so they said you grew up well

anonymous asked:

Ohh I'd love to hear your thoughts about Mirrors and what Niall said about it!!

Hmmmm well you know, I think all of them are very aware of how they have many young fans. Of course they’re aware, they grew up along with them, but as that happened they 1) became much more aware of how powerful young girls are but also 2) what kind of issues come with being a young woman? they’ve had so many girls come up to them and tell them how much the band helped them no matter what they’re struggling with, and when you have such a predominantly female demographic you can’t escape it and they show their awareness in different ways.

Now with Liam whenever he tries to express that it goes a bit south rip. Louis is best when he talks to fans one on one because he turns very soft and supportive (and publicly says how thankful he is for us many times) and now also the lyric video, though that was more Recent News but it still helped people. Zayn supports fan art a lot because he sees the importance of making art and expressing yourself when you’re growing up, and Harry will keep defending how teenage girls are the future to anyone who will listen, and of course, there’s the rainbows. They all do it in their own way.

I think this was Niall’s way. Niall is best at expressing himself through song, I feel like that’s when he’s okay talking about things he’d otherwise rather not discuss out loud, and I think he’s very hesitant about this topic because he’s seen how complicated it can be, and he knows he has to thread carefully. But he did know how young girls struggle with body image a lot, and he knows that it’s a sensitive subject (and that it can too soon become something people will critique if not addressed right), and he wanted to do something back for us and he does it like this because expressing himself in song is what he knows best and what he’s most comfortable with. It’s for us, but when he has to explain it, he grows very self conscious again, so he lets the song speaks for itself.

I think this is Nialls way of 1) supporting young women and wanting them to be comfortable and 2) saying thanks for everything and I adore him for it

WHAT BTS SAID ABOUT THEIR PETS ??!

Let’s meet the BTS PETS:

JIN : JJANGU & JJAJANGI 

Jin tweeting “Jjanggu who’s ugly but cute” (Savage dad)

Lately (170907) he introduced his new dog Jjajangi. He also updated on Sept 8 photos of him and Jjanggu who grew up beautifully 

SUGA: HOLLY

Suga tweeted “Holly only likes the people who give him food” (savage dog)

JHOPE: MICKEY

Jhope tweeted “ Don’t you think you’re too cute? Why are you so cute?” (Indeed a cutie)

NAMJOON: RAPMON (Monie)

Namjoon tweeted “I want you Monie Monie“ (Like the chorus in BS&T)

JIMIN: DOSUN (RIP the cutie passed away T^T and so far Jimin didn’t get another pet)

When asked about his dog he said “I don’t have him anymore. Dosun are you doing well?”

TAEHYUNG: SOOSHIM (dog) & KKANJI (cat)

When Tae tweeted “i miss soonshimie..” He really adores animals and babies!

JUNGKOOK: GUREUM

When asked about his dog Jk said “I have a Maltese at home. It’s name is Geureum (cloud) and I miss him/her a lot.” (Awwww)

BTS are perfect as they are, but knowing that they love animals just make me adore them moooore. 
By @mimibtsghost

My advice:

Please don’t watch Neo Yokio if you are looking for some intentionally pensive, thoughtful, well animated, well voice-acted, plot-driven show 

Please do watch Neo Yokio if:

  • You are here for Jaden Smith’s anime persona embodying Jaden Smith’s tweets
  • You want to hear Jude Law voice a mecha robot 
  • You live for the ironic juxtaposition of the neo riche and the bourgeoisie
  • You love ridiculous one-liners like 
    “Demon, be gone from this chanel suit!!”
  • You aren’t taking yourself too seriously when you watch the show
  • You enjoy VW’s music because Ezra’s influence is really obvious 

Is it well executed? As someone who grew up watching her fair share of classic Japanese anime without being a huge anime fan… I would say Ezra wasn’t lying when he said it was a homage. It borders on parodying - which I’m not sure was the intended effect - both artistically and thematically. 

That being said, I loved how campy it is. As a typical middle class family kid I’ve had zero brushes with Cartier watches, Chanel suits or Met Balls so watching this anime deal with these in a rather absurd fashion is quite validating. I don’t know if I am laughing with them, or at them, but hey, I’m laughing right? 

Storage Room (M)

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╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut 

╳ Summary: You didn’t know that accidentally being locked in a storage room with Jungkook could turn out to be so fun.


All you wanted to do was go to the mall by yourself and have a relaxing day but no, of course that can’t happen. You were just walking by a store, glancing at a display window, admiring a cute outfit until you heard screams. You quickly whipped your head around to see a swarm of girls coming at you. You had no time to think before you got pushed into the store, the employees freaking out trying to shut the door, and a guy in all black pacing back and forth.

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So my mom and I went to go see American Assassin, and if course I was fangirling throughout the movie because dAMN DYLAN 👏🏽YOU 👏🏽LOOK 👏🏽GOOD.👏🏽 We get out and I’m rambling abt how I grew up on Dylan/Teen Wolf and I’ve never seen Dylan shirtless so many times iN MY LIFE. So my mother goes “Well Teen Wolf is for kids.” I LAUGHED FOR A SOLID FIVE MINUTES AND SAID “FOR KIDS???? FOR KIDS???? FOR???? KIDS????”

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To be foolish

Title: To be foolish

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

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

Word count: 1,761

Songs: Slow Burn by Autograf

AN: So here’s part 2 of To be young! this part feels a little slow to me but I’m really excited about making the next part, so just bare with me lol. I hope you guys enjoy this part!

Heres Part 1: To be young

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Its been about a week since Liz’s party happened and during that time Peter had completely started ignoring you, every time you sat by Peter he would get up and leave. In gym Ned and him started doing their stretches on the furthest part of the gym from you.

You were hurt. More then hurt actually, you felt broken. The guy of your dreams almost kissed you and now you could feel he regretted it, a lot. Hell he could barley even stand looking at you. Michelle finally spoke kicking you out of your horrid thoughts “Hey Y/N how ya holding up?” You felt her hand slowly rub your back in an attempt to comfort you. “Well MJ not very well, I’ve liked peter ever since he moved into that stupid apartment and when i finally got the chance to kiss him, he left me..” you paused looking up from the library table you’ve recently started coming to to seek comfort in being alone, “and he regrets it, he regrets trying to kiss me and won’t even do as much as give me the time of day.” Michelle’s hand dropped from your back and found their way onto your face and turned you to look at her. “Listen Y/N, maybe Peter has an explanation for all this.” She looked deep into your eyes feeling the sadness radiate off of you.

“Just maybe try talking to him?” she suggested pulling her hand away from your face. You sighed, she’s right i need to just woman up and talk to him instead of treating him like he is me. I need to be the mature one in this situation. You grabbed your books off of the table and made your way out of the library and towards Peters locker, Its almost the end of 6th period, the last period of the day.

The bell rang right as you made it to Peters locker and waited silently to confront the boy who made you feel broken, but he never came.

“Uh hey Ned?” you asked when you passed by him on your way to debate club, tired of waiting. Ned shut his locker and mad his way over to you with a smile on his face “Yeah whats up Y/N?” you felt a sick feeling over come you before asking whats on your mind, “Have yo-you seen Pete-Peter anywhere?” You stuttered out your question, averting your eyes from Ned’s suddenly feeling a gross kind of embarrassed over run your feeling of sickness. “No, actually i haven’t seen him since gym.” Ned replied as you two began to walk the same way towards the debate club. “Maybe he’ll be at the debate meeting today.” Ned said with a happy glint in his eyes, “How come you’re looking for him?” your heart drops into your stomach trying to think of something to say other than the truth, “We uh-we’re doing a project in chemistry together and i haven’t been able to get ahold of him.” You lie with a sick smile on your face, the lie seeming to convince Ned as you two walked through the doors of the gym to your now daily debate club meeting.

“Hey you two, hurry up and take your seats.” Liz spoke gleefully with a smile on her face before going back to asking questions to the 4 people sitting at tables on the small school stage for nationals that happen in 2 days.

You were getting settled into your seat next to MJ at the front table when you heard the door open to the small theater room open. You looked up from pulling your binder out of your backpack when you caught eyes with the beautiful chocolate ones that were so intimate with you just a week ago.

His gaze averted from yours making you feel guilty for even meeting his eyes in the first place. “Mr. Harrington, I need you to let me go to nationals.” Peter rushed his sentence out. You let out a small laugh you were trying to keep in. Peters head snapped over in your direction and the smile on your face grew wider and your laugh grew louder at his unexpected look. Not even 2 days have passed since Peter said he wasn’t going to nationals and now he wants to? “Well i don’t know whats up with Y/N but you can’t just show up at the last meeting before nationals and expect to be put back on the team” Flash spits confidently at Peter “Well actually Mr. Parker..” Mr. Harrington shot Flash the “shut up” look with his eyebrows raised “Yes you can, Flash can you grab Peters jacket out of my office desk please.” Mr. Harrington flashed a smile at Flash.

“Peters coming to nationals now?” Michelle lowly whispered just barely audible for you to hear, “this should be interesting.” She smiled down at her notebook as she began drawing god knows what.  


“Alright everyone needs to behave and no sneaking out after the curfew I’ve set, ten o'clock.” Mr. Harrington lectured you and the group of 10 teenagers. Liz, Michelle and you grab your key cards from the front desk and make your way up to your shared room with them. After getting settled in you decided to relax and watch some tv.

“Hey..” your attention got jerked away from the tv when it turned off suddenly “how about we go to the pool?” You looked over to see Liz gleefully smiling at you and Michelle with her bathing suit on. “Now?” you asked getting up off the bed you were sitting on “it’s 10:30 and isn’t the pool closed?” Liz slipped on her flip-flops “No it doesn’t close till 11:30 and Mr. Harrington does have to know, Plus being rebellious is good for moral…” she paused looking between Michelle and you “so hurry up and get your bathing suits on while I go tell the others.” you quickly agree with her and grab your suit out of your draw of the dresser.

“Michelle, you gonna come?” you ask from the bathroom while putting on your swimsuit on “No, I’m good here with the tv.” she replied as she plopped back down on the bed. You shoved your dirty clothes into your suitcase “Well you’ll just miss out on all the fun!” you called out leaving the room and making your way to the pool.

the pool is on the same floor as your shared room so all you have to do is walk down a few hallways, you make a round around the 2nd to last corner when you collide with something, or someone.

You fall back on your butt letting out a few mumbles of cuss words, “Oh god I’m so sorry, that was my-” The person stops when your eyes meet the familiar chocolate ombré orbs, this moment feeling more intimate than intended, you break your eyes away staring at the floor and taking peters now stretched out hand to help you up.

“Ok so-” a voice interrupts the moment you and Peter were having, “oh hey guys!” The smile of Liz comes into your view, “Hey Liz.” Peter coughs and you see a pink shade take over his face, you lowly scoff and roll eyes taking your hand slowly from Peters. “Are you coming to the pool too Peter?” Liz asks as everyone passes by the three of you “I wasn’t planning on it.” He laughs slightly catching your eyes only to look back to Liz just as you were about to say something you might’ve regretted Liz spoke, “Well you should, so hurry up and get your trunks on!” She whisper shouted the last part of her comment and the same pink shade that took over peters face took over hers.

You felt uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a private moment. “Please, its gonna be like a good luck charm for us!” She spoke as she walked away towards everyone else. Peter turned his attention back to you “You’re going swimming i’m guessing?” He scratched the back of his neck, looking everywhere but your eyes “well you heard Liz, it’s gonna be our good luck charm.” You sarcastically spoke trying to meet Peters eyes with your Y/E/C ones just once.

“Look could we talk about what happened last-” Peters eyes finally caught yours taking you off guard and causing you to choke on your words, the feeling of be unwanted right here in this moment overran your body making you slouch slightly “Look Y/N…” he paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket “I really have to go, could we talk later?” He sighed running his hands through his soft, fluffy brown hair. “Uh sure.” You whispered breaking eye contact with Peter and looking at the floor, Peter sighed once more before walking away “just- just please don’t forget!” You called to him as he turned the corner and out of your sight.

You started making your way to the pool again thinking about what just happened, did Peter even really want to talk? He hasn’t wanted to talk to me at all this past week so maybe he really did regret what could have happened that night. You reached the door to the pool and slid your keycard through the small slot and the door clicked open. You slapped your card down on one of the small tables “there you are!” Flash shouted from in the pool, “I was starting to think you ditched us for penis.” He laughed making your mood even worse than it already was. “Whatever Flash.” You slipped into the pool and just floated on your back looking up at the ceiling with a couple of windows at the top, just admiring the stars and wishing how you could just be one right now instead of having to deal with all of this .. drama? no that’s not the right word for it, but I’m not sure what is maybe- your thoughts get cut off when your eyes meet the ones you saw in the hallway not even 5 minutes ago.

“Peter?” You whisper so quiet no one else hears you, you see Peters eyes widen and then he disappears. You stop and stand on your feet in the small hotel pool still staring up at the window. What is he doing on the roof? Why was he staring at me?

You get out of the pool and grab a designated towel from a small rack in the corner of the room and sit down at a lawn chair.

What is going on?

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~ College!au Pen Pal Jungkook ~ PART FOUR 

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]  [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12] [part 13] [part 14:END]

~A few days later~

You sipped your coffee, sat at your usual spot in the cafe, eyes flicking across the words of your essay you were writing on your laptop for your philosophy class. 

“Hi, yes, a tall iced mocha?” A familiar voice pulled you out of your concentration. Looking up, you mentally sighed. Of course he was here. How convenient. 

Looking back down at your essay, you took a long sip from your coffee. 

“Hi,” A chirpy voice greeted from across from you. Looking just above your laptop, you saw the face of the boy with a bunny-like smile gracing his lips.

“Hi,” you greeted, uneasily. 

“It’s funny seeing you here. Well, seeing you at all actually,” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck. 

“And why’s that?” You decided to keep the conversation going. 

“I guess I never noticed you when I came here, even though we’ve known each other for how long? Since the kindergarten?” 

“That’s nice to hear,” You muttered, sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way!” He quickly defended but when you started laughing at his frantic state, he rolled his eyes with a smile. “What’re you working on?”

“My philosophy essay.”

“That sounds…not fun at all,” And with that Jungkook closed your laptop and scooted it over. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity, you shrugged. 

“How’s you pen pal?” You asked, changing the subject. 

“Annoying.”

“Oh?” You smirked, “How so?”

“She’s too damn stubborn about her identity. I send her cute selfies––I mean, have you seen this face?––but no. It’s no use.”

You internally scoffed. You had received plenty of daily Jungkook selfies and remembered when he pleaded for one back.

“What do you think?”

The question caught you off guard. “What?”

“Why do you think she’s like this? Do you think she hates me but is too nice to let me know?”

“Does that seem like her nature?” You knew it wasn’t and you hoped he did. You were blunt and never failed to say what was on your mind––well, that’s changed now. Ever since Jungkook reentered your life, your mind was a jumbled mess and you didn’t know whether to feel guilty or not.

“Not at all.”

Smiling satisfied to yourself, you looked up as if in thought. “Then maybe there’s another reason.”

“And that would be?”

“Why don’t you just ask her?

“Don’t you think I have?”

“Let her be then. Who knows? Maybe she has some massive crush on you and didn’t want you to know,” You shrugged. It was an excuse…obviously.

“She didn’t know who I was yet!”

“An even better reason to be afraid of being judged for an interest she knew for a few weeks.

“Yeah, that could be the reason. I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with me, right?” He smirked, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Damn, you’re cocky.”

Chuckling, he shrugged, “So I’ve been told.”

Should you overstep your boundaries and expose that you know he’s probably soft? Oh, you’d love to.

“C’mon, you’re probably a heartfelt guy deep down,” You said nonchalantly causing him to cough. 

“Uh, no?”

“Sure, I’ll believe that.”

“Speaking of crushes,” he began, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.

“Uh oh,” you said, averting your gaze.

“You had a crush in me back in second grade,” Jungkook grinned, knowingly.

“S-sorry, what?”

“I know you used to like me.”

“So what? Everyone used to like you,” you shrugged, cringing over your seven year old self. 

“Yeah, but I noticed you liked me. To be honest, I had a crush on you, too. But that was in kindergarten. And then you denied me a green crayon,” Jungkook shook his head, disapprovingly.

“So you decided you didn’t like me because of a crayon?” You asked in a monotone. 

“Hey, the mind of a five year old is a weird place,” he placed his hands up in defense. 

“And you stopped liking me?” You asked, suspiciously.

“Well, not necessarily. I said I had a crush on you. But I guess as we grew up it faded.”

“Rude. I don’t understand how anyone could fall out of love with me.” You said in a feigned hurt voice, flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

“And who’s the cocky one now?” He grinned.

Hours passed and neither of you had classes for the day, so you spent them together in the cozy cafe. You laughed a great deal at Jungkook’s silly stories and memories of you and your class you didn’t even know he remembered.

Spending that time with him, you forgot all about lying to him about who his sarcastic princess was and for the time being, you were happy in his company.


Here’s part four!! Hope you enjoy it~~~

Part 5?👀

Hopping out of the cabbie you breathed in London’s air. It had been a while since you last visited the city; let alone Baker Street. Surely Ms. Hudson would be surprised that you decided to visit her or be upset that you don’t see her enough. Work had taken you all over the world, but most recently the States. It was fun in New York, but you missed that dear old woman whom you grew to know as your aunt. You pushed the buzzer and waited anxiously. The door opened revealing an overly ecstatic Ms. Hudson.

“Oh Y/N love, I can’t believe you’re here! Come in, come in! I’ll put the kettle on, make you a cuppa.” 

“Thank you Aunt Louise, I’ll take it as you’re happy to see me?” You asked her laughing.

“Oh my dear love, always! I hadn’t got groceries yet. You know, I’ll do that now. Make you a nice breakfast. Up the stairs and to the left, you can see if there are any biscuits. Probably not, but worth a try.”

“No it is fine, don’t put yourself through the trouble. I had something to eat on the plane.” 

“Ohh I bet it was no good. I’ll be right back love.” Before you could intervene again, Ms. Hudson was out the door.  She was right, airplane food was never good. You thought biscuits would be great with tea, so you made your way up the stairs and into the dusty kitchen. “Never heard of a dusting rag I suppose.” You thought to yourself. You rummaged through the cabinets until you found what you were seeking.

“Here we go.” You pulled them out of the drawer and before you could place them down you heard someone walk in. “Well that was quick, I found the bis-.“ You stopped talking when you turned around. Two men were standing there stunned.

“Who exactly are you?” The smaller man asked.

“A guest visiting family. My Aunt Louise, I’m sure you know her as Ms. Hudson.”

“Ms. Hudson? She has family?” The man asked his friend who was staring intensively at you.

“Well yes.” You cut in. “She and my grandmother are friends. I grew up with Ms. Hudson as my Aunt.“ You answered looking at the two.

“How was the flight?” The taller man asked finally releasing his intense stare at you.

“It was fine, thanks for asking.” You replied proceeding to get a biscuit.

“New York was it? 6:30 flight non-stop?”

“Yup, that is right.”

“And your dog, I’m assuming you put him in a kennel while you’re away?”

She’s with some friends.” You said correcting him.

“Oh well common mistake.” He replied rolling his eyes.

“It would appear so.”

“Aren’t you at all surprised that he can do this?”

“Oh please John, no need.”

“No really Sherlock.”

“Do you guys always do this?” You asked laughing.

“Do what?” Sherlock cut in.

“Talk to each other like no one is listening?”

They both looked at one another for a second before back at you.

“To answer your question John; no I’m not. Anyone is readable if you pay attention.” You replied before grabbing your things and heading for the door.

“Then read me.” Sherlock answered. You took in a breath and turned around.

“Serious?” Instead of speaking he just raised an eyebrow. “Ok then.” You put your things down and got a quick all over glance at him.

“I see a man who is estranged from his family; someone who prefers be alone. You do visit them on holidays, like it or not. You have an older brother whom you like to compete with. You claim to not have friends, although many people consider you theirs. You may have been in love once, but it didn’t work out. Let’s not get too much into that seeing that you don’t care for it. You’re a detective, very good one at that. This could be the reason why you get on people’s nerves. Some might even say you’re a psychopath – no a high-functioning sociopath. I mean the way you guys were bickering downstairs before you came up here says so. That not cheating by the way, that’s listening. You also smoke cigarettes, which is a nasty habit might I add. Even though you don’t do it every day, it’s still bad for you… You see anyone is readable Sherlock. As long as you pay close attention, you could tell a lot about a person.” Both of the men stood there shocked with their mouths slightly open.

“I’m going to say that I was pretty accurate, yeah?” You said nodding your head.

“Y-you got that from John’s blogs didn’t you?”

“Ahhh, there it is!” You said throwing your head back.

“What?” Sherlock asked furrowing his eyebrows.

“There’s a blog; confirmation of yours and John’s relationship.”

“We’re not gay!” John said throwing his hands in the air.

“I didn’t say that. Just that there is a very strong relationship between the two of you; virtually indestructible. You guys are each other’s’ best friend, am I right?”

“You got that from me mentioning a blog? Sherlock look at you weird.

“Well you didn’t need to say that the blog was about the two of you for me to guess that. You kind of said it yourself.” You replied smiling. They were both standing there speechless when you grabbed your things once more. “It was nice meeting the two of you, really it was. Maybe we can go out for dinner, the five of us.”

“Five?…” John asked confused.

“Well you’re married and expecting aren’t you John?!” You yelled going down the stairs. When John turned to look at Sherlock, he saw him smiling.

“I like her; she actually makes very good use of her head.” Sherlock said keeping his eyes forward.

“Remember my middle name is Hamish.” John laughed quietly heading for his chair.

Final list of reasons why Bethany Young HAS to be important to the endgame in some way

Here are all my reasons why Bethany’s name just has to pop up in this final season. Not saying she’s AD (but she very well could be!) - but at absolute minimum, she is important to the story in some capacity.

1) Dr Cochran said that he delivered two of Mary’s babies - one went to Jessica (Charlotte), the other went to family county services (???) and Veronica confirmed that Spencer went to her. So, there is a third unknown child who grew up in Radley. Who do we know of that grew up in Radley? Bethany. 

“Embrace your darkness. I had to. That’s how you win the game. - A.D” This just sounds like someone was forced to live in Radley and ‘put up with it’. They can cry about their life everyday, or they can soak up their circumstances and use it to, oh I dunno, play the A game. Bethany?

2) Dr Cochran referred to the second unknown baby as “underweight but tenacious” which is exactly the words that the writers chose for Toby to call Spencer. They were foreshadowing the similarities between the second baby (Bethany) and Spencer because Bethany is Spencer’s twin.

3) The Aunt Jessie incident. Mary wanted to be close to her daughter (Bethany). She pretended to be Jessica because Jessica was on the board of Radley and was allowed to sign out patients. Bethany started calling Mary “mum” which will blow Mary’s cover - she’s not supposed to be out of Radley - she’s pretending to be Jessica, after all. So, Mary demanded she call her “Aunt Jessie”.

4) Jessica told Mary that the Charles grave is real. This was a huge lie. Could this be why Bethany drew Jessica like this? Bethany thought her sister was dead. (No wonder Mary pretended to be Jessica by sleeping with Peter. She wanted to punish her sister.)

5) The only boy this could possibly be is Charles. So the fact that Bethany was drawing Charles being taken away from her (adopted by Jessica), means that the loss of Charles was important. It’ll make sense for Bethany to be A.D and wanting to avenge Charlotte’s death. The signs of Bethany being angry at the loss of Charlotte is in this picture.

6) What the hell?

Has this got anything to do with the fact that Bethany (a talented artist) never draws her face? Well, it’s tricky to answer because we’ve already seen her face: Troian’s face! She’s Spencer’s twin. Mary had ‘two Spencers’. 

7) Charlotte called Wren to tell him that Melissa buried Bethany - what if that wasn’t Charlotte trying to break up Wren and Melissa, but instead, she was just trying to get justice for Bethany by ruining the life of the one who killed her (Melissa killed Bethany as she died from suffocation). This is again foreshadowing the strong connection between Charlotte and Bethany. (Assuming she is dead.)

8) If Bethany really is Spencer’s twin, that means the flashback on the roof with Marion wasn’t depicted properly. Since Charlotte is older than Spencer and therefore older than Spencer’s twin, Charlotte would’ve been older than Bethany. They weren’t the same age. Essentially, the error was NOT that Toby and Alison looked like teenagers when Marion was alive. The error was that Charlotte looked so young. She wasn’t that young.

9) Why would Sara Harvey care about sending letters to Bethany’s parents? This could be Bethany telling her parents that she is alive and well.

OR, maybe that was Sara Harvey, who, under orders from Charlotte, had to send Bethany’s parents flowers. That still highlights the important relationship Charlotte and Bethany had.

10) Was this Bethany in 420?

11) Did Spencer’s twin kill Yvonne? Did the twin provide poisonous those butterscotch biscuits that Yvonne was eating in 713? That could’ve been AD’s dangerous way of doing her sister a favour. “Oh c’mon sis, I know you love Toby. I was doing you a favour!”

12) Letters from A.D. Bethany and Alison DiLaurentis were sending each other letters - is this Bethany’s lair, and she kept Alison’s letters? Is this Bethany’s motive; that Alison lured her to Rosewood to kill her? It’s awfully suspicious that Uber A has a box titled “Letters from A.D.” in their own lair, since they ARE A.D! Well, maybe the letters are from Alison (to Bethany), rather than from Uber A.

The point of this post isn’t really to jump to conclusions; she may be dead, alive, A.D,, a helper, or just another one of Mary’s children. Point being that she is important in some way and I can’t wait to see how. I will be 100% disappointed in the endgame if her name is not even mentioned in some way. I’ll be sure to update this if I think of more reasons as to why she is important to the story!

‘What are the Odds?’ (Part Two)

Summary: After a summer of messing around, you were now ready for your first day as a NYPD officer. However, nothing could have prepared you for the surprise that was in store for you. Your team consists of all your summer one-night-stands. What are the odds? (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series, based off of ‘Mamma Mia!’)

Author’s Note: I made this one nice and long since you guys were so patient with me. Thank you guys for all of your feedback! It means a lot.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1,224

Previous Part: Part One

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Hey Little sis

A/N: This is my first series. As always, you can tell me what I could work on. I also didn’t realise how similar this series could be to the “Hey, Momma” series by @becaamm , until my friend told me too read it. But i would highly recommend checking it out. Remember, Alway keep fighting. xx

Pairing: None (Yet ;-) )

Summery: Your the Archangels little sister. 

It was a normal morning. After being informed that you and the boys were having the day off, you decided that now was a good time to do the grocery run. Normally you weren’t one for doing the shopping, but once you saw there was no coffee left, it was decided; a moody Sam was extravagantly worse that doing the groceries.

Half way there you received a text from dean, simply informing you to come home to the bunker immediately. In an instant, you filled with worry. Speeding back to the bunker in no time.

With gun raised high, and ears expecting to hear the sound of pain. You entered,  only for your muscles relax at the sound of the boys chatting. Turning the corner to enter the map room, you come face with, not two men, but three. The third being Chuck.

Just as your eyes land on him, you couldn’t contain your emotions; Anger, pain. stupidity. It was too much. Why you never saw it before you don’t know.  Turning to leave when “Wait!” you were interrupted, your thoughts as well as your actions. Choosing to obey, you pause, turning round to face him. Too face your dad.

His expression softened “you’ve changed” all you can do is scoff. Of cores you’ve changed, it’s only been what? A couple of hundred years. “well that makes the two of us, I became a hunter and you became a drunk writer, who hid from his own children let alone his first Daughter”

Noticing the confusion on Sam and Deans faces. You decide to fill them in a little. “You see boys, this here ‘Chuck’ is actually God. Yes, sadly the real deal.” Their confusion grew, along with the silence. “How do you know all this” was all Dean could manage.

You never told them, and you weren’t ready to tell them. However, in this moment you must. “Well you see. . umm .. wel-“ You were cut off. “she’s an Archangel. Well was an Archangel, until I took her Grace that is.” There it goes. The truth.

“So your human?” Sam finally spoke up. “No” Chuck answered in your place. “I Wasn’t talking to you” Sam growled, currently staring at you, eagerly awaiting an answer, “I’m not just any angel, you see as chuck said I’m an Archangel, when or if, one of us was to lose our grace, we don’t lose our wings. They just become dormant.” Looking to see their reactions, Dean was shaking his head, all the while Sam was rubbing his face.

“can I see them?” Dean whispered. No one had seen your wings, apart from other archangels. Bowing your head, you use all your energy into showing your wings. They were beaten, Scared and broken. Seeing the shock on their faces you decided to speck up. “all those bullets you guys miraculously missed, I took. If possible I would take any blow”

As Sam was about to speak up he was interrupted, “Well, time to go then, we’ve got the family waiting.” And with a zap you were gone.

“Hey, little Sis” came from a voice behind, turning around you see your older brothers. All of them, Together. 

Part two

Carolina

So, Harry has said before that his favourite song is Free Fallin’ by John Mayer, which as you may know is a cover of a famous song by Tom Petty. The opening line to Free Fallin’ is “She’s a good girl” - sound familiar?

Now let me draw your attention to another Tom Petty song (technically Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, he was in a band before going solo too) called Mary Jane’s Last Dance. If you don’t know it, you might guess from just the title that it’s about a woman, but the name Mary Jane might also make you think of a certain drug. Does this woman/drug ambiguity seem familiar?

Well as it turns out, the lyrics of Mary Jane’s Last Dance are quite thematically similar to Carolina. The opening line of MJLD is “She grew up in an Indiana town” vs the opening line of Carolina - “She’s got a family in Carolina”. Some other interesting lyrics:

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I did what I had to do

A/N: Part two of Here’s what we’re gonna do

Word Count: 2051

Dean x Sister!Reader   Sam x Sister!Reader

“We must get your sister as well.” Cas said as he looked at Sam and Dean, “She is the back up plan for both angels and demons. If either of them get to her first and she says yes then all of this is for nothing.”

Sam and Dean shared a confused look, “What are you talking about Cas?” Sam questioned.

“Our sister’s been dead for almost thirteen years.” Dean added gruffly. He hated talking about you. You were his twin, the one he could have saved if he had been there to intervene in the fight you had with John. Instead he was at the library and you went searching for him. You never found him. Instead you had been taken by a shifter and killed.

It was his fault.

“No she has not.” Cas replied with a confused face, “She resides in Columbus, Ohio. I believe she works at a bank.”

“A bank?” Dean deadpanned.

“Yes, I believe so.” Cas responded.

“Cas,” Sam said before letting out a breath, “Our sister died when she was seventeen.”

“No she did not.” Cas argued back, getting annoyed that the boys didn’t believe him.

“I’m warning you Cas, drop it.” Dean huffed out.

“Fine. I’ll show you.” Cas responded before placing his hands on each Winchester’s shoulder’s and zapping them to your location.

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girl from sev' elev' -- michael x reader

omg OK here this finally is i’m on mobile & therefore do not know how to normally do these intros lmao so bear with me

summary: locking urself in the bathroom to hide from a Gross Fuckboi seemed dreadful………until u locked yourself in there with someone else

warnings: swears! no proof reading ! weed , alcohol , Sinful teens !!! Michael being super out of character!!!! y'all know i’m bad @ this 


You remembered that the moment he walked in, you knew you recognized him. School, probably? You couldn’t imagine where else. You might have had a class with him freshman year, but you weren’t sure. It was your first day of your junior year and your boss had somehow scheduled you for a morning shift again. You wiped the sleep out of your eyes and quietly watched as the boy bopped about the 7/11 aisles, clearly awake and happy despite the early morning.

He set his cherry slushie on the counter, pulling his headphones down to his neck as he looked up at you – his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses when he saw you.

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Science Partners (Peter Parker x Reader) - Part 1

A/N: With all of the Homecoming hype, I figured I would write another little thing about our cute web-slinger. Enjoy!! xx

Warnings: cute, cute, cuTE, and the cheesiest of tropes

PART 2  PART 3  PART 4  PART 5  PART 6

Originally posted by jessikaort

It was a new year. A new year of hell. Peter always did fairly well in his classes, especially his science classes, but he still hated the idea of being invisible as he navigated the crowds of hormonal teenagers. He also hated listening to guys and girls complain about broken phones when he had to worry about broken bones as he kept the streets safe. 

He didn’t hate school quite as much, however, when he walked into chemistry and saw you. You were a new student and you sat perched on a stool, alone at a back table. Your hair shone in the sunlight that streaked through the classroom window. Peter would swear that your eyes glittered like (Y/E/C) jewels when your eyes met his. You flashed him a shy smile before looking away. It was only for a moment but Peter was undeniably head-over-heels. 

“Parker,” the teacher barked. Peter snapped his head to look at the teacher. He gripped the strap of his backpack nervously. “It is nice of you to finally join us. For the rest of the year, I think it would be kind to your new science partner that you arrive on time.” The teacher gestured to you with one liver-spotted hand. 

Peter’s heart leaped into his throat as he willed his feet to move towards you. He placed his bag down with a thud and nervously took the stool next to you. “I’m (Y/N),” you whispered, tapping his shoulder lightly. 

“I’m Peter!” he blurted out as the teacher was going over the syllabus. His face went as red as a tomato and a few students snickered. The teacher shot him a threatening glare before continuing. You smiled and giggled lightly, pink creeping up your cheeks. 

The entire hour, Peter kept stealing glances at you. Everything about you was perfect. The shape of your lips, the color of your eyes, the rise of your cheek bones, the curve of your nose. An oral pop quiz was given and Peter was impressed by your intelligence. You raised your hand for almost every question and every time you were right. 

Every now and then you would catch Peter staring. Your heartbeat was rapid the entire class period. His chocolaty brown gaze made your breath hitch and your stomach flutter. When he wasn’t looking, you would also steal glances. His jaw clenched in concentration. His messy hair fluttered in his eyes. His surprisingly defined arms and chest moved gracefully under his sweater. 

Towards the end of class, the teacher handed out a list of various labs you could choose from to get yourself acquainted with the lab. You looked over the purple paper and looked up at Peter who was staring directly at you. His chin was propped up on his hand and he had a dazed smile on his face. “So, um, Peter, what do you think?” you asked.

“I think you’re amazing,” he mumbled. His eyes grew wide as he realized what he said. You looked away, hoping to hide the intense blush on your cheeks. “I.. I mean no, well, yes, you are, but I, uh…” You could say that Peter was saved by the bell, for the high pitched school bell began to ring and Peter was out the door before anyone else. You stared at the empty stool and your shoulders drooped a little. This was going to be an interesting year. 

Peter made his way to the lunch room, trying to block out the embarrassing image of him making a fool of himself. He somberly waited in line for his lunch and then took his usual seat with his friend, Ned. “New year, dude. New year means new girls,” Ned said, nudging Peter’s shoulder. Peter just slowly shook his head, staring down at his grease soaked pizza. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I met the new girl,” Peter mumbled. 

“Dude, tell me about her! Is she that bad that so you’re like this now?”

Peter shook his head once more. “No, Ned. She’s astounding. She’s so intelligent and she made this really funny joke in class and her face… Ned, her face. She’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. And she’s my science partner..” Peter went on and on with great enthusiasm about you. Ned encouraged it. 

You walked into the lunch room, gripping your bagged lunch and looking around nervously. You finally found who you were looking for and made a bee-line for the table. “And Ned, her shirt fit in all of the right…”

“Um, Peter?” you interrupted nervously, standing behind him as Ned eyed you humorously. You saw his shoulders tense and his ostentatious hand gestures freeze in mid-air. He slowly turned in his seat and looked up at you. “You forgot this in chemistry,” you held up the hand not holding your lunch to show Peter’s backpack. 

He gingerly took the bag from you, his fingertips brushing against your hand. You would laugh at yourself later but you could have sworn you felt sparks when his hand touched yours. “Thank you,” he mumbled, looking into your eyes. You could feel a heat creeping up your neck and you gripped your lunch nervously.

“Would you like to sit with us?” Ned piped up, breaking your attention away from Peter’s gold-flecked eyes. 

You flashed him a smile, and nodded. “Yes, thank you,” you stammered. 

“You wouldn’t mind, Pete, right?” Ned winked at him. 

“Not… Not at all,” Peter said, scooting over so you could sit next to him. You made yourself comfortable as you slid in next to your cute new lab partner. Your shoulders brushed together and Peter cleared his throat. 

“So, (Y/N), I’m Ned. Peter has told me a lot about you.” Peter angrily took a bite out of his pizza. You giggled shyly and began unpacking your lunch. “Peter here is very good at chemistry with other people, just so you know.” The boy in question let out a very angry sigh, his jaw clenching. You bit your lip and saw that Ned was playing wing-man. 

“Is he now?” you asked, sounding intrigued. “Maybe you could show me a thing or two… In the lab, of course.” Peter perked up but continued to stare down at his food. 

“So, (Y/N), have you ever studied anatomy?” Ned asked, waggling his eyebrows at you and nodding towards Peter. You suppressed a giggle as you felt Peter kick him under the table. 

You made sure to flutter your eyelashes a little as you looked sideways at the very embarrassed boy and said, “The human body happens to be a.. main interest of mine.”

Peter almost choked on his milk and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Ned roared with laughter and Peter was once again bright red. “He’ll get this flirting thing down eventually,” Ned said through fits of laughter, patting your hand reassuringly. “So, where ya from?”

Ned made pleasant conversation the rest of the lunch period and Peter gradually came out of his shell. You could tell that you would become fast friends with the two boys and your feelings for Peter had already begun to take root. Peter, at one point, even attempted a pick-up line. 

“What lab were you thinking of doing?” you asked Peter. 

“Well,” he began, puffing out his chest and looking at you through half-lidded eyes, “I was thinking we could mix copper and tellurium because you’re CuTe.”

“Impressive, Peter,” you said with a giggle. He looked very proud of himself for the “effectiveness” of his flirting. The lunch bell rang and all three of you stood up to leave. “Well, I’ll see you in gym, Peter. See you tomorrow, Ned!” you shouted over your shoulder. 

“Gym, huh? You guys can be gym partners! You can help her with her squats, spot that a… ouch, dude!” Peter punched Ned’s shoulder as he was talking. Peter watched you walk away, a soft smile on his face. You glanced once more over your shoulder and flashed a gorgeous smile at Peter. Peter was not going to hate school at all this year. 


A/N: This ended up a little longer than I expected. Also, this is set up perfectly to become a series! What do you guys think? Would you want that? Let me know and send in requests!! xx

You For Breakfast (Grayson)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You awoke to a warm hand rubbing gently across your stomach. The sun was just beginning to rise and it couldn’t have been any later than 7 A.M. You smiled to yourself as your head peaked over your shoulder at your boyfriend who’s face was pressed against your back where he left gentle, feather light kisses. This was one of your favourite things to wake up to, he knew this. You stirred gently against him, signaling you were awake, and felt him shift closer to you, wrapping his arm tighter around your body.

“Hmmm. Already?” You mumbled, laughter laced through your voice as you felt his erection press against your bum.

“I can’t help it.” Grayson grumbled. His voice was low, thick with sleep. Nothing turned you on more than his morning voice, you weren’t ashamed to admit it. He played with the lace detailing on your shorts, a pair he had bought you from Victoria’s Secret just a few months ago. “You in these little shorts does things to me.”

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My Love for You

Word Count: 1447

Summary: When Elena Gilbert walks in on you and your husband, Elijah Mikaelson having an intimate moment, Elijah relays a bit of your past and expresses to her his feelings for you.

Requested By: @badhippiehabits

Can you do an Elijah Mikaelson imagine? Where the reader and Elijah were together and married before he was turned and when he was turned she was turned too. And when Elijah and the reader go to help Elena with Klaus, Elena walks in on Elijah and the reader having a cute moment and when the reader is leaving she over hears Elena asking Elijah about their love and he gets all glossy eyes and tell her about their story and how their love will never die. Please and thank you❤️

Pairings: Reader x Elijah Mikaelson

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long it’s my first request and I wanted it to be as perfect as I could possibly make it!

It was Elijah’s night to make dinner and as always the delectable scent of his cooking lured you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Mm.” You said upon entering the kitchen. “I don’t know what you’re cooking but as usual it smells delicious!” You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He chuckled. “Thank you, my sweet.”

You kissed his shoulder blade, spreading your hands along the strong, muscular planes of his chest. “I love you Elijah Mikaelson.”

He turned off the stove and spun around to face you. Taking either side of your face in his hands, he leaned down until your faces were mere inches apart. “I love you more, y/n”

“Impossible,” you smirked.

He wrapped his arms around you. You placed your hands on his chest. He leaned in further and kissed you. Slowly, your eyes closed and you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer.

That kiss was perfect. It could have gone on forever and neither one of you would have noticed. And then you heard it. A soft knock at the doorway.

You broke apart, startled. Elijah shoved you behind him. He tensed, barring his fangs ready to protect you from the world itself if necessary.

Elena, stood wide-eyed in the doorway of the kitchen.

Elijah relaxed his stance and began straightening his shirt collar. “Um, hello Elena.”

You dipped your head in greeting. “Elena.”

“Hi.” Elena said in a meek voice followed by a tiny wave.

You laughed breathily.

“How did you get in here?” Elijah asked, folding his arms across his chest.

Elena’s lips moved but no words came out.

A smile tugged at your lips. You wondered if it was Elijah making her nervous or if her own embarrassment had left her tongue-tied. Maybe both, you decided.

“Elena!” you exclaimed.  

“I knocked but no one answered!” she finally said. “And both of your cars were in the driveway so I figured that either you two were avoiding me or something terrible happened to you! I’m sorry! I don’t usually go barging into other people’s homes but I really, really need to talk to Elijah! So I tested the door…and it was unlocked…and then I found you guys…in here….kissing…”

When Elena finished she was nervously wringing her hands and looking down at her shoes like a child who’d gotten caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. It was so adorable that you were nearly in tears trying to keep yourself from laughing.

Elijah cleared his throat awkwardly. “And what is that you need to speak to me about, Elena?”

The doppelganger sighed, throwing her hands in the air. “Klaus is up to his old tricks again.”

You and Elijah groaned in unison. You’d had enough of Klaus and ‘his old tricks’ to last you a lifetime.

“Well, in that case I’m going back upstairs to—“

“Keep the bed warm?” Elijah finished.

You gaped at him in shock. He was rarely so playful in front of anyone outside of his immediate family.

From the corner of your eye you saw Elena’s cheeks turn bright red.

“Elijah! We have a guest,” you scolded, gesturing to Elena.

“What?” he laughed.

You playfully swatted him on the arm. He returned the favor by swatting you on the behind. You yelped in surprise.  

“No, no! It’s fine. I did break into your house after all…” Elena’s cheeks reddened further.

“What is wrong with you?”

Elijah shrugged. “I love you. That’s all.”

You smiled and pecked a kiss on his cheek.

Striding past Elena and out of the kitchen, you spoke, “Just yell if he steps out of line, Elena.”

The two snickered as you made your way upstairs and into the master bedroom.

“Please excuse my crude behavior, Elena.” You heard your husband say from below.

“No, it’s fine. You and y/n are adorable together.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“How long have you been together?”

“Since I was human,” you could almost hear the grin in his voice.

“Wow… What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being with the same person for over a thousand years… I can’t imagine being with just the same person for one thousand years.”

“I suppose that it’s all about the person. I can’t imagine a day without my y/n at my side.”

Climbing into your bed you beamed with pride and pleasure.

“That’s beautiful, Elijah.”

“It’s true too.”

She laughed. “So how did you meet y/n?”

“We sort of grew up together. Our fathers were in business together, my father was a wealthy landowner and y/n’s father was a contractor. My father owned the land and y/n’s father built the houses on the land.”

“So your family was supportive?”

Elijah snorted. “Our mothers were supportive and so were my siblings. Rebekah especially. Y/N is like the sister she never had. Our fathers on the other hand were furious.”

You shuddered at the memory.

“Why?”

“Who knows? I remember Mikael went out of his way to make y/n uncomfortable every time she visited our home. Y/N’s father, thankfully at least tried to be civil when I was over.”  

“That was nice.”

“Yes, but when I left he would yell at y/n so loudly that the whole village could hear.”

A chill crept up your spine, you could still hear the roar of your father’s voice in your ears.

“Oh.” She said flatly.

Elijah snickered lightly. “It’s okay though. We got through it. And we’ll get through anything else that life throws at us so long as we are together.”

Your lips twitched, fighting a smile.

“That’s really beautiful.” Elena said softly. “You really, truly love her, don’t you?”

“That woman up there is my world,” you heard him say.

“That’s amazing. When I was little my mom used to read to me stories about princes and princesses finding their soulmates and true loves. When I grew older I tossed the whole idea of true loves and soulmates aside. It all sounded so…childish and unrealistic. And yet here I am looking right at in you and y/n.”

Elijah released a breathy laugh. “Well if true loves and soulmates are indeed real then there is no doubt in my mind that y/n is mine. I love her like I have loved no other. Her very existence completes me. Her eyes, her scent, her personality bewitches me… I remember that on the night of our hundredth wedding anniversary party I looked upon the face of my wife with such overwhelming love that I was afraid I might burst before the first toast could be made. Just days before the celebration I was wondering if it would always be like this, if my love for her would ever fade. Nine hundred years later I think it’s safe to say that the answer to that question is no.” He laughed.

But you weren’t laughing at all. You were crying. Your husband’s words had brought you to tears. His voiced feelings hit you where you needed it most. You too had shared your husband’s worries and for centuries you dreaded the day when your husband would lose interest in you or when someone new would manage to catch his eye. Now you knew that that day would never come.

You heard Elijah sniff a couple of times.

You swallowed your laughter. He felt it too, you realized, the relief, the overwhelming euphoria of being and feeling completely content and satisfied in your relationship and in the one you love.

“So what was it you needed, Elena?”

X

When Elena departed, Elijah resumed cooking dinner and made a quick and sharply-worded phone call to his brother, Klaus.

When he was done, he entered your bedroom with a gleaming silver tray in his hands. He grinned at you, sitting the steaming tray with your dinner on it at the foot of the bed. “I thought we might eat in bed for a change.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips. His lips were soft and warm against your own but kiss remained strong.

You stroked his cheek, his stubble scratched at your palm. “I love you with all of my heart, Elijah Mikaelson.”

His cheeks colored a tad. “I knew you were listening.”

“You meant it? All of it?”

“Every last word.” He confirmed.

“I feel the same,” you told him. “I’ve never felt as strong, or as confident, or as beautiful or as…whole as I have in these last one thousand plus years I have spent at your side. When I’m with you no matter where I am the world is brighter, kinder. Thank you for being my husband, Elijah and thank you for making me your wife.”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading. And thanks to @badhippiehabits for requesting.

First Crush (part 3)

Originally posted by tom-is-bae

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Tony Stark (dad) x Reader

Summary: After being home schooled your whole life, it’s finally your first day in high school. You are so excited to finally have a chance to live a normal teenage life. Well as normal as you could get.

Word count: 1000

A/N: This is the first thing that I have ever written so please go easy on me. I have written five parts to this story and I’m going to post a new part everyday. I would really appreciate constructive criticism. So, if you think of something that I could do better let me know! So here we go. I hope you guys like it!

PS You can send me requests if you want! I can write about almost any MCU character and actor. By sending me requests you can help me improve myself. Send your requests here!

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Peter’s point of view:

Y/N and I had been friends for a few weeks now. She had become one of my best friends and the biggest crush I have ever had. Every time I saw her smile and heard her laugh I fell in love with her even more. Ned figured out my crush almost instantly and has been teasing me about it since then. He has been dropping hints at Y/N, not so subtly may I add. But Y/N seems to be completely oblivious about it and she hasn’t (luckily) figured it out yet.

“Peteeer!” I heard a familiar voice yell and felt her hugging me from behind. God, she smelled amazing. Her signature perfume had become my favorite smell in the world. “H-heeey Y/N” I replied and cursed myself for stuttering. I mean seriously I had known her for weeks and I still couldn’t control my stutters. “I just ran into Ned and he told me about your movie night tonight and invited me to join you guys. I don’t know if he told you about it yet but I’ll be there. Hope you don’t mind” Y/N said with the biggest smile on her face. God that smile makes never fails to make my heart beat out of my chest. And those soft-looking pink lips, the most perfect set of lips I have ever seen. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those lips and- “Peter you don’t mind do you?” she continued now with a slightly worried expression. I jumped out of my thoughts and shook the image of kissing her out of my head “N-no no of course not! I would love for you to join us.” I told her emphasizing the word ‘love’ way too much. “Great I can’t wait!” she cheered “walk with me to math?” she asked. I nodded and shut my locker.

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Catfish: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel (Tinder AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been single for a while and it seems like old-fashion dating isn’t working for you. You go to your last resort: Tinder. You come across this guy, James, who seems really nice, but is skeptical about meeting you in person. You’re really dying to know why.

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Out of all the people that Bucky matched with, you were some of the few that messaged first. He liked that. That meant that people were truly interested. He messaged you back within a couple of minutes.

James: Hey there.

Y/N: Sorry. I’ve never done this before so I might seem a bit awkward.

James: That’s fine. I’m new to all this as well.

Y/N: So…do you wanna get to know each other?

James: Sure.

Y/N: Ok.

James: Ok. 

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In Your Crosshairs

Author: @punkof-pop
Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Words: 6,782
Warnings: Fluff, angst, feels (sorry, not sorry)
A/N: I wrote this for @fillthevoid-stilinski  ‘s writing challenge and it was honestly a lot of fun! It gave me way more motivation. Also, I was listening to Copacetic by Knuckle Puck (as I do every week in preparation for Shapeshifter) and the song In Your Crosshairs seemed to fit so I strongly recommend! Let me know what you guys think and if you wanna be tagged because maybe this will be a two-shot instead of a one-shot, let me know.
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Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It’s a crisp night for California but you’re still out walking, hoodie wrapped around your arms. This is a terrible idea and you know it but there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you to suck it up and just do it. The worst possible thing that can happen is you end up dead but everyone dies eventually, might as well take the risk.

You approach the black truck that’s parked, engine off, in an open parking lot. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the sight and idiotic parking place. You thought it was just a rumor, someone mistaking him for someone else but that’s his truck.

You tap the window and the sleeping chimera wakes up almost immediately. “I’m going, I’m going.” He grumbles without even looking to the window.

He looks to you with wide eyes as you point for him to roll the window down but he simply opens the door. “Wasn’t asking you to leave.” You sigh, still in disbelief you’re standing here.

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