sorry if this is horribly boring

Im fighting off an art block so heres some Terus in recent outfits of mine! Ive been wearing so much grey n black man I cant wait till summer so i can go out and be a yellow disaster again

anonymous asked:

This is probably gonna be a quite rude sounding question, but how do you not get bored of doing the "same job" every day? (I swear this isn't meant to be as mean as it sounds!!) I'm 18 and going to Uni soon, but the prospect of doing the same sort of thing every day for a long time sounds horrible to me. I know you love your job and you're incredible at it, but do you ever get bored of it, and how do you combat that?

Well.. I’m sorry to say, but that’s pretty much what a job is, welcome to being an adult, we do the same thing every day and have very little free time :P

But that’s also why it’s really important to actually like and enjoy doing what you choose to do. Not everyone will have that opportunity, especially not straight out of school. Sooner or later you have to do things you don’t want to do, that’s life. I’ve had several jobs I didn’t want or like, in fact most of my jobs I didn’t want or like. But you have to pay the bills somehow. By then it becomes a trade-off of “what can I put up with while I wait for the weekend to start”. Which is basically how I lived my life up until I started working with Jack last year.

It sounds cynical and depressing, but I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. You’ll have to find ways of making it work, music, making friends at the workplace, maybe working part time at different places for variety etc. If you DO have something you want to do, keep doing that in your spare time. If you’re lucky, you’ll end up making a job of it. Not every day is going to be fun, regardless of what you do, sometimes you just have off-days. Which is where pride is a good thing. I always want to take pride in what I do, even when I did work I didn’t like I still made sure to do a good job because I never wanted someone to point to me and say I didn’t care.

So basically, primary goal, find something you can put up with, to support yourself. Secondary goal, do the thing you actually want to do in your spare time. Don’t count on it to work. If it does, great, if it doesn’t, well as long as you can pay the bills you’ll get to keep doing it in your spare time. Compromise. And never spend all the money you make. Always, always, save. You will need it, at some point.

Ash vs Evil Dead [sentence starters]

[feel free to change pronouns as necessary!]

“So, does this mean I don’t have to pay back the 20 bucks I owe you?”
“It was 200 bucks.”
“Brand spanking new hand, or brand new ‘spanking’ hand!”
“I’m not dead, you dumb bastard.”
“Oh wow, that was weird. You were really still for a minute.”
“You mind telling me what the Flying Dutchman is going on?”
“We’re course correcting. Rebuilding the family you tore apart.”
“Oh here’s a question, if we had sex right now would it still be a threesome, cause technically you’re both the same person?”
“No one escapes their destiny, ____.”
“Don’t you worry my little burrito, you’re safe in this trunk.”
“Nothing helps, does it?”
“Of course you don’t answer. Because you’re DEAD.”
“You’re both dirty birds, and I’m gonna hurt you, real, real bad.”
“Yes, I’m upset. Yes, I’m behind the wheel. Yes I’m drunk, and maybe my license isn’t the fancy kind from the DMV, but at least I’m drunk!”
“Okay, I’ve seen some seriously disturbing stuff recently, but you are adorable.”
“Sorry ____, you played right into my hand.”
“Sorry ____. Sorry you got caught up in this bullshit.”
“Keeping my end of the deal is boring. It’s more fun to change things up at the last minute. Keeps Everyone on their toes!”
“What the Fraggle Rock is THAT thing?!”
“My children stole my immortality.”
“I’m gonna find him, take my chain saw, shove it right up his ass.”
“Yeah, that’s like a felony.”
“That is horrible, and also awesome.”
“Holy pickle dicks!”
“You’ve got some huge balls showing yourself in this town.”
“You! You ruined my life!”
“I’ve ruined a lot of peoples’ lives.”
“Oh, _____. Do you really think I want you and your little friends to die?”
“Man, making decisions is hard.”
“You say one more dumb thing… “
“I’m gonna say a lot of dumb things!”
“Everybody dies here, it’s just the rules.”
“What’s out there knows you’re alive, and it wants you to be un-alive.”
“You think THIS is the right time to be hitting on me?!”
“Shoot first, think later. Or don’t think at all. Yeah! Shoot first think never!’
“Oh, I’ll be polite. Right up until I’m rude.”

Beauty And The Beast// Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Nothing 

Pairing: Draco x reader

Word Count: 1000+

Summary: Beauty and the beast vibes. Draco is the only one who likes the reader at hogwarts, but is also the beast

Requested: YE

Originally posted by jetlukeheart

I’m kinda thinking of making this a series, so just let me know if you like it. 

Draco watched you from afar. Staring had become his only form of communication, he was too scared to talk to you, but to tempted to look. It became some sort of obsession to him. Reading, eating, study in library and watch you go to your common room. Draco wouldn’t just look at you. It was a matter of looking through you. So much so, that it was like your head was transparent and he was fascinated by an object two inches behind your skull.

From the Gryffindor table where you sat next to Hermione, Draco sat at his table and stared. Hermione was the closest thing to a friend, and even then, you weren’t that close. With your face stuffed in a book and your head in the clouds, you never noticed his constant staring and lack of friends.     

Blaise waved his hand in front of Draco’s face desperately trying to catch the attention on his friends.

“Oi! Mate, stop staring,” He chuckled at his friend jokingly. You never were popular. You read more than you ate and studied more than you slept. You were quite unusual. Draco rolled his eyes at Blaise in a playful manner.

“My mother told me that girls who seemingly read a lot are more complex and mysterious,“ He sighed and smiled “Harder to figure out.” Draco glanced at Blaise seriously. Blaise looked back at you one last time, watching how you flipped your hair to one side and then flipped the page of your book.

“My father said that girls who read books a lot are wasting time,” Blaise laughed with his fellow Slytherin friends.

Then you set aside your book and began talking to Hermione. Your voice rung amongst the other kids, but Draco tuned them out to listen to you.

“Oh, Hermione!” You said cheerfully “This book is about a girl who wants to go to Verona.” Hermione turned to you and smiled.

“You’ve read that about 100 times,” She laughed “You must get so bored,” She inquired. But you shook your head and laughed.

“The girl in the book, she goes on adventures while I stay in Hogwarts when I could be fighting Death Eaters,” You huffed defeatedly. “There must be more than this provincial life.”

Hermione wrapped her arm around your shoulder “In time Y/N.” Hermione was one of the only kids that could understand you. Even Luna was puzzled by your nature, and she was quite weird herself.

Draco smiled at your laugh and watched how you picked up the book again and began to read.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” He gawked. But Blaise had other ideas.

“Mate, she’s in Gryffindor and is a bookworm. Yeah, she’s got some ass, but that’s it.”

Dazed and distracted, people would call you. They said you would never fit into any crowd. But you never believed any of them. They were wrong. You were your own crowd, even though people thought you should be in Ravenclaw, the sorting hat was not wrong to put you in Gryffindor. You got up from your table in the great hall and began to walk towards the doors. Draco got up with you, a distance away so nobody would know he was following you. Everyone looked at you as you got up. Usually, there would be whispers about you, but this time, nobody cared.

There was one boy who liked you, you never learned his name, but he was from Slytherin and incredibly persistent. He had one goon that would do everything for him, and he thought he was the most beautiful person ever. He was the only person ever that gave you attention, of course, he would only talk to you about once a month when his ego was low.

So there you sat in the library, reading a muggle book called The Hobbit, while Draco walked over to where you were sitting and sat in the chair next to you. He got a sudden burst of confidence and quickly decided to talk to you.

“Uh—what book is that?” You looked at him suspiciously and then glanced around the library for any of his friends.

“What do you want Malfoy?” You sneered his way. He looked slightly taken aback. “Why do you look so surprised. You are rude to Hermione right?” He still sat there, letting you rant on him. “Calling her mud blood and stuff,” you mumbled to yourself. “Can you just go to let me read.” And even though regret burned inside of you for being so rude you knew he hurt Hermione.

“Sorry…” He trained off “But what book are you reading?” He started again, he was really persistent. You knew the regret would come to you in quiet moments, such as when he was going to sleep or during class when you got bored. How could you be rude to him when he never was rude to you. You didn’t want to believe he was horrible, but what was there to believe. Another wave of regret washed over you. Each shallow wave ran down your spine. You took a deep breath and frowned.

“It’s called The Hobbit. It’s about Bilbo Baggins who meets a wizard named Gandalf and have the biggest adventure ever.” Draco smiles at you while your arms wrap around the book protectively. “You know,” You smiled at his behavior.

His eyes lit up at your voice mentioning him in an okay light.

“Yes?” He smiled at you.

“You remind me of this book character in this children’s book my father read me.” For perhaps a split second you saw something in the boy’s eyes, that seemed almost radiant. But that was only for a second. “Do you know what my favorite book is?”

“Yes, you carry it in your bag all the time… Beauty And The Beast!” He smiled nicely at you and bounced his right leg excitedly.

You leaned in too slowly to be normal. When you began to speak your voice trailed slowly. If Draco thought he would ever get close to you, he thought wrong. You touched his hand and whispered something, now your face was inches apart.

“You remind me of the beast.” 

anonymous asked:

Okay so like: Imagine Keith and Lance meeting like ONE TIME when they were suuuuuuuper super little like 2 or something and they kissed and - listen I REMEMBER shit from that time in my life I don't give a fuck who says you don't remember shit till you're four but ANYWAY Keith and Lance and the others are talking about the first memories they have as kids as some bonding excercise and then OH BOTH KEITH AND LANCE KISSED A BOY IN THE SAME YEAR AT THE SAME PLACE HUH WOW bonus if they're dating

“Truth or dare?”

Everyone groans.

“Ugh.” “Lance, no.” “Stop it.” “Take this seriously!“ “Dare.”

Four pairs of eyes turn to the big guy floating at the center of the training deck. Of course it’s Hunk.

Hunk looks hesitantly at everyone else. Then, he shrugs. “What? It’s not like we have anything better to do until Coran figures out a way to turn the gravity back on.”

Pidge frowns. “Yeah, but why’d you choose dare?”

Lance answers this one. “Uhhhh, because only wusses like Keith don’t pick dare?”

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So my blog is one year old and I wanted to make a follow forever because I wanted to thank you for making this horrible website into something beautiful. I’ve been on tumblr since 2013!! but last year I started to get bored and uncomfortable so I decided to start all over again and I’m more comfortable now with this blog and that’s because all of you ♥♥♥. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!

Besides this ff I’m doing a birthday page (yes, again, don’t let it flop one more time pls) and it’ll be so cool if you join :)

I’m sorry if I forgot anyone! 

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Sherlock's Daughter: The Break Up

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

Gif not mine.

Request from @bunnyboar : can u write about sherlock’s daughter? i love ur blog

A/N: Thank you so much! I hope you like it. x

Warnings: swearing.

That bastard. He dumped you in the most embarrassing way. You were in dinner with your best friend when Dylan walked up to you with his friends and he told you that he only went out with you because you were the daughter of Sherlock Holmes. He proceeded to tell you that you were not anything special and you disappointed him. This broke your heart. You thought you actually meant something but you only made people think of you as the daughter of a great detective. You loved your father dearly however you were not like him. You could not analyse someone in five seconds or deduce a crime scene. A disappointment. That was what you were. To yourself, John, Uncle Mycroft, your family, your other friends, and your own father.


You were walking home from school to 221B and you were wiping the tears from your eyes. The only personality trait you received from your father was his bad luck in love.

“Hello Y/N,” John said cheerily. He had just walked out of the flat and was shutting the door. His smile immediately turned into a frown as he saw your expression. “What is it?”

“Go away!” You yelled at him and flung open the door before storming into the flat. You loved John and he was like a second father to you but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time so he was met by your rage. You were wrong. You had also inherited your father’s fiery temper.

“Hello dear!” Said Mrs Hudson, who had just given Sherlock his tea. You gave her the silent treatment and went into your room. You didn’t even acknowledge your father.


You threw yourself down on your bed and cried into the sheets. At this point, you didn’t really care as much about the break up itself. You just hated the comments an assumptions made against you. You also hated the fact that you were a disappointment to your father. There was a knock at your door.

“Y/N,” Said your father.


“Y/N open the door.”

Again, there was no reply.

“Y/N! I will not ask you again.” He was getting mad now. You still refused to talk to him. He rolled his eyes. “Girl problems,” He muttered to himself before opening the door and sitting on the side of your bed.

“Go away,” You told him.

“No,” He replied.

“Dylan broke up with you and dumped you in an embarrassing way.”

“You are correct.”

“I always am. He wasn’t worth it. He’s an idiot and does not deserve you.”

You smiled and sat up. “I fucking hate him.”

“Language, Y/N.”

“Shit sorry.”

He chuckled. “Apologise to Mrs Hudson and John.”

“Why? You’re always horrible to them.”

“Yes but that’s me. What else is it? Something else is bothering you.”

You sighed. “I’m not smart like you. I’m not talented and I’m just plain boring. I’m looked down upon for not being like you and I’m a disgrace. You’re disappointed with me. You hated it when I couldn’t deduce the crime scene. Don’t deny it because I saw the look on your face. You refused to take me on a case after that.”

He chuckled and then burst out into laughter.

“What?” You yelled at him.

“Oh my dear Y/N. How wrong you are. You are very smart despite the fact that you may not be able to deduce your way out of a paper bag.” You glared at him. “I wasn’t disappointed with you. I was surprised at first then I was happy. Happy that you were not like me. Everyone would hate it if you were like me. I’m horrible! I refused to take you on another case because I could see that you were upset with yourself. I didn’t want that to happen again. The only solution was to not take you. And I took you on many cases with me when you were a baby in a pram. Everyone else hated me for it. Look, if anyone has a problem with you then they will have to speak with me.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“How could I hate you? You’re my daughter!” He pulled you into a hug. “I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too dad.”

The Joker x Reader - “Kitty”

The Joker broke his left leg and nope, it’s not due to a glorious outcome of him being chased by Batsy or the cops: he got out of his Lamborghini in front of the club and slipped on ice- almost full cast and bedridden for a while. J has always been an awful patient and now you have to take care of him again. You’re sooo lucky, especially since your boyfriend loves to call you “Kitty” instead of “Kitten” when he’s needy. It’s going to be fun…

“Kitty? Hey, Kitty!!!” The Joker shouts and you don’t want to answer but you have to.

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you make me a caramel latte?”

“Coming!!” you fumble around the kitchen, working on the request then run to your patient. “Here,” you hand him over the beverage. J takes a sip and frowns.

“It’s too sweet, Princess, make me another one.”

“Kaaayyyy…” you get mad but don’t show it. You start all over again and return to the master bedroom. He tastes the latte and pouts.

“It’s too bitter, Y/N. Can you make me another one?”

(Internally screaming.)

“Sure, honey,” you smile, already tired since you have to do so many things for him: he wants like…everything. You leave but stay in the hallway, playing with your phone for about 3 minutes and return with the same cup.

“How is it?” you innocently ask.

“Mmmm, perfect, I like it!” he enjoys his drink and you want to choke him but decide to skip it. Just as you thought: The Joker doesn’t know what he wants, yet sure has a lot of demands.

“I want a sponge bath,” he winks, setting aside his mug.

“Well, I can help you take a shower,” you try to get out of it.

Why? Because every time J wants a bath, it ends up with him playing with the water and splashing all over the place. As a result, you already had to change the double king mattress six times this month. It’s so huge that it doesn’t fit in the elevator and your men have to carry it up the stairs to the 30th floor. They must love it.

“No, I want you to give me a sponge bath. And I wasn’t asking; I said I WANT ONE.”

“Uhhhh…” you grunt, seeing you have no choice. “Do you promise to behave?”

“A-ha,” J licks his lips and you have your doubts, yet there is nothing you can do about it.

Yeap, as soon as you bring the plastic basin full of water, he starts his crap.

“You missed a spot, Princess,” he bites his cheek, sighing.

You roll your eyes and continue to go down his abs. Since he’s been…impaired, he only wears boxers, it’s more comfortable.

“Lower Kitty,” he smirks and you don’t even look his way. Noticing he gets no reaction, J yanks your hand away so you fall on top of him. “Wet t-shirt contest!!!” he yells and dumps the water on both of you while you scream, wiggling around to escape.

“For God’s sake, J, you promised!!!” you admonish him, wiping your face.

“You should know better than anyone that I never keep my promises,” he spanks your wet shorts, purring and that wide Don Juan grin makes you lower your defense. “I think you’re winning the contest.”

“Should I take my t-shirt off then?… This way I can enjoy my price?” you candidly check, playing along since there is no way he’ll let you go at this point.

“Yeah, do it !” The Joker promptly rips the fabric, excited he can kill the boredom with what he likes to call his favorite recreational activity.  

You have a million things to do but duty calls.



Oh, no.

“Yes, baby?”

“What are you doing?” your boyfriend demands to know even if he is aware of your current whereabouts.

“I’m in the living room, putting money in boxes !”

“Com’ere, Daddy needs you!”


You oblige and his smile is extra-creepy when you walk in.

“Pumpkin, I would like to use one of my coupons.”

“I don’t have time for…”


Yes, the coupons: you made a coupon book you gave to him for Christmas with 100 things he can redeem during the year, mostly naughty stuff.

“I really have to finish my task, J .”

“Oh, I apologize,” The Joker huffs, getting irritated. “ Is this your signature and lipstick on these pieces of paper?”

“U-hum,” you admit.

“Does it say on the bottom of each single one Redeemable at any time by Mister J?”

“U-hum,” you sniffle.

“Well then, seems pretty official to me!” he raises his voice.

“Fine,” you agree, resigned. “Which one are you redeeming?”

J gives the coupon a quick glance: “Make out for 30 minutes.”

“Uhhhh,” you grunt since you’re short on time.

“Uhhhh?! Are you joking?! Get your ass here!”

As you approach the bed, he has to point put:

“When are you going to redeem my coupons?”

Yes, his coupons… He gave them to you for Christmas: 200 of them, all written for the same thing – sex.

“They’re useless,” you pout, taking a sit by him. “We have sex all the time!”

“How rude, Doll ! Those are the best coupons ever! I spoil you rotten and you don’t even appreciate it,” J tugs on your hair so hard you wince in pain.

“Spoil me rotten?!”

“Zip it!,” he covers your mouth. “I wanna redeem my coupon and you’ll redeem one of yours in the same time.”

“Baby, I have so many things to do!”

“Bla, bla, bla…Don’t care!” and you get groped, pinched, undressed – in that order. “Shut up and do as you’re told!”

You have a million things to do but I guess duty calls.

Note to self: don’t ever give him coupons again.


You put in a blue ray for him and turn on the fireplace too, this way he has a movie to watch while you hope to finish a few chores.

“Kiiitttyyy! Hey, Kiiittyyyy!!!!

Jesus, seriously?!

“Yes, honey?”


You’re stomping towards the master bedroom, annoyed.


“Watch your attitude, woman!” J growls, not pleased with the tone of your voice.

“You need anything?!” you continue, exasperated, defying the warning.

The Joker’s finger aims towards his mid-section:

“Daddy wants to take you on a ride to Fun Town. Com’ere, you bad Kitty!”

“NO!” you cross your arms on your chest, sulking. “Watch the movie!”

“What do you mean NO?!” J glares your way, stunned. He really has trouble understanding the meaning of the word: being refused is a concept he’s not accustomed to.

“NO as in: it’s not happening, zero, nada, nothing. The rest of us have to go on a heist tonight, you know that. I have to get ready, ok?”


Still having issues processing the rejection.

“I have to go to the hideout and prepare, I’ll see you in a few hours, alright? You have everything you need around and your crutches are right by the bed. Behave honey,” and you exit the room in a hurry, heading towards the elevator.

“You’re cut off, Doll !!! No more sex for you!!!!!” you hear him shout and for some reason you have the boldness to reply:

“How can I be cut off from something I don’t want ?!”

J sat there petrified for a good half an hour. He had such a craving to run after you and kill you, but his range of motion is limited so instead he had a temper tantrum, breaking anything he was able to reach.

Nobody rejects The Joker!!!


You felt guilty about what came out of your mouth the second you said it but it was too late to take it back. After all, you do love the devilish coupon redeemer you can’t live without; such a sucker for his whims…

When you get back it’s late and you silently clean all the broken glass around the bedroom, careful not to wake him up. You watch J sleep for a little bit, his face lighted up by the flames dancing in the fireplace. Knowing the green haired plague, he probably had a horrible fit and you start feeling sorry for him even if you shouldn’t.

I mean, the great Joker is out of business for a while…bored as hell. What else can he do to chase away the monotony besides his favorite recreational activity?

You take your clothes off and sneak under the covers, holding him from behind since he’s not facing you.

“Go away…” he grumbles and moves away from you, groaning in pain from his broken limb.

You scoot close to him again, kissing the back of his neck, his shoulder and go down his arm.

“Stop it ! Get lost!” The Joker elbows you, cranky and sour from the earlier event.

“I’m sorry, OK?” you whisper in his ear, caressing his locks.

“Too late!” he hums, irritated. “Leave me alone!”

“Turn around, I want to talk to you.”


“Baabbbyyy…” you softly whine, “…can I redeem one of your coupons?” you try the strategy, hopeful for a positive answer.

“No! I told you you’re cut off!” J bitterly snarls. “I want to sleep, go!”

“But how can I be cut off from such fine quality merchandise?” you snuggle to him, pecking his back all over.

“I thought you don’t want the merchandise,“ he sarcastically reminds you.

“Of course I do, I didn’t mean to say it. Don’t be mad at me…yes?”

“You’re a horrible girlfriend!” he snaps and your mouth opens, but no sounds come out until you recollect yourself.

I’m a horrible girlfriend?!” and you distance from his body, upset. “I do everything for you and that’s all you have to say?”

“Silence, you talk too much!! Vanish and quit bothering me!”

He hears you sniffle as you crawl on your side of the bed, punching your pillows in order to get more comfortable.

Wow, such an ungrateful person, you think to yourself, wondering about the choices you’ve made recently. You close your eyes and force your mind to shut down but it’s hard.

“Are you naked?!” the question suddenly comes from behind you.

“Maybe,” you mumble, not wanting to continue the conversation and cover your head with the sheets.

You hear him move around and you can sense he’s getting closer.

“Why are you naked? Auch!” J exclaims when his casted leg is caught in the comforter. You feel him trying to stretch to get to it so you take a deep breath, annoyed with both of you and surface from under the covers, untangling his trapped foot.

“There, honey,” you sassily accentuate the word, “ the horrible girlfriend did something right tonight.”

“Pfffttt,” The Joker puffs and gives you a wicked stare, “ you are horrible…and naked,” he is fast to add. “A very interesting combination; I’m pissed and aroused.”

You crack a smile.

“Wanna take a ride to Fun Town?” he smacks his lips and you nod a yes. “Good, Daddy will show you how to get there,” J boasts, full of confidence.

You don’t have a million things to do for the moment yet duty calls anyway.

Your boyfriend makes a mental note: give her more coupons.


“Kitttyyyyy! Hey, Kittyyyy!!!!”

Oh my God!

“Yes, baby?”

“I want chicken soup!!!” he lets you know since you are in the kitchen cooking anyway.

(Internally screaming.)

“OK, I’ll make you some, hold on!”

After you fulfill the request, you hand him over the bowl with the steamy goodness. He tastes it and has to complain:

“It’s too salty!”

Goddammit, were you sent from hell to torment me?

But the sweetest smile lurks on your face:

“I’ll be back in a jiffy; I’ll fix it for you.”

You go on the hallway and wait there for about 5 minutes, then return with the same bowl.

“How is it?” you pretend to be nervous about his answer.

“It’s perfect,” J slurps on it, enjoying what he’s been craving. “ I also want to redeem one of my coupons afterwards.”

“What???!!! Why?!”

You sound so desperate.

“Don’t use that tone with me, woman!” the rant is about to begin so you have to avoid war.

“Fine! Fine! Which one?”

The Joker searches through his booklet and finds one:

Erotic massage with scented oils for 45 minutes. And you must redeem one of your coupons in the same time.”

“Uhhhh…” you fakely cry because you are super busy again.

“Uhhhh?” he imitates you. “It’s a privilege and an honor to be able to enjoy such fine quality merchandise, Kitty! So enjoy your ride to Fun Town and stop complaining or you’re cut off!” the serious threat startles you. You actually like the merchandise and couldn’t bear being apart from such…excellent quality. One could say this is your favorite recreational activity also.

You have a million things to do but… duty calls.


Some Misc. Prompts From My Old Blog

(Most of these were thanks to @m4rloe5 coming into my inbox and feeding my addiction of writing prompts instead of actually writing bdfhdvhgdfh)


  • “You’re telling me we’ve been friends for SEVENTEEN YEARS and you just forgot to mention you’re the towns masked hero???” // “It… never came up.” // “Gee, I WONDER WHY!”
  • “Okay, Kallia’s been missing for two weeks now; something’s up.” // “Sweetheart… There’s something we need to tell you about Kallia…”
  • “You can fly?” // “Yes.” // “Like, up in the sky, flying?” // “…Yes.” // “So, if, let’s just say, a special girl wanted to, you know, fly with you-” // “No.”
  • “You crashed in my window at three in the morning when I was crying in my underwear with a tub of ice-cream and don’t you dare try to fly off and save the world or some crap; I need someone to RANT TO!” Au
  • “I did NOT mean to light your pants on fire, oh my goodness, I am so sorry, wait- why are you laughing? THIS ISN’T FUNNY!” Au
  • “If you ask me to beat your boy/girlfriend up ONE MORE TIME, I will strangle you!” // “But you’re a superhero! You beat up the bad guys for a living! And I think you need practice!” // “…”
  • “Hey, Jake! I was wondering if- Oh shoot, sorry, you’re not Jake. Why are you wearing a mask? Is there some ball going on?” Au


  • “So, I’m starting to wish I wouldn’t have argued with the witch because now she turned me into a rock instead of a frog and oh Lord, this is so much worse!” AU
  • “Whenever we kiss your stupid dragon gets jealous and needy and last time he burned my favourite dress so NO MORE KISSING!” AU
  • “I’m cursed to be ugly forever, but you called me handsome??? And I just???? What???” AU


  • “I’m supposed to be a werewolf but my transformation occurs at the last sunrise of the month and I’m just so scared, what is happening?” AU
  • “I can’t believe I bit my best friend. They keep telling me they forgive me, but I see it in their eyes. They don’t.” AU
  • “I’ve been hunting for werewolves for years now and I finally have proof. I just need to take the thing in, but it looks like it’s gonna get me before I get it.” AU
  • “My friends swore they’d meet me in the woods at nine, but now it’s ten and there’s freaking footsteps and I think i’m gonna die, shoot.” AU


  • “I was a vegan before I got bit and this is JUST LOVELY. Do vegan vampires exist???? How does it WORK? SOMEBODY HELP ME!” AU
  • “What are you doing?” // “Dipping you in garlic sauce.” // “Aren’t vampires like- isn’t that gonna kill you? Not that I’d mind” // “Oh shoot, it’d kill me? Crap, I’m new at this… I just love garlic sauce.”
  • “I AM NOT A KILLER!” // “Look, kiddo, either you kill or you’ll starve to death.”
  • “Where’d this super strength bull come from? Because I was weak before I was bitten and I think I only got weaker.” AU


  • “Is that a dragon?” // “Uhm… no, it’s my dog.” // “That’s a freaking dragon.” // “Dang it, how the heck can you see that? Nobody’s supposed to be able to see!”
  • “I have zero control over my magic and I just completely destroyed your living room. Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” AU
  • “What’s his name again?” // “Kary Likewood. He’s the only guy in the world that can teach me how to control my magic…” // “I’m sorry… He’s dead.”
  • “You have magic! You can cure her! Please! I’m begging you!” // “…I am so sorry. I cannot.” 
  • “You set me on fire with your stupid uncontrolled magic twelve years ago and left me forever ugly with all these horrible scars; how dare you show your face to me now?” AU
  • “My best friend has magic, but I don’t and I kind of feel really annoying for being a boring old human and I feel like I always get in the way with my wheelchair.” AU
  • “Every time somebody touches me, my skin leaves a permanent print from the touch so when I say don’t touch me, I mean don’t freaking touch me.”

anonymous asked:

May I put in a request where Class 1-A finds out Midoriya isn't a virgin and he thinks it's a normal thing while some kids haven't even had their first kiss yet? idk thought it waa funny to see their reactions

OKAY BUT WOW THIS WAS FUN AS HECK!  (๑ÒωÓ๑) hope you enjoy!! This is what I came up with after reading the request!~

“Truth or dare, Deku!” Bakugo spat, slamming his fist on the coffee table. Everyone in class 1-A decided to hangout on their off day. Training had been extra rough and everyone just needed a break but easily getting bored, Ashido asked if anyone wanted in on a game of Truth or Dare! Being as competitive as they were, even Bakugo agreed to play along, if he started of course. “Hurry up and pick you bastard!” he glared, getting easily impatient, he wanted Midoriya to pick dare so badly, it made him smile sadistically.

Knowing this hothead, Izuku gulped down the nervousness and replied, “Truth.” Better to be safe than sorry, he was terrified of what Bakugo would force him to do with his horrible mind. Bakugo’s eyebrow twitched hard, his eyes straining from the glare he was throwing the other boy, pissed that he chose the wrong answer.

“Screw this crap. Let me know if someone wants to pick dare and I’ll wreck ‘em! Until then, I’m fucking out of here…. lame ass game.” Bakugo didn’t want to know anything about anyone, so unless they were going to play dare or dare, he wasn’t interested. The last thing on his mind was worrying about anything secret regarding his classmates, he only wanted weaknesses or insecurities that affected their quirks, nothing else. The hothead moved into the kitchen for a snack, leaving everyone dumbfounded but not surprised.

“….Okay, I’ll go for him instead!” Ashido perked up, since it was her idea she wanted to go first. “Since you already chose, you can’t take it back! So here weeeee go~ Deku!” she paused for dramatic effect and lifted an arm and pointed directly at Izuku.“….are you aaa— virgin!?” the moment that question flowed out of the smirking pink girl everyone went silent. Even Bakugo who passed by again to go to his room.

Blasphemy!” Iida screamed louder than the rest of the blushing and frantic teens, everyone had a blush to their cheeks at the question but it was Izuku’s whose face was the reddest. “Wha-Wha-What kind of lewd diversion is this!? True or dare this is not!” Iida’s arms went wild, anyone near him would get chopped by stiff hands instantly. Todoroki’s face was less serious than normal, brows lifted up with surprise and a slightly open mouth, he was unsure on how he should act or what to say with such a conversation.

“Shut it four eyes! I need to know the answer to thisss!” Mineta’s appearance with any mention of lewdness never failed. He wasn’t invited to play the game but here he was! “there’s no way anyone wo—-” “I-I’m not!”

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?” Everyone in the room screamed loudly all in unison, even Bakugo!

Aoyama covered his mouth, looking at everyone’s reaction. “W-Whoa, Midoriya… seriously you’ve….gotten in someone’s pants?” Kirishima asked, his eyes going wide while he turned to the hiding Izuku. Who’s face was pushed into a pillow from the couch, attempting to hide from this dreaded conversation. This was a game? He never remembered any game involving his sexual life before.

Sero and Kaminari stared at one another shocked by the results, they hadn’t even had their first kiss yet! “No way! Seriously! Like really, really!?” Hagakure pushed, her invisible hands grabbing at the pillow to remove it from his strengthened grip. Bakugo rejoined the group with a sandwich on a plate in one hand, stomping over to Izuku and snatched the pillow from him with his free hand easily, a deep glare being thrown his way. Yaoyorozu and Jiro helped Asui with patting the sad Uraraka, who wasn’t the happiest hearing the results. Tokoyami, Shoji, Ojiro, Koda and Sato all lifted from their spots on the couch and immediately began to leave the room, one after the other.

“Deku you goddamn liar!” Bakugo snapped, “all our childhood and not a single person gave you any attention! WHO would fuck YOU?!” his words came out with rabid growls, he was still a virgin sure but at least he’s kissed someone, no way Izuku would surpass him sexually, Bakugo was much better looking and physically fit!

Scoffing at the hothead’s words, Izuku glared back up at Bakugo intently, “I-I’m not.” he stated again more calmly this time, “it was recent…. v-very recent…but it did happened.” Bakugo stepped back, shocked and crushed at the words he was hearing, how could stupid weak Deku actually lose his virginity first? Sure, Bakugo didn’t worry about having sex due to his passion to be a hero. But he still didn’t like Izuku surpassing him with anything at all.

“Good job at loosing Midoriya.” Todoroki chimed in, thinking those words were proper enough.

Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

Sam didn’t really want to go to the BBQ. For some reason he’d felt obligated though. It was just another stupid Fourth of July party. And the only person he knew was the host. It was one of his ‘friends’ from work. Really he’d just chatted with him around the coffee pot a few times just nodding and telling him how interesting his life was. Well apparently he took that as a true bond and felt like Sam really wanted to come to his party.

“There’ll be all kinds of fireworks man!” his coworker said.

“Sounds awesome,” Sam replied taking a long sip of his coffee.

His coworker had paused. “You should come over man. It’ll be great! Like, you can meet some new people and maybe a girl…?”

Sam had gotten used to these kinds of comments from people. Even if he was in his late twenties he wasn’t that into a dating scene. Apart from his low self-esteem and horrible body image he didn’t know how to socialize with others. He’d usually just let them do the talking and then they’d complain that he was too boring. It was something he hated. But somehow he still ended up finding himself at the party.

‘I’m just going to stay 30 minutes and make a quiet exit,’ he told himself. ‘Oops… Sorry I couldn’t find you to say goodbye… It was a nice show though,’ he was already thinking of excuses explain his disappearance. It’s not like his coworker would have noticed anyway. He had like 70 other guests to keep happy. It was insane.

But Sam was more impressed with how big his home was. He couldn’t believe that his coworker was making so much more than him. Sure Sam was a lot younger than him but this place was huge! Two stories, finished basement, pool. The only thing Sam could think about was how he deserved a raise.

“Enjoying the party?” a female voice had found Sam’s hiding corner.

“Uhh…” he took a sip of his soda trying to figure out what to say, “Yeah.” He smiled stupidly at his lie. It was way too simple of an answer for the amount of time it took him to think of something.

She just smiled at him anyways, completely unfazed. “Clara,” she stuck out her hand to greet him.

“Sam,” he forced a smile.

“Yeah dad loves his parties. Always has to invite everyone who spends more than a couple of sentences talking to him. It’s like he can’t control himself sometimes. He’s so impulsive,” she tried to suppress her giggle. Obviously she cared about her dad but Sam couldn’t help but agree. He was always like that in the office. Outgoing and friendly to everyone there. It seemed like his daughter was exactly the same.

“But he’s nice,” Sam smiled back. “Never starts any drama and gets his work done on time. He’s a good guy to work with.”

“I know. I shouldn’t be talking bad about him,” she paused for a second. It was the first time it seemed like she was trying to think of something to say. She spoke with such confidence that it actually caught Sam off guard. This didn’t seem like someone who was very bashful. Even though they’d just met it felt like they were friends who hadn’t seen each other for years. She took a drink to offset the length of the pause. However it seemed like she was looking at him with more intent. “I really like you swim trunks. Real festive.”

“Huh?” he looked down at his red, white and blue trunks. He must have forgotten he’d brought them. Sure he knew there was a pool here but he didn’t know why he thought he’d go swimming. “Oh yeah,” he laughed. “I guess I thought I might go swimming.”

“Then maybe you should try taking your shirt off,” Clara poked at him.

Sam suddenly felt really self-conscious. He didn’t like taking his shirt off in front of others. There were too many places his extra weight hung off him weirdly. “Uhhh… I-I- I don’t know. I don’t really like not…”

“Oh c’mon you’ll look fine. No one will care,” her smile seemed a little devious. It was like she really wanted to see him shirtless. “What’s point of working out if you don’t show it off.” She gave him a bit of a wink.

He blushed furiously, “I don’t really…”

“Are you one of those guys who complains about rest days? C’mon dude. That’s when you’re body grows. I know you like working out but come on… Learn to relax a bit,” she took another drink. “Five intense workouts a week is enough.”

“I mean… Won’t the other guys be a bit intimidated?” He rubbed the back of his head. It flexed his huge bicep almost as a reflex. He didn’t realize just how much his veins were bulging out. Sure he’d just come from a workout but he had a bigger pump than he thought.

She laughed. “Like you’ve ever cared what other guys think. I bet you’re more of a leader. They’ll probably end up following you like a puppy if you wanted them to. Just go throw them a Frisbee or something. Guys like that, right?” Sam thought back to how much he did throw the Frisbee around quad at his college. Guys really did like that short of thing. Clara must have wondered if he was still listening to her. She reached for his thick muscular chest. “C’mon it’ll be weirder if you keep your shirt on.”

“Well if you’re really ok with it,” he gave her a sly smile. He was only keeping it on to be polite. He was at a ‘company friend’s party’ after all. He didn’t want to make things awkward. But if his daughter was telling Sam to take off his shirt it had to be okay. Sam was about to rip it off right there but realized he didn’t have anything else to wear home.

“There ya go. Bet that feels great. You were probably going to rip through that by the end of the night anyway.” She totally called him on it.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he threw up a flex and admired it. She tried to hide her laugh behind her drink again. “Wouldn’t be the first time I had a girl ask me to take it off either.” She practically spit out her drink laughing. It made him feel really good. He did work out a lot didn’t he? Clara was right. He deserved to enjoy his muscular body from time to time. It had more uses than just working out.

“You dating anyone?” She asked.

“Uhhhh… No. Kind of in between relationships right now.” He lied. His look was obviously concern. But Clara didn’t care.

“I’ve got just the person for you to meet. CATHERINE!” she shouted across the party. A couple of the girls looked up. Their mouths slowly fell agape staring at the man next to Clara. ‘Wouldn’t be the first time that happened either…’ he thought. “She’s just the girl for you. I know you don’t need me to help break the ice but I’m worried about Margery over there. She’s a bit… ‘handsy…’ And I don’t want Catherine to get intimidated.”

“Are you sure it’ll be okay?” Sam didn’t know where this nervous feeling was coming from. He’d always been really good when talking to girls. It shouldn’t have been weird. He took off his sunglasses and looked away. Clara brought him back in.

“Course it is! You’ll do great. I’ll keep Margery from getting in between you two. And then you talk to Catherine about… Whatever,” Clara leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “She’s really got a thing for cute guys with beards.”

‘Don’t they all…’ Sam thought as they walked over to Clara’s friends.

Pretty Lucky - Peter Parker

 Word Count : 1,284

Warnings : None

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines

The familiar tap on your window, a random beat each time wakes you from your sleep in your comfy fluffy blanket covered bed. With a slight groan in your sleepy state, you make your way over to your window, seeing Peters familiar figure crouched outside waiting on the balcony staircase.

You open it with your brows raised questioningly, his Spiderman mask is off so you can see his disheveled brown hair and his brown eyes and newly busted lip. You frown and quickly move for him to come in, he silently makes his way in and is soon sitting on your bed facing the way he came in.

“I would ask what happened but I can already assume you slipped up during a fight.” You finally speak walking over to your bedside drawer, getting out the first aid kit you’ve been keeping in there since the first time Peter had shown up with a cut arm.

You’ve known about Peter being Spiderman for about 2 months, you found out because you saw him trying to change out of his costume but getting caught in it by his boxers halfway through and falling straight on his ass. Which led to him frantically trying to explain everything while you just stared at him wide eyed before you yelled.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were spider boy?!”

Which then led to him mumbling a quick.
“It’s spiderman… Not spider boy.”

But that was then and this is now, obviously not a lot has changed, you’re still the best of friends but now you know that he is actually badass. Kind of, he is still a complete dork.

“One of the guys took a swing at me while the other held me down, got away, though,” Peter says with a proud smile, and you just roll your eyes before grabbing his chin and dabbing it with a sterile wipe, earning a hiss from him. After inspecting, cleaning and deciding he doesn’t need stitches, you patted his head to tell him you were finished and he jumps off your bed, going to your drawer that has a spare change of clothes for him to change into.

“Thanks, again. Oh, don’t forget we have to work on our Spanish project that’s due this Friday.” He says and you groan in annoyance and fall back on your bed and whine. “Can’t you do it? You’re smart, plus you owe me for doing your English homework last week.”

Peter chuckles and you hear his light footsteps make their way towards you, soon he is laying down on his back next to you.
“I would, but this assignment is a lot of work, and you’re better at the writing parts. You’re smart too ya know?”

You huff and turn on your side to face him and he mimics you, with a slight pout you agree. “Fine, but you owe me lunch.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So who are you going on a date with?” Peter asks, throwing a random ball up and catching it while you fix your hair, you look at him through your dresser mirror and reply. “You remember Matthew from Geometry?”

“That guy?” Peter exclaims in disgust, sitting up and looking at you with wide eyes and he continues. “He dates every girl in school, has sex with them and then just drops them like their nothing.”

“Well, I won’t be that easy. Plus my uncle had set me up with him, apparently, Matthews dad works with him.”

Peter frowns, and grumbles. “If he tries anything-”

“I know I know, you’ll kick his ass. But I will probably beat you to it.”
To Peter: Please come pick me up. He is being horribly creepy.

From Peter: What the hell is he doing?

To Peter: He keeps trying to make a move on me, he’s coming back gtg. Please hurry!!!

“Hey, sorry about that. The line was really long.” Matthew apologizes sitting closer to you in the booth than he originally had, you grimace when he puts his hand your thigh and move it off of you. He gives you a questioning look before throwing his arm over your shoulder and starting up the boring conversation you were having before.

Not even 10 minutes later you see Peter looking in through the restaurant window, soon your phone starts ringing. You look to Matthew and excuse yourself before stepping outside and pretending to answer the phone but you really just go over to Peter who was now leaning against the brick wall of the little restaurant.

“Thank you, so much.” You exclaim to him, he smiles brightly and takes your hand and the two of you quickly hail a cab and go to his place.

“He was so touchy, not that I’m against that but like we had just met.” You explain, taking off your jacket and heels you had worn, spreading your feet on the hardwood floor to soothe your sore arches. “And now I have to lie to him and my uncle about what happened.” You huff and fall back on Peters twin bed, all the while peter was watching you rant for a good 10 minutes.

“I’m glad it didn’t go well.” He replies, you furrow your eyebrows and sit up to look at him. “Thanks, means a lot.” You deadpanned, he quickly held up his hands in defense and said.

“Not like that, it’s just- he’s a douchebag and he doesn’t deserve you.”

“You don’t think anyone does, Peter.”

He nods in agreement and he adds with a blush tinting his cheeks. “Well, that’s just because- no nevermind.”

“Oh hell no, you know how much I hate it when people do that. Tell me what you were gonna say.” You demand, standing up to be in front of him. Even though he is taller than you, you still tried to make yourself look like the bigger person.

Peter nervously scratches the back of his neck and he mumbles not looking in your eyes. “I don’t like any of them. Because I want you all to myself.”

To say you were floored would be an understatement, to say you were about to burst with joy would also be an understatement. You just look at his face with wide eyes, your mouth opening and closing to find the words to say. When Peter finally meets your eyes regret fills his eyes.

“I understand if you don’t like me-”

“Shut up.” You interrupt, finally saying something, he opens his mouth to say something put you shush him and put a finger and his lips and you whisper.

“Do you like me too, Peter?”

Peters’ eyes widen and he nods and questions. “Too? You mean you like me too?”

You smile and nod, “Of course you dumbass. I always have, always will.” The smile on Peters’ face doesn’t falter as he puts his hand on your cheek and quickly asks.

“Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”


You swear your heart bursts when his lips finally touch yours, its like they were made to fit yours. Peter breaths into the kiss like it were the most amazing thing he has ever done, which is quite impossible to believe considering who he is. You both smile widely when you pull from the kiss to catch your breaths. Peter tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and he whispers.

“Am I lucky or what?”

You smirk and intertwine your fingers with his and reply with a cheeky wink.

“Ya, you’re pretty lucky.”

hey migraine sufferers

i want to let you know that your pain is valid

the hours you spend in darkened silence are worth it if they make that pain less

migraine is a neurological condition and related to epilepsy

these are not normal headaches

migraines are something that can bring life to a standstill

and i know it’s horrible seeing everyday things - even the most boring stuff - pass before your eyes and not being able to participate

just find a comfortable corner and wait it out

if you have medicine that helps, take it

if you don’t have medicine that helps, i’m really sorry because that fucking sucks okay

no matter what, drink plenty of fluids and eat a healthy meal

breathe deep

you’re gonna be okay