sorry for whatever this turned into

anonymous asked:

I saw a lil thing where you send in a character with a certain emoticon that means a different thing but I couldn't find the emoji but it was a lol kimono emoji that was for the character to be wearing some kind of outfit related to their countrie's transitions and stuff so can I nominate that for mercy?

Gotcha~

Mercy in canton of Bern dress. I love those… whatever it is on the head - it looks like a fairy wings

This is the meme you were searching for (I know you searched emoji but shhh, let the stars wars meme be ;u; ), which by the way reminds me I should make a housekeeping on this blog, add some pages etc… ._.

Anyway hope you’ll like it and thank you for the ask! <3

  • like, a god of death or whatever, standing on my lawn: you're about to experience the wrath of a god
  • me, who was watering my plants and turned at the sound of a voice, thereby accidentally spraying them w/ the hose: oh, wow, i'm so sorry dude, shit
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SORRY this turned out so big … if you can’t read the text i suggest copy + pasting the url and just zooming in from there

anyways here’s a messy chart as to how i think pearl killed PD. i also like the theory that pearl somehow helped rose get near PD, where rose killed her; you can use a lot of the arguments here to point in that direction.

whoever the real killer is, though, i’m almost certain that pearl was involved in some way. as a bystander, a conspirator, whatever.

Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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anonymous asked:

honestly I like concept Mercy better too but it is sorta tiring to see people shit on Angela, I wish people were capable of liking two things at once instead of feeling compelled to bash one just because you like the other more, memes aside I've seen some really rude shit being said to people over this and it's dumb. I'm tired. You're probably not the best person to send this to but whatever I have typed too much to turn back now sorry have a nice day

i’m gonna level with you here. im gonna be real with you. i SUPER don’t care

like, everyone’s acting like people are humiliating a real person. here’s the thing: mercy is literally…. fictional. not real. she’s not a real person getting her feelings hurt because someone says they don’t like her. she doesn’t exist.

i get the impression with people getting personally offended like this that like.. mercy’s the character you project yourself onto, so insults to her feel like an insult to you personally or something.

it’s not the end of the world that some stranger on the internet doesn’t like your favorite character mate. it’s not that deep

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

❛ I wish that I could tell you. ❜
❛ You should have stayed. ❜
❛ Please don’t come looking for me. ❜
❛ Just get out of here. ❜
❛ I don’t know, I just don’t know. ❜
❛ Why did you come? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Can’t break something that was already broke. ❜
❛ Don’t fix something that isn’t broke. ❜
❛ Why can’t you just butt out?
❛ I don’t need your help. ❜
❛ I’m not here for you. ❜
❛ You’re never here for me when I need you. ❜
❛ Is that smell you? ❜
❛ Can you please just stop already. ❜
❛ I’m leaving you. ❜
❛ I just didn’t want you to come around. ❜
❛ Are you sure you’re okay alone? ❜
❛ No, no, no, no —- I just checked it last night. ❜
❛ Don’t worry, you’ll learn how to do it someday. ❜
❛ I think we are going to like each other a lot. ❜
❛ I just wanted to come and let you know. ❜
❛ So, what are you going to do, now that you know? ❜
❛ You have got to be fucking kidding me right now. ❜
❛ Do me a favor and shut up already. ❜
❛ Scratch the serial number off of it. ❜
❛ I’m not wearing a mask. ❜
❛ You act like it’s all my fault sometimes. ❜
❛ I’m here for your pity party. ❜
❛ You are in a lot of trouble, you know that right? ❜
❛ You aren’t allowed in here. ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ You aren’t wanted around here anymore. Sorry. ❜
❛ I can’t keep covering for you. What’s going on? ❜
❛ Just tell me what’s wrong! Talk to me! ❜
❛ There’s so many things I would’ve done differently. ❜
❛ Stop crying about it and do something about it. ❜
❛ Stop looking for the things worth dying over and find the things worth living for. ❜
❛ So, prove them wrong. Thats the best way to do it. ❜
❛ Don’t need anyone who doesn’t need me. ❜
❛ Yeah, well, we all have our sob story so just save it. ❜
❛ Don’t cry over me or for me, I’m not worth it. ❜
❛ It isn’t cheating if you aren’t actually dating. ❜
❛ You know what? That’s a good idea. ❜
❛ You need to find someome better already. ❜
❛ I’m not listening to your bullshit right now. ❜
❛ Is that a freaking condom? ❜
❛ It smells like sour milk in here for crying out loud. ❜
❛ Am I really standing here witnessing this right now? ❜
❛ I’m not a bad influence if it’s always your ideas. ❜
❛ I never forced you to do anything. ❜
❛ Are you really walking out on me? ❜
❛ Come near me again and I’ll blow your head off. ❜
❛ Treat me like the princess that I am. ❜
❛ Just remember a lot of guys want what I’m letting you do right now. ❜
❛ How can you possibly be in love with two people at the same time? ❜
❛ Let’s just get out of here. ❜
❛ Shhh, I’m going to key his/her car. ❜
❛ There’s no one even here. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, it sounds like a bad idea. ❜
❛ Is that blood on your shirt? ❜
❛ Oh my God, are you bleeding?! ❜
❛ Jesus, don’t you ever get tired of doing that. ❜
❛ You know they throw people in Asylum’s for doing that. ❜
❛ You’re just looking for trouble, like always. ❜
❛ Enough is never enough for you. ❜
❛ I could never get tired of this. ❜
❛ You’re so jumpy lately. ❜
❛ I mean I feel bad but whatever. ❜
❛ I have a reputation to maintain unlike you. ❜
❛ Why are you staring at me? ❜
❛ Stop feeding into his/her bullshit! Wake up! ❜
❛ Are you on drugs or something? ❜
❛ You have lost your fucking mind, once and for all. ❜
❛ Yes, you summoned me. ❜
❛ I’m not here to help you. I’m here to watch you struggle. ❜
❛ Hey, cut it out already! I can hear the stupid TV. ❜
❛ Are you seriously asking me this right now? ❜
❛ Have you ever tried to count the stars? ❜
❛ I should kill you right now! ❜
❛ Don’t you dare walk away from me! ❜
❛ I know where you live! Don’t forget! ❜
❛ I just wanted to have a good time but no, you couldn’t let me, could you? ❜
❛ This friendship has officially sunk, hope you’re happy. ❜
❛ Are you satisfied now? You should be. This is what you wanted. ❜
❛ I don’t get everything that I want unlike you. ❜
❛ Must be nice to be that miserable all the time. ❜
❛ Happiness is the most temporary thing in life. ❜
❛ Everything happens for a reason, right? ❜
❛ You can call me at any hour. Always. ❜
❛ There’s nothing that I can’t do. ❜
❛ You’re like a forty year old, like an old soul or something. ❜
❛ Say it or I’ll cut your finger off. ❜
❛ I will stab you right in the eye if you look at me one more time. ❜
❛ Go ahead and look but don’t touch, unless you want a broken limb. ❜
❛ I’m actually a serial killer. I’m not joking. ❜
❛ You have such a morbid sense of humor. ❜
❛ This is our time, come on, let’s have our time. ❜
❛ Hey, want a hand with that? ❜
❛ I almost forgot what that felt like. ❜
❛ I just want to feel something. I don’t know what though. ❜
❛ I need your help with something. ❜
❛ I’m pissed off right now. ❜
❛ Don’t go breaking my heart. ❜
❛ Why do you build me and watch me fall? Is that fun for you? ❜
❛ Well, I’m used to it by now, so take your best shot. ❜
❛ I hate crying. It makes me mad. ❜
❛ I really don’t want to be seen with you right now. ❜
❛ Please, just don’t forget. Whatever you do. Don’t forget. ❜
❛ You can’t catch me though. ❜
❛ I know I said fucked up things and I’m sorry. ❜
❛ Look, I’m an asshole. I don’t mean be to be. ❜
❛ I’ll try not to be an asshole anymore. ❜
❛ Any pocket knives or anything? ❜
❛ Where’d you go? ❜
❛ I’m going to turn myself in. ❜
❛ Did you finish your cigarette yet? ❜
❛ You can turn around and face the other way. ❜
❛ It wasn’t worth it, was it? ❜
❛ I have no idea what you said. ❜
❛ Right now, you’re acting very weird. ❜
❛ I don’t even know what that statement means. ❜

“Yurio is too young and he’s being sexualised also Otayuri is pedophilia ew” says the thirteen year old pubescent girl who wears revealing outfits and wants to get laid by men in their twenties.

Sweet Tooth- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: Another two posts in one night! This is a little tribute to the fact that I already have reached over 100 followers on here, which is baffling?? Thank you all so much for supporting me so much in the very short time I have been on here. I’m so very glad that I have done this and I hope to be getting to some requests that I have received recently, as well! I digress. I hope you enjoy this Remus smut in celebration. This is my very first attempt at writing anything of the sort so sorry if it is no good! Enjoy~

Warning: SMUT 

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

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What’s Mine

An Alpha!Bucky One Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3,511

Warnings: NSFW 18+ SMUT! Oral (female receiving), face sitting, fingering, sexual penetration, A/B/O dynamics, knotting during a heat, dirty talk, language, a NSFW gif, some mild violence, hostage situation, angst and fluff. Whew.

A/N: I like Loki… I just needed a villian. 

You stole from me.

So, I stole from you.

Time is ticking.

Her clock stops at midnight.

Bucky let the cell phone drop from his hands. He heard the screen shatter when it hit the pavement. He looked down at the glass shards that scattered across his boots. They blurred in his vision.

Rage warmed his blood as fear chilled his bones.

His Omega.

The feral howl that ripped from his chest echoed through the morning fog surrounding the cabin.


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Lance is a Boy #1

Keith vaulted over a fallen tree, running as fast as he could through a dense jungle, thanking allura for making paladin armour so aerodynamic. There was a swift movement beside him as a lanky figure pushed ahead “Lance.” Keith hissed and pushed himself a little bit harder.
“Hurry up pretty boy! Or you’re lunch!” Keith’s eyes rolled as Lance cupped his mouth with his hands while running to deliver the sound over to Keith. It was more than unfortunate that in this second of diversion, Lance tripped over a tree root and face planted, letting his body roll with the momentum. Keith pushed his feet into the ground to stop as quickly as possible, he still had to run back a few paces to stop by Lance. The ground absorbed a groan from the blue paladin.
“Lance come on we need to go. Now.” Keith’s voice was urgent and persistent. “Please get up.” Keith’s hands wrapped around Lances bicep and he pulled, making Lance stagger to his feet. A dark red liquid stained his chest and Lance had drawn his hand up to his nose, pulling it away slightly and frowning.
“Ah quiznak.” The only words Lance left behind as they took off running again. Large stomps were suddenly eerily loud and very apparent behind them as they took long strides, staying closer together. It wasn’t long before their calves burned and the boys looked for any kind of checkpoint. Eventually they both dived past a large, off looking tree with high hopes. A long second passed,

then a loud buzzer went off.

“Simulation end!” A calm voice rang through an intercom, Allura. “Very good boys!”

“Really?” Keith’s voice was hopeful.

“Well… no, not really, but better! You both learned this time and took the wise route and ran, a wise altean once said ‘a brave person will fight relentlessly, a wise person will know when to fight another day.’, I’m impressed you chose to flee.” She walked through the door onto the training deck, her voice fading from the intercom. “Lance are you ok?”

“Better now that you’re here my princess” he winked and put his hand on his hip, clicking his tongue seductively, normally this would be as smooth as ever but with one hand pinching a dripping nose bleed, not so much. “Yknow my princess doesn’t really roll off the tongue, how about my everything instead?” It had only been about two days since Coran and Allura were awoken and Lance had flown in blue to the castle of lions, and he was still trying to get with allura, of course, to no avail.

Rolling her eyes, Allura turned to Keith “I’m glad you waited for him, I saw the hesitation in your eyes as he fell, you did the right thing and theoretically saved your friends life.”

“Wait wait wait, mullet hesitated!? Keith!” A swift (but gentle) smack on his shoulder made Keith smile.
“Lance I don’t think there’s a soul in this universe that wouldn’t have.”

Allura put a gentle hand on Lances shoulder “go see coran, get yourself set up in a health pod, he’ll need all of your information and then you’re set, that nose bleed, and whatever other damage, will be dealt with.” She smiled and turned to walk out, Keith following close behind.

Lance walked throughout the castle, his nose pinched and his mind starting to wonder. “Who knew finding an old man in a castle would be so hard…” as if summoned, Coran suddenly dropped from the ceiling and clanged to the floor. “AGH!” Lance jumped into an immediately defensive stance. “Coran?”

Other than looking slightly dirty, coran was intact and smiled warmly at Lance “sorry my boy! Was just cleaning out the vents, 10 000 years worth of dust, someone had to do it”

“There are vents? On a space ship?” Lance looked doubtfully at the orange haired man.

“Well, yes, they can be cut off but with them it keeps the airflow more consistent.” Lance shrugged and explained what had happened, as coran lead them to the room with the pods, they talked more and more about how advanced the ship was and reasoning for a lot of design choices.

“All right, Lance! I’ll need to ask you a couple questions to set up a basic data base and ID for you in a pod so it can optimize heal time.” Lances nose had stopped bleeding but he was pretty sure it was broke so he obliged.

“Fair enough, fire away.”

“Full name?”

“Lance Charles McClain.” He smiled, remembering his dad, Charles McClain, a nice, respectable man, he was named after him. Coran typed away happily, supposedly coding the system with Lances information.

“Height and weight?”

“5 feet and 9 inches, 130 pounds.”

“Sexual activities?”

“Woah Coran at least buy me dinner first.” Lance smirked and Coran tried not to but the corners of his moustache rose a little. “Currently not active.” He said, not ashamed of himself in the slightest.

“Ok last one, this ones easy, biological sex?”

Lance was about to answer but paused, thinking it over for a second, his answer was lower than usual and he looked down.

“female.”

To be continUED…

tony stark, a certified baby-cuddler

everyone needs more tony and babies in their life, right? have a fic. because tony canonically goes to hospitals and hugs babies who need it. (for mobile users, there’s a read-more after a few paragraphs)


Tony Stark isn’t new to kids, not exactly.

He’s always tried to visit paediatric wards when he had a moment, letting the kids play with the armours and telling them stories. He helped Reed and Sue with babysitting, and he remembers Val’s first attempts at building microprocessors. He held a newborn Danielle Cage in his arms and he marvelled at how tiny she was. He’s always glad to help his baby Avengers with homework.

He likes kids. He might never have his own, and he tells himself he’s made his peace with that, but he likes kids and he likes spending time with them, from babies and toddlers to I’m-not-a-kid-anymore teenagers.

And the moments he spends with kids never get any less special.

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Tom Holland Imagine: Comic Con

Summary: You and Tom meet at Comic Con while you’re both promoting your new movies

A/N: I saw The Lost City of Z today and almost died because it was so good. It’s literally my favorite book of all time and when I found out Tom was going to play Jack is almost cried.

Warnings: none

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Tom and the rest of the Spider-Man: Homecoming cast were in the middle of an interview when she first caught his eye. She was dressed in a blue floral dress when he saw her. Tom tried to keep his focus on answering the questions but his attention kept diverting to her smile. Her smile was the most enchanting smile he had ever seen and she had the most kind eyes of anyone he had ever met.

She was crouched next to a little girl and appeared to be singing. Although Tom couldn’t hear her, he knew she had to have the voice of an angel.

“So, Tom, got your eye on anyone?”

Tom snapped his head back over to the interviewer who was smiling at him.

Tom stayed quiet for a moment as he looked at Zendaya for help who simply giggled at the boy in distress.

“Um, I-uh… I don’t know. There’s one girl who I recently saw and thought was beautiful. But I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself to her yet…”

Tom could feel his cheeks heating up as the rest of the cast ooo'ed at his response.

Tom looked up to Harrison who was smirking at him.

Tom turned his gaze back to look for her, but she was gone. Tom felt like he was going to have a panic attack if he didn’t find her soon.

Luckily for him, the interview ended and he had 1 hour before their panel started. 1 hour to find the mystery girl.

Tom frantically looked around the mountains of people for the dark haired girl in the light blue floral dress. Tom prayed to whatever god was up there that he would find her and find her soon.

Tom was abducted from his prayers by a familiar voice calling his name.

He turned his head to see friendly blue eyes looking back him.

“Hey, kid. It’s been a while.” Sebastian said as he smiled sweetly at Tom.

Although they joked about having a rivalry, they were actually quite fond of each other.

“Oh, hey Seb. Sorry, I just saw this girl earlier and I’m trying to find her.”

“Oh? What’d she look like?”

“Ummm… dark hair, kind eyes, beautiful smile, she was wearing a light blue dress with yellow, black and white flowers on it.”

“I think I know who you’re talking about. Her name’s Y/N. She’s the voice of the new Disney princess. She’s probably in the break room, honestly. Or maybe try and find her booth?”

Tom nodded and took off towards the break room.

“Okay, bye, I guess…” Sebastian mumbled as he watched the lovesick boy run away from him.

Tom could hear people yelling his name for pictures, but he ignored all of them. He felt horrible for neglecting his fans, but he had to find her.

Tom finally reached the break room and saw the same beautiful smile from before as she read from a book of fairytales.

Everything felt like slow motion for Tom as he approached where she was sitting.

Tom had normally been good at talking to girls, but as soon as her e/c eyes met his, he felt hopeless.

His throat ran dry and he could hear his heart pounding in his chest while his stomach did cartwheels inside of him. He felt like he was no longer in reality, but placed in a fictional world of romance like in the movies his mom always watches.

Tom suddenly become aware of how much time had passed of him staring when he noticed her smile beginning to drop.

“Hi? Can I help you with something?”

And that was it. Hearing her voice. Her voice was as smooth as velvet and as beautiful as a sunset over an ocean.

Tom swallowed the lump in his voice and counted to three before blurting out a hello.

The beautiful smile returned to her face as she greeted him once again.

Tom’s cheeks heated up again.

“I’m Tom. I uh, I saw you earlier and I-I just, um-”

“He thinks you’re really pretty!”

Tom whipped around to see Sebastian standing at the door smirking, obviously enjoying the torture that the poor boy was in.

“Oh… is that true?”

Tom turned back to look at Y/N with wide eyes. He slowly nodded and felt his cheeks grow warmer if that was even possible.

Y/N smiled up at him before grabbing a notepad from the tables and a pen.

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe when you learn how to speak properly, you can give me a call.”

Y/N handed Tom the piece of paper that contained her phone number.

Tom smile brightly at Y/N before he heard them calling for the Spider-Man Cast to head to their panel.

“Maybe after this is over, I can take you to dinner? Would that be okay?”

“That sounds perfect.”

Person A had noticed that Person B had been acting odd all day and decided to confront them about whatever their problem was, because damn it, it was their job.

It wasn’t until A was driving B home later that day that they finally asked what was going on with B.

B instantly clamed up, and it wasn’t until they were almost to B’s house did they finally confess.

“…A, I’m sorry that I’ve been keeping this from you for so long. Your my best friend and I trust you so much but I have to tell you…I’m gay…”

Person A waited until they turned off their car in the driveway before turning to B and responding,

By full on making out with B.

“Babe, we’ve been married for the past three years.” And walking out of the car.

EXTRA: Person A smirked at the thought of B’s befuddled face left in their car.

Langst! More Langst!

Keith lunged toward Lance once more, pinning him for the third time in two minutes. Their sparring matches usually ended in Keith’s victory, but never this quickly.

“Come on, Lance; you’re not even trying,” he prodded. Lance’s grimace (the one he’d been sporting all day, Keith had noticed) turned into an outright scowl at Keith’s jab.

“Sorry,” he said flippantly, “I’m distracted. And tired. Can I be done with this for the day?” Shiro looked surprised when Lance turned toward him, but before he could answer, Keith was interrupting.

“Seriously? You’re just ‘done with this for the day?’” 

Lance bristled. “I wasn’t asking you.”

“You know why we train, right?” Keith pressed. 

“Keith, knock it off,” Shiro grumbled, but Keith didn’t stop his assault. 

“It’s because what we do is important. So whatever you’ve got that’s distracting you, whatever girl turned you down at the space mall or whatever conditioner you ran out of, you need to forget about it so you can focus on your actual responsibility to the universe for once.”

“Well, I’m sorry; not all of us just have this one big responsibility to the fucking universe,” Lance snapped in a terrifying quiet tone. “Can I not be cut a little bit of slack on the one day that I can’t stop thinking about the responsibility I was pulled away from?”

Keith looked shocked, his mouth falling open for a moment. Lance sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. 

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just–I’m stressed out. Can I just go back to my room?” Lance asked.

“No,” Shiro replied, “Tell us what you meant. What other responsibilities are you talking about?” Lance often felt homesick, Shiro knew, but he had always thought it was missing the comforts of home–not some kind of fear of what he had left behind.

Lance hesitated. “I mean, my mom is back on Earth, raising six children alone, and the next oldest one is my little sister, and she’s only 14.”

Shiro softened. “I’m sorry,” he replied, “I had no idea. But you know they’re fine, right? You mom was on her own with them while you were at Garrison, wasn’t she?”

“Well yeah,” Lance admitted, “but that’s the problem. That school is expensive, and it took almost all of our savings money. I was supposed to start working over the summer as a cargo pilot and eventually get a full time piloting job to cover the expenses, but now I’m here, and they’re on Earth with all my debt and loans on one income. My sister is supposed to start looking at schools this year, but without my loans paid off, she’s not going to have any options. She’s just going to have to get a job, and that’s–I just can’t–today is–” he trailed off, but Pidge knew what he was trying to say.

“The deadline for Garrison applications,” she finished. Lance nodded, not taking his eyes off the floor. 

“Mi hermanita would have made a really great pilot,” he near-whispered, smiling sadly, “way better than me. And she’s not going to get to be one. Because I’m here defending the universe. So, yeah,” he looked back up at Keith with tears shimmering in his eyes, “I know this is my one big duty. And I know it comes with sacrifices, and I’ve made them all willingly. But I just–my sister shouldn’t have to, right? She doesn’t get to go to flight school because of her brother, who she probably thinks is dead anyway? I’m trying, but I just–today I need a little slack.” He set his bayard down on the ground and turned away. “I’m done with this for the day,” he said as he went back to his room. No one stopped him this time.

Because of this addition on the post by @tinkdw I felt compelled to write a short… thingy. :P 

Watch Over You (1264 words)

When Cas comes back as a human, he has nightmares. Dean doesn’t notice it at first; the bunker is huge and the walls are mostly sound proof and Cas – well, Cas always looks tired.

And Cas does his best to never let it on that he dreams, every night, of all the people he killed, all the mistakes he made, all the knowledge he has lost because his human mind can’t comprehend it anymore. Some days he wakes up screaming, others crying – often both. But he never talks about it because, well, if he’s learned one thing, then this: Winchesters don’t talk about their feelings. And he’s a Winchester now, at least this much has Dean made clear.

Dean notices when they’re on a case in Iowa, sharing the motel room because Sam got the short straw and has to observe a haunted house they’ve theoretically cleared but – better safe than sorry. It’s almost 2am and Dean’s not even remotely tired so he’s just idling around when a soft whimper makes him perk up.

It grows louder. At first it’s barely noticeable but after a while the whimper turns into groans (and not the sexy kind either), then small cries and Dean can hear Cas’ breath hitching before he lets out a shout. Dean’s up before he knows what he’s doing, standing at Cas’ bed. He’s sweaty and his face is distorted into a grimace; without thinking, Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder and shakes it.

Cas sits up almost immediately. “I didn’t -” he stutters. “I didn’t want -”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dean says softly. “It was a dream.” He’s surprised by the gentleness in his voice and swallows heavily; he shouldn’t turn this into a chick flick moment.

“Dean.” Cas recognizes him and immediately recoils; Dean’s hand is falling from Cas’ shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He sounds tired. “I – had a bad dream.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Dean answers.

“I’m sorry,” Cas repeats. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I can go sleep in Sam’s room if you want.”

Dean shakes his head without even thinking about it. “Dude, no,” he says forcefully. “That’s not a problem. I’m used to it. Sam had them all the time. Me… me too.”

“I – I may have had them a lot,” Cas admits. “In the last weeks. But I didn’t want to disturb you. And it’s not a problem, really. Don’t feel pressured into doing… something.”

“I’m not. Come on, let’s try to go back to sleep, okay? I’ll sit here a bit. Watch over you.” He points at the end of the bed.

Cas tilts his head curiously. “You always said I shouldn’t do this,” he says.

That makes Dean blush. “Well, that was – different,” he explains. He doesn’t exactly know how, but it - well it was. Most definitely. “You deserve it,” he adds as an afterthought.

Maybe it’s because Cas is too tired to argue or because he actually believes what Dean has said, but he agrees and lets himself fall to sleep shortly after. And it seems to help, very well actually – no nightmare in sight. Dean doesn’t fall asleep that night but that’s okay - he can sleep in the Impala, let Sam drive. He’s always happy when he can.

After that, it becomes a habit. Of course, because Cas is Cas, he at first puts up a fight – but after the third night in a row where he needed more caffeine than humanly possible to even held his head up he realized that this is his best option.

So Dean stops sleeping in his room, instead watching over Cas every night. He doesn’t mention it to Sam because – it’s no big deal anyway, and it’s just until Cas stops having these dreams. He sets up a comfy chair next to Cas’ bed and it works. When Cas has a nightmare, he wakes him up, they go back to sleep.

No need to talk about it. Not that they don’t talk – actually they do talk a lot, sometimes for hours at a time. About everything, being human, their last cases, philosophical questions; sometimes Cas tries to lure him into a conversation about mathematical equations because he ‘doesn’t want his skills to get rusty’ but Dean shuts that down pretty quickly.

They do this for a week until Dean’s back and neck starts to hurt. He doesn’t say anything because he has enjoyed their nights together so much that he fears saying anything will threaten whatever fragile thing they have build together but Cas, of course, notices it anyway.

When Dean groans and massages his neck as he sinks into the chair, Cas sighs and pointedly looks at his bed. “My bed is pretty big, you know,” he says.

“Um,” Dean says. “Okay?”

“It’s just – I see that you’re hurting. And I feel bad. Because I – I feel like my happiness comes at your expense. I don’t - I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not, Cas. I’m just old and cranky and shouldn’t be doing this stuff anymore. But if I can handle a wendigo I can handle a fucking chair.”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

They don’t talk about it for that evening but when it’s 2AM and Dean wakes up with the worst crick in his neck that he has ever experienced, Cas wakes up and holds up his blanket as an invitation. “Come on,” he says and it’s not a plea, it’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

So, of course, Dean obeys. He’s shaking and sweating at the prospect of sharing a bed with Cas, but he obeys. It doesn’t mean anything, he thinks. Cas is Cas. He just wants to be nice to me. It doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next night, he’s in bed with Cas from the beginning. He almost doesn’t dare to move but he’s tired, so tired, and when he falls asleep he finds himself drifting closer to Cas; almost but not quite touching. They don’t talk about it afterwards.

The third night it all goes down. Of course he’s lying in Cas’ bed and of course he’s trying to keep his hands to himself but after talking for three hours and Cas’ eyes falling shut every few seconds now he just can’t help himself; he raises his hand and brushes a few stray hairs from Cas’ face.

When Cas opens his eyes almost immediately, he stills. “Sorry,” he says and puts his hand back, expecting – whatever, a shout, a ‘what the fuck are you doing you pervert’, a ‘leave my bed and don’t come back’.

Certainly not this. Cas takes Dean’s hand, putting it in his hair again. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. Hesitantly, Dean starts to caress Cas’ hair, watching with fascination when Cas shuffles closer, burying his nose in Dean’s neck. Far too soon his breath starts to even and he falls asleep completely; he doesn’t have any nightmares that night.

There’s no going back from this, and somehow Dean doesn’t want to. Soft touches turn into warm embraces turn into slow kisses turn into eager movements. He doesn’t look back; they don’t talk about it because, well, there’s nothing to talk about.

Except one thing, a few weeks later. “You know,” Cas starts quietly when Dean is running his fingers through his hair again. “I vowed to always watch over you,” he continues. “And then you said you would do the same.” There’s a short pause, then, very quiet, almost like an exhale. “Thank you.”

Cas doesn’t have nightmares again, but they still share a bed.

Reaction to you flinching & covering your face during an argument

Request: BTS reactions to you flinching & covering your face in protection during a heated argument

❌ This reaction involves domestic violence/abusive relationships so if this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read it. ❌


Seokjin:
At this point you couldn’t even remember why you two were fighting, all you knew was there were hurtful words being said, but nothing either of you actually meant.
“Jin I can’t believe you right now, you’re such an asshole!”
“Fuck you y/n. I give up, I don’t know what you want me to do.” He said while throwing his hands in the air. You knew he would never hit you, but his sudden action caused you to flinch and cover your face in defence.
“No no no.. y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to scare you, you know I’d never hurt you right? I love you, I’m sorry.”

Namjoon:
You guys were arguing because he hasn’t been home very often due to working on their comeback. You knew it wasn’t his fault, but you still wanted time with him to yourself.
“Y/n I’m sorry but I have things to do! You’re not the only important thing in my life you know!” He said while raising hands to run them through his hair in frustration. As he raised his hands, you automatically assumed he was going to hurt you, so you covered your face to defend yourself. When he saw you do this, his frustrated expression quickly turned into a soft, sad one.
“Y/n, baby. I.. I would never hurt you. I’m sorry, I know things are hard with this comeback but I promise I’ll spend more time with you, okay? I love you.”

Yoongi:
He was always blowing you off, but would never tell you why. Today was the day you found the courage to ask him why. Your mind was running wild, thinking of this possibility that he could be cheating on you broke your heart, but you needed to know.
“Yoongi, you’ve been really distant the past few weeks. Are you.. cheating on me?” You asked in almost a whisper, afraid of his reaction.
He just stared at you, both emotionless but shocked.
“What the actual fuck, y/n? You think I’d cheat on you?!” He yelled, pinning you to the wall.
He raised his hand which caused you to flinch. When he saw the scared expression on your face, he realized what he was doing and let go of you and lowered his hand. With tears in his eyes, he said;
“Y/n.. I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what got in to me. I would never hit you, I hope you know that. I am so so sorry.. I love you..”

Hoseok:
You and Hobi have been fighting about pretty much everything lately, and he was sick of it.
“All we do it fight y/n! I don’t wanna do this anymore!”
“Do what? Be with me? Fine! I’ll leave then.” You said while walking towards the door.
He grabbed your wrist and roughly pulled you towards him which made you flinch. By now you both had tears in your eyes.
“Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rough, I do want to be with you. I just don’t wanna fight, okay?”

Jimin:
Jimin has been spending a lot of time with his new friend. You didn’t want to assume that he had feelings for her just because she’s a girl; you knew that a boy and girl could be just friends, but whenever he texts her, he blocks his phone so you can’t see. When she calls him, he won’t answer unless you’re not there. Any logical person would think he’s cheating, so why shouldn’t you think that? And to make matters worse, it was the day before your birthday, and he was with her instead of you. He had finally come home around 2 in the morning, and that’s when you’d had enough.
“Jimin what the fuck?! You’ve been out with that girl more than we have the whole time we’ve been together!”
“So? That’s none of your business!”
“Wow, Jimin. It IS my business. You know why? Because my boyfriend who I thought I could trust is now cheating on me! Why are you even here? Why don’t you go spend time with her?”
“Jesus, y/n. I don’t need your damn permission to go out with friends! And for your information, I’ve been with her planning a surprise party for YOU. Happy fucking birthday.” He said as he threw the glass that was on the table beside him.
He turned away after that, so he didn’t realize that the glass was thrown right beside you, making you flinch and cover your face so you wouldn’t get hurt. It wasn’t until he heard your quiet cries that put his angry emotions aside and turned around to face you.
“Y/n.. jagiya, I… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to throw it at you, it was a mistake I swear. Are you okay? Baby I’m so sorry…”

Taehyung:
It was a pointless argument. Taehyung was going on and on about how you shouldn’t be wearing such a short skirt on your date, but you saw it as your body, your choice, and Taehyung telling you what you could and couldn’t wear was crossing the line. You were leaning with your back against the wall with your arms crossed.
“I can wear whatever I want Tae, you’re not the boss of me.” You said while rolling your eyes.
That, unfortunately was a mistake. You rolling your eyes, disrespecting him was enough to set him off. He had his hands balled into fists and he snapped. The next thing you knew, his fists had created two holes in the wall, both right beside your head. This, of course caused you to flinch. His face was centimetres from yours, both of you in shock. A single tear fell from your eye and that was what made Taehyung realize how violent he was being.
“I.. jagiya.. I’m sorry. I didn’t hurt you did I? You know I would never do that to you.. I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry, I love you..”

Jungkook:
Possessiveness. Greed. Jealousy.
Not very good words, yet they describe your long time boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook. This “International Playboy” could flirt with whoever he wanted, but when you do as much as even look at another guy, all hell breaks loose when you two are alone.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK Y/N?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, FLIRTING WITH HIM RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.”
He was furious. You’d never actually been scared of Jungkook, but this time was different. You may have been scared of his reaction, but you weren’t go to be treated like this nonetheless.
“I WASN’T FUCKING FLIRTING JUNGKOOK. YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT FLIRTING IS?!”
“Please, enlighten me.”
“Flirting is talking with every fucking girl you see when you’re on tour. Yeah, I know about that. I’m fucking done, jungkook. Done with your shit, done with us.”
And with that, you turned to leave your shared apartment. You had your hand on the doorknob as you felt a strong force turn you around and push you to the side. Jungkook never meant to actually push you, only to move you out of the way so you wouldn’t leave. So when he saw the shocked, scared look on your face, he immediately wanted to help in any way he could. He knelt down to help you up, but when he reached his hand out to you, you flinched and covered your face in fear he’d hurt you. This completely and utterly broke Jungkook’s heart. He loved you more than anything and you were afraid of him. This caused him to break down in tears in front of you. The rest of the night would be extremely quiet aside from him apologizing the entire night.
“I’m so sorry, y/n. I mean it. I would never purposely hurt you, I hope you know that. I’m sorry for everything.. but I do love you.”

I got way too carried away with these oops

Slytherin!Tom AU

Pairing: Slytherin!Tom + Hufflepuff!Reader

Notes: I wrote this bc I’m a Hufflepuff and when Tom said “who wants to be a Hufflepuff?” I was offended. So, now I am forcing him to love Hufflepuff’s. Bite me, Tom. THIS IS FOR ALL MY HUFFLEPUFF’S.

Two | Three | Four | Epilogue


“You’re joking!” I laughed, putting my cardigan on as I listened to Beatrice tell me what happened in her Potions class yesterday. She nodded, tucking in the rest of her shirt while she looked at herself in the mirror.

“I’m not joking!” She picked up her bag and waited for me by the door so we could head out together. “Richard totally mixed up the spell and turned Slughorn into an actual slug! It was ridiculous – now he has to help Slughorn every Saturday by cleaning out the cauldrons.”

“So, you got extra credit for turning Slughorn back to normal, and you don’t have to clean your cauldron?” She nodded, linked her arm with mine. “You lucky, Gryff.” My laughter was cut off when a shoulder bumped into me, causing my books and the other person’s to fall to the ground. I started to apologize but was cut off by a groan.

“Damn, Hufflepuff,” I flinched from the amount of venom he spit out at the mention of my house name. “Watch where you’re growing!” He bent down to pick up his books and I caught a glimpse of the green on his sweater.

“I’m sorry, Nicholas, here.” I bent down, picking up a stray notebook and handing it to him, stepping back when it was ripped from my hands.

“‘I’m sorry, Nicholas’,” I could hear the mockery in his voice, causing me to sigh. “Just watch where you’re going.”

“Nicholas, ease up.” All three of us looked up and saw Tom adjusting his backpack. “She said she was sorry, she gave you your notebook,” he shrugged, “just drop it, let’s go.”

“What, Holland? Hufflepuffs are worth your time now?” Tom shrugged, shaking his head when Nicholas muttered a ‘whatever’, heading toward wherever he was walking before. Tom turned to look at me.

“Sorry about him,” Tom bent down and picked up one of my pens, handing it to me. Our fingers brushed and we looked up at each other, Tom pulling his hand away from mine quickly. He cleared his throat, pointing toward the direction Nicholas ran off to. “I, uh – I have class. Potions.” He nodded and I nodded back, smiling shyly. “I’ll see you around, Hufflepuff.” I nodded again, but he had turned to walk away before he saw me doing it.

“Tom being nice to a Hufflepuff?” I turned and looked at Beatrice, gripping the pen in my hand. “He must have a spot for you.” I rolled my eyes, not missing the heat that was quickly surrounding my face.

“Tom doesn’t have a soft spot for anyone – except maybe his mom. And that’s a maybe.” Beatrice laughed, shaking her head while we linked arms again.

“Whatever you say, Hufflepuff.”

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You’re Fired || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your asshole supervisor until you go out for drinks with him. 

Warnings: like a tiny bit angsty, i don’t even think there’s swear words except asshole, and uhh fluff

Words: 1727 words

A/N: this is like an asshole bucky who isnt actually an asshole cause bucky barnes is pure


Almost incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as you weaved in-between people and traffic trying to get to the small coffee shop you worked at. You couldn’t have been anymore glad that you decided to wear running shoes instead of your usual flats as you were darting from across town in only ten minutes.

You had stayed up much later than you intended binge watching your favourite show and didn’t remember to set an alarm, thankfully your body clock managed to wake you up somewhat on time. 

You also knew if you got fired from this job you’d never hear the end of it from your father, who got you the position. He was friends with one of the supervisors that worked there, Bucky, and claimed that he was the nicest man on Earth. 

Unfortunately, it turns out Bucky is an asshole to you. You really tried your best to be nice to him and you don’t know if you ever did anything rude to him, but something about you ticked him off clearly. 

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Mrs Fluffybottom

Prompt:  omg bruh. Imagine Prinxiety where Virgil wants to make something for Roman, but gets super self conscious about it cause Roman’s CREATIVITY for petes sake, and of course it’ll look dumb in comparison to what Roman can make.  OH this is kinda sad but what if something accidentally happened to Ms. Fluffybottom and Roman is devastated, so Verge tries to stitch him a stuffed bunny? X’D ~ @this-is-ske

Pairing: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

General Taglist: @thebeautyofthomas @frustratedwaffle @killerfangirl3 @pippa-frost @extreme-doodles @fandomsofrandom @here-to-vent @i-prayed-to-you-cas @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

cw: Self-loathing, negative self-talk, vivid imagery of a destroyed doll, cursing, headaches, mostly fluff

The absolute worst part about the whole mess was that Princey hadn’t even been angry

Anger, Virgil could’ve handled. If Roman had yelled, or raged at him, or otherwise reacted in the way Virgil had feared, he would at least have been expecting it. It would have made sense. Especially after all the pomp and circumstance with which he’d loaned the doll to Virgil in the first place–and the solemn promise he’d extracted from Virgil to take care good of her. 

Not that he’d done it on purpose, of course. He was just…Anxiety. Ruining things was what he did

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Love Me Back - Peter Parker

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s best friend and she’s in love with him (CLICHE I KNOW), however he’s in love with someone else.

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 2000 exactly!

A/N: This is kinda sucky not gonna lie, but we’ll see. I’m trying to improve on setting scenes and stuff. I think I’m decent at writing emotions, but not on describing them in detail… (also posting from mobile!!) ANYWAY I had fun writing the end and I hope you enjoy!!

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The bell had just rung for first period was Peter walked up to you. “Hey Pete.”

“Hey Y/N. Did you hear about Liz?” His face lit up whenever he spoke about Liz, but you always ignored it. You were too focused on him in general; You were in love with the boy.

“No, did something happen?” You frowned.

“Nah, she’s just having a party and she invited me, you, Ned and Michelle.”

“You know she doesn’t like to
be called Michelle, it’s MJ now.”
“She’ll always be Michelle whether she likes it or not.” He said with a smirk on his face. You could feel your heart pounding and the butterflies in your stomach whenever you were with him. Everything Peter did could make you melt…

“I don’t think I’m gonna go to the party… It’s just-”

“Not your thing?” MJ interrupted. “Even I’m going, Y/N. You have to!”

She leaned in to you. “Peter told me he’s gonna confess to Liz tonight, you have to!”

You shook your head. “Sorry Pete, I’ll have to think about it. MJ, we should get to French class.”

“Bye Y/N, Bye Michelle.” He emphasized Michelle, and she narrowed her eyes.

“It’s MJ!”

As you two got farther away from Peter, you began interrogating her. “How did you find this out… And why is he?”

“He told me after Liz invited us, and I’m not sure why exactly… But like I said before, you should go because it might be your last chance.”

“I hate parties.” You let out a sigh. Peter had been head over heels in love with Liz since seventh grade. It was annoying at first, but now it just hurt you, because you were head over heels in love with him. “However, if tonight’s the night then…”

“Yes! You’re finally gonna do it!” MJ almost yelled.

“Shhh, keep your voice down MJ.” You laughed.

You walked into Liz’s party wearing more make-up than normal, a tight black dress, and heels that really made your legs look nice. You obviously looked good on purpose; tonight was going to be your night. The loud atmosphere was suffocating and hot, which was reason number one why you hated parties. Flash Thompson was yelling “Penis Parker”, and you could see Peter with Ned in the corner. He looked annoyed with Flash, but then he locked eyes with you. Your heart fluttered, and you gave Peter a small wave. He was just starting to walk towards you when MJ appeared almost out of no-where.

“You came. I kinda wish I didn’t come now, though.” She looked around.

You leaned in and whispered, “Nice cock-block, Peter was just walking over to me!”

You leaned over her shoulder to look for Peter. You had to tell him how you felt tonight, otherwise you might lose him to Liz.

“Why don’t we do something for awhile… Like, hide from all of these people?”

“Michelle, we’ll be fine!” You laughed. “But if-” You began, only to be interrupted…

“Damn Y/N, you look really good tonight!” Flash said towards you. He scanned your body and gave you a grin. He always hit on you at school, but right now was a new experience. “Do you think you wanna maybe dance with me tonight?”
You rolled your eyes at him.

“I reject you at school, and I’ll reject you here too, Flash. No, please leave us alone…”

Flash left you alone for the rest of the night, but you got some more attention from some asshole seniors. You thought it was funny how once you showed off your curves, they were suddenly interested in you.

You had lost MJ awhile back, so you were alone in a crowd of people. You were squeezing your way in between bodies when your arm was grabbed. It was Liz. She pulled you towards a group, which consisted of MJ, Ned, a guy from your English class, and Peter. When you joined the group, all eyes turned to you.

“Y/N, I was looking for you!” MJ said impatiently.

“Sorry, I got caught up with Flash again. He won’t leave me alone…”

Peter laughed. “Well if you hadn’t dressed like that-”

“Excuse me? God forbid I wanted to look nice, Peter.”

He didn’t say anything to you after that. The conversation was carried on in the group, and you wish you’d paid attention to Liz and Peter… The way they looked at eachother you should’ve known something was up, but you were oblivious and the night continued on.

The group eventually dispersed, and you had gone to the bathroom to take a break. It’d been a long night, so you decided to leave. You were on your way out when someone outside caught your eye. It was Peter.

Cold licked at your face and crept under your clothes as you pushed open the glass door. You saw Peter looking up at the stars, and you contemplated for a moment if this moment could be anymore perfect. When the door behind you shut, Peter’s head snapped to you, and you could see the corners of his mouth slide upwards. The moonlight spilled onto his chest and shoulders.

You stepped towards Peter, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest. This was going to be your moment, you just felt it. You stood next to him, watching as he stared at the stars.

“The stars really are something, aren’t they?” He said, with his eyes still on the stars.
“Yes, they are. My mom always said stars were like angels, that they watch over you in the darkest of times.”

“That’s weird but cute…” His eyebrows furrowed.

You let out a small laugh. “My mom always was kind of a hippie… Oh, by the way, I didn’t appreciate what you said about my outfit earlier!”

He frowned. “What? It’s true. You can’t come here looking-”

“I can do whatever the hell I want! And I actually wanted to look good for once…” Your voice faltered.

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry. You do look really good if it makes you feel any better.” You could feel your cheeks turn pink, but you were thankful your blush was concealed by the darkness of the night.

“So, what are you doing out here? Isn’t it a little cold?” He spoke as he wrapped the jacket he was wearing a few seconds ago around you.
“As Elsa once said, ‘The cold never bothered me anyway.’” You said, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I really don’t like parties. It was just too many people… And I was kind of looking for you.”

“Me?” He questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just…” You took in a sharp breath of the icy air. “This is really hard for me to admit, Pete, but I guess… I like you?”

“Y/N…” He began.

“You know, like-like? Okay that sounds really immature I guess the term would be love-” You were rambling before he interrupted you.

“I-I thought MJ or Liz would’ve told you by now…” Peter broke his gaze from you, looking at the ground now. His tone sounded sympathetic, and you felt your heart drop. You bit your lip trying to stop any tears, because now you knew he wasn’t going to tell you he loved you back. “Liz and I, we’ve kinda been a thing… But I guess now we’re official.”

Tears slowly poured out of your eyes as you shut them. “Yeah, of course… Well I’m sorry this is awkward. Now I feel like an idiot.”

You could feel his eyes once again on you. “Y/N, you shouldn’t… You’re an amazing girl and one of my best friends! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Peter, just don’t. Don’t give me that speech. Fuck that.” You exhaled, and wiped your cheeks. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.“Do me a favor and don’t tell anyone about this. It’s extremely embarrassing. Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel and began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave. Liz and I were just gonna start a game of truth or dare!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” You looked
up at him now, aware that your nose was probably red and your cheeks stained. “I just told you I love you and you want me to play games with you and your girlfriend? Don’t you realize how much this hurts me!”

Peter stared back at you, not knowing what to say. “Peter… I don’t think we can really be friends anymore…”

“Come on, don’t say that… It’s been you and me since 6th grade.”

“That’s thing! It’s been you and me since 6th grade, and you’ve still never caught on that I like you, asshole!” You knew it wasn’t his fault he didn’t love you back it was just a fact of life. “I’m sorry… Goodbye, Peter.” You turned on your heel, and started walking away when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let you leave” You didn’t turn around, but instead squeezed your eyes shut and jerked your hand away. You peeled his jacket off of your shoulders, allowing it to fall on the ground. You weren’t going to stay here, you weren’t even going to go back into the house. You snuck out the side gate unnoticed, which you were thankful for.

On the dark and lonely walk home, you let the sobs escape and the tears to fall on the ground. You felt like your heart had just been stepped on, and you never would wish this type of heartbreak on your worst enemy.

The worst part of it all was you found away to blame yourself. Maybe if you’d been smarter or prettier like Liz, he would’ve looked at you more than a friend. Maybe if you’d admitted your feelings for him earlier, he would’ve felt the same way. Now it was too late, and felt as if you’d never fall in love again.

Your phone was buzzing and ringing non-stop in your purse, but you just ignored everything. You knew it was gonna be MJ and Peter, maybe even Ned.

You got home an hour later with tear-stained cheeks, numb toes, and an aching heart.
You took out your phone, and the screen was filled up with phone calls and text messages from Ned, MJ, Peter, and even Flash. Flash was just asking you out again, though. You scrolled through some messages.

MJ💖: Hey, Peter told me what happened. Are you okay?

MJ💖: Let me know when you get home. I need to know you’re okay.

Pete😎: Y/N please pick up I need to talk to you

Pete😎: I’m sorry please

You just scrolled past Peter’s messages. You didn’t need him to break your heart anymore.

Ned👽: Y/N I’m really sorry about Peter. I hope we can still be friends!

Ned👽: MJ and I are really worried please text back as soon as you see this.

MJ💖: Y/N please tell me if you’re okay!!
You unlocked your phone and replied to MJ:

I’m not really okay, but I’m home safe.

You went and sat down on your bed, and let the sobs rack your body. You’re parents were out of town for the week, and you were thankful for the solitude. An hour later, you were laying in bed in nothing but a big Star Wars shirt. Your cheeks were as wet as the pavement outside from the rain. You knew you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight.

Your thought were interrupted by a tap on the window. You jumped out of bed in fear, because who’d tap on an apartment window three stories up at this ungodly hour? You quickly turned your light on to see a man in red and blue.

You slowly crept over to the window, and slid it up, allowing the frigid air into your room. You couldn’t believe the person before your eyes…

“Spider-Man?” You said almost in a whisper.