thanks for coming those who did!!

Taking a second to talk to someone about this:

Watch Atomic Blonde they said. It will be fun they said. 

But nobody said it would make me love Bill even more huh? You didn’t even bother to? I didn’t need, I couldn’t afford to stop thinking about everything else that I plan on working and just focus on him but it did happen, so thanks for that! I really needed this, Bill, really needed it. *note the sarcasm*

I was sorta prepared.

Nah, who am I kidding. I can never be prepared for him.
But at the same time not, and as I am usually restless, I have not stopped coming up with stories for not a single second!

So, apologies to those that will have to face this but I will try to keep the posting and writing from overwhelming you and just mix with the rest of the SPN posts and whatever else I might have.

It just so happens that I am now expanding my writing and, yep, there will be posts of other great loves I have that I have not had the chance to write for in years. Yeah, actually years wow!

A (Love) Letter From Draco

Dear, Potter.

I want to thank you for saving me from the fiendfyre. I never thought I would see the day where Harry Potter, the boy who lived (twice), would save death eater, Draco Malfoy.

I know the war had taken a toll on everyone, especially you. You probably receive many ‘Thank you’ letters from fans for saving the wizarding world once more but mine is truly genuine.

After a few years of thinking, I’ve come to one realization. The one reason why I bullied you, your friends, made fun of you. And it was all because of one thing. Jealousy. I was jealous of those who could get your attention other than me. So I acted out of pure jealousy, thinking that if I did obnoxious things, bullied your friends, bullied you, that you would finally notice me. And perhaps you did.

As I sit here at this desk, writing this letter for the man in whom I’m going to marry soon, I look back at our memories. Those shared times during Hogwarts that weren’t so good. I was rude to you, Harry.

When you had casted that spell on me during sixth year, the scars stayed with me forever. And they’re still on my body to this day. But that day in sixth year, made me realize that the whole entire time, I had been fighting on the wrong side. I should’ve been fighting on your side and going against father’s wishes but instead, I stook with him and my aunt.

Harry, my love, my angel, my darling, you make me very happy. You’re the one in which I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you, Harry Potter.


Your (soon to be) Husband,

Draco Malfoy.

I just honestly wanted to take a moment to tell all of you guys how much I appreciate you. I don’t say it nearly as much as I should and I’m sorry I’m such a flop in that aspect but, really and truly, you guys mean so much to me. When I’m feeling down or upset I come on here and read your guys’s messages and comments and it makes my entire day. So many of you are so sweet and kind. Even to those of you who have never even said a word to me and just lurk, thank you to those of you as well because you’re just as amazing. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such wonderful followers <3 I hope you all have a great day/night, wherever you are in the world.


I appreciate those that reblogged, offered aid, and did everything they could in regards to my last major post. I am still looking for help, but trust me when I say, you are fine to take it elsewhere if you need to. ♥

I am sorry about my silence, but I was eagerly looking for ways to make the situation I am in better with a bunch of research and inner thinking (massive thanks to those who did help me look too when depression made it hell to even consider being online and in a talkative mood). Not much truly comes up for my sake, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop looking, really. I cannot stand the stress and abuse anymore… I am tired of always being ‘at fault’ for everything and nobody else is ever to blame. It’s gotten to that point where I am just going to say ‘sure, it is’ and not even fight anymore. It sure makes shit a lot less heated.

It is also because of this same toxic mentality, however, that I’ve neglected the thought of pursuing a career in anything that I might could like as I never feel what I do will be good enough for what I actually would enjoy doing. I always feel I will never have the qualifications for my dream jobs or even write and publish something the world might enjoy reading though I have several voices out there that tell me differently, and trust me when I say you are a blessing…thank you for being a huge wave of positivity.

So because of that, I am going to be working on my personal projects more. The worse thing I could do for myself is not try, and I am tired of not trying or always living in someone else’s sandbox and getting nowhere with it while my outgoing friends or people around me actually get somewhere with their ideas and talents. Not going to say that I will dump this blog and never work towards requests and reader inserts and my own fan stuff, but it will lessen a bit as the months go onward.

Also, I have a huge list of stuff to write right now for people who paid and for awesome folks in general that I was just inspired by, so I owe them, for sure. ♥

As far as the role-plays are concerned, I am going to be dumping a few more folks. When I kept thinking about RPing again, it started to feel like the equivalent of going back to work… I want to enjoy RPing—not see it as a burden, and the main reason it is is because of how many people are on my list all because I hate saying ‘no’ sometimes. X-x; I have no idea how people can juggle so many folks like that and more… lol. Sadly, though, I am not one of them, and I do want to at least keep my friends on the list and some that showed potential. If I ever open the slots for more again, I will let you guys know, but for now—I just don’t think I can do anymore. Trust me when I say there are better RPers out there for you to enjoy. I am not the only one. I will also be dumping those that don’t watch this blog, because having to constantly keep up information with people that don’t watch my blog is a bit of a nuisance. ^^”

I thank those of you for the tags and such, but again—not been in the best of moods. ^^”” I didn’t want to be talkative or ruin a piece or appreciation post all because of that factor. Again, you have my thanks though. I see the tags, and that’s all I can say right now.

Won’t be back to taking requests and RPing till October 17 or so after my vacation. I just really need to get my life together. I sure as hell am not getting any younger, and I am tired of suffering. ♥

Thanks again for all your support and patience~.

~Oreana Galena

Thank you !

I wanted to say a great big thank you to those who participated in the Art Showcase. You did an excellent job and I wish you oodles of luck in winning the prize!

Also followers…please come back tomorrow for the Fan Fiction Showcase!

Thank you.


It occurred to me that the T-rex (we really need an official name for her) from the original Jurassic Park only killed one human in the movie, and it was that shitty lawyer who abandoned the kids anyway, so he had it coming. She wasn’t in the second or third film as those took place on the other island. She was, however, in Jurassic World where (spoilers) she saved everyone’s asses, JUST like she did at the end of the first film. So let’s do a tally here.

Humans Killed: 1

Humans Saved: 8 + 1 velociraptor

In conclusion the T-rex is the real protagonist of the series thank you.


The day has finally come when I get to post the pages I did for volume 1 of Together We Ride fanzine! The theme of the zine was crossover of two or more characters from different Fire Emblem titles.

With a theme like that, how could I possibly not pick Percy and Gerome? And with Percy and Gerome, how could I possibly not draw a shamelessly corny mini-comic?

I had tons of fun with this project. Thank you to everyone who were part of making this zine, as well as all those who bought it!


Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??

“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Heartbreaking photos of Abdelhak Nouri’s brother (first 3 photos) and his father (outside his car) thanking hundreds of Ajax-fans for showing their support to Appie and his family on Friday night. They came together in front of his house and nearby the field where Nouri used to play as a child.

The emotional fans came together to grief and show support to the family. Also the entire Ajax selection attended the gathering and were visibly emotional. Justin Kluivert, Kasper Dolberg, Hakim ZIyech, Klaas Jan Huntelaar, Donny van de Beek, David Neres, Amin Younes (who came back early from his holiday because of this tragedy) and Reading player Pelle Clement (who player with Nouri for years at Ajax) came to the gathering. After the players visited the family they thanked the fans for coming and showing their support.

After a while the family requested the fans to leave and they all did quietly. The family knew about this gathering and agreed to it.

today was my high school graduation yaayy…

anyway I’d like to personally thank you people who have wished good luck and congratulations and also have a shout out to those people who have been stuck with me since I started 4th year and have been dealing with my school related rants for the past year

also my cap did fall off during the march and I was the freaking one in front of my section

Expecto Patronum

Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao

As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.

The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?

“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.

Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.

Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.

“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.

They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.

“Did he see you?” Ron asked.

“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.

Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.

“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”

“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”

Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”

They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.

“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.

Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”

Harry attempted to feign innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”

Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.

Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.

“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”

Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.

When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.

“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.

Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.

“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”

Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.

Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.

Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.

“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”

They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.

Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him. 

Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.

“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”

Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.

Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.

“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.

“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”

Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.

Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.

“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”

Harry shook his head.

“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”

“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”

“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”

“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.

“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”

“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”

Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.

“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”

Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.

“Now you try.”

Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.

“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”

Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.

After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.

“Did you see that?”

Harry chuckled.

“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”

Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now. 

Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.

From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”

Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.

After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.

“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”

Harry blushed slightly but laughed.

“I guess so.”

Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.

“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.

Just a warning to Juvia fans about the Dragon Cry movie. From what I read, Juvia has little, to no seriousness in this movie. She does have two different fights: the unison strip one with Gray where she ultimately helps/saves him after he’s hurt (probably with that love attack we saw in the trailer), and one with Lucy and Wendy. 

So, she gets two fights, which is AWESOME, and more than she really got in the first movie. But she’s also basically in delusion/fantasy/love rival/fangirl mode throughout most, if not all of the film. 

But guess what? From what I read on twitter, the Japanese fans LOVE that about her. There was a steady stream of “cute Juvia” all day coming from those who watched the screenings, people thanking Mashima for having her be so cute and funny, and even thanking him for her love rival delusions and fantasies. They LIKE Juvia that way. Again, it’s a difference between Western and Japanese tastes/cultures. 

So, just a heads up, if you’re expecting serious Juvia, you’re not likely to get much, or any of it in the film. She’s largely a tension breaker and comedy relief in this film, because that’s what the Japanese like. However, it did lead to some cute Gruvia (the hugging), and also some badass Juvia likely saving Gray (the love attack from the trailer that looked so pretty), and she also seems to be in the film a lot (and probably more than she was present in the first one). 

It was a fanservice/action-packed movie. We got our serious Juvia throughout nearly this entire war arc that’s still currently going on. And this movie takes place just before the war arc, so it’s just before things get really intense. 

Therefore, it’s been a long time since we’ve actually had comedic Juvia in the main series, and it’s been a long time since the anime aired. Mashima decided to give the fans what he thought would make them happy in this film, and in Japan that’s a silly Juvia that leads to cute Gruvia stuff. 

Anyway, just please don’t be disappointed. It’s really jarring how differently the Japanese fans react in comparison to how the western fans react to comedic Juvia. The Westerners take such offense, or get so hung up on it, while the Japanese adore it, and eat it up. Especially the Juvia fans. 

Tell Me How

Characters: Derek x Reader - Scott, Melissa, Liam, Isaac, Peter.

Summary: Melissa introduced you to the world of being a nurse for the Supernatural, it meant getting up close and personal with men of impeccable strength and incredible good looks. Everyone can see you’re totally smitten by Derek Hale, your legs going jelly at the sight of him - Liam convinces you to tell him how you feel.

A/N: Just a little something I cooked up after watching the new episode. It sure is a fluffy puppy.


Originally posted by stilessderek

“Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor. Ms Y/L/N, to the third floor please.” You groan at the sound of Melissa’s voice over the intercom but you plaster a smile on your face when your elderly patient raises a brow in your direction. You wrap your stethoscope around your shoulders, feeling it drop slightly to the left.

“We’re going to keep you here overnight, Mr. Winchester. It’s just a precaution, everything seems to be going in the direction we want, but the doctor wants to 100% sure. He’ll be in to check on you on the hour.” You place the patient’s file at the end of the bed as he replies with a ‘thank you’ before you’re rushing out of the single hospital room and going straight for the elevator - smiling at passing patients and nurses.

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Wow, I drew a fanart yesterday, and I’ve got a lot of rude comments (I have deleted a lot).
“This disgusting” and “shit”, “Tony’s very old,” “they are father and son” “Tony is Peter’s father.”……
Wow, how beautiful word.”Tony and Peter’s father and son”?So do they have a kinship?
My art is fanart, and In my story, Peter has graduated from university, why can’t he and older people fall in love?I just like them and ship them, if you don’t like it, you can ignore or walk away,I did not force you to come to my fanart.why are you so rude to leave a message for me?I think now that these people know how to write, and then they should know how to be polite. :(

Thank those people who encourage and comfort me, you are really kind.Oh, I just suddenly received too many negative comments, so I just……want to complain about it.I’m sorry to bring you such negative emotions.But most of the time I would be a positive illustrator, focus on my work, keep on my hobby, I promise.Thanks for your love.

Oh my god, @reapersun long time no see, although I always see you actually, but, what I mean is that we haven’t send information.I had a long time didn’t  came Tumblr, I’m very glad to see you, thank you for your comfort!

falling in love with you

Originally posted by thomasadoherty

Fandom: Descendants 2

Warnings: Is fluff and music a warning?

Word Count: 936

A/N: I loved writing this so much! Also, this is my first request so I really hope I played it to your expectations!

masterlist (x)  requests (x)

“Go to sleep brain.” Whispering under your breath, you quickly readjusted your position on your makeshift bed and rammed your head against the straw bundle that replaced your pillow. For the last couple of weeks, you weren’t able to sleep and you didn’t know whether it was the stress you were under or the constant sleep talking of Gil, your best friend.

Yup, Gil sleep talks. Surprising, right? It was surprising for you because the two of you knew each other for more than a year yet he didn’t tell you about his sleep talking. How you ended up finding out? Well, that’s all thanks goes to Uma since she was the one who decided to use his room for storage of swords and other weapons - she pretty much knew you two were close enough to share a room so she threw Gil in yours.

Ever since then, you’ve gotten slightly used to his unusual sleeping conversations but there were also times when he would just start laughing for no reason and that would quickly wake you up.

“Curse you and your sleep talking.” A low mutter escaped your pale lips as you grabbed the straw bundle and threw it towards the male that happened to take no affect. He only said a soft ‘ow’ and continued on with his continuous laughter that happened to put you in this position in the first place which made you even more annoyed.

“Great, now I’m wide awake. Thanks, Gil.” Violently snapping your head towards the pirate who was sound asleep, you stood up and ‘lightly’ nudged him in the stomach before you stomped out of the room, not even caring if you awoke the two crankiest people on this ship: Uma and Harry.

No doubt those two were deep sleepers, but when it comes to large stomping or normal talking those two are up before you could say ‘crap’ and that is not something you want to be on the other side of.

When they wake up they usually are very cranky and violent - last time they did that they made someone cry their eyes out. It was not the brightest idea to wake them up, but you couldn’t help it… Gil always makes you mad and annoyed when he wakes you up and you only have one thing to deal with that: singing to your hearts content. 

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tutoring sessions — peter parker (part two)

read part one: here

prompt: continuing your tutoring sessions with peter, you convince your mother to let him come over and help you out with algorithms at your house, with days left until your makeup exam 

warnings: more fluff tbh, some curse words, use of the word “stupid” 

notes: thank you for the amount of notes on part one! i really appreciate it. and to those people who requested requested this: @theperksofbeingyourmum, @captainveromendes, @legendarydazekitten, @fridgeisle, @tiny-friggin-human 

“Hey, are you feeling okay?” 

Peter turned his head, his right arm sore and surely bruised, and his entire back aching. He was healing—that much he could feel, and he felt a lot less like the Hell he did a few days ago after stopping some guy from shooting down a bank—but he still felt like he was dying right now, and he hadn’t been focused at all. 

“Yeah,” he lied, “I’m fine. Just tired. Aunt May’s been making me do some extra chores.”

The two of you had been sitting on the floor of your living room, working on some practice tests to prepare you for the real deal that was quickly approaching. This had been one of the many meetings you’ve had during the week, but this was the first that had taken place out of school and actually in your home. 

You could tell Peter was nervous, his leg bouncing and his fingernails constantly drumming against the wood of your coffee table, and you didn’t know what to do to make him calm down. He had been like this for about forty-five minutes and he barely talked unless it was to explain something or you, yourself, tried to make causal conversation—like the small, playful banter you two had during the first tutoring session. 

The both of you had talked more during school and gotten to know each other better, and the sight of him looking as uncomfortable as ever made you frown. You were really beginning to wonder why on earth MJ had even thought to pair you up together, especially considering how miserable he looked. 

He had seemed somewhat joyful when this whole thing had started, and you bit your lip at the thought that he was only trying to be polite. You knew that he was the type of person to do that, after all, and he wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings by refusing so it could’ve been likely that he was only doing this in order to spare you getting offended. 

You sighed to yourself.

Well, shit.

You finished the last equation on your third practice quiz and listened to the scratching of your pencil. 

Peter had taken a strange easiness in simply shutting up and watching over your shoulder as you did things and the fact that he analyzed you—well, maybe he wasn’t just checking out the work—so closely made you very aware of him; and without a doubt it made you five times more anxious. You solved the problem and backed up, accidentally bumping into his chest and he let out a gruntled sort of sound. 

“What happened? Did I elbow you or something?” You looked up at him and glanced at his pained expression. 

Peter shook his head, but he knew it wasn’t fooling you. “No, it’s—it wasn’t you, don’t worry. I just got really sore from, uh…gym!” 

You raised a brow. Really? That was his lie. If you hadn’t been so worried about him, you could’ve laughed. “Peter, you know MJ told me how terrible of a liar you are.” 

“Hey, I wouldn’t say I’m that bad of a liar, you know,” He starts defensively, and you cross your arms and pretend like you believe him when suddenly he pauses. “Wait, you guys talk about me?” 

Peter rolls his eyes at himself and clenches his jaw, shaking his head as he takes a moment to go: Wow, you gigantic spaz. Nice going. He wants to hurl himself out of your house’s nearest window (to be honest, he knew he wouldn’t get hurt anyways, if he really tried) because oh my God, why did he say that?

It was official. You were never going to talk to him after you take your test and finish it—and let’s face it, you were going to pass, he had the utmost confidence in you (but then again, when did he not?)—and he would lose any slim, one-in-a-million-chances he had with you. 

Seriously, it would be so much easier to talk to you in a mask. Karen would be great at advice right about now. 

Then, he sees you blushing—and it’s quite literally one of the most adorable things he has ever seen beside a cute dog video Ned had showed him once. He’s staring at you—wait, sorry, admiring, and you don’t mind it. Sure, your heart is racing like it’s trying to win first place and your palms are beginning to sweat, but it’s fine. He knows that by now, he should break eye contact, but he doesn’t want to. You’re looking insanely beautiful, and he knew that though he had only been around for a short amount of fifteen years, he’d never seen beauty like yours before. 

He doesn’t think he ever will again. 

Dude, shut up, he tells himself, wanting slap himself across the face; no, wait—say something, say it out loud. Be cool, be witty, be—



You chuckle. “Wow, straightforward. I’m still not letting go of that terrible liar thing, just so you know. Okay, so I finished this last problem. Please tell me it’s right, or my brain will melt. Plus, if it isn’t right, my dad will think the two of us haven’t been doing anything important, which isn’t true and…and I’m going to stop talking right now.”

Peter leans over hesistently and you slouch backwards into the bottom of your couch, breath hitching in your throat. He’s holding your pencil, scanning the problem for any mistakes and he purses his lips. 

“Well, it looks pretty good. But you kind of messed up here,” he points to what he’s talking about on your paper and you watch carefully as he erases some things. “You forgot to cancel and terminate this—easy mistake, I do it a lot—and it messed everything and you got the wrong solution.”

“Well, I’m going to fail and I’m going to have to go to summer school,” You lament and you turn around to make sure your parents are still in the kitchen to say, “I don’t know how I even got into an advanced math class.” 

You wanted to groan. You had numerous AP classes and a high GPA to keep and you could lose them just by your own silly mistakes. You turn your head when Peter places his hand unsurely on your knee, trying to comfort you.

“No, you got this. You completely got this. I, one hundred percent, believe in you. You’re going to get a great grade on your exam and it’s going to be awesome. We’ve got, like, what? One more study session? That’s all you need to pass this,” Peter begins to ramble, but you smile at him and his heart practically gives out. You bite your lip to hold back another huge grin that’s screaming to be shown as you realize something.


This is why MJ paired you guys together.

And you don’t know why, but for some reason your mind can’t think straight and you feel so warm and—and you’re suddenly hyperfixated on the fact that his hand has yet to leave your knee.

extra note: i’m thinking of writing a part three and four of this, but only if it’s requested enough! thank you for reading. 

Protective (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: jughead x reader where the reader gets overprotective over Jughead when Archie tells the group that his dad is a serpent(the reader is jughead’s best friend and she knows) and intends up with an argument with Archie and a fluffy ending with Jughead confessing his feelings for her.

A/N: Back from the Beach! God I miss it already. This probably isn’t what you expected but this is what came to my mind. Anyways, I’ll be posting fics more regularly now that I’m back so feel free to send in some requests.(Also I’m about 100 away from 4k? That’s insane?) xxx


Protective (Jughead x Reader)

Being best friends with Jughead Jones, you knew more about the boy than the rest of your friends. Even Archie.

There were some secrets that Jug was just too ashamed to discuss with anyone but he also needed someone to lean on. And You happened to live down the road from him.

You saw everything when Mrs. Jones and Jellybean walked out that door. You were the one who held Jughead as he cried over his father’s mistakes.

When Jug found out about his father being in the serpents, you had been right there.

Through everything, you were right next to him. Every secret about each other was known by the other. All except one.

You loved him. More than anything else.

But you weren’t sure he loved you the same way.

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Winner: @the-might-of-shirvallah

 I mentioned in a removed post that some people have been reblogging a raffle from last year’s May. I left the notice up for a few days but didn’t see it make much difference in the amount of rebloggers or new followers. Thanks to those who did notice or have sent messages alerting me to it - I am aware of the confusion.

I am moving country next week so a lot of my time has been spent preparing and packing but I’d like to offer a portrait sketch raffle to show my appreciation for those who are either newly following and confused, or have been patiently waiting for another raffle to come round! (I think the last one was November)


What you get:
Because I’m short on time this will be drawn in 24 hours and will be a painterly kind of sketch, rather than a polished piece. It can be any character or creature from any world or universe. OCs/RP characters, fanart of a character you love, anything you’d like. Anything.

What you need to do:

Like and/or reblog this post to enter (they each count as a separate entry, as do multiple reblogs within reason)
Be following this blog!
A winner will be picked on the 10th May (24 hours!) and has a day to reply or I’ll re-raffle the prize!

As always, huge thanks to everyone who gets this out there and to those who have followed and shown their support over the years! Good luck! <3