this looks like crap i will cry

bbc.co.uk
Roy Moore says Alabama election 'tainted'
The Republican says "immorality sweeps over our land" in a fire-and-brimstone video.

I am pretty sure this is what Trump would’ve sounded like had he lost.

A whiny, pathetic cry baby of a man pointing fingers at everyone except the true architect of his own downfall - himself.

He (Moore) is a homophobic, bigoted, racist piece of crap who has no place in decent society.

There is a party called The DUP in Northern Ireland, who are amongst the most right wing of the “reasonable” political parties in the UK, and even they would look at this video and go “For fucks sake” and walk away.

His time is over. The time of these views is over. Society is moving on, and if he can’t accept it, then he should just fade into the background or move to Russia where he would be welcome.

Imagine Drunk Crying Over Steve’s Hair at Tina’s Party

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You get sheet faced at Tina’s Halloween party, where you end up crying about how beautiful Steve’s hair is.

Warning: Underage drinking. Drunken shenanigans.

You stood there, atop the coffee table in the middle of Tina’s living room, spinning around with your trusty red solo cup in hand, only pausing to stamp your feet against the table along to the tune of the drums. You weren’t even sure what song was playing, but you liked it, and you liked dancing atop the table, and you like the drink in your hand. You tipped the cup up, downing two more gulps of the red liquid you had grabbed from the spiked punch bowl. You let out a “Whoop!” which was met by a chorus of “Yeah!”’s, courtesy of the high school boys watching you dance around in your skin tight Daphne Blake costume. Your best friend, Nona, had come as Velma, but you had since lost her the hands of Faye Collins and the promise of something good to smoke in the back room. With Nona gone, you were left to your own devices, and you were not a good decision maker. Nona was 95% of your impulse control, after all.  Which is how you found yourself atop this table, spinning around once more, your red solo cup falling to the floor, as it was now empty and severed you no purpose. That is also how you found yourself tripping over your kitten heels, and promptly falling off of the wooden coffee table.

A surprised “Oh!” had hardly left your lips before you felt warm arms engulf you, and you found yourself looking up at your savior.

“Oh my god, Steveeee,” you drug out the boy’s name as you looked up at his face. If you were sober, you may have noticed the melancholy that had settled over his usual content facial features, you may have even asked if he was alright. But you weren’t, and a dopy smile made its way onto your face instead.

“Steve!” you said again, as if truly registering who he was this time. You reached both of your hands up to Steve’s face and patted the poor baby’s cheeks, a fit of giggles over taking you. Steve blinked down a few times at you, drunkenly laying in his arms. His left arm was placed under your thighs, his right arm on your upper back, fulling supporting your body weight as your feet dangled a few inches above the floor. You head had lolled to the sighed as you drunkenly laughed at something that was only amusing to you.

Steve would be lying to himself if he didn’t find a small amount of pleasure in your sudden appearance, even if you were drunk. The way you E/C eyes lit up when you had realized it was him, the large smile had had over taken your features and caused your eyes to scrunch up to the point where they were almost closed. Even the way you said his name, as if you were truly happy to see him, and it lifted up the spirit that Nancy Wheeler had just crushed with one single word.

Bullshit.

“Y/N,” Steve said your name causing your neck to snap up quickly. Again with those damn shining eyes, looking at him as if he was the world. Steve’s heart beat quickened as he looked down at you.

“Yea, Stevie?” you asked, your voice excited. And you were, you had a crush on Steve for months now. A crush that had never went anywhere, seeing as how he was completely enamored with Nancy.

“Where’s Nona?” Steve asked, his gaze sweeping over the living room crowed by the students of Hawking’s High. Nona had proved harder to find that someone dressed in an florescent orange outfit should have.

“Dunno,” you said, your voice aloof. “I tired looking for her, but…” your voice trailed off as you looked up at Steve. Why did Steve want to find Nona? Nona didn’t even like Steve. Nona liked Nancy. Nona thought Nance was pretty, very pretty.

“Pretty,” you mumbled. Your hands, which you had let fall around Steve’s neck during your giggle fit, moved up again and you ran them up and down his face quickly. Steve blinked a few times and jerked his head back, trying to get anyway from your flailing hands, amused laugher left his lips and it was like music to your ears. You beamed up at Steve again, letting your hands rest on his face. “Real pretty.”

Steve’s heart jumped in his chest as you stared up at him with that intense gaze, a stare Nancy had never looked up at him with, he wasn’t sure about what it meant. But he did know that he liked it. He liked it very much. But you were drunk, and drunk people did stupid things.

“Come on Y/N, let’s go find Nona so she can take you home,” Steve said as he tried to put you back on your feet. Steve began to dip you down and your head started to swim.

“No!” you cried shrilly, jumping up and wrapping your arms back around his neck tightly and curling your body up against his. You were fully on his chest now, his hand under your knees instead of your thighs and you were looking up at him with big, bambi eyes. “No, I’m having fun, I don’t want to go home!” You whined, “Why are you trying to get rid of me Steve?”

Steve shook his head as he looked down at you, helplessly drunk in his arms. “I’m not trying to get rid of you Y/N, I’m trying to make sure you get home safe.” Steve attempted to explain, slightly amused.

“Y-Yes you are!” you accused, a pout forming on your face, “That’s mean!” Steve’s smile faltered.

Your eyes traveled back you to Steve’s face, memorizing every detail. You loved his warm brown eyes, the few beauty marks that adorned his face and… Your E/C had started to water as you looked up at him, and Steve began to panic.

“Oh shit, don’t cry, I’m sorry,” the words flew out of Steve’s mouth at a rapid pace. By this time tears were rolling down your face and Steve felt like complete and utter crap. A few minutes ago the girl he loved just told him she had never felt anything for him, now you were crying in his arms because he was a giant asshole. No wonder Nancy didn’t love him.

“You,” you hiccupped, “Your,” your voice was interrupted by the sobs leaving your body.

“I know, I’m an asshole, I’m so sorry Y/N I didn’t mean-” Steve was completely crushed by how upset he had made you.

“Your hair is so beautiful,” you wailed, shocking the hell out of the Steve.

Steve had to pick his jaw up off the floor before he turned his confused gaze to you. All at once, every bad emotion he had been feeling before was replaced with confusion and curiosity. “What?”

“It soooo fabulous,” you cried as your hands made their way to his hair, where you ran your fingers through it, sending a pleasant shutter down Steve’s spine. “Steve why is it so pretty?”

“So pretty?” Steve was so confused as he looked down into you beautiful, teary, E/C eyes, gazing at him.

“Magnificent!” you said, eyes full of wonder as you continued to play with his brown locks. They were soft between your finger tips and you let out a content sigh as your head fell against Steve’s chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you continued to play with the boy’s hair.

A hearty laugh left Steve’s chest, shaking the both of you, causing you to blink your heavy lids up at Steve.

“Was’ so funny?” you asked, sleepily. All of a sudden the night’s events had caught up with you, and Steve’s arms were the most comfortable place you had ever been, and you found yourself sinking into them.

“Nothing,” Steve muttered, still chuckling, “You’re just adorable,” Steve said as he shifted you in his arms.

“Adorable?” you mumbled.

Steve hummed as an answered, and you looked up at him with bleary eyes, “So are you, Nancy is so lucky,” you yawned out. “I wish I was Nancy so you would love me too.”

Steve’s heart stopped in his chest.

“You love me?”

You offered no answer to his question, as you were already sleeping in his arms, a goofy smile still lingering of your lips, one of your hands tangled in his hair, the other limply laying over his shoulder. Steve shook his head and smiled softly, holding you a bit tighter.

“Come on Y/N, let’s get you home,” Steve whispered and began making his way through the crowd with you securely in his arms.

Parents Are A Nightmare Part 3

So, in my children’s museum we have this area designated for facilitated crafts/other dumb stuff. Which means there is always one of the museum floor staff standing there helping. Like it should be cool, but most of the time it’s just a coloring book page and some crayons. But on this particular day we actually had a cut and paste craft. Which yay because we actually get to do something but omg no because a bunch of toddlers wielding scissors is just a recipe for disaster.
So I’m just chugging along, helping the kids whose parents have abandoned them with me for some free childcare, and all of a sudden I hear screaming and look over to see one child has ripped a pair of scissors out of another child’s hand, cutting them a little bit.
I rush over to help the child who was cut, getting all the necessary first aid things, and then I turn to the other child and so “no, we do not yank things out of other people hands. ”
And then, out of nowhere, the devil child’s mother pops up next to me.
“Ma'am” she says. “I understand that you must be stressed but we don’t use the word no with our child.”
And me, in my shocked state, trying to soothe the poor injured child whose parent isn’t with them, just look at her and say “…. what.”
“Yeah, see, the word no is such a strong word and we don’t like to restrict our child’s choices like that. So we prefer to reward him for good behavior and redirect his behavior if it isn’t aligned with what we think is ok. But we never use the word no.”
And I’m just like, about to blow. Because while she is saying this complete and utter bull crap, her child is again trying to yank things out of another child’s hand. And just like, what the actual hell am I dealing with right now?
So I, with a straight face, look at this mother and say, “well could you please redirect your child’s behavior before he stabs another child? Thank you.”
And she just looks at me in complete shock. And then I walk away with the crying, injured child to find their parents.
I’m lucky that the parent never complained about me, (in fact other parents complained about that child and he was not allowed back in the crafting area), because I probably would have gotten fired, but for the love of god. Parents, the word no is a wonderful word. Please use it so that your child doesn’t end up harming others because of their spoiled behavior.

Kidnapping Sentence Starters

as requested

The Kidnapped

  • “H-hey! Let GO of me!”
  • “Wow, we’re in an abandoned warehouse…how original.”
  • “You’ll regret this…”
  • “Please…just let me go…”
  • “HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
  • “These restraints hurt…”
  • “As soon as I get out of these restraints, I’m going to kill you.”
  • “What do you want from me?” 
  • “Who are you?!”
  • “…Where am I?”
  • “When this is over, I’m going to make sure you rot in prison.”
  • “I’ll never tell you anything.”
  • “…Am I ever going to see my family again?”
  • “Do whatever you want. It doesn’t matter anyway.”
  • “Is that supposed to scare me?”
  • “Wow, I get a whole bottle of water after two days…how generous.”
  • “I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me.”
  • “You don’t look like a kidnapper…”

The Kidnapper

  • “Just stay still!”
  • “Be quiet! I don’t want to hurt you.”
  • “Stop asking questions.”
  • “Crap, that wasn’t supposed to happen…Wait–stop crying–I’m getting a bandage.”
  • “I know someone would pay a handsome price to have you back.”
  • “Scream all you want. No one will ever find you.”
  • “I can’t let you go. You’ll just rat on me.”
  • “Don’t even think about trying to escape.”
  • “If you don’t give me the information I want, I’ll use one of these pretty little blades on your pretty little neck.”
  • “Shit, I think I got the wrong person.”
  • “Torture isn’t fun if you’re going to stay quiet…”
  • “Relax, I’m not going to do anything. I’m just keeping you here until I get a phone call.”
  • “Try to leave one more time, and you won’t make it out alive next time.”
  • “Good, you stopped crying. I got you some food, so eat it and be quiet.”
Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:

P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER. LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)

Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.

-

“Peter”

“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.

-

[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.

-

[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

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Sooo ive been watching the ace attorney anime recently (considering i am a baby to this franchise and have much to learn with all of the games and such-) and what episode stood out to me in it was the 13th episode. In all honesty I wanted to redraw some of it, and so this came about. The first picture was when Edge said he’d take the dog (missile I believe ?) as his own or something and the second picture was when Edge ran back to get his signal samurai key chain (?) since the karma dude just kinda threw it on the garbage saying he didnt rlly need it or something like that. Okay, the hug didn’t happen but damn was I hoping that they would hug. Nope, they shook hands, and why I was expecting them to hug is because one Phoenix stood out there waiting for Edge until he came back because he believed that his friend would come back (and it was night time when Edgeyboy came back mind you); contrary to what Larry said, as he stated something like “he left us/doesnt care anymore”. Secondly, the moment was far more emotional than a freaking handshake I mean, really? Idk if this was just me but with Edge crying and Phoenix standing there saying that’d they would be friends forever– it was too much and a hug would’ve made it a lot more intimate and emotional. IDK, just me probably. But, I think the handshake was sufficient enough to say the very least. sorry for the rant and crap art haha. thank you.

What Is Love

Pairing: Jim Hopper x reader

Tags: female reader, some swears, reader and Eleven bonding, mentions of Sara, some fluff too

Words: 1969

Summary: The reader and Eleven surprise Hopper with dinner. Eleven has some questions about love for the reader.

A/N: This is my first fic posted to tumblr! my girl @poodle-haired-poe convinced me to post it….so Enjoy!!!


Two knocks. Pause. One knock. Pause. Three knocks. The sound of the locks coming off their track could be heard before the door opened. Quickly closing the door behind you and locking it, you gazed around the cabin to see if Eleven was around anywhere. After you set the bags down on the table and you walked up to her bedroom door.

“Hey, El, it’s Y/N, I went to the store after work and got a few things. You wanna help me make dinner?” You asked hopefully, trying to hold a relationship with your boyfriends secret pretty much daughter. He was hiding her to protect her from the men at the lab and you were never more proud of the man you loved. Him and Eleven were as thick as thieves, you and Hop were obviously close, it only made sense to try and get close to Eleven.

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Stupid Nerves (Richie Tozier x Reader)

Originally posted by rhaegaried

Anonymous Request: IT IMAGINE WITH RICHIE TOZIER HAVING A CRUSH ON OLDER READER WHO IS BILLS SISTER. cute pick up lines and a nervous richie. thanks love

Author Note: Sorry these come out so later I just want them to be the best (And I have to write them on a typewriter first cause I can never write at the computer), but If you guys want I can post little Drabbles I think of or ones you guys request just to give you something every day. Anyways I hope you like it Anonymous!


     (Y/n) Denbrough was infatuated… With who? It might be shocking to some, but (Y/n) was practically head over heels for Richie Tozier.  It was odd to say the least, but thankfully Bill was oddly chill with it. (”A-As long as y-y-your happy.”) Richie  easily cheered her up when things seemed grey and not to mention she admired the fact that she was envious that he refused to take crap from anyone.

       Richie, of course, felt the same for her. (Though they’re both quite oblivious about this fact.) However, there was one thing he didn’t like about his situation. Richie, the boy who was famous for never shutting up, could hardly speak around her. His brain seemed to stutter and whirl faster then his mouth could move leaving him an anxious mess. He had no idea on what to do about it. In fact, Richie thought about just ignoring her until Bill gave him advice one day.

       “Wuh-Why don’t you just u-use so-some pick up lines,” He stated one day at lunch. (After hearing Richie rant about how nervous he got around the oldest Denbrough.) 

        “Are you kidding me Bill? I doubt your sister would like that,” Richie grumbled. That was what he used to do all the time. Surely that would just anger her. He huffed slightly and sat down at the table setting his tray down on the table.

        Bill was very tempted to say,’She would enjoy any compliment or flirting from you.’ But he kept that thought to himself. Instead he replied, “Richie I-I would thu-think I know w-w-what my sister enj-joys.”

         Richie sighed and nervously poked at his food with his fork. “Right. Sorry Bill. I just really like (Y/n) and it was awkward enough telling you…” He grumbled quietly which surprised Bill.

        Eddie plopped down beside Richie seeming confused. “What was awkward?” He asked curiously. Of course Eddie knew about Richie’s crush and he was quite certain that was what Richie was speaking about. However before he could ask that he was beat to it.

        “That he likes Bill’s sister,” Stanley stated sitting down beside Bill. 

        Richie huffed slightly as his face began to turn red. “Do we really have to talk about this more?” He complained glancing at the others. 

        “Actually you brought it up,” Eddie commented as he stabbed at the horrid lunch food. He scrunched his nose and shoved the food away.

        “Oh fuck you Eddie,” Richie grumbled under his breath.


        (Y/n) opened her locker letting out a sigh of relief as she dumped her textbooks in it. She let out a slight huff though noticing how some of her papers had fallen out of the books and onto the floor of her locker. ‘Oh well’ She thought as she closed her locker. She turned to leave, she had plans with Beverly after school, only to be greeted by Richie. “Oh, hi Richie! I’m sorry I didn’t see you before,” She laughed nervously before continuing, “What’s up?”

        Richie gulped slightly as (Y/n) smiled at him. His heart practically pounding against his ribs considering how nervous he was. He glanced behind (Y/n) for a moment relaxing slightly when he saw the group at the end of the hallway. The all ushered him to speak as he let out a sigh. His gaze returned to (Y/n) as he smiled nervously. “(Y/n) you know what you’d look good in?”

        (Y/n) tilted her head which caused strands of her hair to fall in her face. Obviously Richie was up to something…. However she had no idea what he was doing. “No… What would I look good in?” she asked cautiously.

        “My arms.” almost instantly there was a tension in the air as (Y/n)’s whole face heated up. Her eyes wide in surprise at the pick up line Richie just used… He never did that before… so did he?

        “Richie did you-”

        “Bye!” Richie squeaked out managing to cut (Y/n) off. He quickly vanished down the hallway his face beet red as he caught up with the others. 


           “H-h-hey (Y/n) I br-brought the others over i-is t-t-tha-that okay?” Bill asked as he stepped into the house. The oldest Denbrough was left in charge by their parents because they were off at the movies. 

             (Y/n) rolled her eyes and replied, “Bill you don’t have to ask. They’re my friends too.” Bill only grinned and opened the door letting the other three inside. (Y/n) turned towards them smiling slightly when she noticed Richie. “Hey you guys.”

              “Hey (Y/n) sorry if we just invited ourselves,” Stan called out already making his way upstairs towards Bill’s room. She chuckled slightly as Eddie vanished after Stan yelling something about inviting yourself.

          “I s-s-should make sure thu-they don’t break any-nything.” bill vanished up the stairs just leaving (Y/n) with Richie.

              She turned towards Richie raising an eyebrow when she realized Richie hadn’t spoken a word yet. ‘Richie are you-.” (Y/n) stopped mid-sentence. Her nose scrunched up and her eyes water slightly. (Richie thought she was either sick or about to cry.) She let out a sneeze, but managed to cover her mouth with her arm. She pulled her arm away and sniffled slightly. 

              Richie blushed slightly as he nervously said, “I would say God bless you, but it looks like he already did.” (Y/n)’s face grew red and she tried to form words to say to Richie, but he assumed she was trying to let him down easy. “L-look I’m sorry! I uh crap I should of kept my mouth close. God I’m so stupid look can we-”

             Richie had started rambling and your eyes widened hearing his words. “Richie,” (Y/n) snapped effectively shutting the boy up. His whole body tensed and he seemed to stare up at her pitifully. (Y/n) nervously ran a hand through her hair as her cheeks slowly became red. “Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?” 

              Richie’s face was still a bright red, but a grin spread across his face hearing (Y/n)’s cheesy pick up line. “(Y/n) I hate to the bearer of bad news, but I think your wrong,” He stated making her chuckle slightly. Richie nervously took her hand as She leaned down slightly. (She was only an inch taller then him at the moment.) Richie hesitantly pressed his lips to her and she happily kissed back. However it only lasted a second before being interrupted.

                 “You a-assholes do-don’t do that here,” Bill scolded making (Y/n) laugh once she pulled away. She smiled at Richie and Richie found himself smiling back. Bill however was already slightly regretting being so chill about the situation.

The Town of Forgetting: IX

Slow Burn!Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: You’ve encountered the living embodiment of Derry’s memory problem, been infested with maggots, seen vultures eating a hole into Eddie’s chest, almost had your body shredded by talons, watched Beverly almost fall down a bottomless pit and were tackled by a pedophilic clown. The least you could do in return was kill IT for good.

Warnings: Cursing. This is part two of the angst filled, bloody, gory, frankly a bit disgusting finale. I swear I’m not insane.

Words: 3,480

Previous Chapter                                                           Epilogue


The room that never ended echoed with your unearthly screaming, the noise of shrill shattering coming from all around you. Like a million windows breaking, the illusion broke along with your poor, sore voice. The infinite darkness collapsed, the pieces of black glass bursting apart, your lungs running out, The Thing slithering back down your body and away. It was a fun house, a house of mirrors. A big fucking lie.

As the closet that you were actually in materialized from behind the black glass, the small light of a single, swinging lightbulb streamed into your eyes. The Thing (apparently a giant, bulbous mass of slimy gray tentacles and throbbing, puce colored boils) towered over you, the vine like appendages writhing around in panic and agony, even though your voice gave out seconds before. Your body was pressed against the white door, your hand subconsciously feeling for the knob, a hard task as your wide eyes were still glued to The Thing. The creature doesn’t have a head. It’s just a blob of warts and grey flesh.

You can feel the cold doorknob brush the back of your hand and you clasp it. Maybe The Thing sensed that, maybe it was all knowing, because it released a different scream, resembling that of a war cry and the grey vines dove for you. The hand on the knob didn’t have time to react but your body did, instinctively jerking back. The door banged open and you tumbled out, ignoring the harsh pain to scrambled up and slam it shut in the Thing’s… Face? Well it had no face, but no matter.

The grey vines that had tried to escape were cut off like melted butter, dropping down to thrash on the floor like worms, leaking puce liquid on the wooden floorboards. You were about to slump unconscious on the floor when a hand touched your shoulder. Without looking at all, you reared your fist backwards and hit the hard lump of a human nose, followed by a small cry of surprise and pain. Their hand slipped off your shoulder and you took the chance to grab their own, twisting around and slamming them into the closest wall.

“Fucking shit!” Yelled Richie Tozier, pinching his nostrils together. “Why the fucking shit-”

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Lies

Good Little Angel

Good Little Angel part two

Good Little Angel part three

Good Little Angel part four

Good Little Angel part five

Good Little Angel part six

Good Little Angel part seven

Good Little Angel part eight

Good Little Angel part nine

Word count: 1,156

Warning: angst

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Part ten of the Good Little Angel series!

It’s a tough morning for Lucifer and Y/N

A/N: Sorry it’s a bit short and that it took so long for me to upload another one but I’ve been so busy with exams and shit so hopefully I’ll update more regularly :)

Originally posted by bykma-archive

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Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind Starters
  • ❝I don’t need nice.❞
  • ❝Constantly talking isn’t necessarily communicating.❞
  • ❝I’m gonna marry you. I know it.❞
  • ❝Too many people think I’m a concept, or I complete them.❞
  • ❝I can’t see anything I don’t like about you.❞
  • ❝My crotch is still here, just as you remembered it.❞
  • ❝Remember me. Try your best.❞
  • ❝You looked happy. Happy with a secret.❞
  • ❝Sand is overrated. It’s just tiny little rocks.❞
  • ❝I can’t believe I’m crying already.❞
  • ❝I’m erasing you and I’m happy.❞
  • ❝I had the best fucking night of my fucking life last night!❞
  • ❝I could die right now. I’m just so…happy. I’m exactly where I wanna be.❞
  • ❝What a loss, to spend so much time with someone only to find out they’re a stranger.❞
  • ❝Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.❞
  • ❝Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?❞
  • ❝Why do you leave everyone? Why did you let me go?❞
  • ❝You know me. I’m impulsive.❞
  • ❝Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in!❞
  • ❝You look at a baby and it’s so pure and so free and so clean. And adults are like, this mess of sadness and phobias.❞
  • ❝Can I – borrow a piece of your chicken?❞
  • ❝I’m just a fucked up girl/boy who’s looking for my own peace of mind.❞
  • ❝We met at the wrong time.❞
  • ❝I’d like to, um…take you out or something.❞
  • ❝Come back and make up a goodbye at least, pretend we had one!❞
  • ❝By morning, you’ll be gone.❞
  • ❝I’m always anxious thinking I’m not living my life to the fullest..❞
  • ❝I can’t remember anything without you.❞
  • ❝Sometimes I think people forget how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter.❞
AMAs with Yoongi

Type: Imagine/Fluff

Note: This is just like some cute fluffs of what would happen if you were Yoongi’s plus one to the awards. Ya’ll I was crying so hard when I saw them performing. Take this shitty written crap.

Dedicated to @bangtanamontana she’s the one who gave me this idea, also she’s an amazing writer? She’s amazing and way more talented than me so like all her stuff.

AMAs with: Namjoon - Jimin - Taehyung - Jungkook - Jin - Hoseok


“You ready to go?” You call out from the hotel room. You walk out of the bathroom where the men and women styling Yoongi begin to pack their supplies and move on to the next member. 

He turns around looking up to you from his chair.. He smiles at you and looks you up and down, eyeing the tight-fitting outfit. He stands up and now you’re both closer in height. He comes close and wraps his arms around you. He lets out a hum before leaning in for a kiss. 

You stand there kissing in the now empty room. You smile and place your hand on his cheek and put your foreheads together. You laugh, “Are you nervous?”

He lifts his head up to meet your eyes, “Never.”

You laugh and play with his tie before leaning back in for a kiss. You smile as he picks you up and sits on the bed with you in his lap. You laugh and push him off sighing, “Yoongi… We have to leave now.”

He sighs before letting you go. You stand up and grab his arm pulling him towards the door. He gives you a bit of a struggle before letting you take him out the hotel room. You turn to him and look at his dress shirt before going and grabbing his jacket. He gives you a questioning look as you help put it on and play with the cloth before sighing, “Cute.” 


Getting there you were surrounded by security, paparazzi, and fans. You smile when you hear the fans shouting Yoongi’s name, you wanting to shout with them. You were proud of how hard your man had worked. He holds your hand as you all walk to the red carpet. “You excited?”

He looks at you and smiles and nods. You can tell he is and you smile. You hear the fans calling out to all of them, some even waving to you. You smile at them, how they all were so happy to see the boys.

You smile as you walk with Yoongi holding hands. Before you know it pictures and videos are being taken and interviewers are asking to interview the group. You give Namjoon a knowing look before kissing Yoongi and following a bodyguard away from the camera and standing near the boys watching the interview. You watch the boys answer the questions the interviewer throws at them and smile thinking of how far they’ve come.

“So have you guys brought anyone here today?” The interviewer says.

Yoongi turns to you and smiles making you look away. You hope that he won’t bring you near the camera. Of course, Yoongi comes close to you and the camera moves to Yoongi coming towards you. You look away from Yoongi and the camera and he wraps his arms around you. “(Y/N)…” he says holding you and pulling you towards the group.

“Yoongi…” You say sighing as he smiles and proudly takes you to the interviewer.

He speaks in the best English that he can saying, “This is the love of my life, (Y/N).”

You smile and greet the interviewer. Yoongi goes on with showing you off to the camera like your the best thing that had happened. You laugh as he keeps his hands tightly on you waist and puts his head on your shoulder as the interviewer wraps up with a finishing question and good luck. He kisses your cheek as he takes you towards the building where the awards were taking place. “Oh god,” you say blushing at the incident.

“You looked so adorable. I have to show you off.”


You sat next to Yoongi during the awards dancing and talking about the performances of the new stars you were hearing. You were happy to spend time with the boys and get to be here with your man. You were mostly excited for everyone’s reactions to their performance. You met stars for the first time and had conversations with fans.

Yoongi turns to you and rubs your thigh to get your attention. You look at him confused at his nervous, “It’s time to go.”

“Good luck, you’ll be amazing. Now go show them who Min Yoongi is,” you smile and give him a long kiss. He smiles and runs backstage.

You sit nervous waiting for the host to announce when the boys were coming out. It feels like only a short time when the host appears and announces BTS will be out shortly. You hear the fans cheering and you can’t help but let out a scream as well. It takes only a few minutes before the Chainsmokers come out and you know what’s about to happen. You sit on the edge of your seat as they talk about the group and you hear the fans screaming as they say, “Please welcome, BTS!”

You don’t take another second before jumping up and cheering as loud as possible. You watch as the boys perform, catching Yoongi’s eye multiple times. Every time he looks toward you he smirks and you cheer louder. The camera men take a shot of you cheering and singing along to the song as you mouth an ‘I love you’ to Yoongi. He smiles and gives his all to his lines. Before you know it, it feels as though the performance ended too quickly. You turn around to see the people standing and cheering for BTS. You watch the boys as they humbly thank the audience and Yoongi sends a wink your way. You tear up when you look around and see the people cheering them on. You know, they made it.

It only takes a few minutes for them to come back to their seats where people who see them cheer them on and congratulate them. You simply clap and give Yoongi a kiss. He looks at you and teases, “Are you proud of me?”

You smirk, “Of course. I’ll be sure to congratulate you when we get back.”

Ink

Word Count: 1119

Pairing: Tom HollandxReader

Warnings: Allusions to mental illness, body shame, self-deprecation

Summary: You have a bad day where you don’t feel happy with your body.

Note: There isn’t enough hurt/comfort in this fandom amirite.


You weren’t having the best day. It wasn’t the worst day, but you’d woken up and just felt very… off. You knew right away that you would be fighting off self-deprecating thoughts until you went to sleep that night. You showered and got ready for your day, trying your hardest to avoid mirrors when you could. It was your day off, but Tom had gotten up and left for work a few hours ago, so you went out to run a couple errands.

The whole time you were out of the house you were hyper-aware of how you moved and how people looked at you. It was probably too warm for the hoodie you were wearing. You worried if people were judging you for it. Would they judge you more if you took it off?

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Bucky x Reader

warnings: angst ( bawling uncontrollably counts)

Word count: 1,140

Y/N = your name

E/C = eye color

Summary: Bucky finds out one of his old gal friends is in town and was invited to hang out. But reader has a bad history with her since she too loved Bucky so she wants to come along, but Bucky doesn’t think that it is a good idea. This leads to an argument that doesn’t end with tears of happiness. 


“Bucky c’mon, I see no reason to why I can’t come along, she’s just your friend right?” You and Bucky mostly never agrue over stupid things like this, but ever since Claire (best friend that used to love him) called and asked Bucky to hang out today, you couldn’t help but feel panicky. 

“She is just a friend Y/N, and it’s just because the last time she was with us you looked so uncomfortable and looked as if you were gonna tear her head off.” Bucky had said while getting dressed. 

“Well how could I not Bucky! She kept on brushing her hand against your own, and making googly eyes at you!” Bucky knew that you were insecure about loosing him because you thought you weren’t good enough, or as beautiful …like Claire.  After Bucky finished pulling down his shirt he came to you and had grabbed your hands while looking into your E/C eyes. “ Y/N I promise she is only a friend and we’ll only be out for a couple of hours.” 

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