort of the hotel bed and dug my phone out of my blazer pocket sliding the green button on the screen to the side.

“What is it Lin?” My voice sounded groggy as if I was asleep, I wish.

“Y/N.” I perked up when I noticed how nervous his voice sounded.

“Lin what’s wrong?” I ask him.

“I got back from walking Tobillo and I found a package in front of my door and when I opened it…” He trailed off.

“Lin what was in it?”

“It was pictures of me. And not the pictures you would have someone take of you like this guys whoever he was, was like stalking me and he left a note.” His voice was higher.

“What did it say?” I asked.

“You took her away.” I heard him gag. “He also left a photo of someone’s body.” His voice sounded strained. “Oh god how can anyone do this to someone.” My eyes widened in horror. Ripping my phone away from my ear I sent two photos of the victims of when they were alive to Lin before pressing the phone to my ear again.

“Lin listen to me carefully I sent you two pictures can you tell me if it was either of those men?”

“It was the second one.” He told me.

“Oh my god.” I felt my stomach drop. “Lin get inside lock all the doors and windows.” I told him as I ran out of my room and to Hotch’s.

I banged my fist against the door until he answered it.

“What is it?” At this time the rest of the team were out of their rooms lookin gat us.

“We have a problem.”

Bad Teacher

Here’s a smutty little one-shot especially for my teacher pals.  Reblog and tag a teacher who needs a pick-me-up!  Happy weekend, fellow Supernatural-loving educators!!!

Another late Friday night at my desk.  Boo.

I sigh and pick up my red pen, accepting that it’s still going to be a while before I finish grading essays and can head home.  I unwrap a package of crackers and shove one in my mouth.  Not the healthiest dinner, but it’s not like I have anyone at home to cook for.  Not this weekend anyway.

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Choosing the wrong Priorities Part 1

This is part one of a two part story in which Harry wants to use the Hendall ship to be in the news more. His girlfriend isn’t too fond of that idea though.  I hope you’ll like this story. According to Wattpad, it’ll take about 5 minutes to read. Also, I’m using Kendall’s name because of her relationship to Harry. I don’t have anything against her personally. 

Coming home to him was what I thought about the minute I shut the door behind me when I left in the morning. He would be asleep, now that he got to stay home more and I’d have to leave him behind with his cheeks flushed and his plumb lips slightly open as he snore quietly. The urge to kiss him would sometimes overwhelm me and I’d steal a small peck. When I came home he always told me that he loved the gentle kisses I gave in the morning. That it gave him a sense of what we were, each other’s.

And it was because of this that I would never have imagined what tumbled from his lips that night. I was absorbed into a different world when Harry sat down by my side and carefully pulled my book from my grasp, trying to make me give him my full attention.

“We need to talk about something. S'important, love.”

His words worried me at first, but I relaxed when he smiled warmly. I scooted back on the bed to make more space for him and sat into a cross-legged position.

“What is it?”

Harry cleared his throat and pushed some of his hair back that had fallen into his face. I resisted to grin, admiring how handsome and genuinely beautiful he was. I loved the way his green eyes sparkled in contrast to his black shirt and how soft the skin of his neck looked. The pink of his lips.

“Remember how I told you that I would be meeting with Jeff today to discuss some ideas he had?”

I nodded, recalling it to have been a few nights ago when we were cuddled up in bed.

“Did it go well?”

“Yeah. He’s got some pretty cool ideas for what the guys and me should do for our comeback. We really need to get right back into business, you know?”

“You will,” I said confidently. “You’re adored so deeply as well as widely.”

“I sure hope so,” he chuckled. “But there is this one thing Jeff proposed I should do. He said it’d be in order for people to not forget about me. And you won’t be too fond of it, but I must remind you that it would be really good for me.”

When the only answer he got was a frown he continued, his fingers twitching nervously in his lap.

“Y/N, there have been a lot of pictures of us together lately. In a restaurant, you and me grocery shopping, entering this house.”

“None of them are displays of affection. They’re no prove that we’re dating,” I interrupted quietly.

We had agreed to keep our relationship as private as we possibly could. Only immediate family and friends knew. And Harry’s management of course. Naturally, we did spend time together outside our apartment and of course paps occasionally snapped pictures of us, but with neither of us commenting on them, there wasn’t much of a story for anyone to tell.

“I know that,” Harry agreed, “but Jeff says that he gets questions about us every day. He’s worried for our relationship and how I’m gonna be treated by the public once I’ll get back into the spotlight.”

“So you mean he’s worried for your image.”

Harry hesitated before muttering: “He doesn’t want every question in the interviews we’ll give to be one that I can’t answer honestly.”

“I understand that,” I assured him, lacing my fingers with his gently, “but I’m already worried about Jeff’s proposition.”

A small smile danced on his lips when I caressed his cross tattoo on the back of his hand.

“It isn’t that bad,” Harry mumbled, though he avoided meeting my eyes. He took a deep breath. “Jeff wants me to kiss Kendall and have some paps photograph it.”

His tone was slightly higher than usual and I was hoping that he was joking.

“I’m sorry?”

My voice stayed surprisingly calm for someone who’d just been told that her boyfriend was to make out with one of his ex girlfriends. I knew that he was still on good terms with her and that they occasionally met up when he went to LA, but he always assured that their friendship was solely platonic. And now they were to change that for it to be her in the pictures and not me?

“Magazines would talk about it for a while and it’d allow rumors about us to calm down again. He’s throwing a party next weekend and thinks it would be the perfect place.”

“I know he is,” I said dubiously and pulled my hand from his grasp. “You invited me to go with you, remember? Are you just gonna take Kendall instead while I’m to stay home and act the good girl?”

“Actually,” Harry began but trailed off when he finally met my eyes.

“What?” I growled.

He took a deep breath. “Jeff says it’d be ideal for you to be there as well. Just to make it more believable. I would leave with Kendall n'maybe give the paps some PDA while you leave shortly after. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter really so you can choose. ”

“Oh jeez, thanks, Harry.”

I let out a harsh breath and shot off the bed. Harry watched as I stomped over to the window, putting space between us.


“What happens if I say no?” I asked, finally my voice reflected my emotions by trembling.

Harry scratched the back of his neck. “S'not really an option. Kendall already said she’d be fine with it.”

“Of course she is.”

He dropped his head and pushed himself off the bed as well.

“Look, it’s only half as bad as you think it is right now. It will all be a show to please everyone and that’s it. You n'me are still together aft-”

“Are we?” I shrieked.

My fingers shook heavily, my vision was blurred as my eyes drowned with tears and Harry watched me with an almost frightened expression on his face. I felt like laughing at him. He had obviously expected this to go much different. Easier I supposed. With less resistance and more understanding on my part. But how could I? It felt like he was willingly replacing me with her.

“I mean,” I began and backed off when he moved closer to me, “Jeff knows right? And you know that you’re my boyfriend, right? Not hers. And that I am your girlfriend, not her. That it’s me who’s coming home to you, not-”

“It’s not about her, Y/N!” he interrupted, his voice resounding from the walls. “I know that I’m with you-”

“Then why can’t I be the only one who kisses you?” I yelled and forcefully pushed away his outstretched hands when he reached for me.

I stepped further back and held up my own hand, signaling him not to come any closer.  

“I can’t understand how you could possibly think that I would agree to this. Why would I?”

Harry turned away and pulled at his hair in frustration. “I thought you cared about me doing well in my career, that’s why.”

“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me,” I said, the tears falling rapidly. “You’re my best friend and I love you. Of course I want you to do well.”

His green eyes sparkled with sympathy when he turned to look at me as my fingers hastily brushed the water from beneath my eyes. Guilt crossed his features.

“It’s not fair of you to try and bribe me,” I mumbled.

He stayed silent and the only noise remaining was my heavy breathing mixed with the faint sound of traffic outside. When he spoke his voice was quiet and careful.

“I can ask Jeff if you being there is really necessary,” he tried to soothe me.

“That’s not the point, Harry.”

He shook his head and let himself fall back down on the mattress with a groan, hiding his face behind his palms. I wrapped my arms around my middle and stared at him wordlessly. When he removed his hands again he spoke with finality in his voice.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Truly. But this is going to happen. I understand why you’re not thrilled. M'sorry about that. But you’re making this a bigger deal than it has to be and I’m sure that if you’d just went along with it, you’d see that it’s the best solution for our problem.”

The compassion hadn’t quite left his eyes, but he looked at me like the discussion we were having was  over. Like it was him who had ultimately the last say in this. I raised my eyebrows. My bottom lip quivered when I spoke.

“Then it’s going to happen without me.”

“That can be arranged. M'sure Jeff’ll understand that you don’t want to be there when-”

“No”, I interrupted quietly. “I mean, then it will happen completely without me.”

Harry tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing. He looked so lovely. Even with his forehead glistening and his curls a mess on top of his head from being pushed back roughly repeatedly. I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced myself to continue.

“Either you stay with me and don’t do this, or you kiss her, but then you and I are over.”  

His mouth dropped open and he got back to his feet. I was glad when he didn’t try to move closer again.

“You’d break up with me?”

My heart hurt at how soft and vulnerable his voice sounded. The green eyes filled with disappointment as his jaw tensed and the vain in his neck got more visible. I cleared my throat.

“I don’t want to be with you when I’m not good enough for your standards.”

“Who said anything of that?” Harry asked, annoyance clear in his tone.

“You did when you said kissing Kendall would be good for you and the solution for our problem!” I shouted, emphasizing the last word.

I forced myself not to back away again. Fighting with Harry felt awful and wrong. Our relationship was always one of loving words, not arguments. He always playfully said that he was more of a lover than a fighter anyway.

“I get it, okay? Having pictures of you and a hot model cruising through the internet is way better than pictures of us.”

“Y/N”, Harry tried, but there was nothing for him to say. He had already said enough.

“I feel like you’re asking if it’s okay for you to cheat on me and it’s not.”

“It’d be for my fucking job, Y/N!”

“It says nowhere in your contract that you have to make out with a model to hide your relationship, Harry! This is just a stupid idea from your manager to hide your problem, as you put it, and for some reason you find it a brilliant one! Your career wouldn’t suffer if you’d refuse this proposition.”

Harry looked at me like he couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“You’re just being difficult. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant. It’s just a fucking kiss for god’s sake.”

And with that, we walked out on me, leaving me by the window with tears rolling down my cheeks. He didn’t even look back. I jumped when the sound of our front door shutting echoed. Not quite believing he just left I let out a broken hiss and angrily brushed the rest of my tears away. My feet carried me to our wardrobe where I stood onto my tiptoes to reach my duffle bag. I felt my heart break into pieces but I knew that I was doing what was right. I loved Harry. I truly did. But if he couldn’t see that he was mine as much as I was his, then this relationship wasn’t a healthy one. His words kept replaying in my head. You won’t break up with me over something this insignificant.

“Like hell I won’t.”

Harry POV

The sun hid behind heavy grey clouds as the trees marking the way swung back and forth with the wind. I shuddered. It felt as if the London air refused to stay warm for even one minute longer after sunset. My fingers pulled at the sleeves of my shirt and it only now occurred to me how long I must’ve stayed out. When I left Y/N standing in our bedroom the thin material had been more than enough to keep me comfortable. I scratched the back of my neck, guilt spreading from the pit of my stomach up to my throat. The keys between my fingers shook heavily as I noticed the lack of light in the house in front of me.

By coincident my former schoolfriend John had come to the city and after leaving Y/N to cool off I decided to pay him a visit. He hadn’t met Y/N and I wondered if it was smart to go to him after an argument with her. Usually the person I talked to was Gemma, though it wasn’t like Y/N and I fought often, on the contrary. She was always understanding, loving and too kind for the world. This had been the first time where she hadn’t supported one of my decisions, even when she disagreed, she at least supported me. How she couldn’t see that me getting associated with Kendall Jenner was a good thing, was beyond me. Of course I understood jealousy. God knows I felt it often enough, but this wasn’t about being unfaithful to her, it was about promoting myself. Furthermore, a happy management meant more pay and more favors, like days off.

Due to John not knowing Y/N, I figured if anyone wouldn’t hesitate to call me out if I was in the wrong, it’d be him. And he was.

While yelling back and forth with her, it was a mystery to me how Y/N could possibly act the way she did. Why she refused being a help in my career, her, the person meant to always support me, even when it meant me having a meaningless make out session with Kendall. But after voicing my request a second time, the realization of how much of an asshole I’d been came crushing down onto me. Of course she couldn’t bear the thought of watching me kiss my ex girlfriend, no matter how fleeting our relationship had been. The mere thought of another man’s lips pressing against her soft ones made my insides turn. John had sighed and even admitted his surprise that she didn’t slap me. I found myself wishing she would’ve so we’d be somehow even.

“Don’t get me wrong”, John had assured, “I’ve seen Kendall and if I had the chance then I certainly wouldn’t push her out of bed. Tell you what, there’s hardly anything I wouldn’t do to have those legs wrapped around-”

“What’s your point?”

John had barked a laugh and reached out to clap my shoulder. “Your girl, Y/N, only has to cross your mind and your whole face lights up. I’d say you’re pretty whipped.”

I cleared my throat, nodding at his statement. I truly hadn’t ever been as in love with someone as I was now. Maybe that was somehow an explanation to why I sometimes struggled to

“I know you have to stay popular and all”, John had spoken gently, squeezing my arm, “but is it worth losing the girl who has you completely smitten with her and is just as utterly smitten with you?”

No. The word I spoke before practically running out of John’s hotel room and the word echoing in my head now as the fear crept up my chest. Our home looked so empty. My stomach felt as if in knots when I discovered that our front door was locked. It seemed odd, since Y/N wouldn’t have left our home without securing it, I’d reminded her of that often enough. There were no lights on, and even when she slept she normally left at least one lamp alight. But she couldn’t have left me this fast, right?

After not spotting her in our living room against my predictions, I quietly made my way to the stairs. I skipped the last few as I hurried up into our bedroom where I had left her. But this room, too, was empty. Instead, on the very bed Y/N and I had spend a night filled with kisses and whispered promises less than 24 hours ago, were our sheets in a heap and the shirt and shorts of mine she had been wearing today. My heart stopped and salty water shot to my eyes, drowning them instantly. She really was gone.

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Stiles was pissed.

I mean I can’t say that I blame him, I was a complete and total bitch, but for tonight he decided to put that aside for Heather.

Stiles and I, like most things, went to nursery school together, at that point we were already best friends, but nursery school is where we met another good friend, Heather.

Today was her birthday party and since the three of us were so close when we were younger, Stiles decided that he was going to pretend that he wasn’t totally hating being in the same car, let alone the same house as me.

I was trailing behind Scott and Stiles, everything between the three of us was silent, except for the clicking of my heels against the concrete.

“What?” Stiles asked Scott who kept looking at his feet.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Scott asked, looking around.

“I mean ‘what’ and you know what.” Stiles insisted, making no sense.

“What ‘what’?” Scott insisted.

“That look you’re giving.” Stiles said as he rubbed his chin.

“I didn’t give a look.” Scott said, not looking at either of us.

“You gave a look.” I piped up, but I was ignored.

“Oh, there was a distinct look, Scott.” Stiles insisted.

“What look?” He asked, slightly annoyed by our friend.

“The look that says that the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party.” Stiles insisted, waving his hands around and pointing at Scott.

“It’s not that.” Scott insisted, shrugging his shoulders. “It just seems weird going to another high school’s party.”

“But Scotty, that’s the best kind of party you can let all of you inhibitions fly out the window and you don’t know anyone who will be around to judge you later. But please, just have one drink? Stiles and I have known Heather since nursery school, and she promised that she would introduce us to all of her friends.” I said and the boys gave me an odd look at the first part of my statement.

“Tonight, no Allison, no Lydia. Tonight we’re moving on.” Stiles declared and I couldn’t help but smile. Apparently my harsh words had actually gotten through to him.

“You’re right.” Scott said as he checked his phone, quickly stuffing it back into his pocket.

“That’s right I’m right.” Stiles said, making a random, spastic gesture.

“Moving on.” Scott said, he and Stiles turning to face each other as we slowed to a stop.

“Onward and upward!” Stiles exclaimed, pointing upwards.

“Let’s do this!” Scott exclaimed, pumped up by Stiles’ pep talk.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Stiles said and they did a weird double high-five thing before making their way up the driveway.

“How’s my breath smell?” Scott asked and I rolled my eyes.

“We’re not smelling your breath, Scott.” I sighed.

“Do you have any gum?”

“No. No gum. You’re fine.” Stiles said, slightly annoyed.

“Can you at least tell me what kind of party this is?” Scott whined and I sighed.

“It’s a birthday party.” I said as we walked through the door. The three of us barely came to a stop when Heather noticed us.

“Stiles! Hi!” Heather said, completely ignoring Scott and I, as she walked over.

“Hey! There’s the birthday gir-” He began, but was cut off by Heather’s lips on his. My jaw dropped as she pulled away, grabbing Stiles’ hand.

“I’m so glad you made it.” Heather practically purred as she gave my crush the stare down.

“Me too.” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew that he had that adorable smirk was plastered on his face.

“Come downstairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine.” She said and my heart sank to my stomach.

“Yes.” He said and eagerly followed Heather down the stairs to her cellar. 

“I need a drink.” I practically sneered as I stormed off to the kitchen.

I had no idea how much time had passed, all that I knew was that I was actually starting to feel great. I couldn’t quite see straight, but I didn’t care, all I cared about was the drink in my hand and the song that I was dancing to.

“Liv!” I heard someone shout over the music and I stumbled as I stopped dancing, causing a fit of giggles to bubble out of me. I rested my hand on the person’s shoulders as I balanced myself and their face slowly came into focus.

“Ooh, you’re cute! You look like Stiles!” I giggled as I pulled my face closer to his, trying to get a better look, then I gasped. “Wait! Are you Stiles? Noooo, you can’t be him, he hates me. He’s having sex with burfday gurrl.” 

I made a disgusted face and gulped down the rest of my drink at the thought of Stiles sleeping with someone. I picked my head up as the song changed and I gasped.

“I love this song!” I exclaimed, swaying my hips a few times before I looked down at my empty cup and whining. “I need more.”

I let go of the guy’s shoulder and stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing a random bottle and refilling my solo cup. I turned around, taking a sip of the bitter liquid, and looked up over the rim of my cup to find that guy right there.

“Why are you following me?” I asked and he opened his mouth to answer, but I cut him off. “Nevermind, I don’t care, you’re hot. Dance with me!”

I grabbed the guy’s wrist and pulled him back over to the dance floor. I turned my back to him, pressing my body to his and rolling my hips to the beat. I hoped that he could be the guy to help me get over Stiles, but that changed when he took a step back, causing me to stumble and almost fall before turning around to face him.

“What’s wrong?” I pouted, my eyes wide, tears welling in them as an idea hit me in the face. “Am I not pretty enough?”

“No, it-it’s not that it’s just-.” He began before he shook his head. “Come on, let’s get you home.” He said as he put his hand on the small of my back and guided me through the house, he took the drink out of my hand and set it on a table. We made our way outside and he helped me into the passenger’s seat his car. We were silent for a few minutes as he drove down the road.

“You know, I’ll sleep with you if you want me to.” I slurred, as my head lolled to the side so that I could look at him and his head whipped towards me for second before he averted his eyes back to the road. “But don’t expect to ever hear from me again, I just- I just need to sleep with you so I won’t love Stiles anymore.”

He said nothing and I sighed, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy. I curled up into a ball in the seat, staring at the handsome man driving as my eyes began to shut.

“’M sleepy…” I muttered and he gave me an affectionate smile, resting a reassuring and on my knee.

“Go to sleep.” He said and I nodded, his soothing voice was all that I needed to convince me to close my eyes and let sleep take me.

Little did I know, I was being rocked to sleep by my best friend’s infamous powder blue Jeep.

I groaned as I woke up. My head felt like there was someone with a jackhammer trapped inside, trying to drill their way out. My eyes slowly slid open and I saw that, luckily, all of my curtains were closed, not even letting so much as a peep of sunlight stream into my room. I sat up as slow as possible, tossing my feet over the edge of the bed and shuffling to my bathroom in desperate need of a shower, I wasn’t sure weather I was the one that smelled like alcohol, or if the stench was branded into my nostrils.

I stood in the shower for quite a few minutes, trying to remember what happened last night and how I got home. The last thing I remember was a whole bunch of people cheering as I downed shot after shot in attempt to drown my pain. It hadn’t worked, of course, I still had the picture of Stiles and Heather kissing burned into my brain.

When I was finally clean and no longer smelled alcohol, I stepped out and wrapped myself in my fluffy robe and shuffled back into my room, not expecting Stiles to be sitting on my bed, staring at his clasped hands.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. You were pretty wasted last night.” Stiles, not looking up from his hands.

“Oh god.” I sighed as my shoulders slumped. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.”

“You were trying to hook up with some guy, and I figured that it was time to get you home.” He said, face tinged pink as he played with his fingers.

“Lovely, I’m a slutty drunk.” The bitterly sarcastic tinge in my voice got Stiles to finally look up from his hands as I walked over to my closet.

“Actually you said something about only wanting to hook up with him to get over someone else.” Stiles said, curiosity lacing his words and I froze.

No, no, no, no. He can’t know. I know him, he’ll get all awkward and ignore me for the rest of my life. I’d rather pine from a distance and be his friend than have him avoid me for forever.

“Liv?” Stiles called, pulling me from my internal freak out. I forced myself to relax and search for a decent outfit.

“I was drunk Stiles, I was probably trying to get over Taylor Lautner, so thank you for saving me from an awkward and scary morning after.” I said, keeping my voice monotone as I dug out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a light blue tank top. I closed the door to my closet most of the way, hiding me from Stiles as I changed. 

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” I asked hopefully and I could hear Stiles’ sigh.

“No, I’m not mad.” He said begrudgingly and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You seriously have no idea how happy I am to hear that .” I sighed as I pulled my top over my head and stepped out of my closet, making my way over to my vanity. “Though I would never blame you for never speaking to me after the horrible things that I said. I am so sorry for saying them.”

I glanced behind me to see Stiles wearing a sad smile as I pulled my hair into a loose bun, attempting to ease my hangover in anyway possible. I started on my makeup as he sighed again.

“I don’t think I could ever not talk to you, you’re my best friend, Liv.” I paused my eyeliner and gave him a grateful smile.

“Do you think I could catch a ride with you?” I asked as I flicked wings onto the top of my lids, trading my eyeliner for my mascara.

“Of course you can.”

“I don’t see anything.” Derek said as I took a sip of my mom’s truck stop coffee, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose.

“Look again.” Scott insisted quietly for my benefit.

“How is a bruise gonna tell me where Erica and Boyd are?” Derek asked rather loudly and I groaned.

“It’s the same on both sides. Exactly the same.” Scott stressed.

“It’s nothing.” Derek insisted.

“Pareidolia.” I muttered, taking another sip of my bitter drink and everyone looked at me with blank faces, except for Lydia.

“Seeing patterns that aren’t there.” Lydia explained for me, still greeted by blank faces. “It’s a subset of apophenia.”

“They’re trying to help.” Scott whispered and Derek was instantly pissed.

“These two. This one who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you.” Derek said sarcastically to Lydia before turning to Allison. “And this one, who shot about thirty arrows into me and my pack.”

“Can we argue quietly, please?” I grumbled as I held my head, leaning into Stiles’ side and he wrapped his arm around my waist, making my heart flutter.

“Okay, alright, now, come on. No one died, alright? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. Now that’s what I call an important distinction.” Stiles said, trying to put a positive spin on everything.

“My mother died.” Allison whispered to Derek.

“Your family’s little honor code killed your mother. Not me.” He replied in a hard tone.

“That girl was looking for Scott. I’m here to help him, not you.” Allison said, clearly annoyed by the sourwolf.

“You wanna help? Find something real.” Derek said before walking away.

I jumped as Coach slammed a book onto his desk, signaling that he was about to begin is very loud lesson.

“The stock market is based on two principles. What are they? Scott, glasses off. Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom.” Cach dismissed Scott and I, very slowly, pulled off my sunglasses. “Anybody else?”

“Uh, no, Coach, I know the answer.” Scott said, and Coach began to laugh very loudly, before his face went serious.

“Oh, you’re serious.”

“Yeah, it’s risk and reward.” Scott said and everyone, except for Stiles and I, stared at him, shocked.

“Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall?” Coach asked as he made his way down the aisle to Scott. “Don’t answer that, I like you better. I like you better.

Coach nodded and pointed his finger approvingly at Scott before standing up and looking around. “Does anyone have a quarter?”

“Yeah.” Stiles said as he pulled his hand out of his pocket, causing a condom to go flying and I could feel my face heat up.

“Stilinski, I think you, uh, you dropped this.” Coach said as he picked up the XXL condom off of the floor, smiling at Stiles as he handed the condom to my friend, trading it for the quarter. “And congratulations.”

I could feel everyone’s eyes on Stiles and I looked over to Scott, only to see his ‘dude, you never told me’ face and I put my head down. I was too hungover for this shit. 

I know it’s always dangerous when I retreat into my head because I start to overthink things, but I couldn’t help myself this time. Why did Stiles have a condom? For a second, I thought, there’s no way that he’s having sex, he’s so awkward and nervous when it comes to girls, but then I thought back to last night before I got completely wasted. Stiles went down to Heather’s basement with her to have sex, he was probably going to meet up with her after school.

I got so lost in my thoughts, that the next thing I knew, the bell was ringing and I slipped my glasses back on, rushing out of class before Scott or Stiles could question why I was suddenly quiet.

I had gotten a ride home from Allison and managed to sleep off my hangover before Stiles called me to help him and Scott do research on Beacon Hills First National Bank.

I was woken up by whatever I was laying on, suddenly not being under me anymore. I let out a small groan as my head hit the floor and curled into a ball on my side, taking over a warm spot. I let out a happy sigh as I drifted back to sleep.

“Liv. Liv, wake up.” I heard a voice coax but I just groaned, reaching a hand out to push them away. “Come on, Liv, we have to get to school.”

My eyes fluttered open and I realised that I was in a dream. A perfect dream that I never wanted to leave. I was cuddled up to Stiles in his bed as he brushed my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. He pulled away and smiled at me with love in his eyes, I smiled back as I somehow managed to pull myself even closer to him.

“Let’s skip today.” I muttered as I admired his handsome features.

“We can’t we have Coach’s quiz today. We have to get up.”

“I don’t wanna, Mi, I want to stay here forever.” I said with a smile and he smiled back

“Olivia, wake up!” Stiles shouted, but his voice had changed and I could feel the dream world slipping away from me. I groaned as I opened my eyes for real, narrowing my eyes at Scott as he took his hand off of my shoulder.

“I hate you right now.” I said as I sat up and cracked my back.

“You were talking in your sleep.” Scott said as he scrunched his eyebrows. I stood up and stretched out my back before making my way over to Stiles’  dresser in search of a new shirt.

“What did I say?” I groaned as I realised that I could’ve let my crush slip to Stiles.

“You said ‘I don’t wanna go, Mi’.” Scott said before cocking his head, “Who’s Mi?”

I laughed at my friend’s confusion as I pulled out a red v-neck and walked over to Stiles’ bed, tossing the shirt down as I pulled my own over my head. “If Stiles hasn’t told you his real name by now, it’s likely that he never will.”

I pulled the shirt over head when Stiles walked in, stopping in his tracks, mouth open slightly like he was going to say something. I raised my eyebrows at him as I tugged the loose fabric over my body, tucking the front into my black shorts.

“Uh, earth to Stiles.” I said, waving my hand in front of his face, before walking past him, grabbing my makeup bag out of my knapsack and making my way to the bathroom, shutting the door and pressing my back to it, closing my eyes and grinning as I thought about the way that Stiles had looked at me only seconds before.

Tag List- @edward-lover18

27 Dresses (Part 12)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – Fluff

Word Count – 1,539

Notes – I’m so sad to see this one end!!  I’ve had so much fun writing this fic!  It’s made me laugh, it’s made me cry, it’s made me want to scream!  This is the longest series I’ve written so far, but I’ve loved every word.  I hope that you guys have enjoyed it!  As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!”

*Special tag:  @stories-from-stark-tower

Part 1  

Series Masterlist


Originally posted by mebeingbored1



“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.  “About how you felt?  Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I don’t know, Steve,” you admitted as you hung your head, staring at the floor.  “I guess I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way about me.”

“How did I miss that?” he wondered as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck.  “All these years and I never saw what was right in front of me.”

Your head shot up as you stared at him, wide eyed in shock.  Was he saying what you thought he was saying?  Steve walked toward you, his hand reaching out to cup your face as he drew you closer to him, his lips crashing down on yours.


Steve pulled away after a moment and looked at you.  You gave him a questioning look in return.

“Maybe we should try that again,” he suggested.

“Yeah,” you agreed as you drew him back toward you.

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High School Reunion

Pairing: Y/N/Exhusband!Michael

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 11.600+

Summary:  Y/N tries to collect herself together at an old the high school reunion with friends from her teenage days. But she literally can’t enjoy herself in fear of meeting her ex husband and old high school sweet heart Michael

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I was tagged by @garrulousgibberish (thanks Ran <3) to post my lock screen, home screen, last song I listened to, and a selfie; apparently it’s a new meme :D

Lock screen: this Stan O’ War moodboard because I love moodboards and this one is p much my aesthetic

Home screen: the beautiful piece I commissioned @peekabooitsmiko for a couple months ago, of the Stans walking in a winter forest! <3 I can’t stop admiring this picture and it makes me so happy every time I unlock the screen ;u;

Last song I listened to: TØP - Doubt

No selfie because I hate taking photos of myself -v-

Tagging: @probablyfakeblonde, @kazriku, @embulalia, @anfidersio, and @danidery (if you have done it already or don’t want to, it’s okay! <3)

But I said this last week tho and nobody was hearing me.
Oh okay.

Proves a point tho. Research before you formulate your theory based on something someone else posted.

The picture of her in that wheelchair made its way through the community and ppl were hoping on it saying it was from PLL and she was Bethany or the girl Spencer saw in her dream.

I didn’t see anyone say anything else (besides myself) until now.

Everything in me wants to move on. Stop caring. Not care how he is or what he is doing it how his grade in math is.
I don’t want to know how sports is going because I know that’s what he cares about. I want to be able to see his name and not feel like the oxygen is sucked out of the room. I don’t want to be able to pinpoint his voice out if a crowd of hundreds.  I don’t want to relax at the sound of his voice. I don’t want to almost have a panic attack because I have to be near him. I don’t want to shake when I see him talk to another girl.  I want to be able to breathe freely again. I want 3 am thoughts to be mine, not clouded with the memory of what we used to be. I don’t want to keep crying til I puke. I want to be able to feel like I’m on solid ground. I want to be able to look through my pictures and not constantly be reminded that I lost him and I will never be able to get back what I lost, because it was never mine in the first place. I don’t want to keep soaking his hoodie in tears because its the last tangible thing I have of the man who I loved and who broke me. I want to be able to see my eyes shine again. I want to be able to say that I don’t want him back and I’m okay and actually mean it for once. I want to stop lying to myself and to everyone else.

I want to be able to look at him and not feel a knife in my chest.
—  I just want my life to be my own again..

Okay, so first of all- English is not my first language so there are probably a thousand mistakes here. Secondly, this is my first “fanfic” ever so bare with me haha. I just couldn’t help myself after drawing this picture. I hope you like it!


Mike didn’t think he was ever going to see her again. Over the last few months he almost started to believe what people were telling him. That she was gone forever. That she was dead.

Yet there she stood, slightly hiding behind chief Hopper in Mike’s hallway.
- “El..!” He was in shock. All of the feelings he had felt the day she disappeared, the day she defeated the Demogorgon, the day he kissed her- it all came rushing back as he ran up to her and threw his arms around her in a tight hug. His heart was pounding, both from nervosity and excitement and he could feel tears of relief running down his cheeks, but he didn’t care to wipe them. He didn’t even care that everyone was staring at them. His parents, Hopper, Nancy and Steve. All he cared about was that El was finally here. He held her even tighter before slowly letting go to take a step back. He dried the tears with his sleeve. El was confused.
- “Sad?” she asked.
She looked different, almost hollow. Her hair had grown quite a bit and her skin was pale as snow. She was skinnier than he remembered too. And there was something in her eyes that he had never seen before, as if everything she’d been through since her disappearence had stored up in there, making her look sadder than ever before. But he smiled.
- “No, not sad.”
He hadn’t realized just how much he had missed her, even explaining things to her. He continued. “Sometimes when people are really really happy- they cry. I just… I missed you. A lot. That’s why I’m crying. I’m just happy.”
She slowly nodded to confirm that she understood.
- “I’m happy too.” she said and smiled shyly.

Eleven didn’t leave his side for the entire night. She sat close to him on the couch while they were watching tv, sat next to him at dinner and he could just barely go to the bathroom alone.

When the night came however, Karen insisted she slept on the bed they had put in the basement for her and El reluctantly obeyed. Mike could tell that she was upset, so he ran up to his room to get her the blue sweater she had borrowed when they first met. He had kept it safe in the bottom of his drawer ever since then, just in case she ever got back. She accepted it with an soft smile and went to put it on; and after saying good night, she went to bed. Mike followed her example and went upstairs to his room to do the same.

A few hours passed and Mike was far too excited to fall asleep. All he wanted to do was run downstairs to the basement so he could be with her. Just to see her and make sure that this wasn’t all just one of the dreams he used to have of her returning.

Suddenly he heard a quiet knock on the door. He already knew who it was, or who he hoped it was, when Eleven slowly opened the door with tears of panic in her eyes.
“Mike…” she pleaded.
“You can’t sleep?” he asked, worried from seeing the look on her face.
She shook her head. “I’m scared.”

Without saying another word, Mike moved over to make space for her on the bed and lifted the covers so she could crawl in right next to him. As she lied down he slowly, nervously put his arms around her, protective as always. She moved a little closer to him and he started to fear that his heart was beating so hard it might explode out of his chest. He held her tightly, ran his fingers carefully through her hair and whispered:
- “Don’t you ever disappear from me again, El. Understand? Not ever…”
She could feel the warmth from his body. She finally felt safe. Right there in his arms, the only place in the world she ever wanted to be, she was safe.
- “I won’t.”
- “Promise?”
She smiled the most genuine smile she had ever smiled.
- “Promise.”

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Originally posted by fastcompany

Pairing: Deanxfriend!reader, SamxReader
Word count: 1,467
Warnings: Swearing
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Part 6 of Can’t Forget You

Sitting on your laptop that night, you popped a chip in your mouth. Dean stuck his head in your room, making you lean back in your chair to look at him. “Whatcha want, Dean-O?”

“Heading out for a bit. You need anything?”

You shrugged. “A normal, two parent family with 2.5 kids, a dog, and a college fund?”

Dean chuckled. “Work on that when you’re older. I don’t do diapers.”

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Don’t Let Me Go//Bellamy Blake

Inspiration- “Don’t Let Me Go” by Harry Styles


Bellamy’s P.O.V

I lay awake in bed dreading the day that lies ahead. Another day that I will have to go through without her. (Y/N) and I had broken up a couple of days ago and no matter what I tried to do, nothing made me feel better. I would find myself watching her from the opposite side of the camp and I could tell that she was pretending okay. It broke my heart but there was nothing I could do about it. 

I was the one who broke up with her. Little did I know, that I was nothing without her. I got out of bed and started gathering my knives and supplies. It was early, really early and my head was still pounding from crying last night. 

Looking around the room, I noticed a few pictures of (Y/N) on my bed. I took one and quickly shoved it into my pocket. I grabbed my pack and made my way to the gate to get started on this morning’s hunt.

Out in the forest, the minutes turned into hours but there was only one thing on my mind, her. I waited until I was alone and took out her picture. I examined the photo until I knew it like the back of my hand. The memories of that day started to come back to me all at once. (Y/N) and I had snuck away from camp to be alone and we found a bunker. 

She was so scared to go inside but I convinced her that it was okay. Inside, we found some old earth junk and messed around for a while. We found a camera and took so many pictures of each other, impatiently waiting for it to spit them out so we could finally see them. 

I kept a few of her and she kept the rest. When we eventually went back to camp, everyone was so worried. They were an hour away from sending a search party. Octavia was so mad at us, but I didn’t care. I was with (Y/N). I was happy.

“Bellamy, watch out!” I was pulled out of my thoughts by the group screaming my name. I felt a sharp pain in my right ear. “Fuck!” I screamed. “What the hell was that?!”

“Sorry.” Murphy said apologetically. “But you need to pay attention. What’s going on with you, man?” “Nothing. I am just out of it today.” I lied. “Well, my blade scraped your ear. I think you’re done for today, Bellamy.” he said looking at my ear. “Okay. See you guys.” I started back to camp. “Let Clarke have a look at it, okay?“ Murphy asked. I could tell he was sincere in his apologies but it didn’t make me any less pissed.

When I got back to camp, I headed straight for my tent. That was all of the human interaction that I needed today and I don’t think I could have handled much more of it. Entering my tent, I noticed that something was different. "Had (Y/N) came by and gotten some of her things?” I thought to myself. No, that’s not it.

The problem was that there was so much of her here. Her clothes, her shoes, things she had given to me; they all came together in my mind and I couldn’t think. I started knocking everything that reminded me of her to the floor, making a mess of the entire tent. I didn’t care, I did it more and more until there was nothing left in me, until all of my sadness and rage was gone. After that, it was all a blur.

Your P.O.V.

I woke up later than usual today. I guess my body just needed to rest for a few more hours. The last couple of days have been hard. All I have managed to do is wake up, cry and repeat. I tried being around friends, but it doesn’t make me feel any better, nothing does. I sighed and flipped my damp pillow over. “Not today.” I thought. “Today, I am going to get up and do something productive.”

I rolled out of bed and grabbed a clean t-shirt. After getting dressed and putting my hair up, I was ready. Almost. While I was putting my shoes on, I heard someone call to me from outside of the tent. I went to unzip my tent to see what was going on but someone beat me to it. 

“Murphy? What are you doing here?” I stared up at him in confusion. “(Y/N), we need you now.” I began walking with him, following him to wherever he was leading me. “There’s something wrong with Bellamy." "What do you mean?" 

"You’ll see.”

In the distance, I could hear Bellamy screaming. I ran to his tent but was hesitant to go inside. I paused, hand just about to reach it open. “He isn’t going to want to see me.” I glanced up at Murphy sadly, who had just caught up to me. “He’s been asking for you” he said as he parted the entrance to Bellamy’s tent.

I slowly walked inside, careful not to step on anything on the floor. It was a mess. There were books, bags and other things thrown around the room. And then I saw him. He was on the bed, crying, trying to hide his face. “He’s having another attack.” I thought to myself. These panic attacks, along with nightmares, were things that had haunted him since he was a kid, and things that he desperately tried to keep secret.

I sat next to him on the bed, motioning to Murphy and the small crowd surrounding Bellamy’s tent that everything was okay. I grabbed his arm and turned his head to face me. “Hey, hey, Bellamy, look at me. You’re okay. It’s me and everything is okay.” my voice guided him back to himself and once he had calmed down again, you got up to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and turned me around to face him. “(Y/N), I am so sorry.” he said, looking me right in the eyes. His voice was so sincere that I wanted to forgive him right that second, but I knew that would do nothing for us. His voice cracked and his eyes swollen from crying, he spoke again. “It was a mistake for me to end things between us. Please, don’t leave.”

“Bellamy, you can’t just do this. You don’t get to push me away and pull me back to you whenever you feel like it.” I said. I knew it was harsh, but it was how I really felt and I thought that he needed to hear it too.

“I’m sorry. I love you so much, (Y/N).”

“I love you too and I know but this is just too much right now.” I left in a hurry and thought about what he said. 

“Of course, you love him and of course you want to be with him, but he needs to decide for himself what he wants.“ I thought.

I tried going to sleep but there was so much going on in my head that it was almost impossible to. All I could think about was Bellamy and how much I loved him. I had to do something. But I couldn’t talk to him, could I? Maybe, not first, though. 

“Who was I kidding?” I thought. I jumped out of bed and headed out of the tent. Suddenly, I was on the ground. “Ouch.” I muttered and looked up to see who I had ran into. 


“(Y/N), can we talk?”


Part two?? 

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Love Letters for the Signs
  • Aries:
  • do you remember that time that we went to the river and everyone was jumping off the edge of the bank and we argued for ten minutes about who was going to go first because you wanted to and i said that i did too well i was actually terrified but i wanted to go first and make sure it was safe for you because you mean everything to me
  • Taurus:
  • i forgot to eat today i forgot to eat today and yesterday and im sitting on my bed wondering why i can't remember to feed myself and i realised it's because you're not here and i miss you and i know that i should learn to take care of myself but im afraid that if i do you'll never need to come back so please come back before i starve
  • Gemini:
  • i used to hate the way that you made me yell down the stairs after i made a loud noise to let you know that i was okay and sometimes i'd yell as soon as I dropped the laptop/desk drawer/picture frame to beat you to the shouting bit but for the last thirty minutes I've been sporadically dropping all of my book down the stairs hoping you'll call up because i want to hear your voice
  • Cancer:
  • there's a sound that you make that i try to avoid at all costs because the first time that I heard it i froze i froze inside of it and i let it's beautiful anguish swaddle me until i was sure that i would drown inside you and that was okay but i swore that if i survived i would never make you sad and i survived so please love me back
  • leo:
  • i've never been able to understand the way that you look at me like you are going to swallow me whole between sips of your coffee so sometimes/always i try to remind you that i'm poisonous and i always try to remind you that i'm defective and you always kiss me hard in the middle of my forehead and i think that's why i'll never stop loving you
  • virgo:
  • let's make a bet that in ten years i'll still be sleeping next to you every night and if you win and i'm not sleeping next to you every night then you get to break into my tastefully large and likely extremely expensive house and curl up beside me because you know i still save the left side of the bed for you and if i win and i'm still sleeping next to you every night then we'll call it even because i already have everything i've ever wanted
  • Libra:
  • every time that you touch me i feel my skin go translucent under your finger tips and i remember what it is like to feel skin against my skin and i know that you can see right through me and i know that you know what I'm thinking but it doesn't really matter because i felt your skin against my skin and i know that nothing will feel real until you touch me again
  • Scorpio:
  • the last time that i saw you was in a dream and for some reason i thought that if i could talk to dream you then maybe dream you could give real you a message from me and i was just wondering if it worked and if it did then why haven't i heard from you so just in case it didn't work i told dream you to tell real you that i haven't forgotten us
  • Sagittarius:
  • have you ever wondered what would have happened if we had never met do you think that we would be okay like do you think that we would find happiness without each other because i was thinking about it and i think that i would still feel like something was missing even if i didn't know that it was my most important something
  • Capricorn:
  • So I'm sitting on the curb nursing another twisted knee and i realise that even though i know that you could leave me broken i will still follow you to the ends of the earth and through every stitched cut and relocated shoulder that would have never been dislocated if we had just stayed on the path like i had suggested i'll remember our first night when you taught me to nurse my wounds and fade old scars and it will be worth it
  • Aquarius:
  • sometimes i wish that i could burrow through your iris to the part of your skull where you feel all of the secrets and regrets slowly spilling into the stomach acid that you pretend you aren't choking on and i'm hoping that you'll find relief if i take some of the pressure but you have to let me in because i promise your demons don't scare me
  • Pisces:
  • you've always made the decisions when it comes to what we are going to eat or who's bed we're going to sleep in and i guess it's because i'm never really sure of anything and sometimes i'm afraid of what might happen if i make the wrong choice but with you i feel safe and i want you to know that even though i'm never really sure of anything i'm completely sure of this so maybe just trust me this time


Okay so this past week has been extremely hectic and this is my mini study break right now. Above that’s a picture of my agenda and all the homework related stuff I have going on! Along with some of my notes on social psych our last unit of the year.
I have started to put together a study guide for myself for apush and it’s been hectic.


Anyways just wanted to give an update I think posting 1 to 2 days a week is going to be much better for me I’ll have time to get my stuff done and still give updates and do posts.

Good night yall!


This Town || Peter Parker x Reader [[request]]

[[request prompt: okay i’m so happy that you’re taking requests again and i was wondering if you could do a peter x reader based on the song ‘this town’ by niall horan??.]]

Omg anon I absolutely adore this song???

I hope this meets your expectations ahhhhh ♡

also! I want to dedicate this to @toms-spidey because they were just so kind to me last night! I found myself smiling so much, and I just ugh, thank you for making my night ♡ you’re the best, Charissa!

please Picture Tom Holland’s spiderman/Peter Parker for this story!!

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

warnings: a dash of angst with some fluff in the end ♡

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: open}}

Don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!


{everything comes back to you.}

Peter Parker was truly a pathetic man. Even at 23, he still felt as though he hadn’t learn a damn thing.

All his life, he had only loved one girl, and the same girl was quickly slipping through his fingers.

Peter had met [Full Name] on the day he moved in with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben in their two bedroom apartment. He was quiet when he first moved in with them and felt terribly homesick. His parents had just passed away, and he always felt like he didn’t belong, like he didn’t have a place to call home.

Not used to being in such an unfamiliar home, Peter wakes up in the middle of the night. He throws back the covers and tiptoes out of his aunt and uncle’s apartment with fresh tears in his eyes. Only when Peter was outside of his apartment did he slide down the front door, allowing his tears to fall freely as choked sobs escaped from his chapped lips.

Too caught up in his own misery, Peter didn’t notice the door settled across from him open, nor did he see the young girl who wiped the sleep away from her eyes as she stepped closer to him. The girl notices his trembling form first when she kneeled down next to him. She doesn’t ask any questions, just simply wrapped her arms around his back.

Peter felt a pressure behind him and immediately stiffened, looking up to see a girl around his age gazing at him with comforting (color) eyes. Seeing the cute girl, Peter felt his face redden with embarrassment, knowing that his face was a mess of snot and salty tears. In a vain attempt to clean himself, Peter wipes his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, “I-I uhm, I just-”

“Ssssh, it’s okay. I know that you’re sad. What’s wrong?” The kindness in her voice seemed to ease his tears a bit, the gentle stream stopping to that of momentary droplets when Peter sniffs and admitted to her, “I miss my mom and dad. They died in an accident, and now I don’t have anyone.”

The girl was quiet for a few seconds, not saying a word. Suddenly, Peter felt her arms wrap around his form, bringing him closer to her when she tells him with a happy smile, “That’s not true! You have me from now on! I’m [Name], what’s your name?”

As if all of his sadness melted away from just being near her and seeing her smile, Peter felt his tears stop altogether before he flashed her his own tiny smile, “I-I’m Peter.”

And they had been inseparable since.

{and i want to tell you everything, the words i never got to say the first time around}

When Peter realized his true feelings for [Name] at the ripe age of 15, what prevented him from confessing to her was his own cowardice.

[Name] was just so beautiful and kind. She was raised by loving parents who taught her to be forgiving and fair, and Peter was honestly so grateful to them for the fact that this amazing girl existed. Without [Name] in his life, Peter was sure that he would turn into some cynic who hated life in general.

He would always be grateful for the unconditional love [Name] had given him, and he had every intention of telling her his feelings-

until the bite happened.

When the radioactive spider had bitten him during a class field trip, he tried to act like he was okay. That nothing would change.

But as the days past, and his body would suddenly feel feverish, he could feel something changing from within him. When he woke up the next morning to see that his body had become less scrawny and a bit more filled with some muscle, his aunt and uncle had been pleasantly surprised. Despite their initial shock, they passed it off as Peter going through puberty and thought nothing of it.

And how oh so wrong they were in the end.

Peter wouldn’t realize his power until a few days later, and it wouldn’t be until a tragedy struck that would change him into the superhero he was today.

Realizing that he could sense things before it happened, coupled along with how weirdly strong he became (along with his abilities to climb walls), Peter began to abuse his powers. He strayed far away from [Name] and his aunt and uncle, not answering any of their concerned calls or texts as he explored the city without a single hint of fear.

Wearing a makeshift mask, Peter would wander around Queens, and whenever he saw one of his bullies, he would pick a fight with them. Knowing that they couldn’t stand a chance against him, he would beat them within seconds, having them cry out as they begged for him to stop.

The rush he felt back then had been indescribable as he thought to himself, So this is what it feels like to be on top.

One late night, when he was bored with picking fights, he felt someone run into him. He looks to his front to see a shady man wearing a torn hoodie carrying a loaded bag in his hand.


With a scoff, Peter ignored the man’s cries, believing that such crimes were none of his business; that the police could handle it. He was a selfish bastard that truly didn’t have a care in the world for thinking that way.

His Uncle Ben was the first to notice the change in him, and Peter remembers the day he had lost him like it was yesterday.

He walked with Peter around Queens, telling Peter that he had somehow changed for the worst. His behavior was out of character, and he had been making his aunt and best friend worry about him.

“[Name] has come by so many times, only to feel disappointed when you’re not around. She’s been so sad lately, Peter, and she misses her best friend.”

Peter ignored the way his heart clenched at the sound of her name. When his uncle placed an arm on his shoulder, he quickly shrugged it off, “Why can’t you understand that I have changed for the better! I can finally defend myself and-”

Suddenly, gunshots were heard when his uncle quickly pulls him to the ground, “Stay down, Peter!”

“Uncle Ben, wait-” but the older man ignores him, seeing the gunman running toward him when he stops him. The criminal struggles against his uncle for a few minutes before quickly firing his gun, making the bullet lodge directly into his abdomen.

“UNCLE BEN!” Peter stands, catching sight of the guy who ran away as he recognized him as being the same man he didn’t stop that day.

I’m such a fool!

His panicked cries echo throughout the city as he screamed for help. He tried to stop the blood from blooming against Uncle Ben’s abdomen, but there was just so much of it.

A few minutes later, his uncle died while his hands were stained with his blood. Peter would never forget the deep crimson hue that painted his pale skin, serving as a constant reminder that he did this to him.

He had been the cause of his uncle’s death.

Broken and riddled with guilt, Peter didn’t go to school for days, making Aunt May even more worried about him. She told him on so many occasions that Ben’s death was not his fault, but he never believed her. Peter knew the truth; he knew what he did that day, and he had let that criminal run free.

If I had stopped him that day, then Uncle Ben would still be here today!

Consumed with his thoughts and guilty conscience, Peter felt so depressed that he couldn’t even move.

As if knowing that he was suffering, May leaves him alone for a few minutes, not saying a word when a knock was heard against the front door.

He was grateful for the distraction, needing to be left alone when someone knocked at his bedroom door.

“Peter?” He stiffens, hearing her voice as he buried himself deeper into the blankets.

He couldn’t speak, only managing to let out uneven sobs when he felt [Name] lean over him in his bed. She runs a gentle hand through his hair before placing a kiss against his damp forehead, “You have me, you’ll always have me.”

Her words were the catalyst that made Peter suddenly pull her to him, wrapping his shaky arms around her form as he buried his face within the crook of her neck. He cries against her, allowing [Name] to soothe him with her gentle touch.

I love you, but I’m a monster that doesn’t deserve you. I know I don’t deserve you, but please, don’t leave me. I need you.

{i saw that you moved on with someone new in the pub that we met he’s got his arms around you it’s so hard so hard}

Peter always knew that [Name] was the only girl he would ever love, yet what prevented him from telling her was how he was living a double life.

Using his uncle’s death as his motivation, Peter quickly became a masked hero known as Spider-Man. His alter ego had attracted the attention of many people as he quickly became the protector of Queens.

Through his battles, Peter knew that he made a number of enemies and would never bring himself to involve [Name]. His distance and (feigned) lack of romantic interest in her was what prompted the young woman to find love with someone new.

Although it broke Peter’s heart each time, he tried to convince himself that as long as she was happy, that it was okay.

That he was doing the right thing for her sake.

Yet, every time he saw her, she would give him the most melancholic expression. It was almost an expectant look, like she was waiting for Peter to do something.

But Peter was always afraid to find out what she wanted, constantly reminding himself that [Name’s] safety was of the utmost importance.

Now, years later, Peter realized that things would never break even for him when it came to [Name]. She was engaged to this guy she had been going steady with-

And their wedding was today.

Peter was invited, but he knew that he could never go because it hurt too much. Just seeing the girl of his dreams in the arms of some other man was enough to make his blood boil with an aching jealousy. He knew that if he was at the ceremony, then he would immediately object to the marriage before whisking [Name] away in his arms.

But he couldn’t take her away, regardless of how much he wanted to.

So he drowns his sorrows by swinging around the city, looking for any signs of trouble when he lands against an empty rooftop. His thoughts were interrupted when he sees a white figure in his periphery. Gazing down at the street, he feels his senses begin to tingle when a woman in a pure white dress runs out into the road.

Not even thinking twice, Peter swings downward and captures the woman in his arms, swinging away from the incoming traffic with the woman’s dress fluttering behind her. He doesn’t look at the woman until he lands against another rooftop, “Miss, are you-”

His words die against his throat, seeing [Name] herself in his arms as tears ran down her face. Her makeup was running, and she wouldn’t stop crying when she clung on to the front of his suit, “Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Peter feels his heart galloping from within his chest and quickly comforts her, “Ssssh, it’s gonna be okay. What’s wrong, honey? Why aren’t you at your wedding?”

She shakes her head, “Th-There is no wedding. My e-ex, I found him cheating on me before the ceremony, and I feel so awful. B-But maybe this is what I d-deserve.”

Peter’s heart was practically breaking now, “Baby, you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve any of this, so what makes you say that?”

“B-Because all my life, I’ve only ever l-loved Peter!” He stiffens at her confession, feeling her tears soak into his suit when she cried against him, “S-Spider-Man, you have to understand. All of the guys that I have dated always knew that I didn’t completely love them! E-even my fiancé did, that’s why th-there’s no wedding.”

{you still make me nervous when you walk into the room them butterflies they come alive when i’m next to you over and over the only truth}

“Oh [Name], I’m so fucking sorry!”

He catches her questioning glance, already knowing that she was confused as to how he knew her name.

Without a hint of hesitation, Peter rips off his mask, fully revealing himself to [Name]. She gasps as a myriad of emotions ran though her eyes, but one thing rang strong within her expression-

And that was love.

“P-Peter-” he stops her from speaking with a hungry kiss, conveying all of the love he felt for her before crushing her to his chest. “I’ve loved you for forever now, since the time I had lost my parents and you had promised me that I always had you; since the day I lost my uncle and you were still with me as I made a silent promise to myself to become a hero that you could be proud of.”

[Name’s] sobs didn’t lessen, even when she smiled and jokingly punched him in his chest, “Y-You jerk! How could you keep such a secret from me?”

He flashes her an apologetic smile before hugging her again, “I’m sorry. All I wanted to do was protect you.”

“Jerk, I’ll never forgive you!“ [Name] looks away from him, sniffing a bit before slowly continuing, "But…I-If you want to make it up to me, then you have to listen carefully to what I say next.”

Peter lifts up her chin so that she was looking at him. Even with her makeup running as her eyes glistened with unshed tears, Peter swore that she was still the most beautiful girl in the world to him, “Anything, I’ll do anything. I would take a bullet for you, walk through glass and open fire for you. All you have to do is ask, and I’ll do it.”

She shakes her head and leans toward him before whispering against his lips, “You silly dork, all you have to do is spend the rest of your life with me to make up for all of the years that we haven’t been together.”

“It’s a deal.” Peter mutters passionately before sealing his promise with a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around her back, finally gathering his courage as he swore to always keep her by his side.

This time, Peter was going to love [Name] like he had been wanting to ever since he was a child.

{everything comes back to you. everything comes back to you.}



[ 4/ 24 /17 ]

WOW! Guys it has honestly been so long since I’ve been active or even been on here for longer than like 6 minutes. Volleyball has caused me to have no time to myself what so ever. BUT! It is okay :) My season is over. We finished 10th in OVRs (out of like 150 or 150+ teams) which is eh.. last year we finished 7th. But Oh whaleee

Back on topic! I just ordered some new pens,highlighters, and journals. Which I am super happy about :)) Then my classes have been on his weird schedule for Air Testing that my school district has to do and wowow. I also haven’t had much homework since around Thursday of last week (so happy).

So, the picture on the wayyy top is my spread for last week. I ended up doing a cute little flower theme. Added some sticky notes that my half sisters mom brought back for me(she’s Korean). She also brought back these cute erasers and posters from the other shops there (Korea, China, and Japan have the best stuff I swear). Then I started reading the Great Gatsby and got myself some new Prisma colored pencils. They were already destroyed by the time I took this because I love drawing and writing poetry. Lastly, I just have some math notes :) This is the end for now but not the goodbye. I hope you all have had great weeks , and are thriving. Remember to do you best, but also take care of yourself!!!! Stay safe!!!!

I was tagged by @redplaygrounds in a thing a few days ago(and honestly sorry if anyone ever tags me for some reason and I don’t do that thing, I manage to procrastinate it because I want to do it properly, and then I can’t find the thing anymore at some point)

Nickname: Jess, No!Jess, a few people call me Jessie and that is probably it

Zodiac sign: cancer I think? I don’t even know it in dutch so why would I know it in english?

Height: 1.73m, so I think 5.68 feet

Last thing I googled: “chara and frisk”(I’m going to doom myself by trying to do a thing okay let me search reference pictures in peace because if I use less then 50 from one drawing it is a miracle)

Favorite music artist: not sure, does Undertale music count?

Song stuck in my head: Megalovania(the song you hear before certain death)(from the game Undertale)

Last movie I watched: no idea, sorry

What am I wearing: are there even rules for how detailed this has to be? a hufflepuff and a slytherin sock, black pants, a shirt and a sweater

What I post: bullshit if anyone else knows,  I would love to know it too

Why I picked my url: DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT IT??!!

Any other blogs: yes, a blog that I made for the purpose of making a pun, a blog where I put things about harry potter that I for some reason came up with(almost never but shhh), and a Slytherin dorm blog that I am the admin of, sort of. Not going to tell the urls of them though.

What my last relationship taught me: if it is about romantical relationship, sorry but that doesn’t exist for me. If it is platonical… I don’t know, I can barely even tell when I’m someone’s friend

Religious or spiritual: atheist

Favourite color: black and whoever comes with the that is not a color thing I will make that you won’t be able to se- WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN’T A GOOD IDEA TO THREATEN SOMEONE?

average hours of sleep: over the last 4 days, 5-6 hours(I am already bad at sleeping and now it is test week okay, and apparently having 15 classes, including art music and pe, is a dutch thing, what would make that having 12 tests on 6 days, normally it is only 5 days, is probably a dutch thing too)

Lucky number: I don’t have one

Favorite character:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH *you broke Jessica*

How many blankets I sleep with: 1, always 1, sometimes just a bigger one

Dream job: somewhere in the area of police lab work, or somewhere around that and with things like what made someone do things like kill/make fire/be a “bad criminal”, how could they have done it, how did they come up with how they did it, how did they decide when they did it etc

tag 20 blogs to do the same…. welp, I will try

@sadnessandteabiscuits @lilyflowerevans @the-moon-and-stars-my-love @herbxlcy @bookwormravenclawgirl @queer–pansy @xxdrxco-mxlfoyxx @accio-sawyer (there is a brofam thing, I will just tag people from that now) @notjustaterran @cats-tea-and-poetry @my-blood-is-tea @these-are-the-bonds-that-bind @ask-themaraudersmap @albuspotr @quinlyandreveries @lumosleah @remusluvpin @whatamiwaitingfor-blog @justasadlittleblogger @thedannywholived