that was cool of whoever did that

“Hey, I’m on my way to your room for a nap.”
“Ok. Wait. Keith, are you parading with your ace blanket—again?”
“…Maybe. I’m eating ice cream, too. Can’t share that, but the blanket I can.”

So our resident proud ace boy was born on Asexual Awareness Week! <3 
Just let him have his nap on his birthday. This is Part 2 of this. Redbubble

internet friend!tom headcanons

for my girls over at spiderjizz, especially ruby who came up with this and let me steal the idea for this, larb you rubs!
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  • okay so to start you had no idea it was tom to begin with
    • his username was “marvels-biggest-fanboyxx”
    • and he obviously didn’t go by tom but by his middle name stanley instead
    • there was never really a tip-off that it was tom
  • you just knew whoever was behind this screen made some badass edits
    • seriously they were some of the best gif edits you had seen
  • you also knew he posted some photos and videos of tom that no one had really seen before
    • “where’d you get that picture of tom? i’ve never seen it before?”
    • “oh i got it from a friend.”
    • “i’ve never seen that video before, where’d you find it?”
    • “i had to search through a lot of youtube videos”
  • anyways, you messaged whoever this stanley was because he seemed cool and you were really just looking for friends
  • you would have been building this friendship for months
    • he had basically become your best friend on this website
    • you send “stanley” pictures of tom all. the. time.
    • “snslsnsos did you see tom’s hair in his latest ig story like stab me in the fAcE”
    • “ahahahahah yeah same”
    • “tom had such a nice ass i wonder what it feels like”
    • and tom is laughing at this, thinking “real nice. it feels real nice.”
    • but you just get “i bet it feels really nice” in response
  • aside from him being your best friend, you don’t know much about him personally
  • and you totally respect his privacy about that
  • and one day “stanley” finally asks if you wanted to skype
  • and you of course jump at the opportunity because you had become so close to each other
    • you told him practically everything
    • he told you everything he could without giving away the fact that he was actually tom
  • you swap skype users and very soon after you call him
  • and you’re sitting there waiting for it to connect and wondering why the hell you’re so nervous about this
    • he’s one of your best friends for crying out loud
  • anyways it connects and you don’t see his face instead you see Tessa
  • at first you’re thinking “stanley what the hell”
  • and then it clicks like “wait a minute, i know that dog” and your eyes widen and the only thought in your brain is “no way, this must be a joke”
  • tom them pops onto the screen, holding tessa all “hello darling!”
    • mainly because he knows how much you love it when he says that
    • and you definitely ranted to him about how badly you wanted him to call you that
  • you just kind of sit there somewhat in shock going on and on about how “this is a joke. this is seriously a joke. there is no way i am on a skype call with tom holland”
  • and tom just laughs and says “it’s not a joke, darling, it’s actually me”
  • and you’re feeling so flustered and slightly embarrassed because you had basically talked about him all the time to him
  • lots and lots of blushing from you
    • tom finds it completely adorable
  • after your first initial call you guys become skype buddies
    • you’d try to call nearly everyday when you could
    • it took you ages for you to stop blushing at the SIGHT of him
  • it took a while for you to be calm around him and not blush every time he looked at you
    • tom found this absolutely adorable
  • you soon realize you don’t really have much to talk about
  • mainly because all you did was talk about him with him
  • so you talk about spider-man and all the other avengers because he’s such a marvel nerd
  • you take quizzes online to see who’s better and smarter with their avengers trivia
    • there’s lots of teasing afterwards from the winning party
  • after a while, tom gives you his phone number which is a huge step for him
  • just so he can call you and have late night calls over the phone
    • you always want to talk but you don’t want your phone bill to be absolutely insane
    • “tom i really wanna talk but my phONE BILL”
    • “pfft i’ll pay for it now please just stay on the phone with me, i wanna talk to you”
  • you guys fall asleep on the phone quite frequently because neither of you want to hang up
  • okay and hear me on this
  • tom would definitely be the type to surprise you by paying a visit to your hometown
  • and not telling you a single thing about it
  • he just sits and waits for you to figure it out
  • you’d be sitting at home in your pajamas having only woken up a few hours ago
  • and tom would skype you while he’s walking around your city/town
  • and you’re just casually talking until “hey wait a second I KNOW THAT THE CAFE”
  • he just laughs at you and probably winks
  • you’re in a slight bit of denial and don’t think twice about it before running out on the streets in your pajamas
    • which typically consist of spandex shorts and a hoodie most nights
    • it didn’t matter if it was two miles away you ran the whole entire way there
  • and your first real life meeting you run into him, knocking him backwards because you had been running so fast
  • you just stand there in front of him in your pajamas, red in the face and out of breath with your hands on your knees
    • “i just ran…two miles…to see if you…were actually here”
    • he laughs because there’s his adorable girl in front of him in her pjs who ran into town just to see him
    • he feel pretty flattered
  • it’s a little awkward though
    • he goes for a hug and you go for a handshake
    • you both kind of awkwardly laugh and switch the roles
    • more awkward laughing ensues because we’re good friends but we’ve never actually met in person before oH nO
    • but he just pulls you into a tight hug and your cheeks flush and you realize that he smells really good
  • tom offers to talk you out to breakfast in your pajamas
    • it’s pretty adorable to say the least
    • he definitely makes a comment about them
    • “by the way i love the outfit darling”
    • you just sit there pretty mortified
    • “alaodjsosnSHUT UP TOM”
  • and after he takes you to breakfast he begs you to show him around
    • “please y/n i really wanna see where you grew up”
    • “tom”
    • “please please please”
    • “tom i’m iN mY pAJAMaS”
    • “i don’t care, cmon please”
    • “!!!no i’m at least going back home to get actual pants”
  • and toms pretty confused and he’s like “what am i supposed to do then?”
  • “you come with me doofus”
  • he’s pretty shook because he actually gets to see where you live
    • even if it is for two seconds while you change
  • you get to your house and go to change completely forgetting about the old baby, school, and family photos hanging on the walls
  • he’s completely enthralled by them all
    • “aw y/n look at you! you’re so cute and tiny”
    • “jsksl thOMAS NO STOP”
  • you’re completely mortified because all of  those are the worst photos of your entire existence
  • and when you actually change you have to physically drag him out of the house
    • “aw but i wanted to see more pictures”
    • “you can see more later”
    • that’s a lie you don’t ever want him seeing old pictures of you again
  • the whole time you’re showing him around he never stops smiling
  • because you’re actually glowing when you explain things and tell him your different childhood stories
  • and then you suddenly remember that time you talked about how nice his ass is
    • you just stop in the middle of the sidewalk and tom’s looking at you so confused
    • he just sits there and laughs at you
    • “it’s okay love i promise”
    • you’re still mortified by it
  • so!! much!! blushing!!
    • not just from you but from him too
  • overall you spend the entire day together creating so many new memories and inside jokes
    • you take lots of silly pictures together
    • and of each other
  • you’re pretty bummed when he has to leave to go back home
    • “do you have to leave?”
    • “unfortunately love”
    • “i’ll miss you this was fun, next time warn me though”
    • and he laughs and nods and promises he will
  • “i’m serious though i’m really going to miss you”
  • “i know darling i’ll miss you too”
  • and wow i need tom as my internet friend right now

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  • Newsies Boyband AU!
  • Now first of all I would call them the Newsboys but like…that’s a real band that exists so idk what their name would be
  • But anyway! Boybands! Fun and cute and lots of wiggle room!
  • Crutchie
    • lead singer
    • beloved by his bandmates and by most fans but every once in awhile there’s that one fan
      • Idk I just think Charlie is overrated….he can’t sing that well, Jack has a nicer voice, and I think he only gets to sing lead because of his leg :/ I’m not ableist or anything, I just don’t like him
    • Mostly Crutchie ignores things like that but once in awhile he wonders if they’re true
  • Jack
    • lead guitar/harmonies
    • very much the Hot Onetm but people tend to overlook his talents
    • designed the logo and does all of the shirts and album covers but doesn’t make that public knowledge
    • the Crutchie Bashers usually use Jack as an excuse and Jack is having none of it he’s a master vague tweeter
      • I love all my bandmates and everyone is perfectly suited to what they do, from lights to vocals!
      • I feel like people forget Crutch and I have been best friends since fifth grade and I have videos like this cause if they didn’t they’d ask for more [video of Crutchie singing The Wizard and I at a middle school talent show]
    • he loves singing harmony, and only sings lead if somebody makes him. two songs in their repertoire include him on melody
  • Race
    • the drummer
    • (haha guess who still likes EYDW with all his heart?)
    • he’s the Wild Onetm but everyone adores him because he’s cute and funny
    • Racetrack Higgins Highlights:
      • “So I was like, fuck it-wait shit I can’t swear in interviews-fuck! Dammit, sorry, I-” “Race just stop talking”
      • he broke a snare during a concert once and put it on his head like a hat
      • pictures of him kissing everyone in the band, on crew, and even fans on the cheek but it’s because that’s what he does. In Italy. That’s how you greet people. and it just carried over
      • always wears a necklace with a shark tooth. gazes into the distance when asked where it was from and responds with, “I’ll never forget her.” Actually bought it Wings on a day off in North Carolina
      • changes hair colors every other week. fans go to two concerts in two days. first one he has bright red hair. next day it’s bright blue.
      • slowly acquiring more piercing until one day they’re all gone.
        • “Lmao you though those were real? I cried when I got a single ear piercing.”
      • then people think his tattoo is fake and it isn’t but it’s ridiculous. like literally the word “THOT” on the back of his neck. Spot dared him to.
    • so people love him even though he’s wild
  • Spot
    • designs sound for recordings and live shows
    • most fans only know him as the one goading Race on
    • but once in a while somebody recognizes him in the sound booth and is like “ahh, that’s who he is”
    • also secretly write lyrics sometimes but asks to be credited as “Sam Carlson” so his poetic writing doesn’t ruin his tough guy image
    • which makes people think of all these crazy theories as to who Sam Carlson is and why he writes songs randomly for the band
    • is the only reason Race hasn’t gotten lost on tour in a gas station
    • is the one who set up the Walkie Talkie system that keeps everyone organized
    • the star of Jack’s snapchat story half the time but never caught doing anything strange? people just know he’s awesome and says funny things
    • is the one who adopted the cat and resulted in him being named Asshole but it was an accident
  • Katherine and Sarah
    • managers and lighting designers
    • really cool and really gay
    • every time they’re doing a show around a Pride parade time or during Pride month there are rainbows and other flags everywhere
    • Sarah is also in charge of PR after the Incident of Race accidentally DMing a fan who’s username included Jack’s name something along the lines of “sup fuckface where are you everyone else is here and you’re the one who said he was bringing the good stuff”
      • by good stuff he’d simply meant the Purple Doritos but the fan didn’t know that and it took a while for people to let that go
    • People think Jack and Kat are dating for a long time because they’re always together
    • it literally took like fifty pictures of Kat and Saz kissing before people stopped denying how gay she was
  • Davey
    • plays bass but also violin and other related string instruments
    • sometimes sings a third part but not usually
    • people don’t give him much credit until there’s a new song
    • which starts out really slow and is only Jack singing and Davey playing cello but mid song it picks up and Dave changes instruments really fast like in the space of one beat to violin and goes really hard and the song tops the charts for weeks because it’s like crazy good
      • “yeah I’m a classically trained violinist, I just usually have more fun on bass” “…” “but i like that song a lot, most times I’m on violin it’s slow and boring”
    • that song is also when most of the Crutchie Bashing started because it was the first really popular one that featured Jack on melody since only Jack sang
  • Their shows are legendary for being good like the vocals the instrumentals everything is always good
  • they got their start in college where Crutchie got them into one of the theatres and it was just for fun
  • but Race, the wild one even in the very beginning, realized that they were actually really good and signed them up for some show like America’s Got Talent or something like that
  • and while they didn’t win overall, they did get enough attention to get a record deal
  • and then they just EXPLODED and became the new big thing
  • which kind of freaked all of them out a little bit because what has started as fun music with friends was suddenly paparazzi and crazy fans and people wanting to know “when is it what is it where is it how are you will you” about their songs
  • but they mostly acclimated pretty fast
    • Crutchie had the hardest time because while he’s friendly he’s also a but of an introvert and needs his privacy which was suddenly a lot harder to find
  • like most boybands, instantly there were Those Fans who shipped people
    • the most common one became Jack and Race because they seemed like the ones most likely to like each other
    • really though it was Spot and Race, who balanced each other out, and Jack and Crutchie, who’d been in love for years and only figure it out when people started trying to ship Jack and Race which made Crutchie really jealous, and the people who nobody knew as well like Specs and Romeo, Kat and Saz (at first they became better known later), etc
  • they get a really good rep with people because they’re always willing to take a selfie or like fanart as long as it isn’t creepy, or answer questions
  • Jack hosts monthly Q&A sessions on his snapchat and each time it’s somebody new
    • so like the first one is Crutchie, then Davey, then Race, then Katherine, then Sarah, the Romeo, etc
  • They don’t come out for a long time but one day they’re performing in a town where there’s this big news story about a gay kid getting harassed at school and they know the kid is there because it was the only positive thing they found on his twitter, so they all come out together like the entire band and crew
    • “So we’ve heard about some of the stuff that’s been going on here, and we want everyone to know that we don’t agree with it, at all. In fact, things like that effect us, too. I’m not the most eloquent speaker, but if you’re hurting today because of who you are, of how you’re born, know that you’ll always have support with us.”
    • And Jack kisses Crutchie in public for the first time which leads to Race stealing Crutchie’s mic and yelling something about “get up here asshat we can’t let him show us up!” and then suddenly every single couple involved in the band is on stage being proud of who they are
    • the kid who was getting bullied cried and then they invited him backstage and he cried more and it was really sweet and they stayed in touch
  • After that the Discoursetm is horrible around them for like, months
    • “reminder that Jack is dating Crutchie and shipping him with Race is not cool”
    • “reminder that we can ship whoever we want with whoever we want and it doesn’t cause harm”
    • “stop calling Jack bi when he’s gay, don’t erase his identity” (jack retweets it with the added caption “I’m bi as heck actually everyone is pretty and it’s not fair :)”
    • “they’re just faking it for attention!!!1!!1″
  • after a few years they announce it’s their last tour and people are like “oh no, what happened, did people start fighting?”
  • and their answer is “no but we’re like twenty eight now and honestly just want to get married and settle down”
    • except for Spot and Race who plan on going around the world in eighty days and then getting a dog and doing it again with the dog
    • or at least, that Race’s plan, Spot just honestly wants to stop moving around and settle down a bit, but maybe not get married yet
  • So the band breaks up and people are kinda sad but every time they’re all in one place, which is pretty often since they’re all best friends, somebody snapchat/instagram/twitter/youtube gets a new video of them messing around
  • Jack and Davey out out a solo album and it’s really good
  • Crutchie gets coerced into releasing a Christmas album and it’s funny
  • and Davey makes a Hanukkah album that’s him playing and singing traditional songs that he sang growing up and it’s gorgeous
  • Bonus: Red Carpet Tidbits
    • because I have a lot of feelings about Crutchie’s style
      • Crutchie gets known for never wearing a normal tux like it’s always custom done and never just black or navy
      • also his makeup is always On Point like crazy good and people are like “tell us your secrets” and he’s like “lol cvs and years of practice and makeup tutorials from YouTube”
  • Jack wears normal suites but there’s always a twist
    • the first was the time he actually just spilled paint on himself in the suit bc he’s an idiot but there wasn’t time for a new one so they ended up just going with it and it looked pretty okay
    • and after that he get’s suites from like Macy’s modified to look better on him and to add cool things
    • also his hat game is pretty terrific
    • he’s also a total hipster and people know it
  • Davey wears totally normal red carpet men’s attire but lets Crutchie do his makeup and look absolutely gorgeous
  • Race wears crazy stuff
    • like you know the Great Comet ensemble costume design? probably things like that. formal wear turned into punk style things and he pulls it off and lets Crutchie do his makeup too
  • the best picture of the band is from like, the Grammys or some award show like that where Crutchie is in a purple suit, Jack is wearing a beanie and a jackson pollock styled color splashed suit, dave is looking fine in a perfectly normal suit and SUPER Extra but good makeup, and Race is like barely clothed but still obviously supposed to be wearing a suit like thing and like a foot shorter than everyone

I appreciate you liking my one blerb about Vanderwood!  <3


  • Somehow you let it slip that someone else had confessed to you before Zen had.
  • “Who?!”
  • You tried not to tell him, but after days of pestering you, he finally wore the name out of you.
  • For months, he dialed up his PDA with you about 300% every time the person in question was around.


  • Kind of smug when he finds out you denied someone before going out with him.
  • Not obnoxious, but definitely pleased about it.
  • “You love meeeee…!”
  • Gets extra flirty when the other person is around, for a while.


  • She’s not surprised, because you’re super rad, but she is happy that you picked her, in the end.
  • Is still cordial to whoever was rejected; offers her condolences, because you are great.


  • Frowns.  Is not pleased to hear that somebody else stepped forward before he did.
  • “I clearly had feelings for you.  How did they not see it?  …Or perhaps they wanted to take you away from me.”
  • “You’re overthinking it, husband.”
  • Still polite, but a little cool towards whoever was rejected.  Would keep an extra eye on them to make sure those feelings don’t resurface/that they won’t try again.


  • He always knew.  He watched via the CCTV.
  • He was definitely uncomfortable while it happened.  He wanted to step in, but you weren’t together, yet, so he knew it wasn’t his place.
  • Screwed around with their computer after it happened.  Nothing malicious; just a weird, annoying bug, like their cursor moving against their will, or downloads getting stuck at 69%.


  • Always has his arm around you when the rejected is around.  Kisses you longer than usual while they can see.
  • Very thankful that you rejected them, though.
  • The protectiveness stems more from feeling like he almost lost you, than jealousy


  • He is mature, so he takes it in stride.
  • Is pleased that you chose him over somebody else.
  • Does approach the rejected afterwards and asks if they are completely over you.  If not, he would make sure they would respect your relationship.  All very civil, but he does want the other person to understand how important you are to him.


  • They would shrug it off for everyone except one.
  • Luciel confessed to you?!  What happened?!” he asked, horrified.
  • You gave them a bland look.
  • “I said I loved him back.  We’ve been together, ever since.  We’re married, now, and I’m pregnant with our second child.”
  • “I’m holding my nephew right now,” Saeran added in a deadpan, motioning with his empty arms.
  • “You two suck,” Vanderwood grumbled, starting to walk away.
  • “I love you!” you called to them.
  • “Whatever,” they snapped, calling over their shoulder.
  • They took another three steps before stopping in their tracks.  To your delight, Vanderwood hurried back and brushed their lips against yours.  You smiled at them, and they rolled their eyes.
  • “Shut up…”
The Ring(Dean AMBW Smut)

You stood there rooted in place as the harsh bitter winds from winter blew your hair into your face. The light sweater you had on blew with the wind, and it seemed as if your whole body was being invaded every article of clothing becoming cold and chilling you more as you looked at the girls in front of you. You were nervous but you had come too far now to go back.

“You want to be in my gang?” The girl repeated in disbelief and you gave a nod of your head chewing on your bottom lip. She gave a soft laugh but it didn’t reach her eyes, the girls on either side of her laughed along, some in fear and some just being ignorant to the fact that you needed a way out. “What could a good girl like you possibly get from a gang?” Mina asked staring at you.

Mina was the leader of the gang, she was a short but powerful thing. Light brown hair framed her round cheeks, she wasn’t fit but she was on the petite side, glasses hung over her dark brown eyes and she always seemed to have resisting bitch face. You had learned about her around your second year in college. She was a rising gang leader on the streets of Seoul and yes at first you hated her. You hated everything she stood for but now here you were asking for her help. Because you wanted protection, because you wanted a family. To stop the emptiness. To stop the throbbing and the pain of knowing that every day when you wake up. You’re still alone.

“I just need protection for the work I do.” You lied quickly maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. Your dad taught you key points while he was living, the first was to always look the person in the eye to show no fear and to show you sincerity. And the second was to keep looking them in the eye even if you had to lie a little bit about what was going on.

“Protection you say? Well girls do you hear that? She doesn’t want a puppy or a poodle-“

“Look are you going to let me join or not? It’s in the negatives, I’m out here freezing trying to prove I’m down for this shit and you’re taking me for a joke.” You felt your voice start to rise, despite how cold it was. The look Mina gave you would have probably scared you shitless when you first got here, you knew they had weapons on them and even if they didn’t you were on an abandoned street and it was just one of you. But time was precious and the last thing you wanted to feel like was a fucking joke.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Mina asked stepping forward towards you, dragging a blade out of the side of her leather pants she was quick to press it against your throat. “Bitch I will cut you for speaking to me like that, drain your blood and then have a party around your dead corpse.” She spat at you. You were livid, and if there was a word beyond that- it would describe all the rage you felt in your heart right now. She was a fucking joke. Half her gang had braids, or bandanas around their faces trying to imitate something you knew all too well from the states. They weren’t authentic, they were knock offs. Suddenly you felt very foolish for coming here and thinking that you could find friends this way. You couldn’t simply be normal and go to a café to find friends, you just had to be enticed by the dark side. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes remembering where you were at, you needed to play it cool, you needed to keep a clear level head or you were going to take down her and this fake ass back up crew.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you knew the moment I walked out here- the moment I approached you at the college if you wanted me to be in or not. Please, I don’t want to waste my time or yours if I don’t fit the part. Just be honest with me so I can go.” You opened your eyes to look into hers, you saw a flicker of something flash beneath the color and you questioned it to yourself but you kept a straight face not wanting her to see you feeling amiss. And just like that she smiled taking the blade from your throat stepping backwards.

“You know I like you. You have heart y/n. I’m shocked honestly but I guess we can all misjudge people the wrong way.” She stated as she walked around back and forth looking back at her friends she seemed to be in deep thought. The only thing that could be heard beyond the soft whistle of the wind was her black thigh boots. She stopped for a second swaying side to side before she faced you with a wide smile on her face flashing all her white teeth. You felt uneasy about that smile but you didn’t comment, standing straighter than you were before you crossed your hands over your chest. “I guess we have room for one more. Especially if the other rings see we are rolling with such an.. Exotic beauty. They will want our business. We can be the best Seoul has ever seen.” She spoke softly walking towards you calling her girls behind her- you got defensive quickly putting your hands up into balled fist causing an erupt of laughter to strike through the crowd as she hit your hand. “Sweet heart if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now so be a good girl and calm down.” You waited for a second but listened to her putting your hands down.

“I want you to do something for me.. Something only, you can do. And if you do a great job at it. Then you will be able to join us. And guess what? You’ll be my right hand.” She smiled widely nodding. “Are you down for it?” She asked biting on her bottom lip. You pondered for a second before opening your mouth to speak.

“And you say I’ll be your right hand?” You asked softly liking the sound of that a bit too much when clearly all she wanted was to use you for her benefit. But if it stopped the depressing thoughts lingering in your mind than so be it. Once she nodded her head you shook yours eagerly wanting to know what it was.

“See usually we have you fight us one by one until we can beat you into a pulp. But you have a reputation. You have classes to go to, a job to do good on. We can’t have your pretty face all bruised up.” She cooed running a slender index finger across your bottom lip. “No, everything on your pretty tight little body has to remain.” She purred and you don’t know why but you were repulsed, she was obviously coming on to you, and you didn’t know how to take it. “I need you to do something special for me.” She repeated sighing and taking a step back. “There is a drug lord that lives around here. He has some possessions that are of great value. Some things that can make us rich and make even he must bow down to us. He has some things that if taken, they can really hurt him.” She stopped looking up at her. “I will send you the item that I need you to get. I will send you a map of the layout of the house and a code of how to turn off his security measures. If you do well and bring me what I need, then you will be my right hand and I will make sure we give you everything you want. But if you screw up, you will die. Do not let him catch you.” Mina warned you and for some reason that made the pit of your stomach twist as the uneasy feeling crept up but instead of following your first mind and going home, you nodded eager to prove yourself worthy of this toxic love. Ready to do anything for recognition.


You couldn’t believe you were here. Clicking your tongue, you looked around the large house sighing to yourself. How the fuck did you end up here? Being a follower and not a leader. You were currently laying down hiding in a field of tall green grass. Two big dark green bushes hid you from the view and you felt your heart pounding as the sun started to set into the darkness. You looked down at your outfit making sure that you were good to go, making sure no skin was really left visible. You had on a bodysuit. Black and leather hugging your hips and your ass. Your breast was pushed up in the hot fabric and there was a zipper in the front that you could pull up to get in and out of it. Leather latches on the side of your thighs to add some clear to it and not make it plain. You had black gloves on the grass beside you, your hair braided in a long ponytail behind your back, you took out a good two hours of your day to straighten your hair. Your ankle boots felt a little too stiff in the grass and of course they were black as well. Once the darkness set and you checked over the single white piece of paper that you had been given.

Standing up you brushed your body off, and put the black ski mask on your face with the holes cut out for your eyes and your lips, a small hole for your nose to breathe. You started to walk forward, a single pocket knife in between your breast. Slipping the gloves on carefully as your eyes scanned the large plains. You knew that the person who lived here had been gone, you had been watching the trucks come and go all day and there hadn’t been anyone there for some time now. Running quickly up to the house, you looked at the brown oak door that was in front of you, not wasting time, you slipped a black credit card from your ankle boots and picked the lock before needing a hair pin for the top lock. Pushing the door open you felt the rush of cool air hit your face but the basking would have to wait. A loud cry from the alarm sounded off; your body reacting quickly to swing and press the key code into the keypad. Once you defeated the system you moved your body to lean out the door flipping the cameras upwards and cutting the wires with your knife. Shoving it back between your breast you shut and locked the door looking around the dark house. Whoever this was, he was rich and very good at what he did. You moved to walk around, maybe a bit too slowly looking at everything he had. You wanted to have as much as he had but you knew you would have to work your way up to it. Finding the ivory staircase winding up to the top floor.

You walked up each step slowly, listening to your heart pounding over the soft creaking sounds of each step until you were at the top letting out a breath that you had kept in your mouth. Your shaking hands gripped onto the piece of paper and you had to squint to see the writing in the dark. Thank god, the paper was white. Letting your eyes adjust, you started to move down the left hallway taking slow steps. You counted off the number of doors until the fifth one and stopped in front of it. This was it, this is what you were going to do. You bit on your bottom lip wanting to run away but then what? They would be after you AND you would have no protection. Sucking in a breath and saying a quick prayer you pushed the door open with trembling hands. Shutting the door behind you; moving into the room you could make out the outline of it if you didn’t move your head too quickly. There was a large desk with a swivel chair behind it. You could see two windows that had curtains draped, the moonlight shining into the place but it was very dim and only the floor was shining with light. You pushed the paper into your glove, hands reaching out in front of you to fill around for the things that you needed. Not finding it, you moved around to open drawers and touching different things until you were holding onto a ring case. You popped it open seeing a ring that sparkled. It was told to you that it was a crystal blue ring, fourteen carrot ruby that belonged to the man of the house. It was worth a lot, and it appears such a rare item was wanting by everyone. Smirking you gave a soft laugh cheering and stomping around stepping from behind the desk, as soon as you started to make your way towards the door, a hand clapped and the lights came on.

You froze in horror, your eyes opened wide and it seemed everything stopped including your heart. Your head slowly turned until you were looking at a male in front of you. And he didn’t wear a smile on his face. Your nerves were running wild, the feeling of dread making your legs buckle. He had his hands rested on the arms of a dark brown leather chair. His legs crossed, he had on black dress pants and a white button-down shirt with the first few buttons undone. The sleeves were rolled up and his tie was hanging loosely on his shoulders.  His eyes were dark and piercing, and though his lips were drawn into a straight line and down into a frown he still looked beautiful to you. He had black hair that was curled by hanging on top of his head. You never knew someone could look so fucking- good. Even if that person clearly didn’t give two shits about you.

“Name.” He spoke and you blinked. You weren’t expecting that voice to match his face. “I ASKED FOR YOUR NAME!” He shouted, a vein popping out in his neck and you jumped back squealing softly as you muttered your name.

“Who sent you?” He questioned and you moved to hold the ring box close to your body.

“Listen it’s a big misunderstanding-“

“I didn’t fucking ask. I asked who sent you.” He stated again. Your heart was hammering in your chest, you felt light headed from how much blood was seeming to move towards your face and head. “Alright, you’re not going to talk and I have no time for fucking games.” He spoke in a blur and you almost didn’t catch what he was saying. He pulled his gun from beside a round table stand and you had failed to even see it while you inspected him. He pointed it at you and you could see him taking the safety off.

“Blood roses!” You cried reaching your hands out. You didn’t want to die, not like this. Not right now, it was too soon. You felt instantly bad you should have followed your first mind. He seemed to be taken aback laughing to himself he pulled the gun back before he tilted his head.

“What did you say?” He asked, and when he pointed the gun back at you, your mouth opened wide.

“Blood roses.” You mumbled lightly as you pressed your hands by your side.

“Interesting.” He growled standing up straight. “Mask off. I want to look at who I’m going to kill.” He spoke and his voice was demanding, loud and powerful. Your limbs didn’t seem to want to move but one look at the gun and the positioning of it you knew he was going to shoot. Your eyes were watering and you were terrified beyond words moving your hands only to realize you still had the ring case in one of your hands. “Slide it.” He demanded as his eyes trailed to the ring case. You nodded your head pushing it down onto the floor and sliding it across the floor to stop a little bit in front of him. He looked at it before he looked back at you clearly waiting for you to make a move.

Your hands moved up to grip at the hems of the mask, Mina’s words rang through you as you removed the mask throwing it down onto the floor. You expected him to be surprised, the way his eyes raised before being sat back in place made you want to smirk. Almost. He sat the gun down and he uncrossed his legs bending down to grip at the ring case opening it to make sure that the ring was there before he looked back at you placing it on the table.

“I’ve never seen you before. Who are you and why do you want to work with them?” He questioned and you don’t know why but you felt defiant.

“I don’t have to tell you shit.” You spat out glaring at him.

“Excuse me?” He asked softly eyes raking over your frame before he looked back at your face.

“You fucking heard me. I don’t answer to you.” You crossed your arms over your chest, and that was it. He stood up gripping the gun and making quick work to stand in front of you. He was taller than you by a few inches and you just knew he was going to pull the trigger but what he said next shocked you.

“On your fucking knees.” He stated and you opened your mouth which he placed the gun there waiting for you to say something. “I said on your fucking knees, or you can die standing up. I’ve lost a day of work and I have property damage because of you.” He growled at you, his voice becoming husky and for some reason. It turned you on. Glaring at him, you got down on your knees one by one a smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “That’s right, be a good obedient bitch.” He took the gun and placed it against your right temple as he crouched down in front of you eyes locked on yours.

“Now what’s going to happen here, is I’m going to pull this trigger and you’re going to die only after you tell me why you stole something from me or wanted to steal from me you foolish girl.” He questioned and you surprised yourself by shrugging.

“She told me if I did this. I would be her right hand. I would be in a family.” You mumbled the last part as a whisper. The male looked at you before he burst out laughing standing up. He threw his head back shaking his head.

“I want a family, I want a family!” He teased mocking you in a girly voice. “That’s pathetic.” He turned to look at you. “You’re about to die for a family that you’re not even in.” He narrowed his eyes and looked down at you on your knees. His eyes raking your figure once more. “Why?” He asked softly and your heart felt heavy. You hated him, how he pitied you, how soft his voice sounded.

“As if you really give a fuck. You don’t even know me!”

“Do they?!” He shouted at you before he calmed down.

You flinched and looked down at your gloved hands. He had a point, they didn’t know anything about you and the leader was your enemy. You could hear him sigh but he chuckled pointing the gun back at you. “I could care less about an idiot who would do anything for people she didn’t know. I used to think all my victims needed to share their stories. But you, I don’t even think you fucking have one.” He said and you felt angry tears well in your eyes. You had been told to never cry in front of people but if you’re about to die then what’s the point of being tough?

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You said uneasily. “Being alone- going to school alone. Going to work alone. No one is there when you go home.” You started.

“Then fucking meet people. You have the internet. You have choices. A gang is not the way especially one that sends you to do missions by yourself. Can’t you see? She doesn’t give a fuck about you.” He stated and you shook your head.

“You’re wrong! She was going to make me her right hand!” You yelled at him.

“She was going to get you killed!” He shouted back frustration etching on his features as his face turned red. He covered his hands over his face as he took a deep breath. “She picked you for all the right reasons. Your gullible, oblivious. Cute, and you look innocent as fuck.” He stated as he took his hands from his face to look at you.

“H-how do you know she picked me for that?” You asked wanting to know his reasoning.

“Because. She’s my ex.” Once he muttered those words your head snapped up so that your eyes locked and the wicked smirk you saw there made your stomach churn. “I speak all truths. Me and Mina dated for a few years. Since you’re going to be dead I may as well tell you.” He nodded scratching his chin. “She was my everything. The fucking bitch. I gave and did everything for her until I came home and watched her bounce up and down on two of my dead crew members. We had started an empire together. Our gangs ran together. We had it all but she had to be fucking greedy. I kicked her out, she’s lucky I didn’t kill her. But I did shoot the other fuckers dead where they laid. I made her leave the group and her little click. They are all a joke and the only reason they are making a name for themselves is the simple fact that their sucking those dicks well to the ones giving them.” He shook his head smiling sweetly as he walked towards you pressing the gun against your forehead and you had to think quickly about how to get yourself out of the situation. “You should be thanking me for this, I can finally set you free.” He muttered letting the barrel press against your flesh.

“You don’t have to do this. Can’t you just let me go? I’m not even official and I gave the ring back.” You whined softly looking up at him. Leaning into the gun you were afraid to touch him but you needed to let him see your urge in needing to live.

“And why should I let you live? So that you can go back to them and tell about how nice I was? I don’t think so.”

“I won’t tell.” You pleaded with your eyes watching him.

“Listen, y/n. You don’t seem to get the rules of this thing. Of course, I have to do this. I’m a king. And people never respect kings who show remorse or sorrow. You made the choice to break into my house and had I went out tonight I would have lost a lot. But your bitch ass wannabe leader can’t keep her mouth shut meaning, she wanted me to know. She wanted you dead. There are two rules in this game, number one is that you never step cross a drug lord’s path unless you have business for them. And two you never walk out of their house alive if you don’t belong to them.” He tiled your head up with the gun making you both lock eyes. “I have no choice here. I have to make an example out of you.” He shook his head and you bit on your bottom lip.

“Please. Please- sir? Don’t do this. I can do anything, I will do anything. I really don’t want to die. I just. I need to live. I know you understand that. Make an example out of me another way.” You whined and he pulled the gun back after a long pause.

“I like your whine.” He commented after some silence growling as he walked away from you to go sit back down in the chair. And sadly, I like your face. Those pretty pouty lips and how that body looks in that outfit.” He shook his head again laughing to himself. “I’m a fool. But fuck it. If you really care about your life you have an option. You can stand up and strip for me, you can let me shoot you or you can let me call my crew and let them all kick your ass and if you’re still breathing when they are done. You can leave.” He spoke out.

The options where heavy, you didn’t know what you wanted to do. You didn’t want to die, and you felt too drained to even fight right now. You sighed softly, standing up on your feet you moved to unzip the zipper on your body suit until it was showing your black lace push up bra and your brown skin. His eyes quickly went towards your breast before back up to your face and down towards your thighs. He didn’t say anything so you took that as a sign to continue either way it went. You started to pull off your gloves letting them fall onto the floor before you started to undo your body suit letting the sleeves come off first, and then down your legs you pushed it until you were stepping out of them. Once you were done you stood there crossing your hands behind your back.

“What are you doing? You’re not done.” He stated pointing at your body that was still covered and your shoes. Sighing loudly feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, you moved to unclip your bra from the back and slide it off, bending over to take off your shoes you saved your panties for last until he stopped you. “Don’t. Let me.” He put the gun down standing up as he walked towards you. With each step, you felt dizzy your body was already reacting, nipples hard at the thoughts leaking into your perverse mind. You knew you were bias, had it been anyone not your type you would’ve told them to shoot you. But because it was him you were all for it.

“W-what’s your name?” You asked softly as his warm hand met your stomach. He moved to stand behind you, his fingertips stroking your skin causing goosebumps to paint your skin in the wake.

“Kwon Hyuk.” He muttered as his fingertips drug up and down your stomach, up to the undersides of your breast and back down towards the hems of your panties. He was teasing you watching you squirm against him. He gripped at your panties bunching it in your hand moving the fabric until it was slipping between your pussy lips. He tugged the fabric upwards before moving his hand downwards your clit feeling the brushing of the fabric and you moaned out his name softly.

“Just like that, let me hear it.” He cooed as you pressed back against his body grinding against the motion of his hand. He smirked as he let your panties go to push them to the side rubbing at your clit with his index and middle finger. “You’re a dangerous girl don’t you know that? Letting me take complete advantage of you and touch you like this. Who’s to say I won’t shoot you once I’m done?” He asked tapping against your clit spreading your legs wider with his. Instead of answering him back or even letting such thoughts ponder in your brain you rolled your hips back against him from side to side. Feeling the soft bulge there slowly hardened up. He lifted a hand up to slap at your right ass cheek growling as you continued to tease him. “You’re such a fucking bad girl. You need a spanking.” He sighed softly letting his hand slip from your pussy to suck on the digits before he gripped at your wrist leading you towards his desk. Kicking the chair, he moved you to bend over his desk. He positioned your hands in front of your body and pushed you down to rest on the cool surface. You heard a drawer open before it shut again and he moved to grip at your wrist tying them together with white rope and moving to tie it against something under the desk. “Hooks come in handy.” He stated as he stood up and moved to stand behind you. At first you heard silence and then the sound of him shredding your panties from your skin cut through the air. You gasped softly looking back at him and he shrugged chunking the fabric down onto the floor. He spread your legs wide and he kissed both of your cheeks.

You never heard the rustle but you felt the sudden sting of the belt coming down against your ass. You gasped out trying to squirm but you were stuck in place. He started to spank you with the belt, moving to give some strikes on one side and then moving to the other side before he struck them both. You lost count after twenty, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hissed and took the spanking he gave you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a while. Your ass felt hot, your legs trembled from the pain and you kept shouting out for it to end. Finally, it did and he dropped the belt letting his hands move to rub up and down your flesh. He picked up your left leg, moving to press kisses against your pussy. He kissed against your lips biting and nibbling on them moving to rest on his knees. You moaned throwing your head back as his hands came and moved to pinch at your slit, moving his fingers up and down he started to tongue at your wet clit basking in the sounds of your cries for him.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on and not act reckless?” He asked as his palm rubbed your pussy.

“Yes!” You cried out dropping your head down against the desk.

He sucked on your clit for a bit nibbling on it gently and letting his tongue pick up speed to rapidly flick against your cunt and slowly he moved to shove it inside of your pussy. He thrust it in and out slowly, eating you out as his free hand held your leg stroking your calf muscle slowly. He devoured your pussy, causing you to cry out and shake against the desk. It felt so good, how warm his tongue was how he pushed it deep inside of you to taste you. He moved his tongue to taste every inch of your pussy slurping and lapping at your juices. Your foot pressed down against the middle of his back as he ate you out. He moved to rub his fingers against your clit listening to you cry out more, your walls clamping down on his tongue as your hips tried to push against his face. Your wrist jerked at the confines of the rope feeling your lower stomach tighten. Looking down at him, you saw his dark eyes locked on yours the way he moved his head side to side curving and thrusting his tongue.

“Shit! Hyuk! I’m going to cum.” You moaned out loud and he nodded moaning against your heat. He made sure that you were completely spent by the time he was done with your pussy. Your hips bucked harshly against his face until you were cumming on his tongue and he ate up your juices. Flipping you on your back he spread your legs wide and pressed them down on the desk, quickly flicking his tongue on two middle fingers he slid them inside of you thrusting them quickly. He curved them, shaking his wrist and moving his hand quickly making scooping motions inside of you with his fingers.

“Tell me you’re my good girl.” He demanded landing a slap on the inside of your left thigh as he fingered your wet pussy, the lewd squelching sounds becoming more loud and prominent in the room.

“I’m – oh fuck. I’m your fucking good girl.” You moaned out biting on your lips. With a few rough thrusts of his fingers in and out of your pussy you were squirting onto the desk and his fingers and arm. He chuckled using his free hand to tap at your clit as his arm moved forward and backwards. He watched you with hooded eyes, your body was shaking against the desk your breast perky and round; your nipples were hard and you were trying to take swallows of air pushing your hips up against his fingers. Hyuk moved his fingers from your pussy to press at your lips and you were eager to welcome them into your mouth sucking your essence off the slender fingers.

He groaned pulling his hand back staring to strip himself, and you couldn’t help it. You thought about what it would be like to undress him, to hold him close and have him fuck you against the desk as more than just some wannabe thug. He was bare and slowly he approached you. He moved to press his hardened shaft against your pussy smirking he teased you not moving watching you whine.

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded, your head nodded as you watched him.

“I want you, I want you to fuck me so deep Hyuk. I want to feel all of you inside of me. Fuck fill me up. Make me your dirty slut.” You weren’t one shy of dirty talk and with a gorgeous man like that you couldn’t be. His eyes raised as he moved to lean over you undoing to knots he had tied on the rope. Once your arms were free he picked you with one hand pressed against your back.

“Hold onto me.” He mumbled against your lips and you did as told, locking your arms around his neck. He lifted you up and moved one hand to wrap around your lower waist and keep you pressed against him. His free hand moved to grip at his dick and align it with your entrance, slowly he pushed into you with a moan of approval feeling your warm wet walls wrap around his thick member. Your eyes drifted closed as you adjusted to his size and despite your first encounter earlier he was much more caring. His lips met yours in a sweet kiss causing your brain to become fuzzy and not able to think about anything else. He moved to place his hands under your legs keeping you spread as he started to fuck up into your velvet like insides. He nibbled on your bottom lip only to pull back and whisper. “Bounce yourself for me baby girl. Show me what you got.” You started to meet his thrusts moving your hands to brace down against his shoulders and lift yourself up only to drop as he fucked you hard and deep. Your lips connected and he slide his tongue into your mouth sucking on the wet muscle while he grinded against you trying to fill every ounce of you up. His hands soon moved to grip at your ass cheeks, your legs resting into the crook of his arms as he controlled your movements. The sounds of hips slapping could be heard in the room mixed with your needy whines that he sucked up with the kiss. You broke away first needing to breathe, and your head rolled back. He moved to suck on your neck, letting his teeth sink into your flesh. He was marking your skin, your hands moving to tangle into his locks and yank on his hair as you squeezed tightly around him causing him to snap his hips harshly against you. He paused and moved to lay you down on the carpet floor pressed your legs down he jack hammered into you, causing your body to slide up and down under him. He moved his mouth to suck on your neglected breast, trying to bruise your skin some more. His teeth clamping down on your nipples he pulled back with wet pops kissing up your jaw and connecting your lips again.

He kept changing paces between slow and fast all his thrust being deep enough to leave and impression for some time. Your hands moved to grip at his back, your nails dragging down the flesh marking crescent marks on his skin. He only fucked you harder. “Touch yourself for me.” He moved to whisper against your ear. Your hand moved to rub at your clit quickly and he chuckled huskily letting his breath fan your ear. “Do you like the way I fuck you hmm? Look at you all needy under me doing whatever I said. And to think you were supposed to be my enemy. Mina would be living if she saw how I pounded into this tight warm pussy. Fucking you so deeply, marking every inch of you as my plaything. My dirty slut.” He moved a hand to slap down on your thigh as he pulled back and gripped your hips lifting you up to slam down against him as he surged forward finding your spot and abusing it. Your fingers rubbed quickly at your clit, your legs locked up and your free hand moved to grip onto his hand trying to find purchase on anything as you shouted out his name feeling your orgasm build up again. It came crashing into your body all at once and you pressed your hand down on the floor to lift and fuck yourself quicker on him. He moaned seeming surprised at your actions, allowing you to take over until he was pulling out and pushing you down. Stroking his shaft, he watched you continue to rub your clit as your orgasm came down. Painting your body with his thick white seed he leaned back on his heels to take a deep breath. He moved to lay beside you after some time, your eyes heavy.

“Why did she want the ring?” You asked after a moment of basking in whatever the situation was.

“It was her engagement ring. I took it from her when she did what she did. That ring was made for my great grandmother and passed down the line. There is none like it. She knew what it would do to me.” He sighed before a smirk danced along his lips. “But who knows, maybe after a few more sessions with you and a short time in my gang it’ll be you with the ring.” He muttered and your head moved to look at him.

“Seriously?” You asked him with a smile.

“Hey, don’t go getting all happy. This isn’t a love story. You want protection and a family a true family that I can give better than Mina can. I stand by what I said you could do so much better. But this is the perfect revenge to someone who wanted you dead. Do you accept it? If not, you can leave and I won’t hold it against you.” He stroked one hand up and down your arm soothingly as you thought about it.

“I’m in.” You spoke after what seemed like a lifetime of silence. You didn’t know who was grinning the widest you or him but once he scooped you up in his arms you were back pushing down against him getting ready for round two.

Duty Calls

Being an intern on the Spider-Man: Homecoming set gets you into some interesting situations…

(2,250 words)

Warnings: mostly fluff with some smut at the end (oral-male receiving)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

When you got an internship with Marvel after your second year of college, you thought life was perfect. You’d be working with real directors, real publicists, and even real actors. You had been majoring in film production, and after especially impressing one of your professors, he put in a good word for you with some friends of his at Marvel. Before you knew it, you were on a plane to Atlanta to help with the new Spider-Man: Homecoming movie. You thought you’d be in the action—reviewing film, setting up interviews, sitting in on meetings. Little did you know, intern was basically codeword for errand girl. Every morning you woke up at five so you could get all of the directors and leads their coffee before they arrived on set, then going back to grab the orders for all of the extras and crew. You were constantly running paperwork and messages back and forth, making phone call after phone call. The only cool part was letting the actors know that they were needed back on set when they were in their trailers. Typically you just knocked on their doors and gave a little “Mr./Miss Whoever, you’re needed on set.” Which was normally followed by a “be right out!” Sometimes they even added your name on the end. It wasn’t much, but it meant a lot that they cared enough to remember your name, and whenever they passed you on set they’d be sure to thank you for coffee or whatever else you had done for them that day. You could never figure out why people tried to demonize movie stars. Either all of them were amazing people, or you were on the nicest set ever. 

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You Need Some Help?

Title: You Need Some Help?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,061

Warning: Yummy delicious smut

Request by @just-j4c1yn said: Would it be possible for me to get a smutty Sam x Reader (female) where the reader is super short? I’m only 4’9” and the closest I’ve seen to my height is someone (maybe you!) described the female reader as being 5’2” in a snappy comeback to Sam. Maybe they meet in a bar and it’s a one night stand or something?

Summary: Your friend, Luke, recently opened up a bar in town and you decided to check it out. While he was talking with customers and making sure things were running okay, you decided to play some pool. The only struggle you were having now is that you couldn’t reach the blue chalk cube for your pool cue.

A/N: So, so sorry this took a bit to publish. I hope you like it! Enjoy!!


“Son of a bitch!”

You muttered under your breath as you reached as far as you could, up on the tip of one foot as you stretched your arm as far over your head as it would go. Of course Luke decided to make the shelf with the chalk cubes high as all hell. And of course they had been pushed to the back of it.

“You need some help?” a man’s voice asked from behind. You rolled your eyes, ready to sass whoever was designating you as a damsel in distress.

“No, actually, I’m completely,” the gorgeous giant in front of you took your breath away, “fine.”

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Besides a curse word here and there and some awkward fluff, nothing much

A/N: I don’t know where this idea came from but I definitely took some inspiration from a churro I ate earlier

word count: 1.8k

“Mom,” I said banging my hand against the trunk of our parked car, “MOM!” 

After school, my mother and I went grocery shopping, and I was currently trying to get her attention from the back of the car to the front seat where she was happily chatting away to god knows who on the phone. When my mom talks on the phone, it seems as though she never stops talking, and it’s almost impossible for me to get her attention. 

My mother huffed from the front seat and pulled the switch that opened the trunk.

“Thank you,” I muttered to myself.

I pulled the trunk all the way up and began to formulate a plan to get most -if not all- of the bags out of the car. Ya girl is not taking more than one trip to the eighth floor of this apartment building.   

As I started loading multiple bags on each arm, my mom finally decided to step out of the car and help me.

“Ok. Uh huh,” my mother laughed, “Yeah, okay, bye now! Mmhm, of course! Bye bye now, bye.”

“I lost count of how many times you said ‘bye’,” I joked to my mom as she helped with the rest of the bags.

“So now my kid thinks she’s a comedian huh,” she teased playfully, closing the trunk in the process.

“I’m no Kevin Hart, but I try,” I shrugged.

My mom rolled her eyes and led us to the apartment.

“Can you wake me up when dinner is ready? I’m gunna take a nap,” I told my mom after I helped unload some of the groceries.

“A nap? It’s 4 in the afternoon,” my mom questioned me as she started taking pans out to cook with.

“Yeah, well all that exercise today really tired me out,” I said.

“Are you talking about school or taking up the groceries just now?” she said while quirking an eyebrow.

“Both,” I smiled.

“Don’t you have homework to do?” she further prodded.

Mother,” I sighed dramatically and placed my hand on my chest, “you know I am most productive when the sun goes down.”

I call my mom “Mother” when I want to be dramatic -which is quite often if I’m being honest. But it seemed to work because she laughed and finally gave in.

“Alright, but I’m not letting you take those four-hour-long naps, just until dinner is ready, okay?” she scolded me.

“If dinner happens to take you four hours to make then..” I said walking away to my room down the hall.

“I heard that young lady!” my mom called from back in the kitchen.

I grinned to myself and dropped my backpack at the foot of my bed. I took my shoes off and sighed contently.

Finally, I thought to myself, I can nap my problems away. Said problems being a test I have on Friday -two days from now.

My window blinds were still open from this morning, so I decided to shut them; however, it felt real stuffy in here so I opened the window to let that New York breeze in. 

“That’s better,” I said out loud to myself.

I suddenly became conscious when I heard talking. Grumbling into my pillow, I was hoping that whoever was talking would, I don’t know, stop.

I am too comfy to move, I thought sadly to myself. 

I turned over and hoped that I could fall back asleep, but god damn, this person would not. stop. talking. I grabbed my phone from my night stand and saw that I only slept about 50 minutes.

Not even an hour, I sighed.

Furrowing my brows, I realized that the talking was coming from outside my window. My window? Who the hell is on my fire escape? My eyes widened at the thought of a potential burglar. I did the first thing that came to mind and grabbed my baseball bat that I kept under my bed. If there is anything I can learn from Stiles Stilinski, it’s that a baseball bat always comes in handy. I also had 911 dialed on my phone -just in case. I didn’t want to call the cops until I knew for sure. I mean, It could be my down stairs neighbor talking loudly on their fire escape, right?

I crept to my window slowly and quietly across the carpet. The talking got louder and my anxiety got stronger. I tightened my grip on the bat in one hand and shoved my phone into my back pocket once I got to my window sill. I decided to rip the band-aid and just pulled my blinds up really fast. I heard a yelp immediately and stared in shock at the sight in front of me.

“What the fuck,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. 

Sitting on the rail of my fire escape was some dude in red and blue tights. He looked like he dropped something and reached for it. I gasped in shock because this guy is seriously about to fall to his death because of a-

“My churro!” he cried as he reached for it with one hand.

He grabbed his churro and shoved his phone into his belt? What in god’s name is he wearing? And how did he do that?

My brain finally caught up and I realized that he practically stuck to the side of my fire escape. He fumbled with his mask and tugged it down. Then he climbed over the railing -as if he’s done this several times- and gave me a wave.

“Uhh hel-,” he cleared his throat and tried to sound deeper, “hello there mam, how ya doin’?”

I waved my bat at him and said, “How did you do that, how- how did you get up here and why are you wearing a- what are you wearing?”

He shuffled on his feet and raised his arms at me, “Whoah whoah whoah, okay there Babe Ruth, let’s take it easy, yeah?” 

I raised my brow at him skeptically and mumbled, “You don’t look like a burglar.”

“A burglar? What? I’m, I’m not a burglar, I’m Spider-Man!” he said, almost sounding offended.

Spider-Man? Oh my god, I know this dude! How could I forget that video of him stopping that bus? It was all over school the next day.

“Wait, you’re the guy from Youtube? You look different. And you sound more like a Spider-Boy. Spider-Kid? Spider-Guy?” I rambled stupidly. I was starting to calm down. This guy didn’t seem like a threat to me; especially when he was waving that churro around at me as he talked.

Man, okay? Spider-Man. With a hyphen,” he said, trying to use that deep voice again.

I set my bat down and propped my elbows against the sill, resting one of my hands under my chin, “Yeah. Okay, Churro Boy. Oh, I mean Churro-Boy with a hyphen.”

“Churro- you know what, I don’t have time for this,” he mumbled in his regular voice, starting to leap over my rail.

“Wait!” I called out to him.

Why did I do that?

He turned to me, waiting for me to say something.

“Is that a new,” I paused thinking of the right word, “suit?”

“Yeah!” he said, perking up and stepping back down, “It’s sort of a new upgrade, it’s pretty cool. Way cooler compared to my old one at least”

Must’ve said the right thing. I almost said costume. Maybe that would have offended him..

Well, it definitely seems cooler,” I smiled slightly, “anyway, next time you wanna talk to your -whoever- on my balcony, can you warn me? I was trying to nap and you talk…a lot.” 

 If I wasn’t mistaken, it seemed like he was blushing under that mask; he stumbled over his next words.

“Oh, uh, god I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that someone was in there -I mean usually I just go unnoticed when I do stuff like this, which is pretty often. Surprisingly. The crime rate seems to be low in Queens, and it’s Queens! You’d expect a little more action around here, don’t ya think? I gave an old lady directions today and she gave me a churro,” he laughed lightly, scratching the back of his neck when he realized he was rambling, “oh wow I do talk a lot don’t I? Sorry…again.”

He is so cute. What? No, what am I thinking? Stop it Y/N. His voice isn’t nice or cute and the rambling is annoying! Definitely NOT adorable!

You’re fine, it’s fine. I tend to ramble a lot too when I’m nervous,” my eyes widened as I lost my cool demeanor. “I’m not saying you’re nervous though. Maybe you are? I mean, you almost dropped your churro and that was…scary,” I laughed awkwardly. “I’m Y/N by the way,”

I stuck my hand out through the window and he clasped it with his own, shaking it back. “Yeah, I know,” he said letting go.

My face contorted into one of confusion, “You know my name? Do we know each other?”

He stumbled once again, “Huh? No! I meant I- I know that…it was scary! The churro thing. Almost dropping it. Yup. Terrifying, even!” He sighed to himself after seeing my expression and then said in a softer voice, “I’m sorry, I’m just nervous.” 

“Oh, okay,” I said unsure.

That voice…

Just as I was about to reply, I was cut off by my mom.

“Y/N! Dinner is ready!”, my mom called from afar.

I turned back and yelled a reply, “Okay! I’m up!”

When I turned to apologize to Churro-Boy for the interruption, he was standing on the railing again. 

“I uh, gotta go,” he said, pointing over his shoulder towards the city.

 “Oh,” I said suddenly disappointed, “no yeah I totally get it. Gotta go give old ladies directions and collect those churros right?” I tried joking. 

“Obviously, I want my churro collection to grow so,” he joked back. “Do you- do you want the rest of it? I’m kinda full anyway”

He offered the churro to me and I took it, “Eh, why not. If Spider-Man offers you a churro, one cannot deny it, right?” I smiled softly.

“Right,” he confirmed. “Churro-Boy out,” he saluted as he shot a web and swung away.

I mock-saluted him even though he didn’t see it as I bit into the churro. I closed my window and took out my phone to get rid of the 911 dial; I didn’t wanna risk butt dialing the cops. I could only imagine how that conversation would go. After I put my phone away, I made my way into the kitchen and greeted my mom.

“Morning Mom,” I mumbled, taking a bite.

“Where did you get that churro from?” 

I smiled knowingly and said, “Your friendly neighborhood Churro-Boy gave it to me”

“I don’t even wanna know,” she muttered. “But that better not be code for drugs.”

Mother!” I exclaimed with my posh voice, “I would never!”

Part 2


Request ⇾ Richie x reader where the reader doesn’t really like Richie while he’s in love with her and he asks his friends for advice and each one gives him an advice and they all fail. And in the end she gives him a chance

Warnings ⇾ swearing, reader being not that nice at the start I guess, yeah I think that’s it?

A/N ⇾ this is long as hell and I’m sorry, hope y'all are having a great day! Keep sending in requests!


“C-c-come on, Richie! W-when has a g-girl ever m-made you sh-shy? Just g-go over there and s-say one of y-your cheesy l-lines!” Bill teased as Richie pushed his glasses back up his face.

“I can’t, Bill! I’ve told you a million times, she doesn’t like me like that!”

“Fine, then why don’t you try writing her a letter? Sign it from ’her secret admirer!’” Stan smirked, knowing that Richie was, indeed, her secret admirer.

“No, no! I’ve got it! Clean her room and her bathroom! Yes! And then you’ll know it’s safe, because do you actually know how many germs fester in those rooms? So many! I mean, it's—”

“Shut up, Eddie!”

“God, don’t listen to those fools. She wants something nice and romantic. Take her for a picnic and tell her your feelings, she’ll love the thought you put into it!” Bev chimed in.

“How about writing her a poem? I can help if you like?” Ben suggested.

“No, no, no! Be a man, just tell her how you feel!” Mike counteracted.

Richie was having a hard time processing what was actually happening over his friends countless suggestions, despite if they were good or not. He ended up shaking his head and standing up from their table at lunch.

“Forget it, I’ll just sort it out myself! Like I always do!”


“Hey, Y/N! Can I ask you something?” Richie said while running to catch up with Y/N as she rushed out of the school gates.

“You just did, Tozier.” She smirked at the flustered expression he currently had painted on his face. “But go on…” Not that she was genuinely interested to hear what he had to say, most of the time it was meaningless or simply derogatory, in her eyes. She definitely did not have feelings for him.

“Uhm, d-do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.” Richie spat the words out as if they were venom on his tongue, so fast that Y/N struggled to comprehend what he had actually said.

Instead of responding, she simply rolled her eyes and proceeded to walk out of the school gates, leaving Richie stumped.


Determined not to give up, Richie ran up to Y/N’s locker and slotted the piece of paper inbetween the gaps. He was giving Stan’s idea a go, since Bill’s had failed him thus far. He had even signed it with ‘your secret admirer’ hoping she would be able to catch on that it was him. Noticing Y/N round the corner, he ran off to his locker. He was going to nonchalantly watch as she, hopefully, read the note.

Y/N walked up to her locker and entered in her combination. She was planning on meeting her friends in the study hall, so was just going to pick up her books. As she opened the stiff metal door, a piece of crumpled up paper fell to her feet. She bent down to pick up the crisp paper and closed her locker. She leaned against the cool metal while unfolding out the paper, it read….








Richie could feel the butterflies deep within bursting as he saw her reading the note, his note! However, those were quickly replaced with disappointment as he saw Y/N turn in the other direction, dumping the note into the bin as she passed.


He wouldn’t give up just yet, he’d try Ben’s idea. So she didn’t like notes, fair enough, but maybe she would appreciate a poem? He wasn’t very good at them but he was sure as hell going to try! And instead of leaving it in her locker, he would slip it into her bag! Yes, that was a good idea! Then she couldn’t put it in the bin straight away, she’d see it when she got home.

It took him around eight attempts to actually write something that sounded, more or less, like a poem. Slightly satisfied and extremely tired, Richie packed it into his rucksack. He would sneak it into Y/N’s while they were all at the quarry tomorrow, then she wouldn’t know it was him if she found it during the day. He applauded himself for being so smart and went, promptly, to bed.

The next day, at the quarry, Richie’s heart was pounding. They had all jumped in, except Ben, who was sitting changing the tapes on his boom box that rested by their bags, by Y/N’s bag. He made some excuse that he was going to put some real music on and turn off Ben’s 'pussy boy’ music. It was not a lie, he probably would also do that while he was up there, but that wasn’t his main mission. His main mission was to put that poem in Y/N’s bag.

“Hey, Richie,” Ben said waving and smiling at his friend.


“What are you doing?”

Richie huffed before deciding to confide into Ben, “Well I took your advice, wrote her a poem and everything. I’m going to slip it into her bag so she can read it later.”

“Oh, can I read it?” Ben asked, trying to snatch it out of Richie’s hand as he quickly whipped it out of his backpack.

“No!” Richie’s hand flew in the other direction and quickly slid it into Y/N’s backpack. “No offence or anything, I just, its private, you know?”

“Yeah, sure.” Ben agreed.

“Now, let’s get this shit off and put some good music on!”


Having failed all of the three previous times, Richie was just going to be upfront, like he should’ve been from the beginning. It turns out, Y/N didn’t like poetry. She found it to be arrogant and narcissistic. How could Richie like the only girl on the earth who didn’t appreciate some half assed poetry? He didn’t know, but he was finally tired and just wanted to tell her how he felt. It was third period and they both had a free, so naturally, gravitated to the library. He could see her reading a book, something about Greek mythology. How could she find poetry arrogant but not the legacy of Greek god’s? He shrugged off his thoughts and strided over to her, confidence brewing inside him like an uncontrollable fire.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, i suppose so.”

“So, I don’t know if you know, but I’ve been sending you notes and poems over the past couple of days? I know they haven’t been working so I just thought I’d be upfront. I like you, I like you a lot. I think it would be really cool if we could go to the arcade sometime? I mean, if you want to, if not that’s also cool too.”

Y/N sighed. Initially, if she had been asked if she liked Richie that way, she would’ve laughed in whoever was foolish enough to question. But now, she wasn’t so sure. She knew it was him leaving the notes. He was a terrible liar and couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it, it was amusing actually. So seeing him go to all these lengths just to please her, did make her heart swell a little bit. And really, if she was being completely honest, she’d say she had caught feelings for him, so why deny them?

“Go on then, that sounds fun.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a reaction of the rfa+v and saeran to mc being in a musical and having to see them kiss other people during the performance?

A/N: SORRY BABE I’M A HUGE HSM FAN OKAY BYE (also les pretend that there is a kiss in hsm okay) ~ 626

- Omg why you gotta hurt the poor boy like this???
- He knew you were cast as the main lead in your school’s play “High School Musical”
- His heart is breaking!!! He knows you love him but watching u two touch lips (even if it’s literally for a second omg yoosung bby) makes him so jealous
- Did u want someone who was taller??
- He’s about to cry MC UR SO CRUEL
- But then when you all start singing “We’re All in This Together” anD YOU GRAB HIS HAND AND BRING UP ON STAGE???
- It’s totally cool, the other cast members are doing this too, this is totally allowed during plays, don’t question 626’s logic
- He’s singing along and he sounds so bad but he doesn’t care!!! You look so happy!!!
- At the end of the song, you kiss him quickly <3
- He’s stuttering and blushing omg, why dID HE EVER DOUBT HIS LOVE FOR U, YOU’RE PERFECT
- Honestly, this boy can be as dramatic as Zen, smh
- When he learned you got a role in the school’s play, he was so happy!!!
- But he wasn’t the main lead??? HE WAS CAST AS AN EXTRA (dramatic ass hoe is working on a diff play but he still wanna be the lead anyway)
- Sorry zen, ur a pretty boy but ur no Troy Bolton
- But u keep him in the loop by practicing lines with him!!!
- Honestly he goes a lil crazy when he learns ur gonna kiss another person
- But he calms down
- Or so u think
- When it’s time to sing the last duet with McHottie Troy bolton, zen pops up??
- He just pushed mchottie right off the stage while he sung that line omg
- Don’t mess with Zen or he’ll push u off stage while singing HSM songs, howverythreatening
She’s president of the drama club, even if she doesn’t act in the plays, she’s the one who gets everything done and makes sure the club has enough money to run productions
- She knew from the very beginning u were gonna kiss Zen
-She’s not really hung up on it though, she knows you’re just acting, she ain’t worried
-Plus you two weren’t technically in a relationship? U acted like it but u two decided that with all the stuff you had going on, u didn’t have time for a relationship
- But she didn’t expect it to hurt so much when she actually saw you sing a duet with someone else???
-You two haven’t even kissed yet but it still feels like her heart is ripping apart
- And then Jaehee made her final decision
- Y’all wont believe what this lil lady is about to do
- no one really notices her at first bc she knows the dance moves very well so she blends in but then u come on stage
- Why is everyone as dramatic as Zen today
- Safe to say y’all are together after that

- You didn’t even tell him about the kiss
- you didn’t leave it out on purpose, but it’s just, everyone knows about high school musical so u assume he knew???
- He didn’t know
- he didn’t know at all
- he was definitely not prepared to watch you kiss Zen during rehearsal
- his heart literally breaks in half, he has no idea what to do
- but he knows if he lashes out it’ll just make you angry
- So he sits quietly when it’s time for the actual performance no he’s not crying, he just has allergies to zen, that’s all it is, no uR CRYING
- Except here’s the thing, Jumin was actually able to memorize all the lines in the play bc he watched your every rehearsal <3
- And boy oh boy, Jumin decides instead of sitting quietly he’s gonna do something
- No one kisses his MC in front a of a crowd of people other than him
- he literally threw Elizabeth the Third at Zen’s head and then shoved zen into a closet and locked it from the outside
- Daddy can be sneaky ;;;))) (I’M SORRY)

- Everyone is so surprised to see him come out on stage???
- But y’all have to roll with it for the performance
- And with the last line of “Start of Smething New” he plants a quick kiss on ur lips
- he doesn’t care if it’s not part of the script, the world needs to know that you are his
- Honestly??? You’d think Saeyoung might get jealous, with a whole spiel of “u can do better,,,, he’d make u happier than I ever could,,,” but he’s secretly begging u stay inside his head
- But nah not this time!!!
- This boy LOVES high school musical
- Like hello??? Melodramatic teens with singing mixed in??? that’s his favorite genre ever
- He goes to every single one of your rehearsals!!!! He loves you so much!!!
- But ofc, he has a little trick up his sleeve too
- When it’s time for the actress playing Sharpay to make her entrance, it’s Saeyoung in a blonde wig instead???
- With the help of Saeran, they tricked the poor actress into missing the play, don’t ask me how they just did
- and hot damn, this boy can d a n c e
- ur a little turned on
- No one can bop to the top better than Saeyoung
- After the performance, you run up and kiss him!!! You both did so well!!
- Next time, you want him to play the leading role opposite of u cause he’s so great <3 sorry other dude bye
- Saeyoung totally doesn’t make eye contact with the guy who’s playing Troy Bolton while you two are kissing
- And he definitely doesn’t maintain eye contact the entire time either

- You made sure to tell Saeran about the kiss before you even auditioned
- You didn’t want to surprise him like ya hoe ass did with jumin because u knew he’d pretty much murder whoever was going to be opposite of u
- He was weirdly okay with it??? Like he kinda brushed u off like “yeah yeah I know Saeyoung’s made me watch HSM a million times”
- And you’re so excited the day of auditions bc you’re pretty sure you’re gonna get the role! And Saeran is in the audience watching u <3
- Little did you know that Saeran is actually there to audition as well
- See, he may have seemed cool about it, but on the inside he was pretty much killing every guy in the world so there’d be no one to play the role of Troy Bolton
- first he pretty much threatened zen into not auditioning, and then threatened zen into teaching him to get the role
- and b r u h, boy oh boy did saeran blow everyone away
- his singing wasn’t the best but his dancing and acting skills??? Off the charts amazing
- But you’re so happy!!!
- You don’t have to kiss another guy, you get to kiss Saeran! <3
- On the day of the performance, when it’s time for the kiss, he kisses you, picks u up, and carries u off stage while pretty much making out with u
- Nah this totally isn’t him making sure everyone knows that you are only his, nope, he is not that jealous, nu uh
- He’s actually in the play too!!! This hoe ass is Ryan nO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
- And he’s super excited to be part of the play with you, even if your role isn’t opposite of his!!!
- He has tons of fun with you, all the singing and dancing, all the dumb mistakes everyone makes
- He’s so happy
- And he definitely doesn’t feel an ache in his heart every time you have to kiss “Troy Bolton”
- He knows you don’t have any feelings for the guy, and he knows you’re totally in love with him bc of the dreamy look you have on your face when you stare at him (626: mY BOYFRIEND DOES THIS LMAO IT’S SO CUTE)
- But when you and that guy pull away from that kiss, the guy shoots a smirk at V as if saying “She’s mine now”
- And jfc V is a gentle guy but there is no way in hell he’s going to let another guy think he has you
- And he knew exactly how to knock the guy down a few pegs <3
- He lets the entire performance go by smoothly, he didn’t want to ruin your time in the spotlight, he loves you too much to do that
- B u t
- When it’s time for you and troy Bolton to do some mouth smacking
- then he takes a microphone and says “Ryan and Gabriel end up together, the end”
- And ur laughing so hard bc you didn’t know V would ever do something as crazy as that???
- It was also kinda cute even if it did ruin the performance
- But ??? Everyone actually loved V’s version of HSM so much, it became the script for the rest of the performances

I met Luke Harper at axxess last night, and when I tell y'all it is SO hard for him to not replace every fav I’ve got, I mean that! Lol. He was amazing. He gave EVERY SINGLE FAN the greatest interaction. Nobody was left out and nobody left not smiling and laughing. They had a huge thing of snickers beside his table and he grabs a handful and just throws them into his line of fans! He did it multiple times and the lady managing his line was SO cool too. She’d joke around and be like “Harper, quit throwing all the snickers out!” And he goes “what are they here for then?!” I mean they were a great team and he was so funny. Then she told him “harper we’ve gotta hurry up!” And he said to her “nah, I’ll be here past 10!” Saying he’d meet whoever wanted to meet him and he didn’t care about time limits. Then he goes “awww. Did you guys hear that? She’s mad at me!” 😂 it was amazing. Then he gave a handful of snickers to the ascension (they were beside us) and Konnor threw them out to THEIR line of fans 😂 So about my experience… I went up there crying. I love Luke so much and anyone who follows me knows the Wyatt family is everything to me. He sees me walk up crying and he gives me the BIGGEST hug and I’m just bawling at this point. WWE’s photographer took pictures so that’s great hahaha, I’m sure I was ugly crying! But he was so incredibly sweet to me and hugged me like 3 times bc I was crying. If you ever have a chance to meet Luke Harper, DO IT. He’s an amazing human. I can’t imagine what I’ll be like when I meet Roman, dean, and bray tomorrow!


(Yes it’s Radmond fanfiction featuring two OOC boys probably) 

KO had been the one to find the first rose. He’d been cleaning up after the first official Plaza Prom, and had found the somewhat wilted flower laying on the punch table. He hadn’t thought much of it, really he only mentioned it to Rad and Enid because he felt sad that somebody had forgotten their flower. “I know if I’d gotten Mommy a fancy rose and she’d lost it, she’d be super upset about it!”, he explained, giving his two best friends the KO Puppy Eyes. 

That’s how Mr. Gar’s shop ended up having a vase (KO had made it himself out of macaroni, somehow…) with a much happier looking rose resting in a couple inches of water. Nobody questioned it, probably because nobody really cared, but the little addition seemed to brighten the shop a bit. KO was convinced someone would come in and recognize the flower, even though Rad insisted that nobody would remember “Some dumb flower” well enough to actually miss it to begin with. 

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button poetry sentence starters

these are some quotes from miscellaneous poetry on button poetry’s youtube channel. feel free to edit pronouns. some of the things on here may be triggering. the channel.

  • ❛ do you remember your first kiss? ❜
  • ❛ he was the only boy to come to my grade seven birthday party. ❜
  • ❛ we still played spin the bottle and kissed whoever it landed on. ❜
  • ❛ she was my prom date and the first girl i ever kissed with tongue. ❜
  • ❛ she took off her shirt and her bra, so i did too. ❜
  • ❛ now, that is love. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t have enough pain for poetry. ❜
  • ❛ i would have recognized him at first glance. ❜
  • ❛ she was there, i was sure of it. ❜
  • ❛ if only i could find him. ❜
  • ❛ you are beautiful. ❜
  • ❛ love still thinks you are beautiful. ❜
  • ❛ love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. ❜
  • ❛ when i’m around you it’s like i’m full of electricity but in a cool way that’s possibly giving me a boner. ❜
  • ❛ i want to thank you for making all the love songs mean something again. ❜
  • ❛ i still roll my eyes but i do it while air humping. ❜
  • ❛ you make me wanna do pointless actually dumb things. ❜
  • ❛ i always try to be like, cool and stuff. ❜
  • ❛ it’s hard to act like i don’t care when you’re so pretty all the goddamn time. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t know why we’re both here but since we are lets make out until we’re dead. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve been hearing that the world is ending. ❜
  • ❛ i’m not me anymore, i’m a stupid puppet version of me. ❜
  • ❛ i too have kissed no one goodnight. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve launched myself from tall places and hoped no one would catch me. ❜
  • ❛ my depression is a shapeshifter. one day it is as small as a firefly in the palm of a bear, the next it’s the bear. ❜
  • ❛ when i see a candle, i see the flesh of a church. the flicker of a flame sparks of a memory younger than noon; i am standing beside her open casket. ❜
  • ❛ i am afraid of living. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll commission it from some dead end journalist. ❜
  • ❛ i won’t write your obituary. ❜
  • ❛ if you call me, i will write you a new sky, one you can taste. ❜
  • ❛ i will write you songs. i can’t write music, but i’ll find rihanna and i’ll get her to write you music. ❜
  • ❛ burn them. feed them to stray cats. throw them at school children. hurl them at the sea. i don’t care. i don’t want them. ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want your heart. ❜
  • ❛ 1-800-273-8255, that’s the suicide hotline. ❜
  • ❛ we can call it together. ❜
  • ❛ i won’t tell you it’s okay, that i forgive you. ❜
  • ❛ i won’t say goodbye or i love you one last time. ❜
  • ❛ you won’t leave on good terms with me because i will not forgive you. ❜
Damian Wayne learning about emojis

•He doesn’t understand the deep meaning of some food emojis.

•So when you got a text from a guy with,


•And turned off your phone disgustedly he doesn’t understand.

•Do you not like peaches and eggplants?

•He typed out the emojis on his phone and went to investigate the true meaning.

•He went to Dick first and showed him the emojis.

•"Is he hungry?“

•"Oh no, that’s a way for asking- er… sexual attraction towards someone. Did you get this?”

•"No Y/N did.“

•By then Jason overheard and came to look at the phone.

•"Someone’s after your lover Damian!”

•"With food emojis?“

•"Whoever sent that to Y/N wants her sexually.”

•This shocked Damian.

•And he was far from happy.

•He sent the guy a message in literal form to not mess with you.

•No emojis were needed for him to get the message.

•Sometimes when his brothers text him he replies in all emojis just to annoy them.

•He thinks it’s funny.

•"Damian where did you go!?“


•Tim never understand the messages, but surprisingly Jason does.

•"Once you’re done walking Titus and eating lunch come back. You’re not cool so take those stupid glasses off.“

•Will never admit it but he sends his s/o cute messages with heart emojis

•"Good night beloved, sleep well 💕”

•Will never tell his brothers this because Dick already sends him too many heart emojis and it’s annoying.

•He really likes the diversity that all the emojis has.

•But he doesn’t know why some emojis are even there.

•I mean when is he going to use


•But overall he thinks they’re pretty cool.

•Will never use these stupid 🍑🍆👅💦 emojis

•Because why use emojis when he can explain it throughly to you ?

•Sounds way more interesting to him doing the explaining part rather than emojis.


Shadowhunters made the worst patients.

Magnus had experience with Shadowhunters even before his sudden involvement in the Brooklyn kids, and he’d always known that healing Shadowhunters was the warlock equivalent of attempting surgery on someone who wasn’t sedated.

They could not calm down. For some inexplicable reason it ran in their blood, the need to constantly get up despite broken bones or newly stitched wounds was innate in all of them. Plus, most of their injuries were fixable by their own hands, so those that they needed Magnus’ help with were usually pretty severe and sometimes exhausting to fix.

Jace Wayland was no exception.

“Please lay down, dear, you’re making this harder than it needs to be.” Magnus pleaded, watching the blonde Shadowhunter struggle to sit upright on his sofa.

“You…said…you already got the…poison out.” Jace huffed, wiping a hand across his glistening forehead. “I need to…figure out who…who…”

“I got it out, but you’re still going to feel the effects. You can’t even think straight.” Magnus insisted, putting his hands to Jace’s shoulders and gently easing him down against the plump pillow that he’d brought in from the guest bed. “You need rest. Alec and Izzy are out investigating who poisoned you.”

“They could be attacked.” Jace croaked, finally having caught his breath now that he was resting horizontally. “I should be with them.”

“They are more than capable. That tracking method that Isabelle figured out is really working. They should be able to find whoever did this and take them out.” Magnus assured him. He watched Jace mentally battle himself, trying to figure out what the best option was for himself and his siblings. Finally he seemed to give up, probably knowing that his feverish brain and body wouldn’t cooperate long enough to even get him out the front door.

“Isabelle is so smart.” Jace mumbled. His eyes were glazed over a bit, his vision cast in the direction of the far left wall. His fever was making him a little out of it.

“That she is.” Magnus agreed, casting a cooling spell over Jace’s body. He watched Jace visibly relax, his stiff posture melting away. His fists unclenched. “Good boy. Just relax.”

“What’s that light?” Jace asked, his hand moving up to point vaguely in the direction of the far wall.

“Hmm?” Magnus wasn’t entirely paying attention. He was trying to remember the potion he had for fevers that wouldn’t make Jace any more zoned out than he already was. There was one with werewolf claw, Dravak scales, but did he have enough scales? He would have to check the–

“Magnus what is that?” Jace interrupted his thoughts again, persistently pointing at the wall. Magnus glanced up and felt his heart sink when he saw the gleaming red light on the wall.

“Oh no.” He muttered, standing up.

His far wall was made up of a collection of nearly two-hundred little glass vials. Each vial represented a Downworlder that he cared about, containing a piece of identification that Magnus hexed specifically so that he could keep track of them and how they were doing. They contained fingernail clippings, fur, scales, anything. And when one of his Downworlders wasn’t doing well, their vial lit up red.

He hurried over and pulled the glowing vial off the wall, his heart sinking when he saw the contents: a few wispy strands of brown hair.


“Jace, have you seen Simon recently?” Magnus asked, already pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts. The Shadowhunter looked much more alert now, and he sat up straighter against his pillow.

“Not in a few nights. Why? What’s wrong?”

“He might be in trouble.” Magnus murmured worriedly. He looked over at Jace, whose face was clenched with pain and pressure from sitting upright again. “Lay down, blondie. It’s alright.”

He called Simon, pacing the length of his living room as the phone rang and rang and rang. Voicemail. Magnus pressed the call button again, refusing to give up. Nothing. Panic was beginning to swell in his stomach as he pressed call again.

“Just stay there, Jace.” Magnus said soothingly as he began to conjure a portal with his free hand. “I’ll be right back.”

“Is he okay?” Jace asked, sounding alarmed.

“We’ll see.” Magnus murmured, stepping through the portal. He was spit out into the boat house, which he’d only seen once when he’d taken Simon home from India. The place was considerably more spruced up now than it had been, which only served to make Magnus a little sad. He didn’t want Simon to have to make an old boathouse into a home.

He looked around, spotting Simon’s buzzing phone on a pea green chair in the makeshift living room that Simon had made. He moved forward, noticing with horror that Simon was on the floor, curled up behind the chair with a blanket wrapped around his body.

He was shivering noticeably, and there was blood around his mouth. Magnus looked to the side and saw a pool of blood on the ground, presumably where Simon had been sick.

Magnus tentatively put a hand to Simon’s shoulder, and the young vampire flinched.

“It’s just me, Simon.” Magnus whispered. “It’s Magnus.”

“M–Magnus.” Simon all but whimpered. “S’mthing’s wrong.”

“Don’t worry, darling.” Magnus pulled him gently up into a sitting position. He stretched his arms under Simon’s shoulders and knees and carefully lifted him. The fledgling’s skin was hot, hotter than a vampire’s should be. Magnus had no idea what was afflicting him, because it was pretty difficult to make a vampire sick. “We’re going to my place, okay? We’re going through a portal. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

Simon clutched at Magnus’ shirt tightly, and the warlock took that as a sign that he was ready. He hurried to the portal and stepped through, aware the entire time of Simon’s state.

Jace had not laid back down, and when he saw Simon he attempted to stand up entirely.

“Is he okay? What the hell happened?” Jace prodded. He had to lean heavily against the arm of the couch to keep himself steady, and Magnus had to stop to think. He needed access to his potions, which were already set out on the coffee table. Both boys should be laying down, but Simon needed it more.

“Jace, sit.” He instructed, pointing at the armchair adjacent from the sofa. He eased Simon down to the now vacated sofa, untangling the blanket from his body and laying it neatly over him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Jace pressed.

“I don’t know yet.” Magnus murmured, praying to God that Jace would just shut up and let him sort things out. He put a hand to Simon’s cheek, trying to get the boy to stir. “Simon? Come on, sunshine, wake up.”

His eyelids flickered open and struggle to stay that way. Magnus pressed a palm to Simon’s forehead and winced, trying to piece everything together in his head. Vampires only ran fevers when they were injured or poisoned by tainted blood. He didn’t see any outward injuries on Simon, and he was pretty sure Simon knew better than to just drink any blood he found.

“Simon, where did you get the last blood you drank?” Magnus asked, shaking his shoulder slightly to make him more alert.

“Raphael.” Simon rasped.

Simon and Raphael were on better terms now, having talked everything out and reached a tentative peace treaty. Raphael still wasn’t crazy about Simon, but he was supplying him blood and making sure he was safe. Magnus knew that Raphael would never give Simon, or really any innocent vampire, poisoned blood. So what was it?

“What hurts?” Magnus asked, resorting to his go-to question when he wasn’t sure what was wrong.

“Everything.” Simon croaked weakly. He was curled up into a tight ball, a hand pressed flat to his midsection. “It’s like a burning–everywhere. Happened really suddenly.”

“Sounds like what happened with me.” Jace remarked softly, and Magnus looked up to meet his gaze. He was right. The symptoms, the fever, the pain. It was all the exact same situation that he’d been in an hour earlier with Jace.

“Simon,” Magnus put a hand to his face again and forced him awake. “Did anyone have access to your blood? Anyone except Raphael? Or did anyone you didn’t know get anywhere near you in the last twenty-four hours?”

“No.” Simon mumbled. “Stayed at the boathouse. All day. Got my blood straight from R–Raphael. I’m cold, Magnus.”

“Here.” Jace tossed the blanket that was draped over the armchair to Magnus, who covered Simon with it. “Magnus, maybe it’s the same thing?”

“It can’t be.” Magnus muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “You were poisoned because someone infiltrated the Institute. Someone is after you, probably someone working for Valentine. They had a plan and they executed it. Why would someone poison Simon? And how would they even know how to find him?”

Jace shook his head, clearly as puzzled as Magnus. He absentmindedly wiped at his forehead, and Magnus noticed the pink tint to his cheeks. He waved his hand to cast another cooling spell, the first one clearly having worn off.

And then Simon relaxed on the couch, the flush to his face fading.

“Hey,” Magnus sat up straighter, “the cooling spell just worked on him.”

“What?” Jace mumbled. “Did it like, get onto him too?”

“That’s not how it works.” Magnus said. He watched in wonderment as Simon kicked the blanket away, now shivering with the added coolness. “Uh. So. Simon, when did the pain start?”

“Coupl’a hours ago.”

Magnus nearly laughed. “It’s the blood. He can feel what you feel.”

“No way.”

“The pain, the spell.” Magnus counted them off on his fingers. “You’re connected now. He can feel what you feel.”

There was a silence. Jace seemed to accept this, sitting back in his chair and simply shutting his eyes. He was probably to exhausted to think much about the situation. Simon’s eyelids flickered open again and he looked in Jace’s direction.

“Please don’t get poisoned again.”

Alec returned in the morning, and Magnus showed him his discovery. He had both boys sleeping in one of the wide four-poster beds in the guest room. They didn’t put up much of a fight about sharing a bed, considering they were both exhausted and sick. Plus, Magnus expected there was something that linked the boys that was a bit stronger than the shared blood.

“So it’s like Simon is your parabatai now, too!” Magnus teased, nudging Alec.

“No. Nope. It’s not.”

Simon slept for a long time, and when he woke up he was still clearly feeling shaky. But he was coherent enough to talk, which was an improvement from the night before.

Magnus had him propped up on the couch, sipping blood through a Sonic cup, while he explained the entire link as well as he could. Simon seemed unphased.

“Look, Jace is very reckless.” Magnus told Simon. “So you’re going to be in pain probably like, a lot. And when that happens you need to call me, rather than just laying on the floor of the boathouse. Alright?”

“I didn’t wanna bother you.” Simon said with a half-hearted shrug. “Like everyone always does.”

“It’s not a bother to take care of my family.” Magnus promised, running a hand through Simon’s hair. “Call me next time, sunshine. Alright?”

Simon rolled his eyes at the pet name, but he nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go back to bed, okay?”

“No problem. You can pick any guest room you’d like, I just put you with Jace last night for convenience.”

Simon nodded and got up, and Magnus watched him shuffle into the room that Jace still slept in. He peeked in a few minutes later and smiled when he saw the boys curled up together, the same peaceful expression on both their faces.

Babybones Headcanons

Motherfucking 2 am inspiration how come I can’t use you for papers or anything in my askbox


-Was actually more energetic when he was a kid. I mean he was still pretty drowsy, but less likely to fall asleep in the middle of something

-He was always right where he shouldn’t be. Gaster trying to hide presents? Sans is in that closet with a big innocent grin. “’Sup?”

-Prefers to dress himself whenever possible. Likes clothes that are three times too big. Also wearing anything of Gaster’s, especially his giant t-shirts

-He asks a lot of questions, usually about stuff that people don’t want to tell him


-Very smiley, even as a baby he had the biggest grin imaginable whenever he was in a room with someone he liked. And he liked almost everybody. One of the easiest babysitting jobs

-Very very modest, he stopped letting even his brother and dad see him without clothes on when he was five. He learned how to bathe himself pretty quickly too.

-Fussy about clothing textures, he can’t go out if his shoes are too tight or his shirt feels weird or too loose. This carried over into adulthood, which is why he tends to wear the same clothes over and over. He knows they fit right.


-He was honestly kind of a sweet kid, if a little too distrustful. It would take him a while to warm up to somebody and even longer before he would leave them alone with Papyrus. Even Gaster, shitty as he was, was subject to this protectiveness. Whenever Asgore or someone else powerful came over he would find Sans constantly peeking in doorways to see if he was still okay

-Would break shit all the time because he couldn’t sit still and was constantly fidgeting with things. That’s why Gaster started teaching him mechanics. So he could fix it on his own without bothering him

-As a kid he was constantly chewing on things, whether on purpose or on accident. Especially small scraps of metal.

-He didn’t do it often but his unguarded smile is the brightest Underground


-So so bossy. Unless a person proved they could beat his ass he would tell them what to do no matter how much bigger they were. Sans did not help at all, he usually just went along with what his brother would say (albeit complaining a lot)

-He was a master of the mega tantrum

-He made up for slights with gifts. Even as a kid he had a hard time apologizing verbally and would usually just shove a gift (or occasionally a rushed hug) at whoever he had offended. A picture he colored, a rock he thought was cool, metal scraps for Sans….all shoved at his offendee with a blush and a mutter before scampering away again

-He had a hard time expressing his emotions and hated crying in front of people. He would normally let it all out in his room alone.


-On the go. He never stopped moving from the second he mastered rolling all the way up into walking and running and beyond. 

-He got away with so much shit when he was a kid, because he could always run away from the damage before anyone found it, and was after protected by his adorable face and “who, me?” eyes.

-He HATED cutesy nicknames, and was always very insistent that he be called Sans. 


-As opposed to Tale’s modesty, the trouble was keeping this little guy’s clothes on. He was always shedding clothing left and right, his hands were constantly down his pants or up his shirt, it was embarrassing to take him out in public

-Very salty as a kid, which got him into a lot of trouble

-When he was little he actually really resented Sans for getting all the attention. He got over it pretty quick though. And having a cute little brother as the face of your operations has its perks.


-Extremely possessive, of toys, clothes, brothers, babysitters, everything. His first word was “MINE” followed shortly after by “NO”. Papyrus was the only one he might (reluctantly) share with

-He wasn’t as bossy as Edge but when you went against him something of yours was generally broken within the next few minutes.

-Absolutely fearless. Which is why Syrup spent half his life dragging him out of fights he couldn’t win


-Old soul. From as young as three you could tell this was the kid who would always take the most weight

-For the love of hell let the child cook with you. Or help you do anything really. His face lights up. He liked feeling needed.

-Hoarded stuffed toys. He still has a few.

1997 [3]

Part 1, 2

Characters: Dean Winchester, twin sister!reader, Sam Winchester, characters from 4x13, OC characters.

Words: 1500

Tags: @daughters-and-winsisters @evyiione  @darkestgrungeuniverse @fabulouslycassie @delessapeace-blog @mariairwin666 @1amluke @saveprettydays @cookee50 @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @samanddeanshotsis

A/N: Just gonna clarify that this could be any town, I’m not thinking of anywhere specific while writing this. The episode ”After School Special”, where I’m taking names and characters and so on from — I’m using the setting — might take place in a certain town, I don’t remember, but yeah. My series doesn’t, it’s just a small town, that’s all.

Music suggestion: Tennis Court - Lorde (Again, I just listened to it while I wrote, and didn’t think of the lyrics, so yeah.)

Your name: submit What is this?

The beautiful thing with moving around and switching schools like you and your brothers did — was that you could become anyone. No one knew you from before, no one knew what you’ve been through — and they definitely didn’t know what your father did for a living either for that matter.

So, you were free to be whoever you liked, because the only ones who really knew you — the real you — were your family. Because, no one ever got to know you. Because, before you could make friends, true friends, you had to leave again. Just like Sammy had said.

Dean usually hung around the ”cool” kids. With his sarcasm and charisma, he had no problem with getting people to laugh. And for some reason, he was popular with the girls too. You didn’t understand that one.

Sometimes, you joined Dean and hung out with those crowds. But, other times, you went a different way. You tried out hanging with almost every type of group that existed in high school.

It was just that you didn’t bother this time. This time, as you said to yourself, you were going to keep to yourself. It would spare you energy, and then it wouldn’t be hard at all to leave. There would be nothing to miss.

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