sometimes you have to gif things yourself

Baby steps -Tom Holland

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I devided it in 2 because it got too long. Maybe part 2 if you like it? I feel like it’s trash hdjdb Anyways, enjoy!

You first met him at the gym. You were not working out but actually working there. It was a private gym with only a few assistants let alone woman assistant. Your clients were all about privacy so your manager kept the circle small. It was five in the morning and you were setting up last things in the gym when your eye cought someone coming in.

“Sorry we’re closed for another hour!” you called without looking at the door and kept putting the weights on their places.
“Oh…uh, Jim told us we could stroll in early because we start shooting midday.” A voice unknown to you answered and you stood up from where you were crouching down and put your hands on your hips while turning around to the guy you were about to scold. You hated being told otherwise and you sure didn’t like to be told how this place was running. You blew a streak of hair out of your face when you recognized him and you lifted your brows.

“ guys. Right. Forgot about that. Jim was rambling about something yesterday. Alright come in.” you said and waved them in. While they walked in you turned back to your work and told yourself not to freak out. You were in the same building as Tom Holland. Yes. But what difference does it make? Celebs and rich people were coming here all the time. No big deal. Play it cool.
You took a deep breath and bent down again to keep working while you were mumbling to yourself.

“Sorry?” you heared someone say half an hour later and looked up immediatly just to see Tom Holland staring at you, seeming confused.
“What?” you said and facepalmed yourself in your mind immediatly.
“Did you say something?” he said and smiled politely while grabbing onto the handles.
“No, no. Was just…talking to myself.” you said and walked away immediatly hiding your red cheeks.

You tried to avoid him and his friend as much as possible after that conversation. So you stayed behind the counter preparing the drinks your gym was offering their clients. You put one bottle after the other on top of the counter and hummed along with the music which was playing out of the boxes all over the gym.
“Talking to yourself again?” you heared someone say and your head shot up to see Tom smiling at you while he took one drink off the counter. He sat down on one of the chairs and opened the lid of the bottle to take a generous swig.
“Singing along, more likely.” you answered and pointed at the speaker at the top corner on the ceiling. You left your finger in the air while wiggling along to the music and preparing the rest of the drinks.

“I’m Tom, by the way.” he introduced himself and you couldn’t surpress a chuckle.
“I know.” you smiled and slid to the left to take a lid for the bottle.
“You know?” he chuckled and you nodded.
“Who doesn’t?” you teased him and kept your head down focusing on your work and keeping your hands busy.
“Well, I can’t exactly say: ‘Hi, you know who I am. What’s your name?’ while approaching people, can I?” he laughed and took another swig of his drink. It made you laugh too and you shook your head.
“No of course not. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you. Love your work.” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and wanted to vanish into thin air.

“Thanks. Appreciate that. Not so bad yourself.” he said and made you look up with a questioning gaze. He was holding up the bottle and shaking it lightly which made you roll your eyes and smile a little.
“When you make hundreds every day you get the hang of it.” you said shrugging your shoulders and put another five on the counter.
He opened his mouth to say something but got interrupted by his friend.
“Tom! Are you coming, mate?”

“Yeah! There in a sec.” he called back and stood up from his chair and walked towards you.
“Tight schedule. Talk later?” he said apologetically and you raised a brow in surprise but gathered yourself together immediatly.
“Sure. I’m here from 6am to whenever Jim doesn’t need me anymore. Always at your service.” you said and saluted jokingly while cleaning the counter. He left with a chuckle and you finally could take a deep breath.

You guys didn’t talk later. You didn’t even see him leave which upset you a little because you got your hopes up, which was obviously very dumb of you. Even though the voice in the corner of your head kept telling you to not expect anything. Now it was laughing at you.
You were finishing to clean up to exchange shifts with the next assistant when Jim called you.

“I’m coming.” you said while jogging to the reception.
“You got a call.” he murmured and you smiled apologetically.
“Mom I told you not to call at work. Jim gets annoyed. You can call my phone, I showed you how.” you hissed into the phone turning your back on Jim.

“I would, but I couldn’t get your number.” someone else said and your jaw dropped.

“You know who I am.” he laughed and gave you time to gather yourself.
“What’s up?”,you said finally, playing with the cord of the phone. Yes it was an old phone with a cord attached to it and all.
“I felt bad for leaving without a goodbye. I really looked forward to chatting with you but I had to leave early because of the shoot.” he apologized and you furrowed your brows.
“No big deal. I’m always here.” you said and shrugged your shoulders not really thinking about that he wasn’t able to see you.

“Well, I got a ten minute break right now. But you could give me your number so I could call you sometime. I mean, if you want. If that’s okay, you know.” he stuttered and you chuckled at his attempt to get your number.
“As I said…” you said after thinking about it and coming to a conclusion,“You can always find me here. I’m always at your service.” you added and gave Jim a thumbs up who was watching you from afar.
“Oh,” he said and went silent for a second,“Yeah, sure. Of course. I gotta go Y/N. I’ll see you around.”

“Goodbye Tom.” you said before he hung up and you sighed while putting the phone back to its place. He was a celebrity after all and you did not belong in his world in any shape or form. You didn’t want to get your hopes up again. You went through your hair with your hands and walked to the changing room. Time to get home and sleep this out.


Tom came in three times a week. He didn’t say anything about you refusing to give him your number. He didn’t ask why, he simply respected your desicion. You’d be always there when he came in with his friends. You’d chat for a bit about things you saw or what happened in your lifes before splitting up. He was by your side every break he did and while time passed you became really good friends. You weren’t feeling awkward and jumpy around him anymore and could be yourself while he enjoyed your company. He loved that you were not constantly talking about his career as an actor or how it was to be spiderman. He enjoyed the casual questions you asked about his life. You both enjoyed the simplicity of your friendship.

It had been more than two months when he finally gathered his courage together to ask you out. Both of you walked out to the parking lot and were laughing about something when he asked you.
“Hey Y/N?”

“Hm?” you answered still chuckling and were looking for your keys.
“I wanted to ask you if you’d like to grab a coffee with me some time?” he asked out of the blue and you looked up.

“Really?” you asked and he nodded shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I really would want to see you out of this building.” he shrugged and pointed with his head towards the gym.
“Sure.” you said also shrugging your shoulders as if it was nothing. Your heart was beating in your ears, but he didn’t need to know that.


You left your apartment two days later to meet up with him. You didn’t dress up or anything. He only had seen you in your working clothes and a ponytail, so you put on simple light blue jeans and a white blouse. You let your hair fall onto your shoulders to look at least a little bit different.
When you walked in to the café he told you about a bell rang above the door. You looked around and your eyes searched for the brown locks and brown eyes in the café but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged your shoulders a little and decided to give your order while you were waiting.
You took your coffee and walked through the café looking for a nice place to sit when suddenly someone grabbed your wrist.

“Hey!” you hissed and pulled your arm back and looked who it was.
“Hi.” Tom smiled under his blue cap and glasses.
“Jesus. Is that really necessary?” you chuckled and sat down in front of him while putting your  cup on the table.
“The cap: yes. The sunglasses: no.” he answered and took his sunglasses off and revealed his beautiful dark brown eyes and smiled at you. As soon as he put his sunglasses down you looked around to see if someone was going to come screaming at him but it stayed silent.
“Fans are usually more subtle than that.” he chuckled as if he could read your mind and you blushed immediatly.

You talked about various things for hours. He made you laugh which you appreciated. Life was sometimes really cruel and it was a blessing to have someone who made your day a little brighter everyday.
“You know I was really nervous when I first met you?” you said finally and leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms in front of your chest slightly grinning.
“I played it ‘cool’.” you mocked yourself and put quotation marks into the air.

“I thought you didn’t like me.“he laughed and mimicked your body language.
“Actually I was a little intimidated by you.” he confessed and you gasped.
“Why?!” you said leaving your mouth slightly ajar while hiding a smile.
“You yelled at me. First step into the gym and I hear some angry woman yelling that I am not allowed in.” he explained himself and held his hands up in defense.
“It was 5am in the morning. I may have been a little grumpy.” you gave in and closed your mouth into a smirk. You put your arms down on to the table and leaned in.

“You wanna know a secret?” you whispered and made him lean in too.
“Sure.” he played along and you surpressed a grin.
“I told you that I love all your work when we first met, but I actually didn’t even know your name before Spiderman came out.” you said and bit your lip to prevent yourself from laughing because he made such a funny face.
He rolled his eyes and groaned while leaning back into his chair again.
“I thought you were going to tell me something fun. You’re lame.” he said and threw his scrunched up napkin at you which landed in your lap. You picked it up laughing and put it on the table. Suddenly he let his hand glide in to yours fingers crossing. You looked up with a raised brow and saw his stupid smiling face which made you blush.
“You make me really happy, Y/N.” he said out of the blue and you intended to pull your hand back but he tightened his grip as if he read your mind. Again.


“And I wish you would believe me.” he added and let go of your hand. He raised the same hand to call for a waiter and asked for the check.
“I already paid for mine?” you said apologetically and he raised his brows.
“Well, I guess your paying mine too then?” he joked to lighten the atmosphere he just had created and you chuckled nervously.
You did pay the check even though he assured you he was joking. It was no big deal.

“You still can pay for another round.” you said quickly while shouldering yourself into the jacket and his head shot up.
“I’ll text you if you give me your number.” you said casually and bit on your lip nervously.
“Yeah, sure, totally.” he chattered and took out his phone to give you his number. You were about to say something after he gave you the piece of napkin he wrote his number on when his phone rang.
“Sorry…I gotta take this. Hello?” he apologized and picked up.
“No, I’m out. Okay. Yeah, I’ll be there in ten.”

You fumbled with the zipper of your jacket when he hung up and jumped out of his chair.
“I really have to rush out. Something with my manager and the movie. You’ll give me a call?” he asked and took his jacket.
“Sure.” you said totally baffled and suddenly he leaned in, laid his hand on your arm and gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“I’m really sorry.” he said before pulling away and walking out of the café.
You’re hand wandered to your cheek and you stood there for several minutes with your mouth slightly open.
Did he really just-…?

You took your phone out of your bag and typed in his number.
“I’ll see you saturday evening on the rooftop of the building in front of the gym. I’m gonna show you the most amazing sunset you’ll ever see. Bring coffee. X”, you wrote and sent it before you could delete the x at the and of the message.


You were really excited about saturday. You weren’t working on saturday so wasn’t he but you couldn’t just sit around at home so you went to the gym anyways. Since you texted him, the messages kept going back and forth. The voice inside your head was sitting in a corner with crossed legs and was judging you while shaking it’s head.
You started your workout routine and finished it around 3pm. You still had two hours so you could rush home to take a shower and get ready. You also had prepared a basket with sandwiches and soda, plus a blanket to lie on.

You put your headphones on and shouldered your duffle bag and closed the lights of the gym. You were humming to yourself when you pushed the door open and suddenly you were standing in a rain of flashs and question.

Are you dating Tom Holland?

Is he your client?

Are you with your client?

Since when are you two together?

Could you look over here?

Is he in there too?

Can we get-…

As your numbness faded a little you stepped back and shut the door immediatly. You leaned against the door and slid down on to the floor. What did just happen? How did they know? How did they-…
You jumped up and rushed to the computer at the reception and typed his name in. Millions of photos popped up but you could only see the ones trending.
It was him holding your hand. It was him giving you a kiss on your cheek. It was you laughing at something he said. It was both of you looking at each other. You clicked on several posts and you were shocked about the comments.

What a fake bitch!

Who is she even?

Tom deserves better, he can do better!

She can go kill herself.

She is not even pretty.

You shut the laptop down and a sob escaped your throat and you pressed your hand against your mouth while teares built in your eyes. You stepped slowly back until your back hit the wall and you started crying.
You were trying to avoid this. All along.

(this image isn’t mine!! credit to whoever owns it, i couldn’t find the original xx)

Patching Things Up

Summary: Fighting with Peter is never fun, but when you take it a bit too far things get a little dicey. You end up having to try to fix your relationship (and a pretty beat up Peter) and find yourself discovering a little more about him than you expected

Warnings: Blood is mentioned but it’s nothing too bad :)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker

Genre: Angst + Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: WOAH my other writing thing got a bunch of notes for no reason omg I hope to keep posting and eventfully make a masterlist?? but yeah enjoy!


Peter was your close friend and you’d do absolutely anything for him, but man did he piss you off sometimes. You both were generally very easygoing and sweet people, but sometimes your opinions and viewpoints clashed dramatically. You argued about things ranging from what toppings to order on your pizza to who was the worst at math. Almost every argument you had was over silly stuff and you two made up instantly when you were finished. There was one exception though.

Spiderman. When you first found out about Peter’s secret you were stoked. It was an accident, of course. Ned let it slip one day when the two of you were talking and, against his wishes, you confronted Peter about it.

“I can’t believe you never told me!” you gushed excitedly. “There’s so many things I want to ask. Can you talk to actual spiders? Do webs come out of your butt? Spiders use poison to make their food mushy so they can eat it, is that what you do? I’ve never noticed.”

“How did you… Ned, are you serious?” Peter asked, his voice strained. “Y/N you weren’t supposed to find out. You have to swear not to tell anyone.”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you said with a wink. “It’s not like anyone would believe me anyway, but I’ll keep it to myself.”

“What, you don’t think Peter Parker can take on massive villains with crazy weapons and stuff?” he asked, looking mildly offended.

“Honestly? Not really,” you admitted. “No offense Pete, you’re just not that threatening or tough.” His eyes flashed and you knew this was going to be the beginning of something.

“Well that sucks because I don’t see you risking your life every single night fighting bad guys ten times your size,” he said angrily. “I get beat up really badly all the time but you should see the other guy. I like to think I’m somewhat good at what I do.” You stared at him for a second, your mind processing what he just said.

“Peter you have to stop,” you said suddenly. He paused, clearly taken aback.

“Y-you want me to stop? Stop being Spiderman?”

“Yes,” you hesitated. “It’s so dangerous, what would I do if something bad happened to you? God, I can’t believe this. What if you’d gotten killed? Please, you have to stop.” He took a step away from you, looking hurt.

“Y/N I have to do this,” he said. “If I don’t then so many more people are in danger. Don’t you get it? I can save people! I’ve already saved people. Isn’t that more important than whether or not I get some bruises once in a while? It’s so selfish of you to even say that!” His voice raised as he went, his emotions running wild. For as long as you’d known Peter he had never raised his voice like that at you. You could feel your heart pumping faster as you glared at him.

“If you keep being Spiderman we can’t be friends.” As soon as you said it you regretted it. The look on his face was like a punch to the gut. You hadn’t been friends for very long but you were still extremely close and you knew life without Peter would totally suck. It wasn’t an empty threat though. His safety was really important to you and you hated the idea of him setting off every night to go get knocked around.

“I won’t,” he said in a low voice. You blinked, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Then I guess we’re not friends anymore.”

“I guess not.” He didn’t look away, his gaze defiant and strong. You suddenly understood where Spiderman’s bravery came from. You readjusted the backpack on your shoulder and turned away, walking away from him.

It has been a few weeks since the fight had gone down and neither of you had spoken since. You were ashamed of your behavior but were too stubborn to go back on your word. It wasn’t really fair of you to ask him to give it up entirely but he had to understand the gravity of the situation. You checked the news obsessively every night to see if there was any information about Spiderman. You followed update accounts on twitter and even downloaded news apps with live coverage just in case. Every time Peter missed a day at school you were filled with anxiety and fear that he wouldn’t ever come back. You used Ned as a resource to find out how Peter was doing. Ned, caught in the middle, would always desperately ask you to talk to him again. He claimed that Peter had gotten really closed off and irritable and was ignoring just about everyone. It hurt you, but you were determined to prove a point.

One night when you were about to hop in the shower after a particularly long day your phone started going off like crazy. All kinds of notifications were popping up about a huge scale accident by Coney Island that involved one of the Avenger’s planes. Spiderman had been seen there, and from the looks of it he must have gotten pretty badly injured. Panic seized your body as you thought of Peter lying helplessly in the wreckage. You tried to shake it off. He was probably fine, this was his decision anyway. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just shower.

You were in the middle of drying yourself off when you heard the doorbell ring. You froze, your imagination spewing out worst case scenarios. You were home alone and there was a very slim chance it was your parents. What if it was a murderer? It would totally suck to be killed naked. The doorbell rang again a second and third time though and at that point your curiosity got the best of you. Your pulled your towel tightly around you and went to check the front door. You looked through the peep hole and saw a familiar face.

Peter. You swung the door open and almost passed out at the sight before you. He looked as if he had been in a gang fight or something. His entire face was cut and scratched with dark purple spots around his eyes. His lip was bleeding as well as a spot on his cheek. He was wearing a hoodie but he hadn’t bothered to put different pants over the suit, and you could see it had been ripped a few times.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Peter, what happened? Never mind, tell me later. My god, sit down.” Your mind was reeling as you desperately tried to think of how to fix his wounds. Peter cleared his throat, disrupting your thoughts.

“Not to be creepy but can you put on clothes first? I’m hurt but I’m not dying and it’s kinda awkward…” His voice came out raspy but still carried the joking tone. Heat rushed to your face and you nodded, running back to your bathroom to quickly get your pajamas on. When you came back Peter was laying on the couch, his eyes closed. You sat down next to him gingerly and he looked up at you.

“Y/N… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice cracking. He sounded exhausted and defeated. “Y-you were right. Putting myself in harm’s way is stupid and I can’t always handle things on my own. I can’t do anything on my own, actually. I need you to talk to me again, I’m slowly going insane. I missed you so much and it was so much worse than any pain I’ve ever gone through in my whole life.” You swallowed hard, holding back tears. He looked so incredibly vulnerable and it broke your heart that what you had done upset him so much.

“Peter, listen…” you started but he cut you off.

“I-If you want I’ll even give up on Spiderman.” You paused for a second. He was really willing to give up such an important part of his life just to get you to talk to him again. You realized that being a hero was just who he was, and his selflessness made you feel really proud.

“I don’t want you to,” you said gently. “We need someone like you out there protecting us. I’m sorry I made you feel bad, I guess I’m not as good of a person as you are. I’m still gonna be upset when you get hurt like this but if it’s what you want to do then I shouldn’t be the one to stop you.” He grinned and his smile even reached his tired eyes. You missed seeing that smile and it lifted your spirits.

“I can deal with you being grumpy sometimes, it’s better than nothing. I had to listen to Ned talk about computer programming for like an hour yesterday and nobody came to my rescue. Maybe that can be your superpower?”

“Maybe,” you chuckled. “Now, do you want ice or something? You look terrible. Not that you don’t always look terrible, Parker.” He laughed, cringing at the pain shooting up his side. You looked at him nervously, unsure of how to help him.

“Ice sounds great actually,” he said. You nodded and rushed to the freezer to find an ice pack. You wrapped it in a thin towel so that it wouldn’t be super cold and brought it back to him. His face was drained of all color and there were beads of sweat all across his forehead.

“Pete, I think you might have a concussion,” you said as you eyed the bump on his head. “Your pupils are all dilated and you’re turning black and blue.”

“I’m fine,” he declared as he sat up, the look in his eyes showing he immediately regretted his decision. “Actually do you… I need to go throw up.” You helped him up and guided him to the bathroom. He insisted that he was good on his own and you waited anxiously outside the door, listening to him coughing and retching. You were a wreck. Your nursing skills were slim to none and you were basically useless in this situation. You did, however, have a driver’s license and you decided that you needed to take Peter to the hospital.

“Ok, I’m fine now,” he said as he emerged. He looked ghostly pale and generally ragged.

“Yeah, no,” you said. “I’m taking you to a doctor. I’ll call your aunt and let her know what’s going on, let’s go.”

“Y/N I don’t need a doctor,” he argued. “I feel great! I just want to stay here… Can I crash with you? Will your parents be mad?” You considered it for a moment. Your parents wouldn’t care, they’d known Peter for a while and trusted you enough to have him over. The thought of not having his head checked out made you a little nervous but when you looked at his pleading face you couldn’t say no.

“Fine, but you have to stay close to me in case something happens. I’ll find you a garbage can or something if you feel like you’re going to be sick again. Do you want a change of clothes? I have some of your shirts that you’ve left here.”

“That would be fantastic,” he said weakly. “I’m really sorry, this is all my fault.” He apologized about seven times in a row as you went to grab him a t-shirt.

“Peter, you know I love it when I’m right but if you could please shut up for like a minute that would be great.” You handed him the shirt and he just stared up at you. You raised your eyebrows and he smiled awkwardly.

“I’m wearing the suit under this and I don’t have other pants,” he told you. You rolled your eyes and he laughed despite the pain.

“You have boxers right? I’m not in middle school, I can handle it. Besides, it can’t be any more embarrassing than the skin-tight suit.”

“What’s wrong with the suit?” he asked defensively. You shook your head, not ready to start another argument with him. He carefully pulled off the hoodie and you gasped. There was blood all over the front of the suit that had been hidden from your sight by the sweatshirt.

“I’m good!” he exclaimed, trying to remind you. He pushed the button on the front of his suit and it fell down in a heap on the floor. You got a good look at his chest which was a lot more muscular than you would have thought. There was a big gash going down from his rib cage to his lower stomach that thankfully seemed to have stopped bleeding.

“Hey,” he said. “My eyes are up here.” You felt your face flush and he giggled.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed. “Since when do you have abs? I thought you were a nerd?”

“W-what? Oh uh I guess I just got fit from… fighting crime and stuff,” he stammered. He yanked the shirt over his head, all the carefulness from earlier abandoned. The two of you usually didn’t flirt or feel any weird tension, but suddenly the air felt stifling. He gazed over at you, clearly feeling the awkward mood settling as well.

“Hey, you know maybe I should go and…” you started to say, trailing off as Peter stepped closer to you cautiously. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure that he could hear it too. He looked as nervous as you felt, but the distance between you was closing rapidly. Soon enough he was right in front of you, his eyes fixed on your mouth. You knew what was going on, you just wouldn’t have ever guessed Peter would initiate it like this. His lips dangerously close to yours, he paused.

“Is this ok?” he murmured. You nodded slowly and he went for it. There was the faint taste of copper from the blood on his bottom lip, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled away first, your mind racing. What did this mean for you? Were you friends still or something else?

“Peter, I-” you said softly, but he beat you to it.

“I-I don’t know why I did that,” he said. “I just… I was thinking about what would happen if we weren’t friends and it messed me up inside, you know? After the first day of you ignoring me I knew that I liked you, like a lot. I don’t know if you feel the same way, I shouldn’t have made it weird…”

“I do feel the same way,” you said, surprising even yourself. “Let’s not fight like that again. You’re way too important to me.” You pulled his arm gently and the two of you sat down on the couch together. You were quiet for a moment before you looked over at him.

“Does this mean I’m dating a superhero?” you whispered.

“If you’re cool with it, yeah.”

“Once you feel better will take me on a date and show me how the web thing works?” He rested his head on your shoulder and thought for a moment.

“I think I might feel better tomorrow evening, maybe around 7?”

“You know where to find me, Spiderman.”

Scorpio moon.

You are the feeling of loving something so much your body shakes, You are the gut wrenching cry when you’re heartbroken, you are the dead silence when you’re underwater, in a lake or spring.

You feel things deeply, irrationally, extremely. You’re intense, probably because everything you feel is so intense. There is so many many layers to you, and you sometimes feel like you’re the only one who cares about you. You’re independent and are always defending yourself because of your sensitivity. You’re tough as nails on the outside, fragile and mushy on the inside, people just don’t know. You have a hard time believing people when they say they care about you/when they compliment you. You are EXTREMELY sensitive to being ganged up on or if you feel like people are conspiring against you.

You come off as angry or bitter a lot, even when you’re crying or smiling people think you’re mad. You find yourself explaining yourself a lot because people misunderstand you often. You aren’t comfortable around someone until you’re absolutely sure you can trust them. -Riley

Unfaithful : Part 32

Summary :
In the Pre-apocalypse , you went to your aunt Lucille’s house in Virginia to spend the summer there, but you fell in love with her husband Negan .

**drama - romance - angst- smut - betrayal**

Pairing : Negan x Female Reader OC.

Dedicated to @negansmainwife

Warnings : so I won’t give spoilers, every chapter could contain mention of blood, death, gore, smut etc… not to mention Negan’s filthy mouth


This fic is about betrayal or adultery, call it what you want, please if you feel triggered about such thing don’t read. If not , you can be wether team y/n or team Lucille. LOL

Previous chapters :

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You quickly sat up straight on the matress, panting . Your night gown soaking in sweat. Your chest vigorously heaved , you placed your trembling hand on your chest and clutched it around the fabric of the night garment. You could feel your heart pounding like a mockingbird trapped in a cage and trying to fly away for its freedom.
You heaved out a sigh of relief once you realized it was just another one of your nightmares where Jack and Lucille were trying to eat the flesh off your face.

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Have you ever felt so heavy and burdened that words just wouldn’t come? Or have you ever found yourself helpless, discouraged, or even angry at God?

“Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.”(Psalms 139:23)

My life with Jesus has been a journey: exciting and adventurous, but also filled with obstacles and challenges. Prayer has helped me stay close to God through it all, even when I wasn’t sure if God was hearing me. I have learned through each challenge that God always hears me and knows what is on my heart–more than I ever could.

Challenging circumstances often drive me to my knees. There, I find assurance that I am safe in God’s hands, no matter what. Then I start to ask for guidance. He is always faithful to give me wisdom and point me in a direction that glorifies Him and honors Jesus.

But sometimes I am speechless, not knowing how to pray or what to say.

Have you ever felt so heavy and burdened that words just wouldn’t come? Or have you ever found yourself helpless, discouraged, or even angry at God? If you have, it’s okay. King David, the writer of most of our Psalms in the Bible, was not afraid to express these feelings, saying things such as, “Awake, Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever. Why do you hide your face and forget our misery and oppression?”(Psalms 44)

Regardless of how we feel, the truth is plainly stated for us: “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.”(Romans 8:26). Isn’t that amazing? He cares for you so much that even if you don’t know what to say, or when you’re too sad or upset to explain exactly how you’re feeling, the Holy Spirit intercedes on your behalf with things that you couldn’t express even if you tried.

God doesn’t intend for you to do anything on your own, even prayer. Isn’t that amazing? He cares for you so much that even if you don’t know what to say to God, or when you’re too sad or distraught to even be able to figure out on your own exactly how we’re feeling, the Holy Spirit intercedes for you on your behalf with things that would not ever be possible to express if you tried. God doesn’t intend for you to do anything on your own, even prayer.

Now I know that God hears my heart and knows me better than I know myself. This has completely changed my perspective on prayer. Instead of letting confusion or pain drive me away from God, I now feel closer to God because of the truth found in Romans 8:26. I rest in the knowledge that any suffering I endure on this earth is nothing compared to what my Savior, Jesus, endured when he died on the cross for my sins, and that He always has my best in mind. 2 Timothy says that if we die, we live with him; and if we endure, we will also reign with him. That is surely good new
The next time you have trouble knowing what to pray, ask the Holy Spirit to intercede for you. God says that He will, and you don’t have to do anything special for that to happen. Just trust Jesus. God cares about you and He loves you more than you could ever begin to imagine.

Thank God that He always hears you and knows what is on your heart. The next time you have trouble finding words to pray, turn to the Psalms and find one that expresses your heart. Pour out your heart to God - even if only tears come, and no words.

91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.

The tension in the quinjet was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. No one spoke. You and Bucky were on opposite sides of the jet. Everyone else filtered in between. You had your headphones on and was listening to anything to try and get your mind off of the man that constantly consumed your thoughts.

You couldn’t even make yourself look at Bucky. You were that irritated and very much annoyed.

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Doms and Subs: How To Be Effective

Here’s a topic I see come up a lot in RPing, ‘Domming’ and ‘Subbing’. In case you aren’t aware these stand for ‘Dominant’ and ‘Subordinate’. It’s more or less a set of terms determining who has the most power in their hands in an RP. Who’s the predator? The alpha? The initiator? Even though these terms are most widely known from the bondage community, they really come into play with almost every interaction you’ll have in an RP, both sexual and non-sexual. Even if you’re RPing some grand adventure, someone has to be in charge. Who decides if you run into a dragon? Who sets the rules for your universe? Whose choice is it, ultimately, what happens to the characters?

The subordinate is usually the reactionary position of the pair. The dom initiates an action, and then the sub reacts. How the sub reacts to the action of the dom progresses the RP and so forth. However this does not always have to be the case. It is perfectly possible to have equal control of an RP, by planning beforehand and giving equal input on what you’re going to do, but we’ll talk about this more in a moment. For now, lets go into each position in-depth.


As someone who has RP’d for quite some time, I notice that a lot of people have trouble with this position. It’s perfectly understandable, there are a lot more subs in the world than there are doms, so not everyone quite has the mindset to play the dominant role. I do think however, that anyone who wants to RP on a regular basis should at least know the mechanics behind such a position. If you’re going to have a long term partner, they might want to switch it up every now and again. Most of the long-time friends I’ve made during RP sessions could at least handle doing so every now and again. Variety is the spice of life, so its worth it to look into doing this to make sure everyone is happy. It can be a special treat for a friend, or just a way to be in the power position for a bit. There are several things that make a good dom, so I’m going to do this in bullet points.


This is SUPER important for any dom, and subs for that matter, even if you might be into non-consensual scenarios. This is where OOC (Out Of Character) comes in handy (typically in brackets). Before you start an RP with anyone, always make sure they’re okay with anything you want to include. Talk as yourself for a bit, and run some things by your partner. Is it going to get bloody? Make sure they don’t mind, or even in some cases like, blood. What rating are you going for? Something G-rated or straight up XXX? Do they also want to do that? Always make sure everyone in any RP is okay with the things you want to tackle inside of it. I’ve been in many an RP that was going swimmingly until the Dom (or subs in some cases) brought something out of left field that just totally killed my interest. If you know someone might not be into something, run it by them first.

* Understanding Your Sub

I’ll have to do a whole post on OOC at some point. But nothing improves an RP like understanding just what your sub wants.  Doing a sexual RP? Then know how to push your partner’s buttons. Doing an adventurous RP? Know what kind of stories your sub would like to do. Someone who loves pirates isn’t going to want to RP about the zombie apocalypse, and someone who’s into feet isn’t gonna want to do an RP all about hands (Unless of course you do a Foot Loving, Handsy Zombie Pirate RP, whatever floats your boat). But even beyond that, before you start an RP, use OOC to understand why your sub likes a certain thing. I’ve had numerous people know what I like out of general principle, and then proceed to dance around it in un-interesting ways because they didn’t take the time to talk to me about it beforehand. Discussion is key to any RP. Talk, understand, listen, and then play. Sometimes you’ll meet someone whom you click with to the point where you don’t have to do this, but more often than not, this improves RPs.


If you have trouble playing the dominant role in RPs, I’d suggest looking at dominant roles you yourself enjoy, or that the person who will play the sub enjoys. How do they move? How do they talk? What kind of things might they do in a given scenario? RP stands for role playing, so know your role. The character doesn’t have to be like you, because its not you. You’re filling a role, so try to fill it well! I’ll do a post on character creation and falling into a role later down the line, but for now, if you want to dom, go look at some doms!


If you’re not good at domming, then, just like with anything, you need to dom more! Trust me, there are PLENTY of people out there who will fall at your feet to be practice partners, and this is often a fun way to explore yourself as much as your partner. How do you dom? While the sub’s interest are important, doing this lets you find out what you enjoy about doming. If you play a dom you don’t enjoy, then no one is going to have fun, so feel yourself out a little.  Maybe create a character just for doing this with, or if you’re a more adventure RP kind of person, a world in which you make the rules. This can be a learning endeavor and well worth it. Some of the things you’ll have to practice apply to both parties, so I’ll go more in depth on this in a later post about ‘Switch’ roles.

Because I can’t possibly list every way to be a good dom in this post, I’ll move on to subs for now, but I will try to construct a list of dom-archetypes in a later post to give folks a better idea of what to expect from which type, and what things to practice specifically for which type.


“But wait!” I hear you cry. “I’m already a good sub, subbing is easy!”

No. No it isn’t. Trust me, as someone who ends up playing the dom quite a lot, a sub that makes you do all the work is about as fun as a water balloon full of thumbtacks. A lot of people take subbing for granted, but trust me, there’s a LOT of bad subs out there. The sub is just as much a part of the RP as the dom, and can ruin a good RP just as easily as the dom can. Here are a few tips to avoid this.


If you’re the sub in an RP, don’t just drift along like a leaf in whatever’s happening. Simply squirming, or laying back and trying to let your dom guide everything can get boring quickly. Even if you’re bound from head to toe, there’s still a bunch of reactions that you can get through just from describing things like thoughts, facial expressions, heartrate, and things of that nature. If your dom does something to you, such as goosing your rump, or siccing a dragon on you, you have to react to it, and describe those reactions. There’s nothing more disheartening for a good dom than setting something up, and having the sub totally ignore it.

If they touch you, describe how that touch felt on your end. If they say something to you, say something back if appropriate. You react to the dom, and the dom reacts to how you react to them. If you don’t give them anything, it’s hard to get anything. This factors into something I’ll go into more detail on in its own post, but the main thing is to try and balance your posts with your doms. A good RP has posts of similar length on both sides. If you’re a “One-Line” RPer, that’s fine, and even fun sometimes, but try to find someone who shares that post length so reactions are balanced.

*Don’t Write for Your Dom

As the owner of this blog, and someone who tries hard to stay neutral and fair to all RPing styles, let me take a moment to break character. This. Gets. On. My. Tits. I have met many a sub who is a bit of a control nut, I’ll have something written out, and then when it’s their turn they’ll say my character has done something I never said they did. This is usually due to them wanting to get to the good bits quickly, or wanting the dom to do a certain action they haven’t done yet. But let me tell you its terrible form. It either forces your dom to go with what you’ve written, or halt the RP breaking immersion to point out that their character hasn’t done that. As a sub, you can do anything you wish with your character within the bounds of reason, but never write for your partner’s character without permission. I’ve been frustrated by this many a time.

“As u releaze me frum teh handcufz ur hand shuts out to greb myne :D!”

~Bad RPer


This is more a tip for finding a partner than anything, but find someone who matches the tone you like, or if you have a friend who doesn’t quite match your tone, but is a fun partner, try to match the tone on a case by case basis. If there’s a deep, threatening predator in the RP, don’t go for a bunch of smiles and hugging, unless that’s the tone your dom is going for. You can be yourself OOC of course, but once in an RP, try to keep the tone of that RP. I’m not a huge fan of smilies, but some people love them to death, and that’s fine. If you want to toss a little <3 into your RP go right ahead, but if it’s in an RP about the death of civilization, or some kind of bondage or non consensual scenario it’s not going to fit.

“;X then i activate my final forme and destoy the wurld ;ZZ”

~Brother of Bad RPer

RPing is a dance, try to move with your partner, and not step on their feet. This is the ultimate theme throughout both subbing and domming; match tones with your partner. Match lengths, posting times, anything you can, find rhythm. If someone types five paragraphs, don’t respond with one line. If someone writes one line, don’t respond with five paragraphs. Dance with them. You won’t be able to do this with everyone, but when you find someone with whom you can it’s wonderful.

*Don’t Be Demanding

As I stated at the start of this post, there are a lot more subs than doms in the world. So in a lot of cases, when you’re RPing with a dom, it’s usually a sub or a switch filling the role for you. Be considerate of this, and don’t get angry for things they might not want to do, or try to force them into things they’re not comfortable with. I’ve had this happen to me a few times and its never fun for anyone. If your dom has said no to something, don’t try to sneak it into the RP later, and if you’re not sure someone is cool with something, don’t spring it on them. OOC is important, talk to your dom, find middle ground. Usually there’s a compromise to be had.

Whew! Well that took a while. I hope you enjoyed, and if you read down to this point thank you! I couldn’t cover everything, and I’ve BARELY blown the dust off the surface, but I hope it helps! But if you have any specific questions, ASK ME! I’m here to help! Anything at all, nothing is too lewd, or embarrassing. I’ve done it all so go right ahead. Please, like follow and reblog if you’re enjoying our little discussion on RPing, much thanks to Solidness for helping with this post.

The reward (Part 2 of 2)

{ Imagine that you promise Stiles he’ll get a reward if Beacon Hills wins the lacrosse game

Part One

Warnings: smut, dirty language

Word count: 2396

You came home to find the house completely empty. It was Friday, which meant that both of your parents had gone out for their weekly date night, but you didn’t mind at all. It was nice to have the house all to yourself. It also gave you the opportunity to be alone with Stiles from time to time, which didn’t happen very often since there was always pack business to take care off. Beacon Hills was full of dangers and mysteries, which sometimes made it very difficult to plan fun things with your boyfriend, but you two tried to make the best of it when you actually had the time.

After throwing your bag onto the black, leather couch, you trudged upstairs. Once in your room you closed the curtains and began taking off your clothing. You knew it would be a while until Stiles showed up, seeing as he would probably talk with Scott for another while, followed by him having to drive to your house—so you didn’t feel the need to rush. You chucked all your clothes, except for Stiles’ jersey, into the laundry basket that was situated in the right corner of your room—right next to your wooden dresser. Then you made your way into the shared bathroom. It was quite spacious with a big bath tub, a shower and two sinks—accompanied by a large mirror. The perks of the bathroom were that it had a built-in stereo system. You loved your music so being able to listen to it during a shower caused yours to be quite lengthy when you didn’t need to hurry.

When you’d turned the shower on, you pressed the play-button and made sure to turn op the volume—music echoing throughout the whole bathroom. With a small smile plastered onto your face, you stepped underneath the hot shower stream. Shivers shot through your body at the pleasant contact. You began doing your usual routine as you softly sang along with the songs. In the meantime, the heat of the shower stream had created a foggy atmosphere in the bathroom, making it almost impossible to see anything outside of the shower. Your body was softly swaying to the music as you rinsed your hair from the shampoo, your eyes fully closed and your front facing the wall. As you were about to reach for the conditioner, a hand grabbed yours and a body pressed your own against the wall. A loud gasp escaped your mouth. How could you have missed this intruder?!

‘’It’s just me Y/N,’’ Stiles whispered as he placed his nose into the crook of your neck, but he didn’t loosen his grip on you. Relief washed over you at the sound of the familiar voice, but a frown formed onto your face.

‘’How the hell did you get in? I locked the door behind me when I got inside the house.’’ He let out a chuckle and squeezed your hips with his big hands, making you bite your lip in slight pleasure at the action.

‘’I know where you hide your key. You didn’t think I was going to go down without a fight, now did you? We might have lost, but I want my reward,’’ he groaned into your ear and pressed himself more into you. You could feel his slight boner resting between your ass cheeks while his lips raked over your collarbone, followed by your neck. You held in the moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He’d lost the bet so he didn’t deserve a reward. With a little bit of trouble, you turned yourself around to face him.

‘’You mister,’’ you pointed at his chest, ‘’lost the bet, so no reward. You know that.’’ Now that you could have a good look at him, you noticed how the droplets of water were gliding down his chest, making it hard not to look at his more prominent boner now. ‘’Get out of the shower Stiles,’’ you said with the most serious tone you could produce at that moment. His lips formed into one of his signature smirks before shaking his head. He just wouldn’t give up.

‘’No. Don’t pretend you don’t want this, baby. Your parents aren’t home so you can scream as loud as you want to.’’ His eyes roamed your body hungrily and you had no doubt he was thinking about the things he’d do to you. ‘’You know, you don’t have a choice. I’ll just have to convince you.’’

Within a second he had both your wrists pinned to the wall. He placed kissed from your jaw down to your neck, leaving love bites anywhere he could. A slight moan escaped from your lips. You were not able to stop it from coming out. Stiles was right. You wanted this, but you just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’d won. The water was cascading down onto your bodies while the music was still full-on playing.

‘’Teasing me like that on the field,’’ he growled out against your neck. His right hand caressed your breast—slowly grazing your nipple with the tip of his thumb. He continued to grab it between his thumb and index finger before slowly pulling at it. It excited you and you couldn’t help but become slightly wet. Stiles performed the same action with your other breast while he kissed your passionately on the mouth. This was the moment where you completely gave in to him. You wanted him then and there—despite what you’d said before. ‘’I’m going to make you so sore baby,’’ he chuckled mischievously. Before you had time to reply, his mouth was back on yours. Immediately, he pushed his tongue inside your mouth—the both of you fighting for dominance.

Your breathing hitched for a moment when two of his large fingers made contact with your sensitive clit. It distracted you from kissing him, so he moved back to your neck as he touched you where you wanted him most. His index finger slid through your wet folds, prodding your entrance teasingly.

‘’So wet for me already. You naughty girl,’’ he grinned. With a bit of force, he raised your left leg in the air and hooked it around his waist so he could have better access to your core. The tension was heavy in the air and you couldn’t help but be like putty in his hands. You liked this side of Stiles, because only you ever saw him like this. So dominant…and you couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him than ever. ‘’Do you want me to finger you?’’ he whispered into your ear while he rubbed your clit with his thumb, and his index finger still prodding your now soaked entrance.

‘’Fuck yes,’’ you breathed out. ‘’ I want to cum onto your fingers.’’ You moaned in pleasure, your eyes closing immediately. As soon as you’d finished speaking, he pushed not only his index finger, but also his middle finger into your pussy. The sensations that went through you at that moment were intense. His fingers started to explore your inner walls, trying to find the right spot to make you squirm onto his fingers. Meanwhile his thumb was rubbing in circles on your clit, driving you towards absolute bliss. Your arms had wrapped themselves around his neck for extra support, because you were sure your knees would give in if you didn’t cling onto him for dear life.

His hand movement started to become faster as soon as he’d found the right spot. He knew this because you started to thrust your hips against his fingers, desperately trying to find your release. As his left hand was working on your pussy, his other hand was spoiling your breasts by softly pinching your hardened nipples. It was the perfect combination and you knew that you wouldn’t last long if he kept going like this.

‘’S-Stiles. I’m going to cum,’’ you managed to croak out through your load moans. He kissed the spot just below your ear and continued to bite softly onto your earlobe as his two fingers were ramming into you at full speed.

‘’Cum all over my fingers babe,’’ he whispered and pressed down onto your clit. That was all it took for you to lose yourself. Your walls clenched powerfully around his fingers while you clung onto Stiles for dear life. It was one of the best orgasms you’d experienced. Stiles definitely knew what he was doing to you. He slowly kept pumping his fingers in and out of you as you tried to calm down from that intense orgasm. His fingers were completely drenched with your juices, but you knew how much he loved to taste you. Stiles reached behind you and turned to shower off with his right hand before pulling his two fingers out of your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours. He put the two fingers covered in your juices into his mouth and let out a little moan as soon as the juices made contact with his tongue.

‘’Fucking hell, your pussy tastes so sweet.’’ He roughly pressed his lips against yours—letting you taste yourself on his lips. You teasingly bit his lip as your right hand grabbed his rock hard cock. A groan of approval escaped his mouth as you started to stroke him, making sure you rubbed the sensitive head with your thumb every time you went down. It was your intention to pleasure him, because you knew he loved the blowjobs you always gave him. However, tonight was different, because he stopped you as soon as you wanted to get down onto your knees.

‘’Not tonight babe. I want to fuck you…so hard.’’ With a quick movement he had your front pinned to the glass wall—goosebumps immediately forming onto your breast from the contact with the cold glass. You could hear the shower being turned on again. Immediately the hot shower stream warmed up your body and you could feel Stiles behind you, the head of his cock pressed against your tight entrance.

‘’Fuck Stiles. Just fuck me already! No teasing dammit,’’ you growled as you pushed your ass back, trying to guide him inside your scorching heat. A squeak left your mouth as he spanked your ass not so softly.

‘’Says the one who teased me huh? It’s not nice to be teased. Now you know how it feels.’’ He spanked your ass again, but this time a moan left your mouth. He’d spanked you before, but never with so much force. You had to admit that you liked it very much. The hot water falling onto your body only made the slap sting more, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. The pain was feeding your pleasure. With his tip, Stiles moved along your slit. You knew it was your own fault. You’d teased him and he was taking his revenge by returning the favor.

Suddenly, without any warning, he pushed his full length inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure. He let you adjust to his length for a moment like the sweet boy he was, but as soon as you’d adjusted, he started to forcefully thrust inside you. It was the first time the two of you had sex in the shower and you knew that this was definitely something you’d want to do again from now on. It felt so naughty and so good with the water streaming down your bodies and Stiles thrusting into you from behind. His hands were placed onto your hips, pulling them back so he could put more force into his thrusts. Your walls were gripping onto him tightly, seeing as he filled you up completely. You liked how he was being so rough and were sure you’d be sore tomorrow by how he was fucking you.

‘’Oh god…right there baby,’’ you panted as he started to hit against your g-spot, immediately making you cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your legs were shaking from the intense amounts of pleasure he was giving you. Stiles himself was trying to hold himself together, because you felt your walls were clenching around his cock from your orgasm. He let out a loud moan before pulling out of you and turning you around. He lifted you up, pressing your back against the wall this time. You got the hint and tightly wrapped your legs around his waist as he guided you back onto him. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, so every time your clit came in contact with his lower stomach, shocks spread through your body. You helped his movements by meeting his as you bounced up and down, slightly tugging at his wet hair.

Moans from the both of you, together with the occasional grunts from Stiles filled the whole bathroom as the two of you showed your love for each other. Your lips found his neck and it was now your turn to leave love bits anywhere you could. Stiles’ thrusts started to get sloppy so you knew he was getting close to his climax. His left hand gripped your hip tightly, most likely leaving a bruise, but you hardly felt any pain as the pleasure was dominating at the moment.

Stiles’ head fell back as he thrusted deep into you for one last time before he released his fluids inside you. He pinched your clit, setting your own climax in motion for the third time this evening. He let you ride out your orgasm before he let his head fall right in between your breasts as you softly stroked the hairs on his neck.

‘’That was absolutely amazing Stiles. Damn babe, didn’t know you had that in you,’’ you chuckled. He lifted his face up, kissing your lips—a playful twinkle in his eyes.

‘’I told you I’d get my reward. I just took my chance,’’ he winked before pulling out of you and setting you down carefully.

‘’I’m glad you did. We have to do this more often. I like this side of you,’’ you breathed out.

‘’No problem Y/N,’’ he winked. ‘’Anything for my girl.’’ He pulled you close, softly kissing your forehead. You smiled and closed your eyes, savoring this moment of bliss. You’d never want to lose this boy, that was for sure.

The End

A/N: -> Hope you guys liked this 2-part imagine!
        -> Not my GIF


This may sound generic, but I can’t possibly put into words how much my life has been influenced by him. 

He has always been one of my biggest inspirations. It’s his passion that gave me hope that there will be a day when I will overcome all of life’s obstacles and make my dreams come true. He made me believe in a better tomorrow, and even better… he made me believe in myself. Sometimes I feel like my life is going nowhere and my efforts are pointless, but then I try to remember that the struggle will end at some point and things will get better. And it’s much better to have someone to look up to, so you can tell yourself “I can do it too!”.

I hope that one day I will get to meet James, so I can tell him how grateful I am and how much he inspires me.

Mercury in Gemini

“they tell you not to fear but you have seen yourself in the mirror”

You are the curiousity that killed the cat. you are the laugh of your own jokes. the proudness of ones self when winning an argument which requires who knows more. a deep hole of knowledge that is never full filled.

You are very quick witted, and scattered with random knowledge. you love to know everything you can possibly get your hands on. although you may know alot about many different things, since you want to know EVERYTHING you can never really delve deep into one thing because youre easily bored as well. sometimes you might find yourself talking way too fast for anyone to understand. you talk alot but little to people know you also never shut up when youre alone. you will say anything to keep a conversation going even if its an embarrassing subject. common things for this placement to say: “i think..” “why?” 


A real Flash? (Chapter 6)

Summarized: You became a real female speedster, but you didn’t exactly know how this was even possible, or what happened to you. No one knew something about your secret not even your family. You wanted to keep it a secret when an accident forced you to show that you were real and not just a legend.


(Please let me know if you like this kind of stories. )

You went back to your friends with a huge smile on your face and dreamy eyes.

“So what was this conversation all about?” Caroline asked curious.  

“Uh nothing. He had to go.”

“And what else?! I mean come on! “

“He invited me for dinner, I guess. A BBQ with friends of his and his brother, actually.”

“What?!” Everyone said at the same time and they were looking at you with a very surprised and confused expression on their faces.

“Why that? Are you friends with him or what?” Liam this time.

“No … we’ve just met once, this week when this Flash thing showed up at this accident downtown. We talked a little but not much more. I am surprised too, but he said he wanna get to know me better.”

“Wait, you’ve seen this Flash thing? What else didn’t you tell us?”

More than you think…

“Yeah I’ve seen it. Or not, I mean it was so fast, but I didn’t think that you would be interested in something like that.”

“Everyone is talking about the Flash or however it call itself! I mean, have you ever seen something like that? This cannot exist in the real world! This is not possible!”

“Calm down Patrick,” you laughed. You’ve never seen him so excited about something like that. But he was probably because he studied physics and maths and The Flash would change the whole knowledge about both of it. Probably even more.

“It surely can. You’ve seen it yourself!” Liam said in a harsh tone, obviously annoyed at the topic. You could only imagine how much Patrick was talking about it with him.

“You’ve seen it too?” You asked.

“Yeah today actually. There was a bank robbery and I was walking down the streets when this thing just ran past me! All I’ve seen was a red blur and even a lightning was behind it! And with the blink of an eye it was gone! Incredible!” You started giggling because Patrick put one fist upon his head and tried to look like superman, just with a goofy smirk on his lips while singing out the Darth Vader song which made no sense at all, but this was just how Patrick was. Always goofing around and doing funny but weird stuff. Not believable that he was actually the smartest kid in his whole class.

“So when will you go to his place? Will he pick you?” Emily asked you, desperately wanting to change the topic to stop Patrick from doing more awkward stuff in public.

“Patrick stop it!” You laughed. “Don’t you see that everyone is embarrassed because of you goofing around all the time?”

He just stuck out his tongue in your direction. “Pff when they can’t handle my coolness.”  He ran his fingers through his hair, pretending to have a mirror in front of him.

You just rolled your eyes.

“It’ll start at 8pm but he said that he wouldn’t mind if I would come sooner … whatever this means.”

“Oh my Gosh!” Emily and Caroline exclaimed and giggled over your confused face.  

“What? What is it?”

“He wants some alone time with you! But invites you over to a BBQ with friends so it’s not so suspicious and it’s less grimly! How can’t you see that?!” Emily explained dramatically shocked that you didn’t see it yourself in the first place.

The boys took your conversation as a goodbye to them, because they probably knew that the girl’s talk had just took over and they didn’t want to be in the way beside that it was already getting late.

“I don’t know … I-I just don’t think that he thinks about me that way. I mean maybe he just thinks that I am likeable and that’s it! Can’t imagine he may like me that way, when he could have every girl he wants.”

“Yeah but that’s the point! He wants you!”


You had talked a bit too long with Emily and Caroline, but now you really had to go.

Back at your place you wanted to prepare a salad and maybe a dessert for the dinner, but you were torn between a tiramisu or just a cake. Or nothing of those? Maybe this would all be way too much.  

In the end you decided to make the tiramisu just like your mother always did it. It was an easy and quick recipe. The preparation for both, the salad and the tiramisu, took you less than one minute. After that you put the tiramisu in the refrigerator and begun to make yourself ready.

But that was way harder than you thought. After you came out of the shower you searched for something to wear and even though your wardrobe was full with al kind of clothes, you didn’t find something.  

There you stood totally desperate, because everything was overwhelming you. You put too much pressure on yourself but for what? Were you afraid that he wouldn’t like you when you would wear something he wouldn’t like? Or were you afraid of what his friends and brother would think about you? That made absolutely no sense, because he clearly liked you even though you were all sweaty today and looked like a hobo in your eyes, but still he invited you. And was it really important what his friends and brother would think about you? Everything that counted was that Grant liked you the way you were. And again, he clearly did… or not? But should you really do this? You couldn’t hide forever who you were. He was smart, he would find out sooner or later. Was it selfish that you kinda wanted that to happen? Just to have someone to talk to? Of course you wouldn’t, because you couldn’t be selfish with him. Not if that would mean that he would get in danger because of you. But wouldn’t that mean that you should stay as far away from him as possible? To not let this happen? To make sure he’s save? But why didn’t you? Why was it such a temptation to be near him … to be with him?

You shook your head to shake all these bad thoughts off. You weren’t a bad person, because you just couldn’t stand not being with him, or were you? You didn’t know, not at this point, but you had the dark feeling that you would find out sooner or later.

It felt like you changed a hundred times, maybe you even did, but in the end you found something quite wearable. You wore a blue skirt and a white crop top which had flowers on it and you wore normal sandals with it. It was quite hot and just in case it would get colder in the evening you took a cardigan with you. Your (Y/H/C) hair fell on your shoulders and made waves like a shiny waterfall.

Your (Y/E/C) seemed to be even more intense because of you decent make-up. All in all you were quite happy with the result and you also felt good and confident in this outfit.

You checked the clock, it was 6.30 pm now, which you thought would be a good time to go.

You took the tiramisu out of the refrigerator and you put the salad into a box which was big enough for the salad but small enough so you could carry it in your bag.

With a deep breathe you walked out of your apartment, holding the paper Grant gave you in your hand and so you could find his address. And then you ran, Flash speed of course. This was easier with all the things you carried with you than taking the bus, because you didn’t own a car, and it was much faster of course.

Without any problems you found his address but as you stood in front of the door you didn’t have the courage to ring. All the bad thoughts came back. Should you really do this?

Before you could think about an answer the door opened itself.

Grant had opened the door and looked down at you with sparkling eyes and a huge smile on his face.

“Did you want to wait out here until it’s dark?” he said and laughed.

“I was just about to ring,” you said in a sassy but still friendly tone.

“Howsoever, you wanna come in?”

“I would like that!”

He closed the door behind you and showed you the way to the living room and the open kitchen. The whole wall was made of windows so you could see the beach and his garden. Jett and Nora were currently outside and laid in the evening sun and slept.

“Wow,” you said, because everything was so huge, but still not too much at all. It didn’t look palatial in a way that intimidated you. It was a decent luxury which seemed to fit perfectly to him.

“I could say the exact same thing to you! You look … “He searched for the right word. “Stunning!”

You blushed right away. “You don’t look too bad either,” you said and laughed just like he did.

Grant wore a normal Jeans and a normal shirt, so nothing really worth talking about, but for some reason he looked incredibly hot in it. But this was probably just the advantage of being hot no matter what. He always looked good, he didn’t even have to try. Sometimes you asked yourself if he knew that himself.

“Uh I brought something with me. I don’t know if you’ll like it but I made a tiramisu and a normal salad … which was probably not necessary, but I didn’t want to come without something.” You walked over to his kitchen island and took out the salad and the tiramisu.

“That is really attentive, thank you! And I guess, everyone will love it!”

You were still wondering why he wanted you to come sooner. Was it like Caroline and Emily said? Did he want some alone time with you? Why? Should you ask him?

As you wanted to say something, one of his dogs barked. You looked through the window, seeing both of them standing in front of the door and waggled with their tails.

“Can I?”

“Of course!”

You opened the door and stepped out smelling the scent of the see and hearing the sound of the waves a few feet away.

“Hey, Jett and Nora. Wanna play? Where are your toys?” you talked to the dogs and made your super silly but adorable baby voice. (Come one guys! Everyone talks in a baby tone with their pets! xD). You grabbed a ball and threw it so they could bring it back. Jett ran after it right away, but Nora just stood there and wanted you to pet her which you did. Jett came back with ball in his mouth and you threw it another time. And as he ran again you couldn’t help laughing about how adorable he was. Grant didn’t say something, he just watched you. You felt his looks in your back but you didn’t turn around. And then after a little while he sat down on the grass just like he did this morning.

“They both like you a lot, I guess. Normally they’re shyer around strangers, especially Nora.” He pointed to Nora. She was about to lay down in the grass next to you, so you could still stroke her.

“Do you have pets?” he asked then.

“Yeah I have a dog too. They remind me a lot of him… “

“Why do you sound so sad, talking about him?”

“He’s not here with me. Haven’t seen him for three years now…”

“Oh, I am sorry. So this means you’re not from here originally? “

“I just moved here, because of collage… My finals are coming up in a few weeks, I don’t know what I am doing after that…”

Grant nodded with an expression on his face which you couldn’t tell what it meant. But honestly this wasn’t just the only reason why you sounded sad talking about your dog or family generally. You felt guilty. You felt guilty because you could have easily visited them over the last year, when everything changed. You could have told them about your powers, you could have seen them every day since, but you never did. You thought about that every day, but even though you wanted to do it so many times, you just didn’t do it actually. Sometimes you asked yourself why this had happened to you. Why you? From over seven billion people on this planet, why you? Although you were grateful most of the time, you felt like a monster or alien as much as you felt good about it. You were different. You were the one thing no one could explain. No one could figure out. People were afraid of that and sometimes you even thought your family would be too. And you just couldn’t stand the thought of them looking at you with fear in their eyes.  But you never even tried to explain yourself.

Once you actually ran to them, the day you got your powers. You stood in front of your family’s house which once was your house too, but at this moment you didn’t feel like you would belong there anymore. Everything felt different. You remembered standing in front of the kitchen window, seeing you mother and dad preparing dinner. They seemed happy and carefree. You didn’t want that to change and out of a sudden you felt like an invader. Someone who didn’t belong there. And then you just turned around and ran away again.

“Hey, everything okay?” Grant looked at you with a worried expression on his face.

You flinched as he snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, I-I am fine. “ You tried to smile. Why could I just not tell him the truth? You felt so lonely. You had good friends and now you weren’t alone either, but still you felt lonely. All the time.

You were guarded all the time, very carefully about not saying something about your secret. What would he think about you if he knew who you really was? Would he be afraid? Would he understand you?  

“You sure?”

“Actually, … I-I-I need to talk to you about something,” you stuttered.

“What’s up?”

And then the bell rang. It just shouldn’t be, you thought then. So you wouldn’t tell him anything now, he would probably forget it anyways.

“I’ll be right back.”

You petted Nora with the right hand and Jett with the left.

“I don’t know what to do. I am torn apart and it feels like I can’t do this anymore… Am I a monster?” You talked to them.  

You turned around as you heard someone opening the door again. You stood up.

“So, Tyler – (Y/N). (Y/N) – Tyler.” Grant introduced the two of you.

“Nice to meet you!” you said and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too (Y/N), Grant couldn’t stop talking about you on the phone!”

Grant made a gesture which should tell Tyler to shut up. Tyler laughed, you too.

“Did he? But we just met…”

“You know just the normal stuff: prettiest girl he has ever seen…” Grant slapped him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! I will not say anything anymore, okay! Calm down, bro.” Grant rolled his eyes, but Tyler just laughed. “But he was right though…” he said and Grant tried to look mad, but couldn’t help smiling as he saw you blushing.

“Okay let’s get this party started! Should I heat up the grill?” Grant nodded and gave him some coal and a lighter.

I know it’s kinda boring, but there will be more action in the upcoming chapters xD Does anyone have notifications on? I am just wondering… So?

Mars Aries

Your anger doesn’t come very easily, but when it does you explode internally, you attempt to make the source of the anger stop one way or another(you’re not thinking straight in this stage so you will literally do anything to make the source stop)After that is done you will return to your normal self. Think of your anger as impulsive.

You’re naturally a top, but you don’t really have to be on top (you don’t care but you would rather top) , you have a high sex drive. You would describe your sex life as flexible

You’re passionate in everything you do, not stopping until you have finished what you started, you don’t give a rats ass if that includes breaking the rules ( or someones face ) Sometimes this mentality gets in the way of your normal life, you have to keep yourself from overdoing things or getting too carried away, it’s good to have someone around to tell you when to stop. -Kat

Sometimes what you say can have a negative impact on those around you, and that’s not okay. As a society, we need to work together to toss out the every day language that causes harm to others so we don’t hurt the ones we love and care for. Be it changing pronouns, refraining from using stigmatized words, or just saying only good things.

None of us are perfect. I myself have slipped up and said things that caused people I love to feel uncomfortable. It’s time we stepped up and made communication with others safe and positive for all. Check yourself and take responsibility when you say something that hurts others, and take initiative to change the way you speak.

Even the smallest, most innocent of words can carry a lifetime of pain for some.

Moon in Aries

You are the life of the party. You are dancing in the rain. You are individuality and living for the moment and not the past.

You are very driven to do things, and you wear your heart on your sleeve. youre not afraid to speak your mind or be yourself. youre innocent and childish. full of life and excitement. sometimes you can get too wrapped up in your own emotions and not think of others. you can be easily angered and can loose control of the things you say and do, and sometimes that can really hurt others. you are supportive of your friends and family and youre always looking for a good time. you have a healthy sense of competition. you are impulsive. you are very expressive of yourself. with a cute attitude. you want to do things your way and youre not very patient.



Pietro Imagine: Piano

You were never one to boast, any skills you had were kept secret for as long as possible, in all honesty you just were not a fan of attention at all. You prefer just to slip by life completely unnoticed.  You weren’t shy, you just thought that attention is not all it is hyped up to be so you just kept your head down and got on with life.

As easy as that sounds with multiple nosy teammates in the mix, the whole situation becomes a lot harder. They would constantly pry into your business which is something you had to adjust to fast. Especially with Pietro, he just wanted to get to know you more and as sweet as his intentions were sometimes, you just wanted to punch him in the face.

Today was going to be a day off for you, all the other Avengers were on missions but you? You had the entire towers to yourself and you had never been so happy in ages. The first thing you wanted to do was practice your piano skills. Ever since you were a little girl you have played the piano religiously, of course though, you refused to do it in front of others.

Sitting down at the stool you began to let your hands find their way along the keys themselves. It had been a while but you still knew what to do, it was like riding a bike, you never forget. Soon enough you were playing songs throughout with ease, closing your eyes to focus, and your hands leading your mind and finding the notes, this was the funny thing about playing piano; you didn’t need to know what to do because your hands would just do their own thing and control the notes.

“Wow y/n, you’re really good!” Pietro chuckled making you jump and blush. “Oh thanks” you blushed, “It’s been a while and I need so much practice” you chuckled awkwardly.  “Y/n come here” he spoke grabbing your hand and pulling you off of the seat. “Look at me” he ordered softly pushing hair behind your ear. “Stop being so afraid of everyone knowing you have a talent, be proud of who you are okay? You are the most amazing person and you hide it all away, you are smart, beautiful, talented person who just needs to learn to let your abilities shine through once in a while.” He whispered making you blush and look at the floor. “Thanks Pietro, I really needed that” you mumbled honestly.

“Y/n, can you teach me?” he questioned sitting on one side of the stool pressing the different keys gently, it was quite a mesmerizing sight, a strong heavy handed man pressing the keys of  dainty looking piano so gently as if he had fear they were going to break under his touch.

“Of course” you breathed smiling sitting onto the other half of the stool and placing his hand onto certain keys, watching how his hand completely relaxed into yours as if he didn’t want to harm you either, as if you were as dainty and delicate as the piano.


When you think back to that day, a few things have changed. He’s filled out his frame, gained a more confident walk with his head held high, better hairstyles, and lost some of the innocent boyishness in his face… Yet sometimes, you still find yourself replaying those first fumbling steps toward ecstasy: the way he was captivated by every gasp and whimper that left your throat as he threaded his fingers through yours, picking up the pace, his hips stuttering in their rhythm, or the way he spoiled you with intimate kisses all over, just for the feeling of your bare skin under his lips. When the present calls you back and he asks what you were daydreaming about, you’ll know how to respond.

- Admin J

               bias lists or follow forevers come so rarely on this blog, but i’ve felt like i want to give those people that have been with me through this wonderful, stunning and sometimes stressful year a really big hug. some of you have been close to me through the entire year, some only as of lately and some i will forever admire from afar. i’m thankful to have met so many of you and i cannot describe how glad i am to somehow have come to tumblr and finally settled here. despite having this account for nearly 1 ½ years by now, especially as of lately and with mockingjay coming out i am really glad to have connected with many new and amazing writers. i hope you all will have a good start into the new year  ♡

@poweriism ; i thought about it. do i say something about some special ones or do i leave them out? would it be unfair to talk about some and not include others, despite being close to them too? all those thoughts and such, but i honestly could just not write something about you. really, i never expected that we ever became friends and yet you kind of were there and we ended up chatting daily about seals, our otp our just life. you’ve been someone so close to me and i’m glad that we are friends now may it be as writers or as ship partners or simply … as two dorks who both love video games. you are so important and i adore you.

@lionswrath / @zhriitsa ; omg okay whenever we start we pretty much end up yelling at each other about how we don’t chat enough ( and really, we don’t ), but i think you are one of those who deserve a special mention as well. you probably didn’t do this with me alone and yet i’m glad you have been so welcoming from moment one on. i felt odd actually, but immediately liked you. even now you never really fail to surprise me with your kindness and i’m really glad you are here and you are doing well and that you are just yourself.

@bossiisms ; chloe how couldn’t i mention you here? you are one of those weird people who prefer their names to be written with ä’s and that’s just how we role then. i do wish that 2016 will become your year and that all the good things will happen to you. sometimes you may forget it, but you are such a friendly person who happens to have this odd thing for old ladies and i’m really trying to keep this serious here but you know we never can have that.

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When to stop?

Have you ever asked yourself when to stop? It’s really hard to know when to stop or when you still need to hold on. But don’t you think that this is the right time to stop? You need to stop hoping that maybe someday that person would going to love you back. You need to stop waiting for that person to come back because the truth is you’re wasting your time waiting for someone who left you and doesn’t want to come back. You need to stop pretending that you’re happy and fake a smile ‘cause honestly it’s tiring, isn’t? If you’re already suffering because of too much pain and you can’t bear it anymore, don’t you think it’s about time to stop and just give up? There’s nothing wrong in giving up, it’s not a weakness, you held on for knowing you’ll get nothing in return. Sometimes, all you have to do is to stop and tell yourself that you’ve done your part. And it’s always up to them if they’ll return the favor, as long as you know you did the right thing to do. You’ll know when to stop if the world doesn’t make any sense anymore. If you know what you’re doing doesn’t make any sense at all, it only makes you feel stupid. You should stop it, okay? You should stop caring about the people who don’t even give a single damn about you.You should stop chasing everyone around you and it’s not your role to please them. Stop wanting people who don’t even want you in the first place. Stop begging for someone to stay in your life because it’s their choice. Stop begging someone to stay especially if it’s not what they really wants. Stop wasting your time on things that will just make your life even worse. Stop doing things that makes you miserable. Stop making things harder for you. You need to stop it. You need to save yourself, because can’t you see it? You’re already drowning your own self and that’s not healthy. Stop, because it’s the right thing to do and you have already reached the point where you couldn’t handle everything anymore. There’s more to life and the world won’t stop from revolving because of you, you also have to continue living your life. Sometimes, you only need to stop and think of yourself first before anything else. You’re the only one who can help yourself and you don’t need anyone in order for you to do that. You better stop now before it’s too late.