spoke reasons

Lately, I’ve been obsessed with Pink’s new album and especially the song “What About Us?”.  For some reason it spoke to me on a Wolfstar level at first, but the more I listen to the lyrics it just sounds to me like it’s a letter from Remus, or any of the Marauders, but Remus especially to me, to Dumbledore.  

I make no secret of my Dumble-rage.  Dumbledore was a manipulative old bastard who used people like pawns and kept them in the dark to suit his own means.  That twinkle in his eyes and the “Greater Good” doesn’t excuse any of his actions.

While the Golden Trio age suffered and was definitely manipulated and forced into war as children by Dumbledore, I think the Marauders era was dealt such a horrible hand by Dumbledore.  They sacrificed everything, including their lives,  thanks to his machinations.  

“We are billions of beautiful hearts
And you sold us down the river too far

What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
What about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
What about love? What about trust?

What about us?

We are problems that want to be solved
We are children that need to be loved
We were willin’, we came when you called
But man, you fooled us, enough is enough, oh

What about us?
What about all the times you said you had the answers?
What about us?
What about all the broken happy ever afters?
Oh, what about us?
What about all the plans that ended in disaster?
Oh, what about love? What about trust?
What about us?”

5

“…Do you want to talk for a bit?”

Since I work in a hotel’s remote reception I have a huge respect for people who travel even though they barely speak English, but what I find really hardcore is speaking Chinese only and coming to Poland - the real sign of bravery.  

Liam Dunbar Imagine-Heartbroken

Request- Hey, I just found your blog and I must say…I’m in love with your writing! 💕😍 I wanted to ask if you could do an imagine where the reader also is a werewolf but more powerful than the others. She doesn’t find out about it until she get’s her heart broken by Liam because of Hayden. She joins Theo and wrecks havoc. In the end she realizes what she did and runs away. Maybe she goes to London to live with her brother Jackson? Thank you! 💕

Author’s note- Aw Thank you so much, I’m glad you like it here. I changed the ending slightly because I got carried away. But your request is my command, enjoy x

You stood, half-listening to the pack meeting. You stared down at the ground, wanting to look everywhere but up. It hurt- a little. You and Liam were, until recently, dating and it was intense- well for you anyway. You ignored Lydia when she warned you about dating a friend, she warned you of how bad things could get, but you didn’t want to hear it. So here you now are, trying to avoid eye-contact with anything but the carpet. Everything was so much brighter when you had someone to love you. First your brother left you, after turning into a werewolf. Now Liam, after falling in love with someone else. They had history together, and sometimes that’s something you can never replace. It was inevitable that the more time they spent together, the quicker they fell for one another. You were the spare part, the fill in, before someone better came along. And that made you feel like shit. “As long as we stick together, none of us will get hurt” Scott finished. Ironically you looked up, seeing Liam with his arm around Hayden. She was smiling at him sweetly, causing an eye-roll on your behalf.  “We’ll meet tomorrow then?” Stiles finished, after noticing your clear discomfort. You all grumbled in agreement, before disbursing. You walked away with Lydia, picking a corner of the room to stand in. “It’s not fair on you, you shouldn’t have to watch that, them.” Lydia said, sounding as frustrated as you felt. “Lyds, I’m fine. I don’t care” your voice cracked during that last part. “I may not have wolf chemo senses, but I know you’re anything but fine” she said, sympathetically. Your hearing then unintentionally focused on Liam. He was with Hayden and Mason.They were all laughing, that type of laugh that makes your stomach hurt because you cant stop. A small, animalistic sob escaped your lips. The type your dog makes, when you leave the room for more than a minute. “Did you just-?” Lydia began asking, drawing her attention back to you. “What? No. I don’t think-” you interrupted quickly, surprised yourself. Lydia looked at you quizzically, to which you simply shrugged, biting your lip.

You were on your way home, when you chest began to feel heavy. No one, not even you realised how much you were truly hurting. You grew used to crying in the shower, so no one could hear you. You grew used to waiting for everyone to fall asleep, before you could break. You knew exactly what it felt like, to want all the hurt and pain to just stop altogether. Everything seemed to hit you all a once, your emotional pain turned physical. Your legs felt weak and you breath became unsteady. You slowly brought yourself to sit on the side of the road. Every thought of Liam and Hayden, every bit of sadness, every bit of pain played on your mind in that moment. It hurt to know that things would never be the same again. You wiped your tears with your sleeve. Things were only getting worse and you were so broken. “Stop crying” you kept repeating to yourself, covering your mouth with your hands. The longer you hold on, the more numb you become and that is exactly how you were beginning to feel. The loneliest part in someone’s life, is when they watch their whole world fall apart- and all they can do is stare blankly. You had been sad for so long, that your tears simply dried up and all you felt was the emptiness inside of you. You felt numb. It was like someone turned a switch inside of you. The girl that once cared way too much about everyone and anything, no longer cared at all.

“Y/n!” a voice called, approaching you. They placed their hand on your shoulder, feeling how ice cold you were. They squatted beside you, shaking their hand in front of your face, noticing just how unresponsive you were. You had been sitting in the street for god knows how long, accepting the new you. You eventually looked up at them. “You’re freezing, take this” they offered, handing you their jacket. “You don’t have to pretend to be concerned Theo, everyone knows you’re a power hungry sociopath” you retort. He tilted his head, shocked, confused and amused by your response. “Where did that come from?” he asked, smirking. “The new me” you responded, standing up. “The new and improved you” he corrected, intrigued by the sudden transition. “Whatever” you rolled your eyes and began to walk away. “Y/n, wait” he said, grabbing your shoulder. You turned around, your eyes glowing a light purple rather than the usual beta gold. Theo was surprised to say the least, he had heard the dread doctors talk about that once before. There’s a rare type of werewolf, a more powerful type. They get their power from cutting off their humanity, something you had began doing. He however concealed his reaction, not wanting you to realise and run to your friends for help. “Listen, Hayden abandoned my pack and took Liam from you. I’d say joining my pack would get revenge on both of them” he claimed. “I know you’re just trying to manipulate me-” you paused, considering the pros and cons. “But I really have nothing to lose” you answered. Theo smirked once more, excited by the newest and most powerful addition to his pack.

Morning came. You had been up all night, listening to the schemes Theo had set in place. “You might want to sleep for a bit, busy night” Tracy grinned sinisterly. “I don’t need sleep, what I need is for you to fuck off” you retaliated. There was no need for that, even though you had been fighting her for last few weeks with the pack. “We’re on the same team now, what’s your problem?” she asked, taking a step closer to you. “Oh please, you’re not even a real supernatural creature. What are you even supposed to be?” you scoffed, looking her up and down. “Ladies” Theo interrupted, standing in-between the pair of you. “Rather she’s out or I am” Tracy held her hands up. You smiled at her, radiating the sense of cocky bitchiness that Theo loved. “No one is dropping out, both of you just need to calm down” he tried to diffuse. As much as he wanted to see you beat the shit out of her, with your new found strength, he wanted you to wait and channel it all that night. She huffed, storming off in the other direction. Theo began talking to you, something about Tracy probably. You however focused your attention behind him. “Y/n!” he said, slightly louder. You drew your attention back to him. “Look, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you tonight” you brushed past him and exited the dread doctor’s lab.

You had lost a lot of humanity, but not enough to turn on all of your friends. Lydia had always been there to guide you, Scott had always been there to protect you, Malia had always been there to cheer you up, Stiles had always been there to talk to and Liam- well fuck Liam. You were on the way back to the lab come nightfall, to tell him you couldn’t go through with it. That was until you walked past a coffee shop on the way there. Your coffee shop. It was a place you and Jackson had gone to ever since you were little, it was your safe place. You had introduced Liam to it, when it became your shared safe place. And there he sat, holding hands across the table with Hayden. He knew how much it meant to you, it was stupid but it was yours. Liam must have smelt your familiar scent, as he turned around to look at the window. You of course, were already half way down the street by then. “I’m ready” you stated, joining Theo and his pack. Your eyes were glowing a slightly darker purple.

The five of you took your positions in the school. “It’s coming” you heard Cory say, from the other side of the building. You retracted your claws and fangs, this time noticing you had two more. Before you could put another thought on that, you felt the vibrations of the beast entering the school. You soon heard the growls and sound of broken school equipment as Tracy attacked it from downstairs, to the sound of Donavan’s radiating electricity. “Wait” you heard Theo whisper from the other end of the hall. The vibrations got louder and bigger, as the beast got closer towards you. You let out an animalistic grow, but before you could do anything someone interrupted. “Y/n” the voice of reason spoke. You turned to see Stiles, opening the doors to the school. “Ignore him” Theo whispered. You let out another growl, as the beast grew closer. “Y/n this isn’t you and this isn’t the way either” Stiles spoke again. You turned to look at him again, feeling the cracks starting to form in your icy persona. “I bet Theo hasn’t told you what you are. A lunar wolf, one that gets their power from hurt an pain” he continued. You simply glanced back at Theo. “It’s not true” he simply retaliated, his heart showing no indication of a lie. “You feel it too. Deaton noticed it months ago, we didn’t tell you because we knew you were already hurting” Stiles justified. “Now!” Theo instructed, as the beast ran towards the three of you. You and Theo charged towards it, taking and giving hits. During the fight you felt the strength build behind every punch, as your eyes grew darker. Until you punched the beast, causing it to growl loudly in pain for the first time. It violently threw you and Theo against the lockers. You slid down them and turned to look to your right. “Stiles!” was all you managed to shout, as the beast charged towards him, but you could see there wasn’t enough time. You stood up and ran, at an inhumane speed and managed to push him to the ground, before the beast ran straight through the wall of the school. You both stopped and breathed for a second. “Thanks” was all he managed to say between gasps. You brushed the broken rubble off the pair of you, and you both dragged yourselves up. “You’re bleeding” he said gently, noticing the large wound on your arm. “I’ll heal” you simply returned, your eyes fading back to their usual colour. He furrowed his brows and ribbed off part of your shirt, before tying it around your arm. “Until it does” he added awkwardly, after noticing your confused facial expression. You smiled and shook your head at him, which caused him to involuntary smile back at you warmly. “Where’s Theo?” Scott suddenly came rushing towards the pair of you. He then stopped for a second, listening to your heart beats and then he looked awkward as if he had walked in on something he shouldn’t have. “Erm he’s over there-” you tried to keep the focus on that. You then all turned to see he was no longer there. “Where did he go?” Stiles asked puzzled. “I think I know” you claimed, pushing past the pair of them, your eyes starting to turn back to a deep purple.

When you got to him, you saw Tracy fall to the ground. You looked to see Donovan also lying lifelessly. Theo must have heard you, as he turned around smirking. You looked to see him wearing glowing claws, the same used against Scott to steal his power. “Is power that worth it to you?” you asked in disgust. “Anyone can be corrupted by power Y/n” he stated amused, walking closer towards you. “When I saw them in the lab I knew you were up to something- and I guess that something was me” you remarked, before growing out your fangs and claws. He attempted to stab you with them, but missed every time. He had drained two people of their lives and power, and yet he was still no where near as strong as you. “You killed your own sister for this, you best make it count” you encouraged. He growled, kicking you and causing you to fall to the ground. He then hovered above you cockily, showing off his new claws. “Your ego was always going to be your downfall” you smiled, kicking him to the ground and getting on top of him. You then ripped the claws he had put on himself and placed them on your own. “Karma really is a bitch” you fake pouted, stabbing them into his stomach.

“Y/n stop” an all too familiar voice spoke from behind you. You glanced at him, your eyes flickering between a dark and light purple. “This isn’t you” he spoke again. “You did this to me!” you stated, digging the claws further into Theo, causing him to groan in pain. “It’s no ones fault- just know that we’re trying to help you” he held his hands up, as he got closer towards you. “You know Liam- I felt so much, that I started to feel nothing” your eyes were still flickering, but remaining longer on dark purple. “And I’m sorry- for hurting you, for everything” he said, edging even closer. “You let me think you loved me, and then left me. What kind of fucked up shit is that?” you continue to pin Theo down. “I know- what I did was wrong. But this isn’t you Y/n. You’re good, like Scott” he claimed. “We fight the same battles, we’re just as bad as he is” you retort. “No we’re not” another voice spoke. Your eyes widened, and your grip automatically weakened. You turned, your eyes a pale purple. “Jackson” you practically whispered. “What are you doing sis?” he simply asked. He used the same tone of voice he did when you were younger, when you would mess up and he would help you through it without your parents ever finding out. You stared at him for a moment, before slowly looking back and realising what you were doing. “I know every physical sense in your body is telling you to kill him, but listen to your heart. The one thing that’s still 100% human” he spoke softly. “I’m sorry” you spoke with a cry, pulling the claws out of Theo’s stomach. He let out another groan and a slight sigh of relief. You stood up and turned around slowly, staring at the blood stained claws. You looked up, just as your brother pulled you into a warm embrace. He then pulled them off you and threw them to the ground. “Come on” he put his arm around you and you walked out of the building, to see your friends. Stiles stood talking to Scott, Malia and Hayden were attempting to duck tape more parts of the jeep and Lydia came towards you in less than a second. You were surprised when she pulled you into a long and desperate hug, which you immediately returned. You then all stood together. “I am so sorry-” you began. “Y/n It’s okay” Scott interrupted, with a sincere smile. You mouthed the words thank you to him, causing him to let out a small laugh. “We’re glad to have you back” Malia beamed. “And we’ll be with you every step of your supernatural way” Lydia added. Liam then slowly joined you all, being met by Hayden practically jumping on him. Stiles put his arm around you and smiled, which you returned. It no longer hurt you like it did. Liam glanced at the pair of you, furrowing his brows in confusion, causing Hayden to get off him. “Can we make a pact?” Mason joined you all out of the blue. “That we will never again split up from each other?” he finished. You all smiled and let out low laughs, before raising your hands to promise. But I guess some promises are not meant to be kept.

Part 2 anyone? Sorry I got hella carried away, it probably sucks because I rambled. Requests are back open so hit me up bitches X

This Feels So Wrong (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes (Can I request a Peter imagine where y/n was Peters bff but he was trying to keep his ‘Spider-Man secret’ from her, and one day she was in danger and he saved her and he kissed her (Spider-Man kissed her😂) and she was daydreaming all the time the othr day at school and when she told Ned, Michelle and Peter about her ‘little time’ with Spider-Man, Peter blushed and u can make the end.)
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Mentions of Food, Injuries, Kissing, Crying

Part One Part Three

Originally posted by sddonald22

The next day at school, as you walked through the halls to your locker with your head faced to the floor, you tried to ignore everyone’s gaze. You could feel people’s stares glued onto you, sure to be judging the thick bandage wrapped around your arm and the exhausted look in your eyes.

You weren’t sure how your classmates found out you were on the ferry that was all over the news, but you didn’t want to know. 

You made it to your locker without locking eyes with anyone, and you let out a nervous breath of air when you opened your locker door. You cradled one arm against your middle, pain piercing through it every time you moved. With your other hand, you took out the books you needed for your upcoming classes, and shut the locker with your elbow.

You turned around, ready to start the day so it would soon be over, only to almost smack into a Peter Parker with a clearly worried expression on his face. “(Y/N),” he said frantically, looking you up and down. You slouched slightly. You didn’t want his eyes on you in this way. “Are you okay?”

He looked up at you and frowned when he saw your face. You knew how you looked with your red and swollen eyes, and your tear-stained cheeks. You didn’t have the strength to put any effort in your appearance today. You were too tired from the prior day’s events and from staying at the hospital until late when a doctor finally finished treating your arm.

You let out a small deprecating laugh in response to Peter’s question, and he frowned deeper. You knew he hated seeing you like this. “Stupid question, sorry,” he murmured, and you felt bad for treating him this way. He didn’t do anything to you.

“Sorry,” you shook your head, looking away. “I’m just- tired. That’s all.”

When you looked back at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and him biting his lip, you knew that he knew which definition of ‘tired’ you were talking about. 

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he sighed, and you wondered how many more times either of you would apologize in the next few minutes. He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him but making sure to not touch your injured arm. You let out a shaky breath of air as you leaned your head on his shoulder, putting your other arm around him. 

You felt his hand rest on the back of your head, stroking your hair lightly. You let him hold you, let him comfort you after you experienced something that you were sure would haunt you forever. 

You pulled back before you could get teary-eyed, and you avoided his gaze as he pulled away too. You moved your arm back to your side, but you felt his hands stay on you. Both rested in the small space where your shoulders and neck connected, and you felt his thumbs rub soft circles on your skin. You felt yourself relax, your cheeks reddening at the feeling of his hands on you. 

“Why don’t you come over after school? We could just relax and watch some movies, maybe take your mind off of everything that’s happened,” he proposed, his eyebrows quirking upwards on his forehead.

The look on his face was one you couldn’t deny, so you said, “Yeah, sure.” 

He smiled at you, happy to hear you say it, and he kept his hands on you.

You suddenly remembered the words you sobbed as you held onto the ferry for your life, and your blooming smile disappeared. 

‘I love you, Peter.’

You shook your head, taking a step back, his hands falling to his sides. He tilted his head at you curiously, and you thought you saw a hint of hurt in his eyes as well. 

“Let’s get to class,” you muttered to him, sidestepping him and beginning to walk. You felt his presence catch up next you, and you could still feel eyes on you, but you forced yourself not to care. Just like you forced yourself not to care that Peter wasn’t on the ferry to hear you say those words to him himself.


The first words Michelle said to you when you got to lunch were, “So there’s a rumor that Spiderman saved you yesterday.”

You had just sat down, plopping your bag down onto the ground next to you and placing your tray in front of you. You slouched lightly, your one arm tired due to the other being out of commission. 

MJ,” Peter scolded quietly, looking at her with wide eyes. Even Ned looked at her with a shocked expression.

But you simply laughed softly, trying to keep the air around you light. “Uh, where’d you hear that?”

She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s been going around. Is it true?”

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your cheeks from growing red. You could feel Peter’s stare on you, and Ned’s and Michelle’s as well. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, it’s true,” you stumbled over your words, and Ned’s face turned almost comical while Michelle’s stayed bored.

“Really,” Ned said breathily, and he took a glance at Peter. You looked over at your best friend to see him staring down at his tray and fiddling with his fingers. You wondered why he was acting so strange.

“Yeah,” you said slowly, looking back at Ned. Michelle stared at you closely, a slight squint to her eyes. You could tell that she knew you were hiding something.

“What else,” she said, but didn’t phrase it as a question.

You sighed. You moved your gaze back down to your tray, not wanting to see anyone’s immediate reaction to what you were about to say. “He, uh. He kinda kissed me.”

The sound of Ned choking was what made you lift your head. Water dripped down his chin and the water bottle in his hand was being crushed by his tight grip. “Sorry,” he coughed, trying to get the water out of his lungs. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Peter, again. 

Michelle looked at you, and although she may have looked the same to anyone who didn’t know her, you could tell she was surprised by your words. “He kissed you,” she deadpanned, and you nodded. She hummed, and then asked, “How was it?”

Ned began to cough again, pounding his chest with his fist. “I’m so sorry,” he said. His wide eyes were still on Peter, and you looked over at the peculiarly quiet boy. His fists were clenched on his lap as he stared back at Ned with a look in his eye that you couldn’t decipher. 

And as you contemplated the question, you weren’t sure if you wanted to talk about this in front of your best friend. In front of the best friend who was also the love of your life.

“Um,” you felt the blood rush to your cheeks. “It was…good.”

You heard Ned breathe heavily through his nose. You didn’t bother looking over at him again, because you knew what you’d see. But instead, you found yourself looking to Peter when he finally spoke. “Good?”

Michelle turned to him too, intrigued. 

“I mean,” his eyes widened, looking among the three of you. “Only good? You’d imagine a superhero would be, I don’t know, better than good at kissing.”

He let out a nervous laugh, and you furrowed your eyebrows. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you spoke your next words. “I guess it was better than good,” you said quietly, and Michelle knew what she was doing as she said, “What was that?”

“Fine, fine!” You burst out, making both Peter and Ned jump in their seats, but Michelle stayed put, leaning on her hand and smirking at you. “He was a great kisser, is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes,” she said and turned to her bag to pull out a book, and when she opened it and began to read, you stared at her with astonished eyes. You glanced over at Peter to see how he reacted to your words, and you were confused when you saw him with a clenched jaw and very red cheeks. You looked over at Ned, and he was staring at Peter with a big smile on his face.

You tilted your head at him. “Why the smile, Ned?”

He snapped his head towards you, smile dropping off his face. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times before he actually spoke. “What? Nothing, no reason, no. Why? Uh, so what did it feel like when you were on the ferry?”

You looked at him, shocked at the question. “Um,” you said, shaking your head lightly, almost like you were trying to get the memories out of your head.

“Ned,” Peter finally spoke up, chastising his friend at the insensitive question. You kept your head down, choosing to open your lunch to eat instead of answering the question.

Your table was silent for the rest of the lunch period.


When you arrived at Peter’s apartment later in the day, Aunt May answered the door. She instantly stepped forward to hug you, squeezing you tightly, almost to reassure her that you were alive and okay, in her arms.

You understood that she was probably scared. You were close to May, and she was practically a second mother to you. 

You couldn’t help but suck in a quick breath of air when she pressed against the cut on your arm, and she pulled back immediately to see a grimace of pain on your face. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said, bringing your other arm up to cradle your injured one.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she said, bringing a hand up to softly rest on your cheek for a few moments. You simply smiled in response, and you noticed the wetness of her eyes when she moved to the side to let you in. “Uh, Peter’s in his room.”

“Okay,” you said softly. You walked into the apartment and towards Peter’s door before turning around and looking at May to see her wiping at her cheeks. “Thank you, May.”

She nodded, and you hoped she understood the full extent of what you meant by it.

You knocked on Peter’s door lightly before entering, and you saw him sitting on his bed, looking through a stack of movie cases. “Hey,” you said as you entered. He looked up, smiling, but his face grew more solemn as he noticed the way you were holding your arm.

“Hey, come sit,” he patted the spot beside him with his hand, and you gently sat down next to him. “What do you wanna watch?”

“The usual?” You asked softly, and you found yourself feeling so uncertain of everything. You had never felt this way before, and you weren’t sure if it was because of what happened yesterday.

“Okay,” Peter nodded, looking at you and smiling reassuringly. Almost as if he could tell something was wrong. He stood up and slid the movie into the player, and came to sit next to you again after pressing his play. You felt yourself leaning against his shoulder as the movie started, and he let you stay there.

“I still can’t believe you let me pick Tangled every time we have a movie night,” you whispered halfway through the movie, finding yourself smiling. He chuckled from next to you, resting his head on top of where yours was on his shoulder.

“Anything for you,” he said jokingly, but you could tell he was serious.

You felt your smile widen, and you hoped he couldn’t see it in the darkness. 

The two of you watched the rest of the movie in silence, and the two of you didn’t burst into song like you did every other time. You thought that Peter knew you were too tired for something so– so happy. 

When the movie ended, you sat up and immediately missed the feeling of his head leaning against yours and your arms touching. “It’s getting late, so I should probably get going,” you said, turning to him after getting up and turning the light in the room on. 

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed a nervous expression on his face. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

His nerves transferred onto you, and you waited in silence as he got up from the bed to stand across from you. You titled your head at him, not knowing what to expect. “What’s wrong, Peter?”

“It was me,” he said quickly, and the wide eyes of his that came after made it seem like he didn’t mean to say the words.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What was you?”

He took a deep breath. “It was me who kissed you.”

The silence around you was deafening after the words were spoken. You looked at him, confused. You knew what he was implying, but– no, it was impossible. 

“I think I would’ve remembered you kissing me, Peter,” you laughed nervously, taking the smallest step backwards. You knew he noticed when you saw him lean forward slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said slowly, his voice sounding so smooth that it almost served as a distraction from what he said next. “I know I should’ve told you sooner, but– I’m Spiderman.”

You stared at him after he spoke the words, and you didn’t want to believe it. You wouldn’t believe that your best friend, the boy you loved, was a superhero. The superhero who saved you, and then kissed you. You wouldn’t believe it.

“Stop joking, Peter,” you shook your head. “This isn’t funny.”

He sighed, walking over to his closet and pulling out a buried piece of clothing. He turned back around to face you, and he watched as your eyes widened as you looked at the red suit. 

“I’m not joking,” he said.

You shook your head. “How do I know that that isn’t just for dress up?”

He sighed again before pressing down on the web shooters. String-like material shot out and stuck to the wall behind you. It was just like the one from the ferry.

“What in the world,” you whispered as you stared at it. Peter heard you and took a step forward, but you whipped your head towards him, making him stop.

“You’re Spiderman,” you said, and saying the words out loud made you realize how betrayed you felt.

“Yes,” Peter nodded, gauging for your reaction. “And I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but-”

“You kissed me,” you realized now, that when you imagined that it was your best friend you were kissing, it was actually him whose lips were pressed to yours. 

“Yes,” Peter replied, sounding more desperate now. “And-”

“Why would you do that?” You whispered, finally looking up at him. You looked up in time to see the heartbreak clear on his face. “That’s not- I didn’t even know it was you, Peter!”

“I know, but-” The desperation crashed into his features, but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

“Peter, that’s not okay! Oh my god,” you lifted both of your hands up to press to your forehead in disbelief, and you winced at the pain in your arm. You tried to ignore it.

“Your arm, (Y/N),” Peter interrupted, moving towards you, but you moved one hand to hold out in front of you, stopping him.

“I didn’t know it was you, Peter,” you stressed to him, looking at him with glossy eyes. Another realization struck, and you gasped, dropping your hands to your sides. “Did you hear me?”

He looked confused, but you weren’t sure if it was just an act. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “Hear you?”

“What did you hear me say, Peter?” You needed to know if he knew. 

“I-I heard you screaming,” his voice shook as he spoke. “I heard you screaming for help. You were screaming for me,” your heart nearly stopped at the words, but you let out a breath of relief when he said, “For Spiderman.”

You took another step back from him, shaking your head. “You shouldn’t have kissed me, Peter,” the sadness on his face was so visible, but yet again, the sadness on yours must have been twice as much. “This- this feels so wrong. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you let out a small sob, feeling too overwhelmed as a tear fell down your cheek. 

Too much had happened in so little time for you to just be okay.

You saw Peter’s head snap up from where it had moved to face the ground. He looked at you with furrowed eyebrows and wet eyes that were almost too much to bear. “What do you mean? Wasn’t how what was supposed to happen?”

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself. You looked at him as you wiped your face on your sleeves. The pain in your arm had almost become numb now; the situation at hand had become much more painful to your emotions than anything physical. 

“You were supposed to kiss me when I knew it was you,” you were crying openly now, and you didn’t care. You needed to let it all out at some point, and you figured now was the time. “It was supposed to be a perfect moment when it happened. I was supposed to tell you that I love you, and then you would kiss me, and it’d be perfect. But now,” you dropped your head to face the floor, letting your tears fall onto the carpet below you.

“You love me?” Peter’s voice cracked, and you didn’t want to see his face, knowing it would break your heart even more. “(Y/N)-”

“Don’t, Peter,” you stopped him. You didn’t want to know what he was going to say. It didn’t matter now. “You betrayed me,” you looked up at him, needing to gain enough strength to say the words to his face. But instead, it only knocked you down further. His cheeks were red and stained with tears, and he looked at you with such a desperate expression that you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I was vulnerable when you kissed me. It wasn’t fair of you to do that.”

“I know that now,” he cried, and took a step forward. You didn’t stop him this time. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” you repeated quietly, and it was mostly to yourself. “You should’ve told me who you were.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again, crying so hard that his eyes were barely open. But then again, you could barely see him through the ongoing tears that were escaping your eyes either. “(Y/N), what can I do? I’m sorry, I know I should have told you. But I was trying to protect you, and I was- I was so scared, and- and-”

“That doesn’t give you an excuse!” You yelled, one fist clenching. You didn’t want to wake May up, but it was inevitable at this point. This was becoming much too chaotic to stay quiet. “Forget it,” you turned around to face the door. “I’m leaving.”

“No, wait,” he quickly walked over to you, resting a hand on your shoulder, but you whipped around. His hand fell back to his side. “(Y/N), please. I lo-”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupted him. “Don’t say it,” your voice cracked. “Yesterday was the worst day of my life. And you just- you kissed me when it was happening like it didn’t even matter.”

“But it did matter,” Peter tried to intervene, and he didn’t bother trying to wipe up the mess that was his face right now.

“You would have taken off your mask completely if it had mattered,” was the only thing you said before turning around, opening the door, and walking out of the apartment.

You tried to ignore the last sob you heard from Peter’s room before you slammed the door, and you tried to ignore the breaking you could feel in your heart as you walked back home.

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Imagine sneaking off with Chris.

You sat at a table sipping cocktails and gossiping with Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie while Chris, drank beer on the other side of the room with Robert, Sebastian, and Mark. The two of you were in attendance of a MCU office party; Kevin’s way of letting his cast and crew let loose and have fun before he dropped the hammer on all of you with Infinity War. The calm before the storm, as Chris put it.

Speaking of Chris, he was subtly watching you over his beer. He’d been trying to get your attention for the past fifteen minutes so he could get you to sneak off with him, but you were yet to look over. He wanted some time alone with his best friend on the roof; the usual spot the two of you would go to at every office party after an hour of mingling. The more time he spent with you, the more he grew tired of being just friends. He’d always kept that to himself because the last thing he wanted was to screw things up, but seeing you in that white lace dress, smiling and laughing like an angel- he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore.

The two of you’d been friends for almost seven years now; you’d met Chris while on the set of ‘The Losers’ and immediately hit it off. You quickly became best friends, and though there was a slight attraction between the two of you- nothing ever happened because you were both in relationships at the time. Even after you both became available, there was a mutual agreement that the friendship was too important to screw up, so again- nothing happened despite how badly both of you wanted something to. Something almost happened at the premiere of 'The Winter Soldier’, and again at the 'Avengers: Age of Ultron’ viewing party. The 'will they, won’t they?’ eventually reached a point where your friends, families, and co-workers felt the need to start a pool.

“You know you can just walk over there, right?” Sebastian reminded Chris when he noticed him staring at you. Chris quickly darted his gaze away, feigning innocence; the three men in his company chuckled. “You know we all know you like her, right?”

“Well, she is one of my best friends,” Chris retorted, running a hand over his hair; a nervous tick. Sebastian, Robert, and Mark shot him a weary gaze and he sighed, “what? We’re good as friends, we’ve established that.”

“You’ve been staring at her with heart eyes for the past fifteen minutes,” Robert chuckled. “There is no way you’re fine with just being her friend.” Chris made no effort to respond, he just sipped at his beer. “She likes you too, you know.” He said and Chris choked on his beer. “She’s just afraid of losing you as a friend if things don’t work out.”

“But it’s obvious that’s not going to happen,” Mark continued, “so just go and make your move. The two of you would be so good together, you’d be like Hollywood’s new power couple.” Chris chuckled softly at that, blushing at the thought of being with you. “Go, Chris,” he urged.

“Go,” Sebastian and Robert agreed.

“If you won’t,” Sebastian joked, “I will.”

“Fine,” Chris chuckled and downed his beer. “Wish me luck.”

You caught Chris’ gaze before he reached you, he beckoned his head in the direction of you roof and you nodded, smiling. He walked off in that direction, grabbing his coat on his way up; you excused yourself from your table and did the same. Scarlett, Hayley, and Cobie squealed when they saw looked over to Sebastian, Robert, and Mark who were winking and giving them thumbs up from the bar. Perhaps tonight was the night they could finally end the pool and give the world the couple they wanted; Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.

“Aw man,” Chris groaned, pretending to be annoyed when he saw you.

“What?” You chuckled; confusion contorted in your expression.

“You were meant to come up without a coat so I could give you mine,” he said then laughed when you did. “As always, you’re your own hero.” He teased and you rolled your eyes, playfully shoving him when you reached his side.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” you chuckled softly.

“You still love me, so- whatever works, right?” He smiled when you did.

There was a short moment of silence that gave Chris the opportunity he needed to talk to you about becoming something more and to confess his love for you, but before he could push past his nerves and start- you spoke.

“There’s a reason you brought me up here, isn’t there?” You asked him, turning away from the city’s beautiful skyline to meet Chris’ as beautiful blue eyes. “This isn’t one of our usual hang-out-and-escape-from-the-crowd rendezvous?”

His immediate reaction was to back out so he didn’t screw up what he had with you, but when he paused and watched you intently- he realized he couldn’t play it safe anymore. He wanted- no, he needed to be with you. He was done fantasizing about the life he could have with you, he wanted to make it happen. He wanted to marry you and buy a house with you and have children with you; you were his one and he’d known that for a while now. It was time he stopped stalling and started doing even if it meant leaping out of his comfort zone.

“No, it’s not,” he shook his head. “I brought you up here to tell you I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore.” You felt your heart skip a beat at that confession. “I don’t know why or how nothing’s happened between us yet considering there were so many moments where something almost did. I don’t know what’s holding us back, but I’m done letting it. I’m putting all my cards on the table, I’m all in. I want to be with you,” he said, taking your hands in his.

“I want to be with you too,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “I’ve wanted to be with you for so long now, I just-” He cut you off, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours. The two of you’d kissed before because of your roles, but it was nothing like this kiss; this kiss took both your breaths away. “Wow,” you breathed when he broke it, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Wow is right,” he chuckled softly, rubbing gentle circles into your sides. “Why have we never kissed like that on-screen before?” He quizzed and you laughed. “It would’ve definitely sped things up for us romantically, and- professionally? Think of all the awards we could’ve won for best on-screen kiss.”

“Shut up and just kiss me.” You lifted your head, reaching to meet his lips but he pulled back before they could touch. “What are you doing?” You chuckled softly, narrowing your eyes at his deeply flushed cheeks. “What are you looking at?” You turned to follow his gaze which was locked on something behind you; heat rushed to your cheeks and your jaw dropped at the sight of your cast members.

“Finally!” They all cheered.

“Oh God,” you buried your face into Chris’ chest, which was quivering with laughter.

“Yeah,” Chris pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “we’re never going to hear the end of this.”

"That's almost the exact opposite of what I said"

Request: Haaii!! #28 with Tom? Duh? Lol thank you!!! Absolutely adore your blog!!

ILYSM OF COURSE ILL DO THIS FOR YOU MY LOVE❤️
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Peter was never one to lie to you, he could hardly bring himself to do so. If he ever did, his guilt would end up shoving the truth out of him before he could utter another word.
One thing that eats him alive every time he’s with you, is that he still hasn’t told you the truth about the red and blue suit that sits hidden away in his room.
Spider-man is an important part of Peter’s life, but you’re more important to him than any of that. He’ll take a lazy pj day with you over a web swinging, crime fighting day along side Tony Stark. If keeping you safe means leaving you in the dark about his second identity, then he’ll do it, without hesitation. He wants to tell you, he really does, but he just can’t.
Today he wanted nothing more than to spend as much time possible with you. He wanted to hold you, smile with you, talk to you, and to just be with you. But he wasn’t so lucky.
“Peter that chocolate is not for you!” You playfully scowled at him, as he stuffed a rather large piece of chocolate into his mouth. You both were in your kitchen preparing a bowl of popcorn for a movie, pillows and blankets that awaited you.
“Oh,” Peter mumbled past the chocolate glob in his mouth, his eyes widened, “Who’s it for?”
“Well not you!” You giggled making your way over to where he stood, taking his face into your hands.
His eyes watched your every move and glimmered down at you as you stood before him. The chocolate that was still in his mouth was pushed against his cheek widening his smile adding on to his adorableness.
You both turned your heads to the picture window that showed you a piece of the city as the wale of police sirens ripped through the streets. Rushing over to the glass, your eyes wondered down to the road below searching for the cop cars.
Peter let out a huff of frustration knowing what he’d have to do. Pulling at the roots of his hair, every cell in his body was telling him not to leave you, but he knew what he had to do, “Um, y/n, look I-I’m-I’m really sorry about this but, uh, I just remembered, I gotta help aunt May finish -uh- finish painting, her…. room.” He thought up quickly, making it up as he stuttered along.
You spun around to catch him taking small steps towards your apartment door, clutching the back of his neck, looking everywhere expect your eyes, “Peter-” You let out not holding back too much disappointment in your voice.
“I know, I know, I hate doing this to you, but I’m gonna make it up to you. I promise. I just-I gotta go.” He forced out, while taking several steps backwards out of your apartment catching one last glimpse of you before closing the door in his own face. Furrowing his eyebrows, letting out a sigh and leaning his head against the wooden board, all he felt was guilt. He knew he had to leave but he wanted so desperately to walk back in and hold you close.
You stood astonished with your arms crossed, your eyes glued to the door where Peter just was a moment ago. Every time, it seemed like every time you were with Peter, he’d end up ditching and feeding you an excuse about how he has to help his aunt. The first few times you believed him but now it’s gotten out of hand. You knew he was lying, you weren’t stupid. But what you didn’t understand was why.
Shaking your head and turning back to your window, you were just in time to catch the cities latest superhero swing by at the end of a stringed web, following the flashing lights of emergency vehicles heading towards the scene of the crime.
You emitted a slight gasp as the puzzle pieces joined together in your head. The details all added up and you could finally understand now, “Peter.” You breathlessly whispered to yourself.


Waiting impatiently you paced the roof of your apartment building knowing he’d meet you up here once he was done dealing with the crime downtown. Crossing your arms, you tried to bury yourself further into your sweater, not taking a liking in the cold.
“What’s a pretty girl such as yourself doing hanging around here so late?” A voice called behind you. A wave of comfort washed through you as soon as the voice was heard. You slowly turned around to the Spider-man standing several meters away from you. The lenses covering his eyes widened noticeably upon your eyes catching them.
“I could ask you the same thing.” You spoke softly.
“Well I asked you first soooo..” He drug on, beckoning his arms towards you, taking a step forward in your direction.
You smirked and took two steps backwards knowing what you were soon about to do.
“I have my reasons,” you spoke slyly taking a few more steps till your heels bumped against the bricks that lined the edge of the roof.
“Okay-well-uh-” He stuttered behind his mask taking cautious steps towards you and slowly reaching out his hand.
You stepped onto the bricks, wind ripping over your body taunting you of the long drop below.
“What are you doing?” The hero asked desperately,
You tilted your head, taking a daring look at the city several stories down from your feet,
“Y/n wha-”
“How do you know my name?” You interrupted him, hiding the smile that wanted to show itself.
“Look y/n this isn’t funny-” he began taking large steps to your body not wanting to risk what may happen next,
“I trust you Peter,” you said leaning backwards letting your feet leave the ground.
“Y/N” Peter yelled, taken aback by your outrageous actions.
He didn’t waste a second running off the building, throwing his arm out catching you at the end of his web, yanking your body securely against his.
Bringing you both back up to the roof of the building, he breathed a sigh of relief as he placed you gently back on the ground. He yanked himself away from you throwing his fists through the air trying to contain himself, “Are you crazy? Like seriously, are you crazy y/n?” He asked, letting his voice raise higher than the quiet tone he’d usually speak in.
“When were you going to tell me?” You asked with the same amount of urgency.
“What?”
“When were you going to tell me about this Peter?”
“I was going to, but then I didn’t, I was ready to tell you but I just didn’t, I couldn’t.”
“So you were never going to tell me?”
“Alright, that is almost the exact opposite of what I said,”
You both paused, taking a few breathes, your eyes locked on each other’s, but yours on the lenses hiding his.
You let out a laugh, letting the stress, and intensity cascade out of your body.
“Stop laughing,” Peter spoke, trying to remain stern to get his point across, but you could hear the smile that he was hiding.
Your smile grew wider as you began taking steps over to him.
“I’m serious y/n, this isn’t funny,”
You stood inches from him. Bringing your hands up his biceps, they slid to bottom of his mask, taking your time tugging it off him.
The red mask revealed his toothy smile, his red blushed cheeks, then finally, his chocolate brown doe eyes, sparkling from the street lights.
You held the mask in your hands that were brought together at the back of his neck. His feathered brown hair draped over bits of his forehead, the rest sticking out in various directions.
He looked down at you admiringly, momentarily forgetting about the event that occurred just moments ago. He couldn’t help it though, it was your fault for batting your big y/e/c eyes at him.
“I’m really serious though, please, please don’t ever do something like that again,” he begged in a whisper, bringing his forehead down to yours.
“Then please don’t lie to me about this anymore,” You implied looking down at his suit.
“Not a problem baby girl,” he sighed in relief, “not a problem.”

Fantasies (M) | Yoongi/Jimin

Anonymous Requested :  An Incubus!Yoonmin threesome, m/m, with face/thigh riding.

Genre : Smut | Incubus!Yoonmin | Supernatural AU | Yoonmin x Reader

A/N : Okay so I am by no means an expert on incubi, like at all. So when I was doing research for writing this, I kind of just picked which elements about the lore I wanted to incorporate into the story, to fit the nature of the request. The sin was rolling off of my body while writing this, so hopefully you’ll all enjoy!

Word Count : 5,291

Description : They have an underlying strangeness about them, that you just can’t put your finger on. Regardless though when you meet the two boys at a party you still decide to go home with them, how will this night turn out?


Originally posted by jeonsshi

You could feel the stares from across the room, but you couldn’t tell where exactly they were coming from. The party was crowded, and there was almost no space to walk, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that there were specific pair of eyes on you at all times.

You moved over to the drink table to down another shot, so you could try and shake the strange feeling that was clouding the atmosphere around you. The liquid burned as it slid down your throat, but the instant the drink hit your stomach, an overwhelming desire to dance takes over your body. You saunter over to the pack of people dancing, and join in as you let the music control your movements. It’s fun, and you can feel a lightness overtake you as you feel yourself drifting through the mass of people.

You continue to enjoy the feeling of the alcohol taking over your impaired mind, when you suddenly feel a body press into you from behind, and a pair of hands attach themselves to your waist. You’re about to turn around to kindly tell the person grinding into your ass to fuck off, but when his face comes into view, the words get lost.

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Fairy Tail Pranks ❤️️

Summary: A Valentine’s Day special based on the show “Impractical Jokers”. Natsu, Gray, Gajeel, and Loke love their jobs. They get to go around pulling pranks on people and each other all while earning a paycheck. It seemed like a normal day on the job, but one prank ends up changing Natsu’s life forever when he runs into a special woman at the park.

Rated: T for foul language.

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, & Humor.

Word Count: 5,283

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Fairy Tail Pranks

“So your friend,” Loke started, running a hand through his short orange hair, “is she hot?”

“She’s engaged,” Levy said, wanting to crush whatever hopes the playboy had of hitting on her old college roommate in one blow. “Happily, I might add, judging by her tone when I talked to her.”

“Sooo,” he grinned, “what you’re saying is she’s not married yet?”

Levy could only drag a hand over her face in frustration. “She’s unavailable to you, and any other man for that matter.” She turned to face Jellal, seeing he finishing up a conversation with the sound crew. “Change of plans. Loke can’t prank Lucy tomorrow.”

“What?” Loke’s jaw dropped, shoulders going slack. “But I wanted to meet her!”

“Yeah, and I don’t want her getting hit on by a pervert!” Levy reasoned, then spoke to Jellal. “Throw someone like Gray or Natsu on her prank.”

“Why not Gajeel?” Jellal asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Lucy’s already met Gajeel. We all went to college together, so she’ll recognize him,” Levy explained. “It has to be a guy she doesn’t know,” she cast a glare over her shoulder at Loke, “but I don’t want her getting hit on.”

“Fair enough,” Jellal nodded. “I’ll probably send Gray.”

“Sounds good,” Levy smiled, excited to see Lucy’s expression tomorrow. Gray was married already, but his wife was back in their hometown holding down the fort. There was no way Gray would hit on her friend.

Levy McGarden worked with her boyfriend, Gajeel, and friends for a TV show called ‘Fairy Tail Pranks’. The show was fairly new, only started up two years ago. They were now back in Levy’s hometown where her old friend still lived. She hadn’t seen the beautiful woman known as Lucy Heartfilia in years, so she was excited for a reunion.

Only the reunion wouldn’t go as planned.

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Playbook - Jughead Jones x Reader

A longer one my dear readers - 1,900+ words. Hope you’re enjoying my little Riverdale fics ! ☺️

Warning : Swearing

Masterlist

Jughead

“I am an acquired taste. You don’t like me? Get some taste.”

That was the first thing I had heard her say. Practically spitting into Cheryl’s face. That’s when I first spoke to her, but it wasn’t the first time I had noticed her - she was like me. Carrying around a laptop and paying way too much attention in English classes.

Upon approaching her and admiring her rebellion, she revealed to know my name but I ever found out how however it made me smile the tiniest smile in a long time.

We became good friends after that, working on the blue and gold together and becoming close enough that we were so often mistaken as a couple that the two of us didn’t even correct people anymore, it was like an unspoken agreement. That was until Reggie Mantle come onto the scene.

The hot shot captain of the football team. The backstabbing man whore.

She was almost an hour late to Pops again when she finally walked in, without her laptop non the less almost as if she had forgotten our plans. Again. “Where have you been?”

“I was tutoring Reggie again…” she seemed quiet at my sudden outburst.

“You were meant to be helping me, or does our work mean nothing now?” I spat, furious that he was taking the only girl that I particularly cared for away,

“Of course it does, Jughead, and you know that!” with each word she seemed to get more upset, “I was just helping.”

“Whatever.”

“God, Jug, you’re not my boyfriend what does it matter that I was being a friend to someone.” At the reminder that we weren’t all I really wanted us to be my heart broke a little.

“A friend to someone who will use you. Who will break you. You will end up just another name in that god damn playbook. Just another score for Reggie fucking Mantle.” I grew angrier, staring at her as tears filled her eyes a little more,

“How dare you. He isn’t like that, he is just a friend.”

“We are just friends.”
“What is that meant to mean?”

“We were just friends. Working together and now what are we? When did we stop correcting people over what we are? Answer me this, (y/n), what are we to you?” She stood in silence for a moment staring at me blankly,

“I don’t know.”

“And what are you and Reggie?”
“Just friends.” she said, barely above a whisper.

“So Reggie and you get a label and we don’t?” My voice broke a little as I tried to scoff but I felt my eyes glass over,

“I said I don’t know what we are.”
“And what do you want us to be?”
“I don’t know” she looked down at her hands beneath the table, shaking a little,

“You don’t know much apparently.” Her head snapped up in shock suspended in a stunned silence, tears finally rolling down her cheeks,

“goodbye, Jughead.” she mumbled, standing and leaving yet I didn’t call after her, I just stared at her empty spot.

“Jughead, you need to see this.”

Veronica and the others piled into the common area, I tired to push past them but to no avail, forcing me to sit on one of the couches with serious looks on their faces. “What? Because I am really not in the mood today.”

“It’s (y/n), Jughead.” I flinched minutely at Archie’s words.

“What about her?” they glanced between each other nervously before Kevin opened his mouth,

“She’s in the playbook.” My heart seemed to stop at them words. My (y/n) was in Reggie fucking Mantels playbook.

“Who’s name.” I asked, my teeth gritted,

“Reggie’s.” Veronica spoke carefully, “Last night, 8 points for…”

“For what?” I became more demanding, clenching my fists and staring at no one in particular,

“For the freaks unstable girlfriend.” Archie was the only one able to say it and at last I exploded, standing up suddenly my head felt dizzy. Then she walked in. we all turned to look at her and as her eyes met mine, she teared up herself. But what could I do. I wasn’t her boyfriend.

“Don’t talk to me. Again” I seemed to growl as I stormed past her, knocking her to one side and not caring to look back.

You

You looked over at the group and slowly approached them. They weren’t welcoming as normal. “Whatever you know is a lie. I swear it.”

“Then how do you explain your 8 points?” Betty seemed on edge but then she had never liked you and Jughead being close.

“Nothing happened between me and Reggie! Last night, he came to my house to work on some English he needed help on and we got carried away with some extract. Before I knew it I was late and I went straight to Jug but he blew me off like I had done something wrong - he wouldn’t believe me! He was asking me all these questions I couldn’t deal with and I left. I found Reggie nearby and he offered to walk me home and that’s when he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away telling him no and then that was it. We walked home and end of. Nothing happened.” You were almost in tears by the end as Veronica moved up to make space for you and you collapsed into her side. “The playbook is lying because half the football team hate Jughead and you know it, especially you, Archie.” Veronica rubbed your back lightly,

“Oh sweetie, we’re so sorry.” she murmured in your ear,

“God, I should have known It was a joke.” Archie looked more guilty than ever, “You need to go and find him, (y/n). You’re the only one that can talk to him when he is like this.

"No, Archie. I caused this and now he doesn’t want me.”

“No, we caused this. Reggie caused this and when I see that prick I wont be able to help but punch him.” Archie rested his hand on your knee gently.

“We will help you find him…”
“He will be in the English rooms. I know he will.” you interrupted Kevin and stood abruptly.

“Hey, (y/n).” Reggie waltzed in looking perfectly content with himself until Archie stood up in front of you, blocking you from view,

“I saw the playbook, Reggie, you think its funny to fuck up a friendship like that? Fuck up people like that?” Archie was getting dangerously close to Reggie’s face as he held up his hands in mock defeat.

“Look man, I hadn’t been in the book for a while and she’s never made it in, as far as the guys are concerned we made out but that’s it. Look, I didn’t even write it in.” Despite his attempt at an explanation Archie landed a firm hit to the side of Archie’s face.
“Archie! Stop it, he wanted his score, he got it. This isn’t worth it.” You laid your hand firmly on his shoulder giving him a warning glance before glancing at Reggie once more and leaving.

As you had thought, the abandoned English corridor has just one partially open door. Inside sat a boy, slumped against the wall, head in his hands and his beanie long forgotten on top of a long forgotten laptop bag.  "Jughead" you said timidly, slowly he looked up and you faced the broken boy you had once called your best friend. Wait… once called? When did you ever consider losing the boy that meant so much to your life?

“What are you doing here?” his voice was trying to be strong and still but you could hear that small waver in it as he tried to hide the emotions that were clear on his face.

“We needed to talk.”
“About what?” he snapped, “Your little score that made you late or was it after you left me last night?”

“Jughead. You need to stop this right now.” tears had began to brim your eyes too.

“Stop what? Because honestly, (y/n), I’m not too sure what I ever did wrong to you because let me tell you, it’s sad when you realize that you aren’t as important to someone as you thought you were.”

“You didn’t do anything and my god Jughead Jones you mean more to me than anyone!” you almost shouted, “The playbook is lying okay? Reggie wanted a few points and lied. Nothing happened after I left you other than the fact he walked me home because I was so distraught because my favorite boy had pushed me away like I was nothing.” Jughead studies you for a moment,

“You don’t mean nothing. You mean everything.” He pushed himself up off the floor as he spoke, “you are the reason for my life, the only good thing I have and you brush me off so easily for a boy that has never done anything good for either of us and then doesn’t even know what this is between us.” he paced as he spoke pulling his hands through his hair, “God, (y/n), do you have any idea how many nights I have spent wondering if I even mean anything to you more than a writing buddy?”

“Of course you mean more, Juggie…” you tried to interrupt but to no avail,

“Wondering if you even like me sometimes because I sure as hell like you. More than I have liked anyone in my life. I don’t know what love is because I have never had it but I am sure as hell that whatever we are,” he gestured between the two of you, “I’m sure that this is it. I can’t lose that.”

The tears were fresh on your face, you hated him being so broken, so insecure when all you wanted was for him to see himself the way you saw him everyday, happy and full of a dark kind of light that got you through the day, everyday without fail. Stepping forward to him slowly, your eyes not leaving his, he didn’t move back so you reached out taking his hand in yours.

“Of course I like you.” you whispered, “You’re fun to be around. You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re cute. You’re different. You’re crazy. You’re perfect, in an imperfect way. You always speak your mind. You have the best laugh. Of course I like you. You’re you.”

He looked at you for a moment longer before his hand found your cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb and sighing.

“I am sorry, (y/n).”

“lets get through this bullshit together” you murmured glancing over his face watching as that little crease appeared under his eyes from when he smiled. His thumb still caressed your cheek lightly and, using the hand that was still entwined with yours, he pulled you even closer to him so you were so very almost touching,

“We could be perfect, but that would be boring” you smiled at his words.

“Agreed,” you whispered as he leaned in, inch by inch until your lips met for the first time.

Jughead

“Agreed” that was the first time I kissed her, but it wasn’t the first time I had wanted to. We would further correct people, telling them that we were a couple, carrying around our laptops, the dark and light, working on the blue and gold together and no one could come between us.

 

Not even Reggie fucking Mantle.

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There You Are

He had no idea what it was about this girl that got under his skin. His normal cool exterior was lost where she was concerned. His fingers moved fast to grab the tongue that was spitting vulgarities. He just needed a damn moment of quiet. She moved to disarm him by both knife and knee. He pressed against her hard, pinning her against a tree.

He reluctantly released her tongue, knowing that vulgarities would ensue. What he did not expect was for her to spit.  With no forethought he bit her, a deep primal bite, a bite to claim. He didn’t have enough time to form expectations as she shifted and pushed him away. Even if he had had time for compile a list of expectations, he would have never expected for his magic to sing. He could taste the embers in her blood and the claim of another. Faint but there none the less. Before he could help himself he grinned, “There you are.”

He spit her blood out, he had no desire to lose control again and the taste of her was not helping. Her blood for whatever gods damn cursed reason spoke to him. He did not want to think or acknowledge what that could mean. He could sense her magic wanting to be released. “Let it out. Don’t fight it.” His body, his magic didn’t care as it pulsed towards hers. Damn him. Damn her.

The forest around them erupted in blue flame. If his life had been different he would have appreciated the beauty of it, but he had stopped seeing beauty in the world. He died two hundred years ago, since then he just existed, waiting for deaths final blow.

Without a thought he extinguished the flames. He didn’t know why he asked, “Does your lover know what you are?”

“He knows everything.” He had the feeling that was not entirely true. What bothered him more is why he cared.

“I won’t be biting you again.” A declaration. A line he needed to draw.

A/N: Another drabble lost in the black hole known as my computer.

friendly reminder that in the original Japanese Uno’s speech patterns are so casual and broken that I once had to look up an obscure list of dialectal vocabulary words from a Ghibli film just to understand what he was saying

Harsh Words Pt. 3

Requested By: Some people and I just wanted to make a part three oops

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter had finally resolved things, only for you to be taken away too soon, leaving Peter distraught, not knowing if you’d come back to him or not.

Warnings: Just a big rollercoaster of emotions, swearing, and it’s a real tear jerker, I legit cried while writing it, I’m sO sorry omg..

Also, I listened to this song while writing it, so if you’d like to listen to it while reading, you may.

Word Count: 5,107 (my longest imagine ever written so far..)

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I hope I tagged everyone omg, sorry if I missed you!

A/N: WOWOWOWOW okay so, it means so much to me that everyone enjoyed this little series so much??? Like I never thought it’d get this huge and it has and I just feel so warm and bubbly asdlkfjfh. I’m so thankful for all of you that read it and commented and just overall enjoyed it so much! You are the amazing and I just love you so much. :)))))) Thank you for going on this emotional rollercoaster with me, and I hope you enjoy Harsh Words Pt. 3. this is also the last part, enjoy.

Part two

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Sirens.

Sirens engulfed New York, the sound blaring through Peter’s ears, the only thing he heard that night, before the lights of the police cars and fire and rescue crew arrived to the scene, Peter screamed out your name in frustration and sadness, it coming out in strangled sobs, his face flushed red in panic trying to find you.

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Jealousy

Characters: Y/N(reader), Dean, Sam, Mason(OMC), Unnamed OFC

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Reader x Mason(OMC), Dean x Unnamed OFC

A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @queen-of-deans-booty​’s Trope Challenge. My prompt was “Making the guy you know likes you, jealous, so you two can get together”.

Word Count: 3209

Warnings: public/unprotected sex, fingering, jealousy(duh), explicit language

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

You watched from across the room as Dean slipped the loosened tie over his head in one swift motion and threw it on his bed. He then proceeded to unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Your mouth instantly started to fill up with drool as you watched him while he paced back and forth around the small motel room.

“I can’t believe a human would do some shit like that!” - he exclaimed, running a hand down his face - “I mean, seriously? What the hell?”

“I know, humans are pretty crazy.” - you said, earning yourself a deep sigh from Dean.

You should have known; this case had seemed too bizzare. Even for you.

“Anyway, I need a shower and after that - I need a drink.” - Dean said, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons, revealing a white wife beater underneath. He stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Sam waited untill he could hear the water coming from the shower, before he spoke - “So, when are you going to tell him?” - he asked, looking at you from where he was sitting at the table. You gave him a questioning look - “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously? I thought we were passed the whole denial phase.” - he got up and sat just a few inches away from you on Dean’s bed - “Listen, Y/N, you’ve gotta tell him how you feel already.” - you let out an over exaggerated sigh and fell backwards on the bed - “I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything Samuel.”

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