they look like gossiping teenage girls

Pain Split || Peter Parker x Reader [[soulmate au]]

{soulmate au where you and your soulmate share each other’s pain…however there is one extra catch: evidence of their injuries may show up on your body as well… (this mainly applies to bruises, open wounds and broken bones are never shown, but they can still be felt by your soulmate)}

Here’s the promised soulmate au for Peter ;w;

peter parker is my waifu and i will never stop writing for him ;w; he’s such a gr8 boyfriend material that i swear i’m falling more in love with him every time i see him.

i’m so hyped for homecoming man, sooooo hyped [♥]

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**


A shot of red hot pain felt blooming across your abdomen forces you to wake up in the middle of the night. You let out an involuntary groan, lifting up your oversized shirt to see what was wrong.

Upon seeing the ugly purple and blue bruise spread out across the wide expanse of your skin, you whimper and gently touch at the surface. When you applied a bit of pressure to the unknown bruise, you felt yourself jolt in response, making you nearly cry out at experiencing the intense pain.

Just who the hell was your soulmate and what were they doing each night?

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sophiiemead  asked:

hey i love your writing! it's really amazing! could you write something about archie seeing betty and jughead together through his window and going over there to confront them and being really confused and a little mad?

Thanks so much! Here you go, hope you like it! 

A/N: Part 2 to the fic I wrote about Betty’s friends finding out about her relationship with Jughead. Part 1 can be found here. Also, I left it kind of open-ended in case anyone wanted a part 3 lol. Just let me know. 

“Archie!” Kevin sprinted across the Cooper’s front lawn, nearly toppling into a bush as he tripped over a crack in the pavement leading up to the front porch. “You can’t just barge in there like the angsty teenage police brigade, Mrs. Cooper will slice you up into a million little pieces and serve your for dinner. It’ll be her own homegrown version of Delicatessen and she’ll love every freakin’ second of it!”

“She’s not even here, Kevin,” Archie pointed out, turning on his heel and gesturing towards the empty driveway.“Her car’s gone. And do you really think Betty would risk having a boy in her room while her mother’s around? She’s too smart for that.”

“Well what are you going to do, Archie?” Kevin sighed, stepping in front of him to block his path to the door. “March into her room like the macho man jealous ex-boyfriend? Well newsflash my friend, but you and Betty aren’t together. You never were. So why are you acting like this?”

“I don’t know, I just…” Archie furrowed his brow in frustration, bringing his fingers up to massage his temples as if to get rid of a headache. “I just need to talk to them, okay?”

“Fair enough,” Kevin muttered, stepping back to gesture towards the door with one hand. “But would you at least knock like a civilized human being, please, and take the testosterone level down like fifty notches?”

“I can do that,” Archie agreed, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a faint smile.

“Thank you,” Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he waited for Archie to make his move. “Now, go on, I haven’t had a chance to binge watch Gossip Girl today and could really use my daily dose of teenage drama.”

Archie exhaled a nervous breath as he lifted his fist to pound loudly on the wooden door. He and Kevin exchanged a curious look as they heard padded footsteps making their way through the house and into the foyer. A second later the door swung open to reveal a sock-footed Betty wearing a mixed look of shock and horror to go with her classic slicked back ponytail.

“Uh, hi, Arch!” Betty stammered, her eyes wide with panic as she met her long-time friend’s gaze with a look of confusion. “And Kevin, you’re here too! What a surprise! What are you, um, what are you doing here?”

“We saw your little, Fifty Shades of Pillow Fights make-out sesh with our snarky, yet surprisingly lovable pal Jughead Jones III, from Archie’s window,” Kevin explained, narrowing his eyes at Betty and pointing a stern finger in her face. “You’ve been found out, Betty Cooper.”

“What? Um, that’s crazy, I don’t know what you’re…” Betty’s words came out rushed and jumbled before she realized she was doing little to convince her friends that she had not been participating in the acts she was accused of. “I’m really sorry we didn’t say anything earlier. We were going to, I swear, it just never seemed like the right time.”

“We had a deal, remember?” Kevin reminded her, his face contorting into a look of faux-hurt and anger. “Never leave Kevin out of the good gossip. And this, I mean come on, this is better than that time Cheryl got that football coach from Greendale arrested for-”

“Well, well,” A familiar voice coming from the doorway stopped Kevin in his tracks and they all turned to find Cheryl Blossom, accompanied by the unlikely pairing of Veronica Lodge standing by her side. “Isn’t this cozy. Looks like we missed the invitation for this little powwow you all seem to be having. It’s like the live-action version of Scooby-Doo, but instead of Sarah Michelle Gellar we get Betty Cooper. What a downgrade.”

“Hey, B, hope you don’t mind us stopping by,” Veronica greeted her friends as she stepped into the house, ignoring Cheryl’s snide comment and turning to smile at Betty. “Cheryl and I were thinking about this new cheer routine that we thought the vixens would totally rock and-”

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Betty, I really have to talk to you,” Archie chimed in from behind the group, taking a step forward to place a hand on Betty’s arm. “Can we go somewhere a little less… Crowded?”

“Sure, let’s go into the kitchen,” Betty suggested, smiling politely at her unexpected guests and turning in the opposite direction to lead Archie into the kitchen.  

“Can I get you anything?” Betty asked, gesturing to the refrigerator stocked full of the finest foods that Riverdale had to offer. “Soda, juice, those disgusting cheese-flavored corn chips that you love-”

“Betty, how could you keep your relationship with Jughead a secret from me?” Archie’s voice rose above Betty’s, causing her to turn to him with with wide eyes. Having known him since they were kids, she had very rarely heard this sort of tone from her friend.

“We weren’t keeping it a secret, Archie, we just decided not to tell anyone yet,” Betty explained, coming around the counter to face Archie.

“I thought I was your best friend,” Archie reasoned, his voice dropping to a much softer tone. “There was a time when we could tell each other anything. What happened?”

“We grew up, Arch,” Betty shrugged, leaning her arm against the counter’s surface to meet Archie’s gaze with a leveled expression. “And I’m sorry, but this didn’t really have anything to do with you, okay? You’re right, you’re my best friend, but my relationship, whomever it might be with, is none of your business until I’m ready to share it with you.”

“I just want you to be happy, Betty,” Archie breathed, his brows knitting together in concern.

“Okay, well, I am happy,” Betty assured him. “Jughead makes me happier than I’ve been in a long time. He’s the one who’s been there for me through everything happening with Polly and the baby and my parents. He was here with me, while you’ve been working on your music and football and dealing with the whole Grundy situation.”

“I know,” Archie mumbled, his eyes dropping to the tiled floor. “I know I haven’t been around much, but-”

“But nothing,” Betty finished for him. “We’re growing up, Archie, and we’ve moved on to doing our own thing. So if you really believe what you just told me, and you want me to be happy, then I want you to let this go and accept that Jughead and I are together.”

“Okay,” Archie said after a moment, his voice barely making it above a whisper. “You’re right. I didn’t have any right to get upset about you not telling me about this. I just… I really miss the way things used to be, you know? Now everything’s changing and I don’t really know how to deal with it.”

“I’m still here for you, Arch,” Betty assured him, reaching up to pull him into a hug. “Always.”

Once they pulled back from the hug, Betty and Archie turned to see the rest of their friends emerging from the living room to make their way into the kitchen.

“Okay, now that all of that is settled,” Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, weaving his way through the group to stand in front of Betty. “Can you please tell poor Jughead that it’s safe to come out of hiding and join us? I’m just picturing him crouched in your closet with his little beanie, wondering when his next meal is gonna be.”

“Jughead, get down here!” Betty called up to her room, smiling at all the faces looking at her with curious expressions. “We’re going to Pop’s!”

A moment later, they heard hurried footsteps coming down the stairs before a disgruntled Jughead stood before them in the doorway leading into the kitchen.

Jughead turned to his friends, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets as he leaned against the doorframe. “Just so I’m caught up, everyone here knows that we’re-”

“Yes!” The group shouted in unison, rolling their eyes as if hearing that Betty and Jughead were now an item was old news.

“Alright, well who’s buying?” Jughead asked. “Because I was stuck in Betty’s closet for a good twenty minutes and I’m completely famished.”

“Told ya,” Kevin mumbled as he passed Betty, leading the way out of the kitchen. Betty let the rest of her friends pass, pulling on Jughead’s sleeve to hold him back before they joined the rest of their friends.

“So is everything…” Jughead trailed off, turning to place either hand on Betty’s shoulders.

“Everything’s great,” she finished for him. “We’re together, our friends are happy for us, and now we get to go eat celebratory burgers. What more could you ask for?”

“This.” Without another word, Jughead took Betty’s face in his hands and met her lips with a soft kiss.

“I could get used to that,” Betty whispered into his ear, reaching up to let her hands slide gently across his cheek.

As Betty laced her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace, Jughead lifted his head to see the boy who he once called his best friend staring at the couple as if they were complete strangers. And although it was faint, almost undetectable from a faraway glance, Jughead could see that Archie was looking at them with a look of something he had never seen from him before. Archie Andrews was jealous, and the fact that Jughead was with Betty Cooper and Archie wasn’t, was the reason for it. 

*That red-haired high school bully to me* “You aren’t even pretty enough to rape.” *Me* “Sure. I suppose. But you ain’t desirable enough to have sex with either. The ginger pubes and all. And Siobhan said you were shit it in bed. We girls gossip and laugh about you. Behind your back. Don’t you know that?” Then I giggled in the most obnoxious manner possible.

“She didn’t say that.”

“Sure she did. You know she did.”

Then he gave me a look I will never quite forget. For a split second, he looked absolutely murderous.

In hindsight, I might have crossed a line. But I was only 17. And he seemed like the worst person ever. 

Assorted Star Wars Headcanons

thecaptainphasma These are for you!

1. Mace Windu like animals a great deal more than he likes people.  If he was not a Jedi he’d have, like 17 voorpaks and something large and carnivorous.

2.  Anakin is vegetarian when he has the choice.  Growing up on tattooine, he didn’t get much meat and still has trouble digesting it.

3. Obi-Wan’s beard looked hilarious when it was first growing in.  It looked even more hilarious with his hair coming back in after the Rako Hardeen Arc.

4. Clones have all kinds of secret codes and signals they’ve invented for dealing with Jedi.  Cody invented “Code H”  for “The general has a massive hangover again.”

5.  Yoda and Mace absolutely gossip like teenage girls about everyone.  Friends don’t judge each other.  They Judge other people.  Together.

6. Padme was class president in 4th grade.  The office didn’t exist prior to her coming to school.  That’s the level of political organization we’re talking here.

7. Rex keeps a running tally on the ships Anakin has destroyed by shooting them down vs Ships Anakin has destroyed by crashing them.  The ratio is not favorable.

8. Wolffe will eat literally anything that slows down and enjoys hunting for food.  A visitor to the troop inquired as to what was to be served for dinner, only to be interrupted by a loud animal screech.

“Whatever that was.” Said the shiny.

9. Plo takes his troops to the opera, art galleries, festivals ANYTHING to get them involved in the local culture and expand their truncated  life experiences. Wolffe is secretly more interested in these than he pretends to be.  He likes Modern art and cotton candy.

Convalescence Pt.6

Tuesday 28th June 2017.

“Why do we have to have separate sessions?” Owen asked as he sat down with Tim alone in his office.

“Sometimes, there are certain things that we feel we cannot say because the person we’re trying not to hurt is in the room too,” Tim answered simply, pulling out the notes he took from the last session, “Now, how did the exercise go?”

Owen smirked. “We kissed on Sunday.”

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hannahriley12  asked:

Can you do 8 ad 5 on list number 3 for Liam. Where he's stressed about being a werewolf and reader comforts him

“Li” you said, opening your door to him with furrowed eyebrows. “Urm, what’re you doing here… Not that I don’t want you here, I just wasn’t expecting you, that’s all” you said, ushering him in out of the cold. “Werewolf stuff” he mumbled in response. “Oh… Scotty! Liam’s here to talk to you!” you called up the stairs to your older brother, hearing him open his bedroom door.

“NO” Liam burst out. “I mean no… I wanted to talk to you” he said quieter, knowing Scott was listening in and had gone back into his room to ‘study’ which was really just him and Stiles and gossiping like teenage girls.

“Come on” you said, leading Liam to your room across from Scott’s, shutting your door behind you and falling into your back on your bed next to Liam. “So what’s up Li” you asked, turning you head to look at him, seeing he was doing the same thing.

“I don’t like this…The whole being a werewolf thing, just hurts too much” he said, his voice sad and solemn. “Can you hold me” he whispered, as if he were ashamed. “Of course I can Li, as long as we have each other, everything’ll be alright, promise”

“See, Y/n, that’s the thing, if I loose you, I-I don't even know what I’d do because your my whole world and it would crush Scott, too” he said, sitting up and pulling of his shirt and jeans, watching as you stripped down to your shorts and pulled on one of his shirts left there by him. He lay back down, this time facing you, one of your arms draped over his waist, tracing patterns on his back, he pulled you closer, reaching out and running his thumb over your cheek so softly you almost didn’t feel it.

“You’re not gonna loose me Liam, you couldn’t get rid of me that easy” you mumbled in response, your breath tickling his neck and collar bone as you giggled, your other hand going to play with his hair.

“You’re damn right about that, no ones gonna hurt you, no while I’m around” Liam added confidently. About to speak up once more when Scott popped his head into the room. “I can confirm no one will be hurting you because I’m your older brother, my job is to protect you and I’m a true alpha, with a pack, anyone who wants you will have to go through me, Malia, Lydia, Mom, Parrish, Derek, Braeden, Chris, Kira, Liam, hell, even Allison’s ghost would be here protecting you bec-” Scott was interrupted when a shout came from his room. “Hey! Me too! I have a bat!” Stiles voice came, making you laugh.

“And Liam, I trust you with my little sister, treat her good and no sex until your married, even then, no sex”

You groaned and hit your face in the pillow as laughter echoed through the house from everyone, the pack, who you hadn’t even know were over all laughing as your face got redder and redder.

“I guess we have it good sometime eh, all you need is a lot of love, and we’ve got plenty of that”

Thought You Loved Me [2] [Seth Rollins]

part 1


part two of thought you loved me? it’s been months since the incident and seth keeps trying to win her back. roman helps her get revenge on him by always doing couple-y stuff in front of seth and roman and the girl end up having real feelings for each other? thanks boo!! love ur blog ;) 

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“I feel so bad,” you murmured, pressing a hand against your face to hide the evident redness of your cheeks. Roman and you, being the devious, pranking friends that the two of you were, decided that Seth deserved to have a taste of his own medicine. He’d fucked the two of your over, in more ways than one, and it only felt right that you and Roman served a little payback.

Roman laughed. “Just go with it. Seth deserves what’s coming for him. He’s done so much for it to have not bitten him in the ass already,”

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Battle of the Warrior Princesses.

Another dark!elsanna one shot. More battle than romance - I’ve been rereading Gates of Fire (an excellent book by Steven Pressfield). I like the idea of doing these as quick one shots in patronustrip’s new dark!elsanna universe. Do you like the structure or do you want to see more smut? 

People of all the realms whispered of Queen Elsa of Arendelle’s dark magics but the best soldiers and warriors spoke with hushed fear instead of her sister and consort. She took only the title of Queen’s Champion but she was also known as the Princess of Blades. Her duelling record was impeccable but it was when Arendelle went to war that the world really experienced her fury. 

Anna struggled to find her footing on the ground which was slick with blood soaked dirt. All around her, her men lay dead or dying. Her treasured blades were broken in battle hours ago or was it minutes. Time seemed to flow erratically during battle. Anna’s hands groped around trying to find a weapon that was usable. 

The ambush had happened so fast. They warned her the kingdom of Corona was not to be taken lightly. She had just laughed thinking of Arendelle’s easy victory over the Southern Islands. Ten fists of Corona heavy infantry had flanked Anna’s vanguard and decimated them under the cover of night. Morning was breaking  and Anna was sure that the knights of Corona would be looking for her head to put on a spike. She did not want to go down easily. 

The fighting had been so hard that the only weapon Anna could find that was remotely usable was a spear with a broken haft. The pointy end was still sharp though. Anna smiled grimly. It was a fixer upper but it would have to do. She could hear isolated patches of combat as the forces of Corona mopped up the remnants of Anna’s army. She was just glad she wouldn’t see the disappointment in her sister’s eyes at her failure. She would die on her feet fighting for Elsa rather than run away. 

Anna’s face was crusted with dried blood. She guessed it was hers because of the dull pain across her temple after a blade had torn her helm from her head. Her armour was dented and battered and she gripped her broken spear. There were precious few felled enemies nearby. It seemed like Corona’s surprise attack was brutally effective. Anna didn’t dare call out as she was sure the only people that would hear her were the enemy.

“Is that you under that filth, Princess Anna?” a voice called out from behind her. It was that bitch Rapunzel. The two had met a lifetime ago at Elsa’s coronation. They had both swapped the pretty dresses for blades and armour. Rapunzel sat on horseback in immaculate plated armour. At her side were a dozen of Corona’s House Guard who chuckled from their warhorses like gossiping teenager girls. 

Anna snarled in response. Mentally calculating the chance that she could drag the bimbo from her horse and wipe the smile from Rapunzel’s face with her fists. They were not good. “Blondie, why don’t you come down off your pretty horse and say that to my face.” Anna gripped her improvised weapon angrily, her knuckles were white where they weren’t shredded. 

To her surprise Rapunzel began to dismount. Anna must have looked worse than she thought. People that knew about her should be scared of her. Rapunzel was acting like every man who had underestimated Anna in the arena. The blonde wielded a gleaming gilded sword and a polished shield. She looked like a warrior princess from a children’s story. Anna was the reality. Battered and bleeding with a body that roared in pain at every step.

More Corona soldiers had arrived surrounding Anna. At least they respected her enough to give her a wide berth. The ring of shields and steel created a makeshift arena. Anna’s eyes quickly darted over the ground looking for something that could give her an advantage. The only thing she noticed was the handle of a sword that had its blade shorn off. It looked like Anna would have only one shot at defeating Rapunzel. Battlefield duels were without much pageantry as the two princesses squared off against each other.    

Rapunzel at least feared Anna enough to be hesitant of taking the first move despite the advantage her sword and shield gave her. Anna tensed her muscles and pushed herself into action charging the blonde and throwing all her strength into guiding her spear at the slit in Rapunzel’s helmet while taking a flying leap. She had one shot at this.

Time slowed down as Anna could see the spear make its journey towards its target. Nobody had defeated Anna. She could do this. She realised the roar she could hear was her own.

She was too slow. 

Rapunzel caught the spear on her shield and easily deflected it. Anna glanced off the armoured warrior falling to the ground. Desperately trying to scrabble to her feet as Rapunzel’s sword whistled down at her. Reflexes from hundreds of fights meant Anna was able to throw herself backwards barely evading the blade. She could see Rapunzel’s blue eyes harden as she drew back her blade again. Anna’s hand found the handle of the broken blade she’d seen earlier. Perhaps that was a chance. She might at least make some of the Corona soldiers laugh by trying to parry with no blade.

The golden blade again came for Anna. Time lengthened the seconds, Anna lifted the handle upwards in her foolish attempt to buy a few more moments of breath. To share the world Elsa walked in as long as possible.

Rapunzel’s eyes widened as her blade shattered on the ice of Anna’s. 

Anna smiled as she saw the sharp hard ice grow from the useless handle. 

Elsa had arrived.

Rapunzel had staggered back, this time she was the one with the useless handle. Energised knowing that her Queen was near, Anna closed the gap on Rapunzel and slashed at her helmet. The flurry of blows forced Rapunzel to her knees desperately blocking with her shield and gauntlets. 

Anna stood over Rapunzel panting. The blonde looked up at her face wet with blood. Anna was not known for mercy.

Looking side to side Anna saw that an icy mist had descended obscuring all but her and her defeated opponent. She could hear terrible sounds in the mist as she could only imagine what Elsa had conjured to combat Corona’s best. 

The Ice Queen stepped out of the frigid mist. If Rapunzel looked like a Princess on the battlefield, Elsa looked like a goddess. Dressed in an elegant gown, her eyes twinkled as if she’d just heard a joke.  

“I see you’ve found a playmate, sister dear.” Elsa’s lips twisted in a cruel smile. “Can I join?” 

Mayday Part 7: A Hard Pair We Will Be

Your training is going exceptionally well and you are getting very strong. There seems to be surprises all around, especially from Tony and Bucky.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Rated R. Violence, swearing, implied smut, mental illness.

It took a few attempts, but Tony ended up making me some spectacularly effective gloves. The first pair, as we all know, shorted and knocked me out. Bruce told me I was lucky that I absorb power or the short might have stopped my heart. The second pair Tony made… well lets just say they were defective. One of them caught on fire on the first test run and I had to tear it off, ending up with a few burns on my right hand. The third try worked all right but if I gave them too much power, they’d fizzle out. It wasn’t until the fourth attempt that they were exactly right. Tony made me three pairs of them. We teasingly called them the “Mach 4, Mach 5, and Mach 6.”

Having this new found weapon at my disposal, not to mention being able to get rid of excess energy at will, gave me a new sense of confidence and purpose. I threw myself into training harder than I ever had. I was determined to be useful next time the team went anywhere; next time Bucky went anywhere and might be in danger. I knew he’d been a one man army, assassinating people, for the last 70 years, and that he was tough as nails, but now that we were sort of together, I felt protective over the guy.

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Me and my friends joke about my predilection for older men a lot but the more I think about it, the more I feel like it’s at least partly the media’s fault. In every “high school” show, we are presented with 25+ year old actors and told they’re 15/16/17. Aside from the issue of self-esteem, from a pubescent age we are presented with a grown ass adult and told that is what we should be attracted to.

Let’s look at some TV “teenagers”:

Sebastian “Thirst trap of my heart” Stan as Carter Baizen on Gossip Girl at 23

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Crystal Reed as Allison Argent on Teen Wolf: Aged 26

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Cory Monteith (RIP) on Glee at 27 years old

Bianca Lawson on Pretty Little Liars AT 31 YEARS OLD (Granted she’s immortal but still)

This is what I’m showed my crushes should look like. So is it any surprise that the message stuck?

Is it any surprise that when given

Tom Holland, aged 19, exactly my age, I just think he looks like a fetus and I’m beyond not into it?