this book caught my attention so i had to buy it

Cheap Thrills (reader x Bucky Oneshot)

Characters: reader, Natasha, Sam, Clint, Tony, Bucky, OC Mark. 

Summary: A bet within the Avengers becomes a battle of the sexes, with you at the center of it. Who will be victorious and could it somehow help you snag the man of your dreams? 

Song Inspiration: Cheap Thrills by Sia

Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times. 

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!! 

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Originally posted by luvinchris

“Uh uh. No way.”

“It’s true, trust me.”

“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.

Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”

It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.

“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.

Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.4]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


Jungkook was one of the only things on your mind for days. He’d kissed you… and then run off. At the end of the game he’d simply smirked at you, sending a wink your way before slinging an arm around Jimin and laughing as Jimin gloated about their victory.

You sighed, pushing your books into your locker. It was Friday and all you wanted to do was call Taehyung and have him bring snacks over to your house for a movie night.

You pushed your locker closed and jumped back at the figure that had been standing behind the door, blocked from your view.

“What the hell! Jungkook you can’t do shit like that,” you said, placing a hand over your heart as you looked at him.

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Lock and Key (M)

*I am so tired*

Requests: Anon asked “Can you make like a dirty y/n imagine of Jimin please??” + @bangtanofarmys asked “ FUCK FUCK FUCK OMG FINALLY SOMEONE’S REQUEST IS OPEN. Ok I want to request a rough Jimin smut, with daddy kink and stuff BECAUSE IM SO TIRED OF BEING REQUESTED AND NOT REQUEST T-T “ you’re so cute wtf 

Word Count: 10.8k bc I don’t know when to stop


Another mundane day has come to pass, your best friend’s arm slung over your shoulders as you soak up the blinding sunrays on your skin. The sun pressed harsh kisses on your delicate skin, a definite burn accompanied by heavy sweating was just the peak of your day. You could barely remember the words of your professor, zoned out and ready to slump into your couch for two days.

Anthropology was fun when you still had your first year jitters, excited to be in university and getting a degree in something you loved. Now, a few weeks into your second year, you wished the years would just pass by.

Distracted by your internal monologue, you barely caught the bus on time, the driver ready to zoom through traffic and you waved your hand out wildly to catch his attention. You stumbled into a seat, the bus moving no less than a second after you got on.

Mindlessly watching the street signs while numerous people leaving and entering the bus, you get off at the stop near your house. You kick off your shoes, dropping your bag on the shoe rack and you heard a broken sob.

“Mom? Dad?” You went into the kitchen, followed by a set of sniffling before going into the living room. Your father held your mother in a consoling way, her hands clinging onto his red sweater. She grabbed a tissue and blew into it.

“Mom? Why are you crying? What happened?”

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Everything Has Changed | Jughead Jones

Originally posted by alwayschach-sprouseblog


Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After six years away from Riverdale, you head back to live with your grandparents. The only thing on your mind is your old best friend Jughead Jones.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1570

A/N: BUCKLE YOURSELVES UP, FRIENDS. WE’RE IN FOR A LONG ONE. Well, maybe. We’ll see how it goes. There will definitely be a part two that’s for sure but let me know what you guys think <3

 PART TWO | PART THREE


Riverdale.

The town you grew up in. The town that held so many fond memories. The town that you’d been ripped away from when you were nine years old.

It was still your favourite place even though you’d spent the last six years in Los Angeles. Sure, the big city life was fun but it was nothing compared to the tight knit community of your little friendly town. Even though you’d only been young, you still remembered how everyone said hi when you passed by them or how the local diner always remembered your families order and especially how all the kids made sure nobody was left out. That was how you remembered Riverdale. Full of friendly, happy, kind people.

But, the stories you’d heard from your grandparents who still lived there told a whole different tale. Your friendly little town had changed the moment Jason Blossom had been murdered. Everyone in town was a suspect and the whole dynamic had changed. Riverdale was now surrounded by mystery and secrets which made you scared to go back.

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Here Comes Trouble

Summary: During a case with the Winchesters, things take a turn for the worse, and some secrets you’ve been hiding come to light.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: mentions of past smut, angst, pregnant reader, witches, injured Winchesters, character death, arguing, language, fluff

A/N: This fic is based on the prompt; “Reader hides her pregnancy so Dean won’t make her stop hunting yet, and when he finds out he is really pissed off” from a list @deanwinchesterxreader​ made a while back. 

As always, feedback is welcomed!

Your mind kept running back to the positive pregnancy test you’d stashed in your bottom drawer of your room the night before. It wasn’t that you were upset by the news, but you knew as soon as you came clean to the boys about the news- they’d stop you from hunting. You knew they’d become protective over you, worry about the future, and you also couldn’t bear the idea of Dean’s reaction to the fact you were carrying his baby. 

 You’d spent one heated night together after a rough hunt, you both needed to blow off some steam after going up against a group of vamps and coming out a little battered and bruised after eventually taking them out.

Usually, you and the Winchesters would blow off steam by heading to a bar and possibly finding random hook ups for the night, but on this particular case, Sam had stayed behind after getting injured in a previous hunt. Which meant it left you and Dean alone. You’d helped patch each other up and had a bottle of whiskey at hand, you weren’t in the mood to go out after the day you’d had, surprisingly Dean offered to stay in with you.

One thing lead to another and soon you were in a haze of  naked bodies kissing, touching, moving against each other in heated passion. The memory of him sent heat straight to your core, his perfect plump lips, his gorgeous body, his insanely talented mouth and not to mention his impressive-

“-Earth to Y/N.” Dean’s gruff voice pulled you from your daze. He furrowed his brows at you through the reflection of the rear view mirror as you sat in the back of the impala. “You alright?” He asked, the concern clear over his face. 

You ran a hand through your hair and nodded, “yeah, yeah I’m good.”.

You could tell by Dean’s face that he didn’t believe you, but he didn’t press any more about it as the three of you exited the car and headed for the victim’s house to talk to his wife. 

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It’s Hard to Balance | Part ii

Description: With her sudden separation from her mother, the Reader feels more free than she has ever been with her new family. Although, being a Stark is going to present a dozen other problems, one being that her secrets are going to be a little harder to keep. But with the missing half of the team her family assuring her she’s not alone, and her upcoming date with Peter Parker, things are really starting to look up.

Words: 3,263 (yikes)

Notes: I have no idea where this series is going, but I do know that it’s fun to write.

Characters: Michelle “MJ” Jones, Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff, Ned Leeds, Flash Thompson.

Ships: Avengers x Superpowered!Reader, Peter Parker x Superpowered!Reader

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THREE MONTHS LATER

“Yeah,” You said softly into the phone,”Tony’s adopting me. She gave me up as soon as they told her.” The memory of your mother’s disbelieving hiss echoed in your mind, ringing louder and louder,”Starling.” She scoffed,”Yes, I’m sure my disappointment of a daughter is a superhero. Funny.”

Steve silenced her voice with his own,”Look on the bright side,” He suggested, deep voice not quite real over the phone,”You’ll have everything you’ll ever need with Tony. He loves you, I love you, the whole team loves you. You’re basically our kid, and now it’s just in official writing.”

You sniffled,”Yeah, that’s true. He keeps shoving the idea of a vacation to Hawaii in my face. It’s nice, though I would rather stay here and protect the city.” You could hear your mentor and older brother smile crookedly, the cold telephone even colder against your face in the winter weather,”And I’m guessing you’re staying in school? Figured Tony would want you homeschooled…”

“For stupid reasons, but yes.” You laughed, pulling your sweater tighter around your figure.”Hey, that’s good! School’s important, even if you’re staying there for stupid reasons.” Steve reminded, background voices on the other end becoming louder. Before the phone was taken from him, you asked tentatively,”How is he?”

Sighing out of his nose, Steve thought of his best friend,”He’s still under. But they’ve figured out a way to repair his memories while he’s sleeping. By the time he wakes up, he’ll be the man I knew before.” You smiled, elated to hear the news,”Perfect. You guys wake him up every once in awhile, right? Tell him I said hi.” You requested.”Sure thing. Here, Wanda wants to talk to you.” There was a small commotion on the other end as people argued over who would talk to you next, and you grinned, bigger than you’d ever grinned in months. So this is what it felt like to have a family that loved you.

Wanda laughed,”<Star!>” In Sokovian as soon as the phone came into her hands. You laughed with her, face brightening,”<Sister!>” You responded just as eagerly. She grinned proudly,”You have been learning more, I see.” You went on to explain you had a school project involving foreign countries. You’d chosen Sokovia and researched more words to impress her.

“Vell, I’m definitely impressed. How are things vith that cute boy you like?” Wanda pried, accent coming through in her vibrant excitement. You flushed, remembering the events that were to take place soon,”Okay, um, don’t tell anyone… but… I may have a date with him in a few days.” You admitted. She emitted a loud, happy squeal,”Oh, Y/N! The next time ve speak, you are telling me everything!”

After you relayed to Clint how his family was doing, informed Sam that you had eaten all of his snacks, and assured that Scott’s daughter was fine, you walked the rest of the way to school. You’d never been happier.

You got a package today, kid. - Tonironi

And why is my name Tonironi on your phone? Lame. - Tonironi

You retrieved your new Stark Tech phone from your pocket, the next song on your playlist beginning as you answered the message. You finished typing it as soon as your shoes hit the grass of the football field, a passing group of girls looking in your direction and whispering frantically. News had spread quickly that you were being adopted by Tony Stark, the mystery of Starling’s secret identity unraveling with the story.

Who from? And if someone read my texts and saw your real name, they’d freak. - You

You ducked as a football sailed over your head, nearly striking a band kid in the face. This brought laughter from the popular portion of the crowd heading inside the building. You pulled out your earbuds and put them away, taking your usual route to get to your locker. You paused at the mural at the entrance, painted by the Art Club a few years before you came to the school. Einstein, Tesla, and many others coated the walls.

It doesn’t have a name or return address, just the Wakandan seal. - Tonironi

And hey! I made that phone myself! It’s got a passcode, fingerprint identification, retinal scanner, and like 2,000 other things! No one is going to break in and read your texts - Tonironi

You stared at the mural, at the faces of Abraham Erskine and Howard Stark. To think, you knew three people who had met each of them. But you had to double take at the text, The Wakandan seal? This had to be what Sam mentioned on the phone; in Wakanda, it was customary to welcome an adopted child into the family with a care package. Sam also added,”We hid something for you in there. They’re not gonna find it, so you’ll have to.”

Knowing Tony was already having a security team go through it, you nodded, hoping that this wouldn’t get your family caught. You weren’t sure if you wanted them found or not, either.

Gotta head to class, Tony. See you soon. - You

You smiled at the following text,

Stay safe, kid. Have a good day. - Tonironi

You replied with a quick you too, before nearly walking into the person at your locker.”Texting a boy?” MJ guessed, closing her copy of The Manchurian Candidate. You made a face as you entered your combination into the lock,”Ew, no. I was texting my…” You stopped, trying to consider what to call Tony,”… Dad.”

“Tony Stark, right? Because that’s what everyone’s been saying.” MJ said “Tony Stark” like it was a joke, smirking as she raised an eyebrow. You deposited your books inside your locker, breath catching in your throat once you saw the note. Pretending it wasn’t there, you took it and your books and folded them into your arms.

“Yeah, it’s… my month’s been crazy, MJ.” You summarized, indicating you’d tell her at lunch. She trailed you down the hall, the first bell ringing,”You’re shitting me. I thought you were joking when you said your mom kicked you out.”

“Yeah, well, she did. They told her, and she didn’t want me.” You whispered to her. A boy ran into your shoulder, dodging around you without an apology. MJ flipped him off as you kept walking in tandem,” She knows you’re Lumin?” MJ hissed. You jogged up the steps, the pressure bookbag against your shoulder nothing in comparison to the pressure you’d face as a Stark. You nodded solemnly, looking straight forward at the incoming stairs.

“She gave me up immediately. Tony rushed in, and his lawyers took care of it all like it was nothing. The papers will go in on Friday, and then I’ll be Y/N Stark-L/N.” You gave her a soft smile,”It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, to be honest.”

MJ observed your expression, allowing a proud smirk to come over her features,”I’m happy for you. Finally got away from that witch.” You let out an angry sigh at the thought of your mother, adjusting your grip on your books,”Don’t even get me started. For the rest of my life, it’ll be Stark this and Stark that, and I couldn’t be happier.”

“But don’t you know what this means?” MJ’s eyebrows furrowed in concern,”Everyone’s going to make the connection. By next week, everyone will know who you are.”

“No, he’s got a plan, I think. The government would never let him reveal information like that, and Natasha promised me that she’d do anything to protect my identity.” Michelle pushed open the door to your first-morning class, shoulders slouching,”You’re still going to turn into one of the popular kids.” She grumbled. You grabbed her shoulder abruptly, her curls swinging with your sudden use of strength.

No way,” You assured firmly,”You’re like my best friend. I’m not going to turn into one of the things you hate.” You smiled at her, poking her cheek as you slid into your seat,”But I am totally going to buy you a ton of books. As many as I can.” You promised. A smile flickered across Michelle’s face, and she tucked into her own seat at the back of the class without another word.

As class started, you waited until some students were blocking her view of you to open the note. You unfolded it, the handwriting you recognized in every one of your letters popping to life in blue ink. It was written on sketching paper, torn into a rough square and folded into a compact rectangle. T’Challa sent you a bunch of Wakandan spices. I put it in the Saffron.

You took the note under the table, checking for any watching eyes. At the absence of any attention on yourself, you fired a muted blast into the paper and burnt it to ash. Kicking it under your desk, you returned your attention to your teacher.


Concentrated on the book in your hands, your friend was in her own little world. Without a conversation to keep your attention, your eyes wandered around the Gym. Most students were either warming up or on the benches like you and Michelle. Flash was bragging about something to his group of friends, and Ned was, according to your super hearing, psyching Peter up.

“Okay, go over the steps with me.” Ned said after listing off all the things he should do when talking to you.”Uh—compliment her, ask how’s she’s doing, er, say how excited I am for our date, say her name often…” Peter tried to remember, pouting in the way he did when he was thinking,”And then be nice to Michelle because they’re best friends.”

He and Ned then performed a complex handshake. Michelle and yourself exchanged a look, snorting and sniggering when you relayed to her what they had been talking about. Michelle pat your shoulder, wishing you a good luck and sliding away just within ear shot. You found yourself flushing as Peter approached your row on the bleachers, but wiped it off your face the way Natasha taught you.

“Hey,” He greeted softly. You grinned at him, internally cursing yourself for being so eager,”Hey.” Peter took a seat beside you, smiling at you awkwardly in return. You stared at each other uncomfortably for a minute, and you broke the subconscious staring contest with a cough. Adjusting your hair, you rubbed your exposed legs nervously. With a laughed you informed him,”You know I have super-hearing, right?”

Peter’s expression flickered between confusion and then embarrassed understanding,” Ned—Ned, uh, he read an article about talking to girls. He thought I would need the advice, I… uh, guess…” Peter trailed off, coughing and blushing. You pat his knee with a giggle, feeling strangely girly around him. He flushed redder at the contact, clearing his throat and distracting himself with more conversation,”Uh, how are you doing?”

“Well, you got my text. My life’s gotten pretty weird the last few weeks.” You sighed, and Peter perked up, scooching closer to you,”Yeah, yeah, I heard about that… I guess I’ll be seeing more of you, then.” Peter smiled sweetly, making light of the situation as you crossed your arms over your chest shyly. Blinking at him under the harsh light coming from the gymnasium windows, you leaned in a little closer to his face so no one else could hear,”And I’ll still be seeing more of you on Friday, Spidey.”

Peter leaned in too, his breath sending the particles floating in the sunlight fluttering off. At the sudden realization of how close you were you both reeled back, him scratching his neck and you carding back your hair. When you turned to stare at him (longingly), you found him already staring. You didn’t look away this time, but he looked down at his lap as he considered what to say.

“You look really nice today,” Peter confessed softly, hesitantly laying a hand on your arm. Your skin prickled pleasantly when his hand came into contact with your skin. You turned your head to avoid confronting his soft eyes, but with a jolt, you shot up your arm and deflected the incoming volley ball.”Y/N!” Peter’s eyes went wide a few moments before the ball was even thrown, hand jumping to the back of his neck to muffle the tingling of his spider-sense. You bat off the ball with the front of your arm, and it struck with a loud slap against your skin. Regardless of the blood prickling under your invincible arm, you were fine.

“At least we know your spider-sense works,” You muttered frustratedly, standing on the bench of the bleachers. Peter followed suit, and your eyes fell upon Flash just as he ducked away from the ball. Wiping off the front of his gym uniform, he laughed up at you,”For a girl, you can really hit!” He snickered.

“Yeah, and for a guy named Flash you can’t run at all!” You retorted sharply, squeezing your fists tightly. You didn’t really have it out for Flash until now, but for the fact that he was a stuck up little rich kid who made fun of Peter because he didn’t have a lot of cash. You really wanted to blast this kid to bits.

A bunch of people hollered at your comeback, surprised the quiet kid in class was so quick-witted. Peter gently tried to pull you into a sitting position, and you followed until Flash pulled the card you were expecting,”Oh yeah, and why don’t you go run back to your new dad, Tony Stark? I’m sure he’d like to hear you’re banging his intern!” His tone was sarcastic, clearly believing you weren’t actually being adopted by Tony Stark.

In quick succession, you spun your finger across your watch, and his caller ID appeared above your wrist on a Stark Tech hologram,”I just might.” You threatened. Caught off guard, Flash couldn’t come up with a response. As for the intern comment, you scowled, leaving it be as Coach Wilson started the class. You shut off your watch, settling down into your seat beside an incredibly embarrassed Peter.

“Those watches haven’t even hit the market yet!” Peter exclaimed in a hushed whisper. You shrunk the screen between you so you could both see, hiding it behind the backs of students as they piled onto the bleachers. With two taps on its screen the Avengers “A” appeared, ready to be clicked to alert Tony, Vision, and Natasha that you were in danger. You closed the program, forgetting the previous conversation entirely as you realized just how much you liked Peter’s blush,”You look really nice today too, Peter.” You told him, before sliding to the other end of the bench to join MJ’s side.


Tony was leaning against one of the glass outer-walls of the Facility, rolling his eyes like a child as a taller man delivered a speech to him. He seemed strict and possibly… homeless, judging by his attire. Tony looked like a child in comparison to the dark skinned man, pouting against the wall and clearly being lectured. You tried to use your super-hearing to hear them, but only caught the tail end of their conversation,”… You can fix this. It’s what you do, Tony.” The man said, briefly looking to the left to glance at you. It was split second, but the eye patch gave it all away as he sharply walked off. The public had yet to know he was still alive, so he kept away from you, exiting with nothing but the flutter of his jacket.

Tony raised his hand in parting, getting off the wall to greet you as he shouted back to Fury,”Good to see you too, Nick!” When Fury didn’t respond, he rejectedly shoved his hands in his pockets and swiveled to you.”Hey, Star-kid! How’s it going?” You relayed to him the events of your day at school, knowing he would want to know everything regardless of how boring it was. You left out the details of the note, but eagerly questioned him as to the whereabouts of your package.

In the Saffron, the note had said.

Tony left for his lab, probably working on upgrading his (or maybe Rhodey’s) suit. Relieved at his sudden absence, you dashed into the living quarters, leaping the steps to the living room platform and dodging toward the dining table. You searched around the room for any of your team members, left with an empty room. You stepped in the way of the security camera as you stared at the package.

Just as Tony had said, the only indication of its origin came from the Wakandan seal; which had been torn when security went through it. You hesitantly reached out to touch it, gently grazing the sleek paper of the stamp. As your finger came into contact with it, the seal alighted, Steve’s typical symbol glowing from underneath it. True, this was a gift from T’Challa, but it was also a gift from the rest of your team.

Pulling open the box, you found it had only been lightly riffled through. You told yourself to be patient, chiding yourself when you reached for the saffron first. But there were other things in the box, too, the true gifts from your family. Something was written in Wakandan on a note resting atop a jar, and below it was a translation; Welcome home, little star.

Finding your eyes watering, you wiped at your face, sliding into the seat at the table to steady your shaking legs. There were plenty of items inside, and all were exotic gifts you could only get if you actually went to Wakanda. It was the Panther figurine that your fingers touched first, gently grazing the black metal to find it was surely made of vibranium. This item alone was maybe a pound or two, and yet was probably worth at least 2 million dollars. Careful to touch it, you gently set it aside, returning to searching through its contents.

There was the Wakandan Flag (red, green, and black, emblazoned with a panther), some  Belgian chocolates, and then the spices. All of the other gifts were personal… there was a Polaroid camera, a necklace, an empty leather-bound notebook, and dozens of other small things. It was then that you couldn’t take it anymore, ripping through the spices and tearing out the jar of Saffron.

Saffron was a reddish, stringy spice, smelling sweet and bitterly sour at the same time. You opened the jar with ease, staring down into its contents questionably. When nothing appeared, you remembered the symbol; you had touched it, and then the shield appeared. So you carefully stuck a finger in the jar, the stinging touch of cold metal greeting the pads of your fingers.

You pulled out the small ring, choking on your own surprised laughter. The Avengers “A” was hinged to the top of the ring. Out fell a piece of paper when you opened the small crevice, which had been covering a small button within the ring’s center. You pulled open the paper, Press it when you need us.

You burned the note between your fingers, light searing it into ash and then smoke under your hand. Taking the box in your arms, you hefted it up the stairs and into your room. Putting the items away, you got to work on your homework, distracted with the safety you hadn’t felt in so long, and the sudden urge to hear Peter Parker’s voice.

Punk (Chap. 3)

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3324 (I know, long.  But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters!  love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!


If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping.  OK, that’s not entirely true.  Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous.  Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?!  It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—

Rap! Rap! Rap!  “Get dressed!”  Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door.  “I’m going to pay for these.  Meet me at the register.”  The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on.  You let out a sigh at your reflection.  Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.

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The Art of Falling in Love

Originally posted by minhyunq

Pairing: Mark x reader
Genre: fluff, high school!au, bad girl!au 
Warnings: some language, underage drinking
Word count:  6,786


“I can’t believe you skipped school! Again!” your mother yelled furiously as she paced back and forth in the living room; she was fuming. Your eyes were focused on a loose thread on your carpet, hands behind your back. After promising not to skip school, here you stood, getting your ass scolded. 

You didn’t know how your mother put up with your antics, and truth be told you commended her patience and the fact that she still loved you after all that. It’s not that you were a bad person. It was just that, you could say you didn’t like living by the norms. Thus, that made you a very rebellious teen. Despite the young of your age you’ve lost count of the many rebellious things you’ve done; you still vividly remembered that one time you took a train to Busan all by yourself without any notice. 

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

She's Not You [j.j.]

Jughead x reader in which she acts completely normal.

~~~

(Y/N) (L/N) liked Jughead Jones. That was a fact.

Jughead Jones liked Betty Cooper. That was also a fact.

Another (very) known fact was that Betty Cooper liked Archie Andrews, yet Archie liked Valerie Brown.

It was a huge mess and there was no way to fix it.

~~~

“Are you ever going to tell him you like him?”

(Y/N) looked up from her book to see Kevin Keller and Veronica Lodge slide into the booth she was sitting in. “No.”

“But why?” complained Veronica. She was the biggest (Y/N)/Jughead shipper there was.

“Because he likes Betty,” (Y/N) replied smoothly. “I’m not gonna waste my time.”

“Oh c’mon,” Kevin exclaimed. “That boy is taken with you, he just hasn’t realized it yet.”

“And he probably never will. I’m completely happy just being friends with him Keller, I’m not going to jeopardize that friendship because of my feelings.”

“Whatever (Y/N),” Veronica scoffed. “But he’s going to find out sooner or later.”

The trio of friends turned to the door when they heard the jingling of a bell, alerting the patrons in Pop’s that someone had entered. Jughead looked around the diner, his eyes settling on the (H/C) girl and making his way over.

“Hey guys,” he greeted. “What are we talking about?”

“Oh nothing,” Veronica said.

“Yeah, we were just leaving,” Kevin added as they both got up from their seats.  “Remember what we talked about (Y/N/N)!”

You simply nodded as you waved at them, too engrossed in your book to notice the looks they exchanged with each other.

“So, what were you talking about?” Jughead asked as he sat next to you.

(Y/N) looked up at him and gave him a smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

Jughead couldn’t help but worry. He was too curious for his own good, everybody knew that. He wanted to know what his best friend had been talking about with Veronica and Kevin before he had arrived, but she wasn’t telling.

He followed her around for the whole week, bugging and begging her to tell him. She’d always laugh and give him a ridiculous response.

“We were talking about how my cat got diabetes.”

“Veronica was telling me that Reggie is actually very gay for Chuck.”

“Kevin and Veronica were trying to convince me to go skinny dipping in the river with them.”

Jughead was pretty tired of her excuses.

~~~

Later that week, Jughead had managed to corner Veronica in the hallway and was pestering her trying to figure out the topic of the conversation Pop’s.

“Fine!” Veronica cried out in exasperation. Noticing that (Y/N) was rounding the corner and approaching them, the Lodge girl quickly came up with a plan. Pushing Jughead into an empty classroom next to them, she motioned for him to stay put. Curious, Jughead decided to listen to her and watched as (Y/N) was stopped by Veronica.

“So (Y/N), I assume you’re on your way to meet Jughead at Pop’s?” Veronica had a sly smile on her face.

“Of course not,” (Y/N) replied. “Why follow my daily schedule when I can be spontaneous.”

Noticing the heavy sarcasm in her tone, Veronica gave her an irritated look. “Well little Miss Sarcasm, sorry for asking.”

The (H/C) haired girl flashed a smile at Veronica, “Where else would I be going Ronnie?”

Jughead smiled at his best friends words. It was indeed a daily ritual to sit at Pop’s until closing time every day, just enjoying each others company as they drank some milkshakes.

“So have you thought about what we told you?”

Jughead was snapped out of his thoughts by Veronica’s question. ‘What is she talking about?’ he though to himself.

“Yeah, I have actually,” he heard (Y/N) reply. “I’m not doing it.”

“You have to,” Veronica said.

“No Ronnie, I am not telling my best friend that I like him!”

Jughead felt his breathing stop. (Y/N) liked him? His (Y/N)? He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice (Y/N) and Veronica walking away. He quickly gathered his thoughts and rushed off to Pop’s, determined to get some answers from his best friend.

~~~
“You’re late,” (Y/N) said, not looking up from her book as Jughead approached her booth.

“Yeah, I got caught up with some stuff for the Blue & Gold. Betty needed my help,” Jughead mentally cursed himself for his shitty excuse. (Y/N) simply looked up at him over her book, raising an eyebrow at him, before going back to her story.

Jughead didn’t know what to do. He wanted to ask her about what she had said to Veronica back at school but he couldn’t seem to find the words to speak.

“You alright there Juggie?” (Y/N) asked. “You seem very conflicted.”

“Do you like me?” Jughead blurted out. He mentally face palmed. ‘Way to be subtle’ he mentally reprimanded himself.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened briefly before going back to her book. “Dammit Ronnie,” she muttered under her breath.

“So it’s true?” Jughead asked nervously.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly, still reading.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I really am, but I like Betty,” Jughead’s voice almost trailed off at the end as he braced himself for her reaction. He didn’t know what she’d do. He was expecting anger, sadness, a melancholic response. He got none of those.

“Ok,” the girl simply replied. Jughead’s head shot up.

“I’m sorry (Y/N/N), I truly am.”

(Y/N) finally looked up at him, setting her book down after she marked her page.

“Why?” she questioned. Jughead looked at her in confusion.

“Why are you sorry Juggie?” she said. “I knew you liked Betty. That’s why I didn’t say anything”

“Yeah but, it’s just that you like me, and I uh- I feel really bad and uh…” Jughead stumbled over his words, not knowing how to reply.

His best friend leaned back in her seat and chuckled. “Juggie. You have no reason to be sorry. We can’t control our feelings. I like you, you like Betty, that’s the way it is. We can’t change it.”

“Yeah, but I feel kind of shitty,” Jughead breathed.

“Don’t,” his best friend replied. “Just because you don’t like me back doesn’t mean we’re not friends Jug. You’re my best friend, and our friendship is more important than some stupid feelings.”

And with those words, Jughead felt reassured as they ordered their milkshakes, drinking the night away, knowing that their friendship wasn’t ruined.

~~~

“You have to come along guys!” Veronica exclaimed. “Last time it was only me, Josie, Kevin, and Reggie but we all need a stress reliever.”

It was a Friday, and Veronica was trying to get her friends to go clubbing with her. Reluctantly, and with a lot of encouragement, they all agreed. Even Jughead.

It was eight at night when they all stepped into the club. Veronica, fearless and confident, dragged Josie and Kevin off to dance,with Archie tagging along. (Y/N) chose to sit down for awhile and Jughead and Betty joined her. (Y/N) felt really out of place as Betty and Jughead struck up a conversation and she decided to wander around. Just as she got up, she bumped into Reggie (who she had forgotten was there to be honest) and stumbled. She felt hands wrap around her waist as she put her hands out to steady herself.

“Whoa there,” Reggie said, smirking. “Don’t go falling for me (Y/N)”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but groan and chuckle at his lame pick-up line. Her and Reggie had once been friends, best friends actually, up until high school. He had instantly become popular and she hadn’t. They had simply grown apart.

“I had honestly forgotten you had come,” the girl stated.

“You wound me (Y/N/N),” Reggie smiled, placing a hand upon his heart. “And here I was thinking that you loved me.”

“Yea yea, long time no see huh?” the girl replied.

“Yeah,” Reggie muttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I miss our friendship and I’m honestly sorry that we stopped talking.”

“Buy me a milkshake and you’ll be forgiven,” (Y/N) told him.

“Deal,” Reggie said. “Let’s go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yea, we have a lot of catching up to do.”

~~~

“Jug, why is (Y/N) leaving with Reggie?” Betty questioned.

Snapping his head to look for his best friend, Jughead immediately stood up and walked over to the pair that was making their way out of the club.

“(Y/N/N)!” Jughead called out. The pair stopped and turned around. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, Reggie here is gonna buy me milkshakes,” (Y/N) answered happily.

“Uh, I believe I said one  milkshake,” Reggie said in a teasing tone, bumping his shoulder against the girl’s.

“Uh, I believe I never said how many milkshakes you owe me,” (Y/N) shot back in an equally teasing tone. Jughead looked back and forth between them, an uneasy feeling creeping up on him.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbled. “See you around I guess.”

(Y/N) frowned slightly at his response before being pulled away by Reggie, the smile reappearing on her face. Jughead made his way back to Betty.

~~~

“…and then we also have to start working on next week’s spread,” Betty said as Jughead glanced at the club’s entrance.

“And I also kissed Veronica at cheer tryouts,” Betty said, trying to get Jughead’s attention.

“Uh huh,” Jughead replied absentmindedly, still looking at the entrance.

“And I also found a unicorn and named it Sparkles. He’s currently in my attic.”

“Yeah, that sounds great Betty.”

“Jughead!” Betty shouted. He turned to her, nearly knocking over his drink.

“Go after her Juggie,” Betty said. “I know you’re worried.”

“It’s just…its Reggie,” Jughead started. “I don’t know why she left with him.”

“Well, they are friends,” Betty replied. “Go Jughead. We all know you like her. Go after her.”

Jughead looked at her in surprise. “You think I like her?”

“Jug,” she said. “I know you like her. We all do.”

“But I like you,” he mumbled, surprised when Betty giggled.

“That’s sweet Jug, really, but come on, you really don’t like her? She’s in love with you y’know. She always has been.”

“I know…” Jughead trailed off.

“Go talk to her,” Betty encouraged,

Jughead left the club.

~~~

As he approached Pop’s, Jughead couldn’t feel the small pang of jealously that he felt as he saw (Y/N) sitting at their usual booth with Reggie, as they both drank a milkshake. He watched as she tilted her head back, laughing as Reggie told her a story, gesticulating wildly with his hands.

He couldn’t help but think over Betty’s words. Yes, he always did think that (Y/N) was beautiful, and yes, he always did love receiving a hug from her. But that was normal with best friends…right?

But as he stood outside, watching (Y/N) sitting at their booth with Reggie Mantle, he couldn’t help but agree with Betty. He definitely felt something for his best friend. He always had, he had just ignored those feelings. He wouldn’t have left Betty if he didn’t feel something for (Y/N).

He watched as (Y/N)’s gaze traveled to the window, spotting him and instantly smiling at him. Reggie’s eyes followed soon after and he got up/ Jughead watched as he gave (Y/N) a quick hug and paid for their milkshakes before leaving the diner.

“Don’t fuck this up freak,” Reggie muttered as he passed Jughead. Reggie was right, Jughead couldn’t mess any of this up.

He made his way inside and took his usual seat next to (Y/n).

“What are you doing here Jug? You were having such a nice time at the club with Betty!” the (H/C) girl exclaimed.

Gathering up all the courage he had, Jughead quietly replied, “But she’s not you.”

(Y/N) froze before looking up at Jughead. “What?”

“She’s not you (Y/N),” Jughead continued, feeling confident. He had nothing to lose and he knew that she liked him back. “Betty’s great and all, but she’s not you. You’re the one that’s always been there for me. You helped me after my dad went off the rails and mom left with Jellybean. You were there to support me when I began my novel and you were there for me when the drive-in closed down. You offered me a place to stay when I had nothing. It’s always been you (Y/N),I just never thought that we could be anything more than friends.”

(Y/N) threw her head back and laughed. “Oh Juggie. Of course I’ve always been there for you. You’re my best friend. I love you.”

“Go out with me? Please,” Jughead awaited her reply.

Smiling up at him, (Y/N) replied, “This can be our first date Jug.”

Jughead smiled at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. And they spent their night there, like they usually did, just talking and sharing milkshakes. Only now, things had changed. They were happy, and it was quite obvious to anyone who saw them sitting together, exchanging shy kisses as the night dragged on.

“I love you too (Y/N/N).”

~~~

I really needed to write this and I’m sorry. Time Waster pt. 5 will be up by the weekend (I swear) and all requests will be done by the end of this week too (probably) sorry about the delays!! Science competitions are pretty brutal.

Hope y’all enjoy and also, asks and requests are open. Feel free to message me if you want to be added to my tag list~

Thanks for reading!

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SUMMARY AND COMMENTS ON HOTARU’S SECOND TENKA TSUKI EVENT STORY AS YOUR LOVE INTEREST.

LINK TO THE FIRST PART HERE

So this story event gives us a glimpse into Hotaru’s psyche. Poor boy’s been living in a bubble and is all shades of fucked up inside but there’s that childlike innocence to him that draws the MC. I am 100% sure Tsuki MC is slightly older than him. Anyways, SPOILER ALERT, summary and comments after the break.

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Spring Breeze (Afterdeath) ~Vampire!Geno~

AYYY SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKERS-

Alright, first of all, I’m sorry I took freakin’ forever X’D And I know what all ya’ll are thinking: “TRASHY- WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG??”

Tbh have no excuse pfft 

But seriously, thank you guys so much for putting up with my bullshit and waiting for me :’) I hope this long-ass fanfic is enough to make it up to ya’ll, and if it isn’t, I’m sorry for being a failure-

Ever since school ended, I’ve been staying up till 3 AM writing because I wanted to get this done, but it took longer than I thought it would because originally, it wasn’t even supposed to be as long as it is right now. This is by far, my longest fanfic and it probably sucks.

Anywho, enough of my rambling. I’ll most likely die after posting this here and on Wattpad, but you guys deserve to read whatever I have created :^)

Also, please excuse if you spot any mistakes. It’s hard to spot every one of them, especially with one this long. Plus, I’m so tried X’D

Have fun-


Word Count: 17,299


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|| unexpected coffee dates ||

[[request prompt: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤ you’re my favorite writer ever !!!! So could you please do a Peter x reader where the reader is being hit on by older guys in a busy coffee shop and she is really uncomfortable and she says she has someone with her and they ask who and she points to a random person and goes and sits with him and its Peter nose deep in a chemistry book and she tells him what’s happening and they both instantly fall for each other and it’s fluff at the end and he asks her out again.]]

this is going to be both a test post and a new update to see if Tumblr is being a douche to me and my stories after its latest update (。◕‿‿◕。) ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

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Boys today have no class, you think to yourself as you awkwardly twirl at the ends of your hair. While you were waiting in line at your local coffee shop, you could feel two teenaged boys ogling you like you were some piece of meat. They kept on whispering about how cute you looked all while discussing ways to get closer to you.

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No Rest For The Weary

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and the Winchesters just can’t catch a break.~

Dean x Reader, Sam

6,960 Words

Warnings: It’s a roller coaster. Fluff, bit o’Smut, Angst. Flusmangst. 

A/N: Thank you to @taste-of-dean for the readover (sorry about the prank) and to @idreamofhazel for her amazing beta skills. Couldn’t do it without you. Hope you enjoy. and remember:

Feedback lets me know you want me to keep writing.

The sun was shining brightly despite the heavy blanket of clouds that drifted across the Kansas sky. Breaks between the heather offered visions of perfect blue, and the air was filled with the promise of summer.

The Impala was speeding down the highway, its freshly washed black exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Tires spun in metallic blurs as Dean pushed her through the sparse mid-morning traffic, leaving Montana in the dust and heading home. The windows were down and wind whipped around the three hunters, lifting their hair and spirits. The rush of air forced them to breathe deeply, filling their lungs with the crisp spring atmosphere, relaxing their bodies and calming their minds.

The case hadn’t been any harder than any case before it, and certainly wouldn’t pale any that came after. But they were tired, muscles sore from lack of sleep and constant movement; their souls in need of restoration. Time off was desperately needed, and as long as Heaven and Hell kept to themselves, maybe they would get some.

As the miles wore on their shoulders settled, their minds calmed, and their smiles returned. Two hours in, laughter returned to the Impala as Sam and Dean argued lightheartedly about the cassette tape Dean had pushed into the stereo.

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anonymous asked:

you're hcs are so cute im always waiting for the next post 💞 can u do a lil RFA + Saeran reacting to an MC who's happy most of the time but finds it draining and recharges by being really quiet and ignoring people? (This is the first time it happened lmao)

Ohhhh I’m totally like that! lol it’s not easy being an introvert, am I right?

Hope you like this:

RFA + Saeran with an introvert MC

Zen

  • It was after a premiere of one of his musicals, you were perfect back there!
  • You smiled to the photographers and even gave interviews, Zen didn’t have to do a thing, he just watched you being as good as him at this.
  • Then you two got home and he wanted to comment on everything, what you thought about the musical, if you liked the costumes, the songs and all.
  • “It was cool.” Oh… cool? That’s it?
  • Apparently it was, since you didn’t say anything else. You changed to your pajamas and grabbed a book to read in the living room.
  • He was tired, and also very worried. Was it that bad? If he knew you would hate that much, he would have get that another role… but… you sounded so excited before…
  • “Something wrong?” you ask him, now he notices he’s been staring at you for a while, to the point you let go of your book, concerned.
  • “I… don’t know. Is there something wrong, babe? What didn’t you like about the musical? The songs? The lines, I know it was a little cliché, but I thought it was interesting somehow and…”
  • “Zen, what are you talking about?” “It’s okay, babe. You hated the musical. “No, I didn’t.” “So why did you say it was cool?” “Because… it was cool?”
  •  “No, it wasn’t! You hate it! You pretended you enjoy to not make me look like a fool to the press, but you didn’t like it and now you won’t even talk to me about it! Was my acting bad?”
  • Okay, you’re tired, and normally you wouldn’t put up with this drama right now, but… look at him! He’s so worried and… hurt? This is painful to you too.
  • Then you explain about always being like this. You’re an introvert, you can handle a few good hours dealing with people, but after a while, you need a rest from all of this.
  • He totally understands. Sometimes he feels the same, but in a different proportion from you, of course.
  • “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll let you get back to your book, tomorrow you tell me what is it about, okay?” he kissed your forehead and let you with your book.
  • Maybe he can turn the story in it into a musical just for you?

Yoosung

  • It happened after a geek convention.
  • He thought you wouldn’t want to go with him, but the minute you walked in, he was the one dragged to every single stand.
  • You were so excited, taking pics with the cosplayers, buying doujinshis, even joining karaoke contests.
  • He swears he fell in love with you all over again. All the guys there wishe they had a girlfriend who likes these things as much as you do.
  • But as soon as you get home, you just grab your phone and stares at it like your life depends on it.
  • He asks what you want for dinner. “Whatever. You choose.”
  • Poor boy is remaking all his steps to know when he screwed up to get you mad. Was he too close to that girl with a very revealing cosplay?
  • Oh… he knew he should have joined you on a duet in the karaoke, but what can he do? He’s super shy!
  • He doesn’t even know where to start his apology, so he does what he knows best: omurice. With a “sorry” and a sad face made of ketchup.
  • “Why are you sorry?” you ask, concerned. “I… I don’t know.” Well… this isn’t going anywhere…
  • “I swear I had my hands behind my back the whole time with that cosplayer and… I’ll sing any duet you want to sing in the next con.”
  • “Oh… thank you, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. It’s fine, honey.” “But… why are you mad, then?” “I’m not mad, I’m just…”
  • Oh… now you get it. POOR THING! You two never went to an event this big with these many people, so he didn’t know this little feature of yours.
  • And when you explain, he’s so relieved you’re not mad at him, and he totally understands, these things are pretty overwhelming for him as well.
  • You two eat the omurice together and lay on the bed a little later, you messing on your phone, he on his, and you both humming the same song, like a duet.

Jaehee

  • The cafe never been so crowded.
  • You two were taking orders, making coffee, checking the cashier, all at once.
  • If she had to do this by herself, she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle, but having you smiling like you are in a parade or something gives her the strength she needs.
  • Seriously, you’re not even fazed, you keep smiling and being extra nice to even the most rude customers, and this makes her feel like she should keep up to you.
  • She closed the cafe with the deepest sigh she could give. Lord! This was tiring! What do you think? Oh… you’re already going away.
  • She finishes closing the store and reaches you in the sidewalk, almost panting. 
  • You don’t even look at her, you keep looking forward with your arms crossed against your chest, as if you were… sad.
  • B-but why? Why would you be sad? What happened? Was that customer that rude to you? Oh… no, maybe it was that time when she yelled at you to get the mop to clean some coffee on the floor before one of you slipped.
  • She knew she was a little rude, but she was just caught up by all the mess inside the café, she didn’t want to be snappy at you or something.
  • But you don’t know that, so that’s why you’re walking like she’s not even beside you.
  • So he gives a few larger steps and stop in front of you. You look at her and blink in surprise. “Jaehee? What’s wrong?”
  • “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude with you, I was just so busy!” she says hugging you. You immediately blush, she’s not one to PDA like this all of a sudden.
  • “I appreciate it, but… what are you sorry for, exactly?” “The mop…” “What happened to the mop?” she lets you go and you stare at each other, puzzled.
  • She explains everything, then you do the same. Well, she knew you had this tendency, but she haven’t witnessed before, so it was a little surprising to see you so quiet all of a sudden.
  • But as you two get home, she realizes some silence can be good after this long day. So she’s in the bedroom and you’re in the living room, you both reading books and recharging for what will be, hopefully, another long day tomorrow!

Jumin

  • You dropped by his office to lunch with him
  • Everybody in his company loves you, because if you showed up, Mr. Han will probably be in a good mood for the whole afternoon and work will be easy to handle.
  • So a few employees surround you, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything, how are the preps for the wedding. Just this small talk.
  • And you’re very polite and nice, so nobody ever feel uncomfortable on treating you this kindly.
  • When you finally are able to meet him in his office, he promptly goes to you and gives you a peck , which… you don’t respond too much.
  • “How is everything, my love?” “Fine.” And you give him this lazy smile, looking around everywhere in his office, except him.
  • Shit! He is late, isn’t he? And you’re probably furious because he always says you two will have a calm and nice meal and he never… wait! He’s on time!
  • So why are you mad about? Is it because you don’t want to have lunch in his company? Well, that can be arranged, he can call the chopper and take you somewhere. But you sounded excited over the phone, so something happened when you got here.
  • Hum, did one of his employees bother you? Yes, they can do that sometimes…
  • “Tell me who it was.” That’s all he says, while you stare at your plate. “Who what?” “Who bothered you? It was that blond girl from finance? She does have this tendency to be meddlesome. Don’t worry, my love, I’ll let HR know they need to have a little talk to her.”
  • “Oh my God, Jumin. Don’t fire her!” “So who should I fire?” “Nobody! Nobody bothered me!” “So why are you mad? Did I do something?” “No! Of course not, honey! And… who’s mad?”
  • “You? When you walked in?” Oh… yeah, that.
  • You explain to him that, as much as you enjoy talking to his employees, all the attention can be very draining sometimes and you just need a little time in silence to recharge.
  • He TOTALLY understands it, he even can relate. His acquaintances can be very tiring sometimes.
  • So yeah, a silent meal wouldn’t be that bad right now. You two can compensate with dinner in his penthouse when you’ll discus the wedding preparation, anyway.

Saeyoung

  • You were in a car show, he wanted your opinion on the next baby he should get
  • Though you don’t understand much about cars, you know his preferences pretty well by now, as he told you a lot about them. Seriously, a lot!
  • So you’re the one dragging him to the cars he might like, considering brand, model, color… yeah, he definitely likes it.
  • You have small talk with the models standing beside the cars and the sellers, and  he doesn’t know who is nicer here. Probably it’s you, since you’re not trying to sell a super pricy car, you’re just… naturally nice.
  • He wants a test drive to this particular car, and when he asks you while the seller is a little away to get the key, he asks what you think. “It’s nice.”
  • Well, he wouldn’t say it’s “nice”, it’s more like AMAZING, COOLLLLL, A SUPER FINE BABY! And you’re just: “okay, if you say so.” SHIT!
  • Are you mad? Why? You didn’t like being dragged here? But you sounded pretty excited before talking to the sellers… oh… the one who went to get the key was definitely trying to hit on you, you’re uncomfortable, ain’t you?
  • You two hop in the car and he starts driving, the seller keeps making small talk and you basically ignore everything that’s going on.
  • “So, what do you think?” the guy asks. “Can I have a moment alone with MY FIANCÉ so we can discuss this AS A COUPLE?” he emphasizes this words for the guy to take the hint you’re taken. “Yeah, sure.”
  • “Don’t worry. I won’t buy this one.” “Why not? You like it!” “If I decide to take it, we would have to sign the papers with that guy and I don’t want to let you even more uncomfortable with him.” “Why? He’s not that bad.”
  • “He’s not? But… why do you look like you want to throw up everytime he opens his mouth?” “Because he talks too much, but I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just… bored with all this useless small talk and his desperation to you buying the car.”
  • Yeah, the guy is a little annoying, being nice to him was a burden for Saeyoung too. You’re always very nice, but he knows by now this can tire you a lot.
  • And hey, he totally can relate, that’s why sometimes all he needs is his headphones and a super loud music to recover himself.
  • So he takes the car, he liked it and wanted to take you out of there soon so you could relax.
  •  The way home is quiet, you two are listening to the radio, not talking, just holding hands.

Saeran

  • His first RFA party.
  • It was so crowded! He was a little intimidated and anxious, dealing with big noisy crowds was still a journey to him.
  •  But a few reassuring kisses from you everytime you passed by him between small talk with guests here and there, and he felt he could handle this.
  • Hell, you don’t even need to look at him, just seeing you smiling and talking to the guests as if they’re close friends totally make him feel he got this!
  • And he did, it wasn’t that bad after all, thanks to you.
  • He went to your place after the party. It was comfortable being around you, but he was still nervous, facing a crowd like that felt less nerve wracking than being alone with you.
  • Okay, you telling him to make himself at home and just plopping in the couch to watch TV wasn’t what he was expecting.
  • I mean, he didn’t know what to expect, but… it wasn’t this, for sure.
  • It’s almost like you forgot he’s here. Like you are… ignoring him? Why?
  • Did he do something wrong? Oh, that rich dude said PDA was unprofessional, but he thought you didn’t give a damn to what Jumin said.
  •  Did he do something wrong? But he was pretty sure he was doing good tonight. Wasn’t he?
  • “I’m going now.” He said bluntly, heading to the door. “What? Why?” you jumped off the couch, going after him “I won’t bother you any longer, don’t worry.” “Bother me? But…”
  • “I’m such an idiot! I screwed up, didn’t I?” “No! You were amazing tonight!” he blushes a little. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but why are you ignoring me, then?”
  • Oh, this poor thing… you explain to him how hard it is to just recover from all the agitation and you need some time to just stay quiet.
  •  I mean… you’re preaching to the choir here, he definitely feels the same way, he was so nervous about having to be all lovey dovey with you, he’s relieved this won’t be necessary.
  • But he definitely didn’t complain when he woke up cuddling with you in the couch. Just sleeping was a greeeat idea, after all.

EVAK FANFICS RECS / PART 7


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    Summary: In some universes, love blossoms in swimming pools. In others, there are kittens involved.

  • #hashtag by Bellakitse
    Summary: Even gets Instagram, it’s all about Isak.

  • sickeningly sweet like honey by tomlinsoln 
    Summary: coffee shop!au; Even likes to write pickup lines on Isak’s cup.

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A cool breeze blew through the city, making you cross your arms a bit to stay warm. The weather was changing from Summer to Fall and there you were, cold and wondering where the time had gone. By the time you got back to the apartment, you were eager to change into a long sleeve and chat with your uncle about buying school supplies.

As you entered the room, you could already hear your uncle’s voice. You assumed that he was on the phone, but your assumption proved itself wrong when you heard a second voice clearly in the living room. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to place the voice. It sounded awfully familiar.

The door closing attracted your uncle’s attention. “Y/N? Is that you?” He called. Your uncle, since he worked for Tony Stark, knew his job might attract a few enemies of Stark so he was more cautious than other guardians. You didn’t mind, though.

You walked to the living room and peaked your head in. “Yeah, it’s just me,” you replied. He was sitting in his usual seat while the owner of the familiar voice sat on the couch. There were papers spread across the coffee table, mostly concerning your uncle’s job. When you actually saw the boy, you were shocked to see Peter Parker. He was in a couple of your classes. Why was he talking to your uncle about his job?

“Y/N, this is Peter Parker,” your uncle mentioned, noticing your confusion, “He’s the newest intern at Stark Industries. This is my niece, Y/N Y/L/N.” The name sparked a memory in Peter’s memory. He’s never met you before, but he recalled an acquaintance talking about you.

Nate wasn’t his friend. He was a friend of a friend and, while Peter was hanging out with his friend, he talked about you and how attractive you were. He even had plans to ask you out, solely because of your appearance. Peter wasn’t particularly interested in the conversation and shifted it to another.

Looking at you, Peter could see what Nate was talking about. He wondered if he ever actually asked you to be his. Dismissing the thought, Peter stood up and shook your hand. “It’s nice to properly meet you, Y/N,” he stated politely.

You shook his hand with only a smile. His eyes were amazing, you noticed as his glance met yours. There was never a reason to look into his eyes, but you were worried that you wouldn’t be able to look away. You forced yourself to before turning to your uncle. “I’m going to be in my room, if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he stated, gesturing to the papers on the table, “Peter and I were just talking about work. Dinner will get here soon.” Your uncle turned to Peter. “That reminds me. Peter, would you like to stay for dinner? We’re going to have more than we can eat.”

Nodding, Peter smiled graciously. “That sounds nice. As long as it’s not too much trouble.” With that, you went to your room, trying to forget about his eyes. They were brown, not particularly special. It was the kindness that was held in them. Peter seemed like a genuine person, which was a rarity those days.

Since you were still slightly chilly, you threw on your Midtown sweatshirt and picked up a book that you were required to read that summer. School was starting in a few weeks and you heard that you’d be tested on the book, so you were reading it again. In about fifteen minutes, your uncle was calling you down for dinner.

As much as you wished you could say that you and Peter connected during the dinner, the reality was that he was too invested with his conversation about his internship. You don’t know if he was just very passionate about his job at Stark Industries or if he was self centered, but, because of the conversation topic, you rarely talked during the dinner. You didn’t have much to say about their shared workplace, even if you had become acquainted with the Tony Stark because of your uncle.

Despite the poor first impression, you found yourself subconsciously looking for Peter in the hallways once school started. He didn’t share as many classes with you as he had last year so you only caught fleeting glances in the hallway from time to time. You had no idea what about Peter Parker had interested you, but you knew you were intrigued. 

By the time Homecoming was coming up, you were still as infatuated with Peter as you were when you first met him. Michelle found it the tiniest pathetic after hearing you talk about what little interactions you’ve had with him. She convinced you that he wouldn’t be the person you had built him up to be. It made sense, since you’ve only talked to him once. So you were planning on attending Homecoming with your friends, instead of practically pining over Peter Parker.

During the dance, you were with Liz Allan, a senior who didn’t actually know about your kind of feelings, when she spotted a familiar person from the Mathletes team. “Peter!” she greeted with her dazzling smile. He turned around and you felt yourself grow nervous when you saw his eyes again. You could feel yourself almost getting lost in them before you realized that they were focused on Liz. She turned to you and brought you next to her. “This is Y/N. She and I went to the same elementary school.”

“Hello, Y/N,” he replied politely, “I’m Peter.” Your heart dropped a bit, but you refused to acknowledge it.

Hiding your disappointment with laughter, you mentioned, “I believe I’ve met you before.” His eyes held confusion before recognition flooded his features. Peter cringed a bit while closing his eyes at his own ineptness. He opened his eyes slightly and flashed an apologetic smile. You swallowed your true thought and smiled back. “It’s fine. I wasn’t the best hostess that night.”

“No,” Peter corrected, “I was way too excited to talk with your uncle. It probably made you bored.” He laughed a bit. “Tell me. Do you tend to forgive bumbling idiots?”

“I can make an exception this once,” you responded, before letting your feelings overcome your judgement, “It would be easier if the bumbling idiot would like to dance.” Liz looked between the two with excitement in her eyes before excusing herself and running to your friends to see what they had to say about it. 

Peter smirked to himself for a second before nodding. “I’m not promising I’m any good,” he added as the two of you walked unto the dance floor.

What you had hoped for was some sort of closure. Something about Peter Parker that made him seem less appealing in your eyes. Instead, you spent the next twenty minutes dancing horribly together and talking. You actually got along with him rather well, which was not what you wanted, but you didn’t really mind at the moment.

Something on his wrist flashed, making him look down at the watch. His eyes seemed tense, but when he looked back up, he remembered where he was and who he was with. Peter casually excused himself with the reason that his aunt needed him. You only nodded and thanked him for the dancing. He didn’t ask for your number or anyway to contact you at all, which left you dejected. Nevertheless, you spent the rest of your night laughing and having a good time with your friends, who were teasing you for a bit about Peter before letting off.

A few days had passed since Homecoming and Peter was actually experiencing some peace in his life, despite his nightly escapades as Spiderman. During lunch on Monday, Ned decided to bring up Liz Allan. “Did anything happen at Homecoming?” he asked, knowing how much Peter liked Liz.

He shrugged. “No.”

“And you don’t seem very upset,” Ned remarked, utterly confused.

“I don’t know. I guess I just don’t see myself with her,” Peter admitted before stating what had been plaguing his mind since the dance, “You know, Y/N Y/L/N is pretty. Easy to talk to, as well.” He glanced around the cafeteria before he spotted you among your friends. “I know Nate ‘really likes her’,” Peter added sarcastically, “But he’s had months to ask her out and if he really liked her, he would have done it already.” Nate doesn’t have you in his thoughts constantly, though. Peter realized that he was staring and quickly looked away.

Ned nodded thoughtfully. Peter was right, since Nate was talking about you last spring, but he did nothing about it. “Well, do you have her number?”

“No, but I can just go ask-” He looked up to see the previously full table empty. You were no where in sight, but Peter wasn’t particularly distraught. He would just ask the next time he saw you.

As the week went by, you had concluded that since Peter had not made any attempt to contact you, despite knowing Liz and Michelle, he was not interested. It was fine, if not a little disheartening. You hadn’t really known him. He had probably forgotten you again. By Saturday, you found yourself at Stark Industries, waiting for your uncle. You weren’t paying much attention so you were surprised when you heard a familiar voice. “Hello, Y/N,” Peter, who was looking slightly out of breath for some reason, greeted. “I just saw your uncle. He should be right out.” 

You nodded. “Thanks.” The brief one-worded response probably hinted to your disappointment more than you attended it to.

To your surprise, he took a seat next to you in the waiting area and smiled nervously. “Your uncle actually invited me over again,” he mention in what he hoped was a casual tone. “Maybe you can give me your phone number so we can plan a day before dinner?”

His eyes held such hope in them, making them even more beautiful in your mind. You knew that you were absolutely done for. Maybe it was dumb to hold such high expectations for someone, but Peter seemed practically flawless to you. Maybe your feelings somehow overtook your judgement again when you replied, “That sounds like a good idea.” Seconds after you gave him your phone number, your uncle strolled out of the elevator and spotted the two of you. He smiled at Peter before the two of you started to head home.

Before you shut your eyes, a text, the first of many, appeared on your screen. Goodnight - Peter Parker.

Journal Entries

Gif not mine

  • Peter Parker x Reader
  • Word Count: 3,067
  • Warnings: Depressive themes, terribly written angst
  • This is just a way for me to write some recent feelings I’ve been having. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway and I apologize if I do.

The school bell rang, signalling the students that class was over. Everyone immediately stood up, collecting their things and rushing out the door, probably to their locker or their next class.

Following the sea of students, I soon reached my own locker and began putting my books away until I heard Peter coming up to me. Smiling, I shut my locker and turned to face him.

“Hey Pete,” I greeted, not surprised that he looked like an absolute mess. I frowned slightly as I saw the faint discoloration around his eye, which was poorly covered by makeup.

“Let me guess, rough night?” I asked, both of us walking down the hall to English class.

“Nothing too bad, I guess I was off my game,” he sighed. “Honestly Pete,” I began, just about ready to lecture him again. “(Y/n),” Peter whined, obviously not wanting to deal with me.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I promise I’ll be more careful,” he reassured me. “You better Parker.” I would’ve said more, but we had already reached Mrs. Holly’s class.

Taking our usual spots, we both took out our books and faced the board, reading today’s assignment. We had to create a video review of one the modern takes on Romeo and Juliet. As Mrs. Holly began to explain the assignment, a folded piece of paper fell on my desk.

I quickly took it and looked at Peter, knowing it was him who gave it to me. Unfolding the paper under my desk, I briefly looked down to see Pete’s slightly messy handwriting.

You still on later tonight?

You see, we had agreed that if he helped me study for the math test, I would help him study for English. Placing the paper on my notebook, I quickly wrote ‘yes,’ pretending that I was taking notes. Folding the paper again, I tossed it back on Peter’s desk and watched as he smiled when he read my answer. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Holly.

“Mr. Parker? Is there something you and Ms. (L/n) would like to share with the class,” she said loudly, putting both of us on the spot. I felt my face flush slightly as everyone turned to face us, some snickering.

“Uh, n-no Mrs. Holly,” Peter answered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Then please pay attention to the board. You haven’t been at your best lately,” she scolded, quickly returning to the lesson. ‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter, feeling bad that he was called out.

‘It’s fine,’ he mouthed back, fixing his attention to the board. I soon followed, listening as Mrs. Holly’s voice droned on.


Pretty soon, the end of school same and since it was Friday, I was quite happy and relieved. I waited by Peter’s class, playing with my hands and watching the clock intensely. Finally hearing the students getting up to leave, I backed away from the door and looked for the brunet.

“Hey (Y/n), sorry if I kept you waiting, Mr. Collins sort of went on ranting about his personal life again,” Peter said, causing me to laugh a bit. “He does know he’s at school right? Not some therapy session,” I joked, leaning my head on Pete’s shoulder as we walked. We were pretty comfortable around each other seeing as though we’ve been friends since middle school.

We continued our mindless chatter until we reached our stop, taking our seats on the bus.

“So, how’s your writing coming along?” Peter asked. I’ve been working on a story about a girl who’s an artist, but ends up in a car crash which damages her hands. She goes through a series of tough events as she struggles with relearning basic hand movements with the help of her friend, Alice. The two build a strong relationship and eventually end up together, at least that was how it was supposed to go.

“It’s coming along…slowly. Surely, but slowly,” I admitted. A lot has been on my mind lately and I can’t seem to write anymore.

“Writer’s block?” Peter guessed. “Something like that I suppose,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Peter seemed to notice something was off and shifted uncomfortably. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, reaching for my hand.

“Nothing, I’m okay,” I smiled, hoping Peter would move on and he did.


“So, your place or mine?” I asked as we walked into our apartment building. “At least buy me dinner first,” Peter joked, feigning surprise. “Oh shut up, y’know what I meant,” I said, slapping his arm and pressing the elevator button.

“Let’s go to yours. Aunt May has a few friends over and I don’t want to bother them,” Peter explained, entering the lift. “Alright, well my mom doesn’t come back home till 10 so we should be good,” I said.

Once the elevator reached our floor, we headed towards my place. I lived right across from Peter so that was pretty nice. Unlocking my door, I switched on the lights and shrugged off my jacket, draping it over a chair and headed to my room.

“You want anything to drink or eat? I got chips and some soda if you want any,” I offered, tossing my backpack on the bed.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get started,” Peter replied, taking out his math books. I sighed and reluctantly got out my own. “What, I thought you wanted me to help you,” he said, taking notice of my behavior. “I know, I know. I just didn’t think we’d study right away,” I mumbled, taking a seat on my bed. Peter sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“How ‘bout this, if we study a whole chapter, we can watch movies for the rest of the day,” he offered. I looked over to him and smiled. “Supernatural marathon?” I asked. Peter laughed and nodded his head. “Supernatural marathon. Now come on, we need to help you pass this test,” he reminded me. I opened up to the chapter and glanced over the problems, sighing. “I can do this,” I mumbled to myself.


“I can’t do this,” I groaned for a third time, laying my head down on my pillow. “Come on, we just have a few questions left. Just rationalize and si-” Peter was interrupted when I threw a pillow at him. “Can’t we just take a break now? The test isn’t till Wednesday,” I whined. “Fine, but we are gonna continue this tomorrow,” he said sternly. I was going to complain once more until Peter tossed his books on the ground, laying down next to me. I stared at him confused until he patted the spot next to him, signalling for me to lay down to. I obliged and laid down, crossing my legs and staring at the ceiling.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes Pete?”

“Can you do that thing again,” Peter asked, looking at me with pleading eyes like a child begging for ice cream.

“Fine,” I laughed and stood up to turn the lights off. Immediately the plain ceiling was replaced with a painting of the night sky, stars littered all over the place. I first showed Peter this when we had our first sleepover. I was in my freshman year when I decided to paint my ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

I laid back down in my spot and looked over at Peter who stared in awe at the painting. While he was busy watching that, I was busy watching him. His eyes shined with happiness, his dark brown hair slightly messy and ruffled. A melancholy smile graced my lips as I caught myself looking at him with more than just platonic love again.

I admit, I did have some interest in Peter, but I brushed it off as friendship and nothing else. Besides, he seemed so content with his life now, I couldn’t possibly ruin that. Peter seemed to notice my staring as he looked back at me, causing me to blush and look away.

“Something on my face?” Peter asked with a cocky grin.. “Yeah, just a smidge of stupid,” I replied, laughing. Peter feigned hurt and soon sat up, looking at me mischievously. I raised my eyebrows in confusion until he attacked my sides, beginning to tickle me.

“Wait no, I’m sorry!!!” I exclaimed, having a laughing fit. “I’m not sure if I believe you, after all, I am stupid,” he teased, tickling me again. I reached desperately for a pillow and gripped on tight when my hand found one. I wacked Peter in the face, making sure not to hurt him, and got him off me. At the same time however, the sound of something falling caught both of our attentions.

On the ground, laid a notebook. Its cover was a soft orange with different patterns of flowers on it. Peter looked in curiosity while I stared in shock. Before I could do anything, he picked the book up and looked towards me, anxiety beginning to fill my senses.

“What’s this?” Peter asked, looking at the book. “It’s just my old writing journal, nothing too important,” I lied, reaching for it. “Can I read it?” He asked, beginning to flip the pages. I snatched the book out of his hands and put it in my desk cabinet.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t. It’s something I don’t really like sharing,” I said, a little shaken up.

“(Y/n)?” Peter stepped closer to me, about to place his hand on my shoulder before quickly looking out the window, his face showing concern.

“S-sorry. There’s a bank robbery, I-I gotta go,” he excused himself, rushing out of my apartment.

I let a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes, too tired to deal with anything else.


It was well into the night now and with each and every minute, I grew more and more worried. Peter hadn’t come back yet and I had tried calling his cell many times, each going to voicemail.

I sat in my bed, crissed crossed, looking out the window. I had given up on trying to reach him, it seemed pointless now. Grabbing my coat, I was about to head out to find Peter when I heard a knock at my window. Turning around, I saw him still in his spiderman suit, which was a little torn with blood stains on it. Quickly opening my window, Peter stumbled inside, steadying himself with his hand on the wall.

“Peter, what did I tell you,” I said. Luckily it wasn’t anything too bad, just a busted lip and a black eye. Peter only groaned in response, causing me to lead him to my bed so he could sit down.

“Just wait here okay?” I said, walking into the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed when I was only met with an empty box, I knew this would happen someday.

“Peter! I’m gonna head to the store okay? The kit is pretty much empty,” I called out. I heard Peter give a faint ‘okay’ as I left.


Peter sat on (Y/n)’s bed, he had already changed into his old pajamas that he had left over here from previous sleepovers. His side hurt a lot, but he didn’t think too much of it. He had worse injuries before.

Time passed and Peter found himself getting bored. He walked over to (Y/n)’s desk, picking up and playing around with a few things until he looked at her desk cabinet. He knew it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy, but she said it was an old writing journal. It was probably filled with embarrassing fictional stories, nothing too personal.

Opening the cabinet, he grabbed the orange notebook and flipped to a random page.

Entry - Dec. 25, 2016

Today’s been pretty great. Peter gave me a necklace and I admit, I felt bad for only giving him a drawing. His gift was so much better than mine, but he reassured me that he loved it. I came up with a new story idea and I think it was one of my best. I’m quite proud of it actually. It’s about this girl who’s an artist. She ends up in a car crash which damages her hands and now she’s going through life trying to relearn how to use her them again. I’m debating on whether or not it should romantic towards the end, but we’ll see. Anyways, Christmas has been great, everything is fantastic now.

Peter felt himself smiling at the memory, no wonder (Y/n) didn’t want him reading this. It was a diary. He did feel a little bad though and went to put it back in the cabinet when he accidently dropped it, the book opening up to a random page.

Looking down, he read the date and furrowed his brows.

Entry - February 21, 2017

I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly been ‘myself’ lately, whoever that is. Recently things have changed, well more specifically me. I know I said I would get better last time and I thought I was, but I guess not. I’ve been feeling down lately, not all the time though. I still smile and laugh with my friends, I still feel happy and have hope in myself, it’s just not the same anymore. For some reason, whenever I get home and I’m by myself, I feel sad and I feel worthless. Well, I feel worthless all the time actually. I love my life, I have a great family, I have amazing friends, and school is going great for me, but I can’t seem to enjoy it. I feel lonely and empty. I’m stuck in this ridiculous cycle of starting the day out happy only for the negativity to crash down on me, knocking me under…I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the constant unwanted thoughts in my head, I’m tired of being over critical of myself, I’m tired that I’m constantly getting headaches and that I can never sleep at night. I hate that I let myself get this way. I am aware that this isn’t right, I am aware that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to other people, I am aware that I should not feel this way. I want to talk to people about this, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid that they’ll be disappointed in me, I’m afraid they’ll think less of me, I’m afraid I can never be the person they want me to be.I promised myself that I would stay strong. I promised that I would stay strong for my mom when my dad abandoned us, I promised I would be supportive of my sister when she moved away to work in film. I promised my teachers that I would keep my grades up and go to good college. I promised Peter that I would always stay by him no matter what, when his uncle died and when he told me he was spiderman.I promised people so many things, but I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’m tired and I want a break, but I can’t. Not when so many people depend on me. I don’t want to let them down, I don’t want them to be ashamed of me, but everything has a breaking point and I’ve reached mine. The only problem is that I’m too afraid to get help and that kills me.I want to just disappear and wait until the pain subsides or just disappear completely. I’m tired and all I want is a break.

Peter felt shocked and confused. He never thought (Y/n) would be going through all of this and he felt disappointed that he never realized what she was going through.


“Peter! I’m back,” I yelled, shutting the door with my foot. When I got no answer, I became confused and went into my room. I placed the bag with all my supplies and went to look up when I saw Peter sitting on my bed, his eyes red. His hand was behind his back, like he was hiding something.

“Why?” Peter asked me, his voice cracking a bit. I stared in confusion until he held up the orange notebook.

A lot of things happened that moment. First, I was scared and I was shocked. I was scared that he thought of me differently now and shocked that somebody else knew what was going on. Then I felt violated and betrayed, I had told Peter to leave it alone, but he ignored that and invaded my privacy, I felt a little angry.

“Peter-” I began only to be interrupted by the same question.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked, becoming a bit aggressive. “Why I didn’t tell you? Why do I feel like this? Why what?”

“Why did you ever think that I would think less of you, that I would be disappointed in you?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks.

I felt tears stream down my face and my heart clench. “Because, you think of me as a dependable person, you think of of me as a friend. I liked that you thought of me that way, I didn’t want you to think of me as a person who is too weak and can’t get help. I don’t have some complicated reason as to why I thought you would think of me like that, so if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry.”

Peter stayed silent and I sighed, letting the silence take over a bit before breaking it. “I’ll just clean you up and you can leave if you want. I won’t force you to stay here,” I mumbled, going over to the bag of supplies when I felt something latch onto my hand. Looking down, I saw a string of webs attached to it before I was tugged back. I stumbled onto Peter and his arms wrapped around me tightly, burying his face into my hair.

“I will never leave you, never you hear me,” I heard him whisper before pulling away, his hands cupping my face. “I love you and I promise I will stand by you no matter what.” Peter placed a kiss on my forehead as I felt tears running down my cheeks. I pulled Peter into another hug and cried, knowing that I had somebody I could turn to now, no longer having to write another journal entry.

I’ve never written one of those “five times… one time” fics so I literally have no idea what to call this. But warning, there is mention of a previous abusive relationship below the cut, so please don’t read this if that will harm you in any way!

This fic was based off a post by and a conversation with the lovely @whumpdump, who is amazing, and I couldn’t resist writing it. Because I am who I am, #5 is a teeny lil sickfic. I tried to stop myself. But I have no self control. Anyway I dedicate this fic to her. <3

I also am shit at writing romance so pls forgive me

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A Quaint Bookstore || Wonwoo || Oneshot

Originally posted by allurity

Word Count: 1288

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Summary: A sweet romance in a quaint bookstore.


A corner or two away, sandwiched between a bakery and a café on a street that led to your house, was a quaint bookstore. The bookstore was the type that had aisles of shelves, lined from roof to floor with the register buried somewhere deep in the back corner, unseen and ignored until the customer actively searched for it once they were ready to check out. The shelves were constantly full as well and the books were slightly worn as it was also a second-hand shop. Though worn, it was still well kept and hidden jewels and brand new books could be found among them.

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