when they were all scared

yousef is gonna be so god damn happy when he meets isak and sees how much he loves even and how he’s always there for him because yousef loves even and he definitely feels like he failed him and knowing even has someone is definitely gonna be a huge relief for him

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Post-split Panic! At The Disco + memories

anonymous asked:

where r u percabeth fluff fics

bananannabeth.tumblr.com/pjo

Could Be Canon:

Percabeth | things you said when we were the happiest we ever were | Percabeth’s First Date | Annabeth becoming part of the family | Reunion | Percy being flustered by how hot Annabeth is | Annabeth being flustered by how hot Percy is | Percy Braids Annabeth’s Hair | things you didn’t say at all | things you said when you were scared | Sleep Ins | Married | Emergency Accommodation | Percy in a Tux | Annabeth in a Tie | Percy in Glasses | things you said at 1am | things you said when you were drunk | Annabeth admiring Percy’s hair | Olympus Can Wait | Percy with stubble | Annabeth’s 23rd Birthday | Car Crash | Flying Fridge | Killing Spiders | Annabeth’s a bed hog | Percy’s 23rd Birthday | Blanket Burrito | Beach | Stupid | Period | Obtuse | Happy Percabeth HCs |

At High School | AHS Headcanons | Prom Night | Surprise | The one where they have to look after a baby doll | things you said over the kitchen table | Not So Shore (a ‘mortals meet’ fic |

New Athens | Dreaming It | Designing It | Completing Construction | Moving In | Percabeth getting married there | Extras |

AUs:

Skater!Percy | Skateboards and Snapbacks |

Bi!Percabeth | Bi the Way | Bi!Percabeth HCs, Percy-centric |

Disney AUs | A Dream Come True | Percabeth at WDW | Percabeth Sleeping Beauty AUPercabeth Enchanted AU |

Percababies | Percy and Annabeth have kids | Percy’s first moments as a dad |

Chef!Percy | Delicious |

College!AU | Socks and Spiders |

Percy and Annabeth’s Adventures on Public Transport | Tripped Up | Out of Line

Bridal Salon AU | Summary

| Percabeth: “My brothers stole your bike, sorry.” |

Bookshop AU |

Theme Park AU |

Holiday Themes:

Halloween | House of Horrors | Spiders |

Christmas | Gingerbread |  Enchanting (Magic AU, written for the PJO Secret Santa 2016)

Lance Can Dance...Again!!

For @estupidamenteu who requested a part two!

After Allura thoroughly chewed out Lance for ruining his suit, the team began to slowly walk back toward the castle. Lance started to regret cutting his suit so short (although he must admit his ass looked amazing. Does the castle closets have booty shorts?) because the chilled space air shook Lance to the core. It wasn’t long after Lance’s teeth began to clatter, he felt a warmth take over his shoulders. A faint scent of lavender and sand drifted into his nose. He looked down, and was surprised to see a familiar red jacket around his torso. He turned to Keith who was as red as his jacket as he muttered, “Don’t want you getting sick.” Lance smiled warmly at him while Keith flushed a darker red. Some time passed when Pidge broke the silence. “So, where did you learn to dance like THAT?” Lance smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, Pigeotto, as you know, my familia is pretty big, so although we were always overflowing with love, we couldn’t say the same with money.” Lance smiled softly. “And when I got accepted into the Garrison, we were all thrilled. But also scared. How would we find the money for my tuition? But then it hit me. I could do street performances! It was actually kind of like a secret club or something.” “Wait, so you mean to tell me that you paid for all of your school expenses by dancing?!” Pidge gaped. “Yep! Lemme tell you my sweet gremlin, these hips don’t lie.” Lance finger gunned as he shimmied his hips. “Also I used to go with my sister to her pole dancing exercise classes back in Cuba. Who knew it come in this handy!” The other paladins chuckled while Keith swallowed thickly and had to take a second to recover. “Wait..I still have one more question.” “Yeah, Pidge?” “Where the fuck did Hunk get a boom box?” “PIDGE! LANGUAGE!”

  • My mind: Flashbacks to the days where in Tokyo Ghoul when things weren't rushed, there wasn't any "canon" ship,characters were actually developing, and when Tsukiyama wasn't written as a background character.
  • Me: Ah, good times.
The Lone Wolf

Originally posted by wolfeverything

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Avengers x female!Reader

Request: Could you write something with Bucky, who is dating a really shy girl who has a hard time talking to people she doesnt know well and the avengers tease her for it but didn’t think it would upset her so much so Bucky comforts her? Thanks! ^-^ -Anon

Warnings: language - some angst - fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I’ve been watching Ghost Adventures for hours, this show is just such a good meme. Anyways, here’s a fic for ya! I really hope I did the request justice, and I hope you like it! I’ve been having trouble coming up with some ideas lately, so send me some requests !!


The typical chatter and clatter of dinner filled the air. You were at the far end of the table, Bucky on your left and Tony on your right. Vision and Wanda had made a fantastic chicken dumpling soup and salad for dinner, and as the rest of the team ate, they talked amongst each other about their days, recent missions, and other things while you tried to keep to yourself like usual. It’s not that you didn’t like being a part of the team, but you were incredibly shy, and being put on the spot or trying to make small talk gave you pretty bad anxiety. You frequently stumble over your words and can’t really register what someone had said because of it, and honestly, it was embarrassing. You haven’t really been on the team too long. It’s only been about three months, and most of the time you’ve been at the compound has been spent reading, training, or hanging out with Bucky.

The “Lone Wolf” - that’s what they call you. The team gave you the nickname a few weeks after you joined. The name makes sense for you because, like a wolf, you live in a pack. Throughout your life, you’ve only been close to a few people at a time until they would leave you. Eventually, you’d drift back into another pack, but the endless cycle of drifting and being lost has left you with not only trust issues but a shy, nervous demeanor, as well. When you joined the team, you were scared shitless. The combination of all the new faces and people with having to adjust to a new surrounding sent you into a weird state. At first, you spent a lot of time by yourself. You would spend most of the day in your room, reading, drawing, doing whatever you wanted to, until the late hours of the night when you would head down to the training gym where you would spend a few hours releasing your built-up anxiety. Every so often, you’d find Bucky down there. He’d have earbuds in, either lifting an insane amount of weight or sometimes sending a punching bag flying across the room. When you first started going to the gym, the only contact you and Bucky would have was a nod of the head or the flash of a quick, often forced smile, but after a while, you started talking.

Bucky would tell you about his nightmares, and you would tell him stories of your past. Opening up to him felt more natural than breathing for you. You have never trusted anyone so much before. It was like you two had known each other for years, not just a few weeks.

Around him, you feel calm, like even just being in his presence drains you of anxiety. It’s almost like without him around, you’re stuck, locked in a cage of your own shyness, but with him, the lock falls away, and you’re free. He makes it easy to talk to him, and even when you can’t seem to find the right words or a topic to talk about, he still sits with you. The silence between you two isn’t uncomfortable like it would be if it was any other member of the team, but instead, it’s comforting, like you’re both just happy to be near each other. But, around the rest of the team, it was a whole new story.

You frequently stumble over your words, and whenever someone says anything to you, you can’t really register what they had said quickly, and honestly, it was embarrassing. So most of the time you were around the rest of the team, you let them do the talking while you would spectate and occasionally nod or shake your head. Even at dinner, you did your best to keep out of conversation, being too shy to really make any small talk with another member of the team besides Bucky, and tonight was no exception.  

“What do you think, Y/N?” Tony’s voice brings you back to the dinner around you. You look up from your bowl of soup to find everyone’s eyes on you.

“Wh-What?” You blink, sinking down into your seat. Heat quickly pools beneath your skin, and your face is burning.

“What movie should we watch tonight? Pulp Fiction or The Princess Bride?” They were still staring at you. You could feel the anxiety starting to bubble in your veins.

“O-Oh, I, uh…I-I don’t really c-care,” you mumble. The weight of their collective gazes hangs heavy on your shoulders.

“What was that?” Tony arches an eyebrow. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Speak up, pipsqueak,” Clint says before taking a sip of water. A few of the other members chuckle. Your gaze drops back down to your bowl and a muscle in your jaw twitches.

“I-I said,” you try to force some more volume into your voice. “I d-don’t really care.”

“Did you guys…hear something?” Clint cups a hand around the outside of his ear. “Some wind, maybe?”

His remark earns even more, stronger chuckles from the group. Now, it felt like flames were licking at your skin.

“I-I, um…I’m tired,” you mutter as you push away from the table, still looking down at the table.

“It’s only six,” Steve calls from down the table. “How are you tired?”

“I j-just…,” you choke as you clutch at the bottom of your shirt.

“C’mon, L.W.,” Tony says through a mouth full of salad. ‘L.W.’ was short for your nickname. You’re not sure who had started to shorten it or when, but the team seems to use it more than your actual name. “Calm down.”

“Yeah,” Clint laughs. “It’s about time you break out of your ‘shy’ shell.”

“I j-just….,” before you can finish, you hastily walk away from the table and head for the elevator to go back to your floor. You push the button, tightly hugging your chest as you wait for the door to slide open. Keeping your eyes glued to your feet, you step into the elevator as soon as it dings. You slowly turn around, the front of your body facing the open doors. As you watch the bottom of the doors close, something catches between them. Your head snaps up at the sound.

Bucky’s metal arm was in between the doors, and they slide back open. He takes a few steps and stands next to you, then hits the button for your shared floor that Steve also lives on. The doors finally closed.

“Hey,” he says gently, placing a hand on the side of your arm. “You okay?”

You could feel a few tears start to prick at your eyes. Your eyes fall again as you avoid his concerned gaze.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” you mumble, then clear throat. A few seconds later, the elevator doors open to your floor, and you quickly duck out, leaving Bucky behind. You rush past the open living area and kitchen and into your room - which is across from Bucky’s - and kick the door shut behind you. It didn’t click shut. You turn around and find Bucky standing in the doorway, his metal hand on the doorknob.

“Buck, I said I’m fine,” your tone sounds like you’re warning him under your breath. You sink down onto the end of your bed.

“It’s pretty obvious that you’re not,” Bucky sighs, crossing the room to sit next to you. The mattress dips under his weight. “I don’t blame you for leaving dinner. I would’ve done the same thing if I were you, doll.”

“I…,” you sniffle. “I just don’t get why I’m treated like this. I c-can’t help it that I’m shy and people make me nervous. It’s like I’m just some kind of joke to them.”

“C’mere, doll,” Bucky slides a strong arm behind your back, then gently grabs your arm and pulls you into his side. You rest your head against his shoulder, leaning into his embrace. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I should’ve told ‘em to stop.”

“It’s not your fault,” you whisper. “It’s not your job to protect me. Besides, I probably overreacted.”

“I know it’s not, but I care about you, a lot, and I could’ve at least helped you back there.”

“It’s okay,” you sigh. A few moments pass without either of you speaking. You can feel your mind start to settle as the warmth of Bucky’s hold and his calming presences flushes over you.

“Do you wanna watch somethin’?” Bucky nods towards the T.V. in your room. “I can grab some snacks from the kitchen.”

“Th-That sounds great,” you smile through a sniffle.

“I’ll be right back, doll,” he smiles back and presses a light kiss to the side of your head. He stands up and walks over to your dresser. He opens one of the drawers and pulls out some pajama shorts and a t-shirt, then tosses them over to you.

“Thanks, Buck,” you chuckle. He hums in response and turns out of the room.

By the time you’re done changing, Bucky had returned with his arms full of snacks and a few different movies. He had also changed into more comfortable clothing, opting for sweatpants and a loose-fitting t-shirt. After putting La La Land into the DVD player, Bucky climbs under the blanket of your bed next to you, handing you a bag of your favorite chips. Throughout the movie, Bucky would sing along with you to the songs and make jokes about the apparently cheesy storyline. Near the end of the second movie, you could feel the tug of sleep pulling you away from reality.

“I’m so glad you’re in my life,” you groggily mumbled into his chest.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, doll,” a light chuckle rumbles in his chest. His arm around your shoulder gently squeezes you. “I’ll always be here. I promise.”

You hum, smiling, as you drift further into sleep. Then, all that remains is the warmth of Bucky’s existence and the thought of him lingering in your mind.


Tags: @buckyisloved @awinterloveuniverse @isaxhorror @hollycornish @dcandmarvelimagines @bexboo616 @superwholockian5ever  @queendarkmuffin @theraputicwritings @asouthsideserpent @captainfbffangirl99 @randyortontattoos

Afraid - Theo Raeken

Originally posted by sweeetblueberry

Requested: Yes

warning: none and my grammar in English is terrible sorry for the mistakes, have fun!

Scott had called the pack at the hospital saying it was an emergency, he basically didn’t explain anything on the phone just made me worry about things and told me to meet him at the hospital. Theo was with me at my house and when Scott called, we took his car and went as fast as we could. When we got to the hospital, Scott went down the hall and ran up to him:
“Scott! Whats up?”
“Ah you’re here, that’s good, I want you to go to the second floor, the whole pack is there I’m just trying to find my mother, she said she wants to show us something.
“All right, come on, Theo.” I turned and pulled Theo by the hand toward the elevator. When we arrived everyone was there as scott said.
“Okay … what is he doing here?” Stiles said coming towards me.
“Stiles does not start please, he was there at home with me”
“He and you, at home, alone? Theo, if you put a finger on her…”
“For God’s sake Stiles, we were having dinner, can you stop now?”
“… I’m watching Y / N don’t forget this”
Theo rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the chair.
“Are you really going to be discussing this?” Theo said.
“Yes” me and Stiles speak at the same time.
“As much as I’d like to see your discussion, we have something more important to do,” Scott said, appearing out of nowhere with Melissa.
“Okay, kids, I need you guys to follow me, I have something to show you.”
Said and done, we entered a room down the hall it was very dark and icy, and there was no window. I looked around and my hearing started to get louder, my breathing quickened and my heart began to beat harder.
“I don’t like this place.” I said turning to Theo, he took my hands.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong princess?”
“I don’t know, I, it’s too dark and …”
Stiles approached Me pushing Theo to the side, he held my face and tried to make me look into his eyes but only the fact that he did so my breathing increased even more, I was feeling suffocated, I took his hands from me and I tried to control myself.
“I’m fine, just claustrophobia”
“Y / N are you sure? We can leave if you want,” Theo said.
“No, I’m fine, Melissa continue”
Theo and Stiles didn’t leave my side and then Melissa opened one of the drawers of the room, the noise I was hearing increased, the body in the room, was disgusting to see, had no face or anything, my breath increased again and I was beginning to distance myself from reality.
“Y / n, are you okay?”
I heard a distant voice calling me,Theo came in front of me and my vision was strange, he spoke to me and everything I could see and hear came in slow motion. Stiles put his hand on my shoulder and I shrugged scared, I started to take steps towards the exit and Liam who was in the door took my arm, after that everything happened very fast I let out a roar and my eyes changed the color, I broke his amr then threw him on the floor and with my fingernails I tore his face, I suddenly found myself on the floor, Theo was on top of me holding my two arms with his hands and holding me to the ground with the the weight of his body, I struggled to escape so I looked at Theo and roared again, Theo held me more tightly and let out a roar much louder than mine, so I stopped debating I looked at Theo in front of me and I went back to my normal form, my fangs retracted, my eyes returned to normal color, my breathing gradually subsided and Theo leaned his forehead against mine and gave me a delicate kiss, he helped me up and when I looked across the room all my friends were looking at me scared, so I saw Liam lying on the bleeding ground with a very deep wound on his face, and I had done that.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I … Theo?” I turned in Theo’s direction and he opened his arms for a hug, my eyes were full of tears and I stood in the room looking at him, then he pulled me and put my head on his chest.
“It’s okay princess, let’s go home and talk more calmly, okay?” Theo said and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
As soon as we were leaving the room Stiles grabbed Theo’s arm and said
“Please take care of her, don’t leave her if I’m not there, I’m not going to sleep at home today and my father is on work, so please”
“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Theo said and we left the hospital, Theo passed the car in a store and bought ice cream for us, I didn’t get out of the car in any moment, the trip from the hospital to my house was silent, it was already midnight when we got home, Theo opened the door and I went straight to the bathroom to wash my hands, there was blood on them, my friend’s blood, I don’t know what happened to me I just lost control.
“It wasn’t your fault my love, Liam knows it.” Theo appeared at the bathroom door leaning against the wall. I looked at him in the mirror and asked
“Does he? one of his best friends takes his blood violently and apparently for no reason, and he thinks That it’s not my fault Theo? It’s my fault, I hit him because I was scared!” I had begun to cry the moment I opened my mouth to speak, I leaned my hands on the sink and lowered my head, I wasn’t believing what had happened, I was ashamed of myself.
I heard Theo approaching me, his arms wrapped around my waist and he gave me a kiss on the shoulder:
“Look at me, come on princess please look at me”
I turned around and faced him, I was still crying but I didn’t want to look at him, guilt was consuming me. Then Theo put a hand under my chin and made me look at him.
“Babe, it’s not your fault, this thing that’s going on in Beacon Hills is affecting everyone, some more than others.You got scared with Liam and went to try to defend yourself”
“I attacked him Theo”
“In your mind it wasn’t Liam you know”
“I’m so sorry Theo, I didn’t want to do that I hurt him and he’s my friend”
“he will heal princess don’t worry, he is a werewolf”
“yeah but imagine if it was with Stiles, he was right next to me if I had hurt him, if anything had happened to him I would never forgive myself”
“but nothing happened to him, he’s safe, you’re safe, I’ll stay with you always, I’ll never leave you babe” Theo kissed my forehead and then my cheek, then kissed my nose and my neck several times making me smile, I felt him grinning at my neck and then he leaned his forehead against mine.
“Best smile I could receive” so he kissed my mouth
“I love you a lot” and this time it was Theo’s turn to smile at me
“ I love you too baby girl”

Title: Escape the Night I(Stark! Reader x Peter Parker)


Summary: The team is all invited to Tony’s housewarming dinner party, a 20s themed soiree with a twisted surprise that not even Mr. Stark himself knows about.

Word Count: 2472

A/N: WOOH! This is definitely inspired by Escape the Night on YouTube Red; I love it so much that I had to write something. If you guys like this part, let me know and I’ll totally do a part 2! I hope you enjoy!

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random sechskies stuff

• a bunch of people didn’t like sunghoon back in the 90s bc he smiled too much (so a h.o.t fan spat in his face & a shinhwa fan pulled on his long luscious hair)

• jiwon, the dictator, would always get first dibs and choose the bread that tasted the best whenever their manager bought them bread. suwon would get the worst one bc he apparently had no willpower to do anything ever

• jaejin was asked who out of sechskies he would date if the members were all girls, and he chose jiyong bc he had a really skinny waist

• jaeduk was the only one to not date any celebrities back in the 90s bc he had a gf back in busan (suwon: no one would date him lol)

• jiwon & sunghoon think all cockroaches are the main epitome of evil in this world

• suwon & jaeduk would often call each other honey when they worked as j-walk. and then they kinda stopped after jaeduk became friends w tony

• jaejin would always get left behind bc he would go to the restroom and the van would forget about him and just leave w the other 5 members

• sechskies went on this show where they would have to try not to laugh when the comedians tried to make them laugh. all the comedians were scared shitless of jiyong bc he would never laugh at their comedy

So like I love the Modern Royals AU and coffeeshop and bookstore aus and all, but just picture normal modern life…

  • Like everyone lives really close together
  • I imagine Eustace and Edmund share an apartment at some point
  • And it’s like some 90s sitcom where everyone comes and goes from each other’s homes as they please
  • Susan being like the little mother of the group
  • She’s the one lecturing everyone about healthy choices and preaching salad while Lucy bakes a double chocolate cake that disappears within ten minutes
  • and Susan low-key surreptitiously cleaning the boys’ apartment: like putting a timed air freshener in the bathroom and an automatic shower cleaner and keeping Frebreze in her purse and empties it around the apartment before she leaves (Edmund and Eustace are pretty tidy people though, compared to Peter…no one lets Susan to go his apartment)
  • Susan and Caspian have late late night talks
  • Peter insisting everyone take self-defense classes (originally he just insisted the girls take it, but then realized if they all went together he could watch Lucy drop Caspian on his back in three seconds flat)
  • Eustace is always trying to smuggle in his bug collection, despite Edmund’s rule against it. (”No bugs, Eustace.” “But my ant colony wouldn’t be-” “No Bugs. NO. Bugs.”)
  • (So Eustace gets really excited every time there’s like a spider in the shower or something)
  • Also, Lucy calling having to call her brothers or Eustace to kill a bug when there’s one in her place
  • Really big group hugs
  • When men whistle or cat call at the girls, the guys don’t get aggressive. They just cat call the men back.
  • I bet Caspian takes Eustace clubbing just to see what happens
  • Sunday brunches
  • Edmund always runs errands for everyone, so he has a key to everyone’s places, and has thus walked in on his brother at very awkward moments.
  • Surprise parties for everyone’s birthday. (they all see it coming, they just don’t know when or where it will happen.)
  • (Like Edmund bringing Lucy groceries she asked for (which included a lot of party supplies) but when he walked into her apartment they were all there, screaming “SURPRISE,” and it scared him so badly he flung all the grocery bags at them.)
  • (But that’s nothing compared to the time they all tried to surprise Lucy by hiding so she wouldn’t see anyone until she turned on the lights, but Eustace hid behind the door and Lucy thought he was a mugger so she took him down and poor Eustace was incapacitated for the whole party.)
  • When Lucy wants to get a tattoo, she wants to get everyone’s opinion about her ideas….but first it takes her and everyone else a year and half to convince Peter to drop the patriarchy and let her get one. 
  • All night movie night where they all plan to be up until dawn but like almost everyone falls asleep after the second movie
  • Everyone always has someone to lean on and go to for any reason

After writing all of these, I feel there’s a lot of story/drabble potential. Message me if you wanna read any in particular. :)

Put All These Pieces Back Together

// requested by anonymous:  HI U R SUCH A GOOD WRITER I CRY okay could u possibly do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader has a crush on Peter but she doesn’t know if he likes her and she used to have an eating disorder & one day they’re @ a party and her drunk friend says something about her not eating today or something and Peter overhears and takes her aside and asks if she’s okay and like comforts her idkIDK like maybe angst at first but then super cute by the end IDK THANKS SO MUCH ILY

// a/n: oml i feel so loved, thank you so much for the praise!! i’m so, so sorry this took so long to get up, i had a massive, unshakable case of writer’s block. i hope i did okay… it’s sort of cheesy but hopefully you’ll like it anyway. thanks for the request and the love <3 enjoy!!

// character: peter parker/spiderman

// pairing: peter x reader

// summary: “your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.”


It’s past curfew on a Friday night, and this is exactly the sort of situation you’ve been told to stay away from.

The party seems like something straight out of a cliche high school romance flick, with red solo cups littering the floor and hormonal teenagers pressed against each other in the corners, lips locked together and hands roaming each others’ bodies.

Your senses feel dulled by the constant, heavy thrum of the bass blasting through the speakers and the strong reek of alcohol that seems to have settled into the air. Still, you haven’t been to a party since–well, since before everything that happened last year, and Becca has vehemently assured you that the awkwardly clingy black top you dug out of her closet makes you look “like a total catch”.

So part of you thinks that having a little fun might not be such a bad idea.

You destroy your opponents through a few rounds of beer pong, expertly avoid a game of seven minutes in heaven before one of your friends can drag you in, fail fantastically at pool and spend a lot of the night mingling and swaying to the music.

It’s a little past midnight when Becca stumbles into you, a ditsy smile plastered on her face and her eyes clouded with insobriety.

“Hi,” she mumbles giddily as she pitches forward and you hastily grab her shoulders to keep her from spilling to the ground in a heap.

You chuckle a little. “How much did you have to drink?” you say loudly, trying to make your voice heard over the pounding music.

A crease forms between her brows and she shrugs. “I dunno,” she grins. “A lot.”

With a mixture of exasperation and fondness, you sigh and set her on the couch. “God, you are going to have such a hangover tomorrow. Promise me you’ll let me drive you home?”

She nods, but you know she’s not really listening when her eyes glance in the other direction and she says in what you think is supposed to be a quiet voice, “He’s staring at you.”

Your eyes follow her gaze to a familiar brown-haired boy in a Star Wars t-shirt, who quickly looks away to observe a nearby game of pool. “Who, Peter?” You laugh a little, but a hot blush creeps up on your cheeks and you duck your head. “Yeah right. Like he’d be staring at me.”

Your best friend’s gaze swivels from him to you and back. “You should tell him,” she declares.

“Say it a little louder, would you?” you hiss sarcastically. “I don’t think they heard you in Jersey.”

She laughs. “I’m serious,” she says, though it’s in a hushed whisper this time as she pulls you closer by the arm. “You’ve liked him for forever. And judging by the way he’s looking at you in that outfit,” her voice dips into a sing-song tone as she slurs, “he likes you too.

Rolling your eyes, you shove her shoulder gently. “Shut up, Bea, you know he doesn’t think of me that way.” you huff, and a smirk crosses her face as she stands abruptly.

“Whatever you say. I’m gonna grab some food,” she says, stretching. “You want anything?”

You shake your head, but she pouts. “Y/N, you skipped lunch, too,” she protests.

“Yeah, because I had to make up that test for Mr. Dewar. I ate after school,” you explain. You’re not lying; you don’t do that anymore. You’re better now. Or at least, you’re trying.

But Becca, drunk, doesn’t seem to see it that way. “Are you trying to stop eating again?” She makes a poor attempt at a whisper. “Because you know it’s not good for you.” She sounds like a scolding parent, and a few pairs of eyes around the room drift over to you.

Stop staring, you plead mentally, your insides squirming under their gazes. “Bea,” you say through gritted teeth, “I’m fine, okay? Drop it.”

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself!” She’s loud. Too loud. Heads swivel in your direction.

People are looking at you. Everyone’s looking at you. I’m fine, you want to scream. It’s over. Nothing’s wrong with me.

But their eyes linger.

You feel like it’s freshman year all over again, and you’re collapsing on the gym floor and the nurse is bending over you and saying something about malnourishment and everyone is staring at you and you can’t breathe. And suddenly, you’re back to being the object of gossip and stolen glances and whispers in the hallway when they think you aren’t listening– she’s that anorexic girl, the one who was fat until she starved herself.

You have to remind yourself that you’re here and not there, that this is a party and you’re supposed to be having fun but instead you’re trying to remember how you’re supposed to breathe.

In, out. In, out.

Right. Easy.

So why can’t you seem to catch a breath?

It takes you a minute to realize that your hands are shaking and that Becca’s still talking, although you aren’t really listening anymore.

You mutter some excuse and slip out of the room; she tries to call out to you but you can’t seem to get to the back door fast enough.

The grass is wet. The air is humid and cool and heavy with the smell of rain, the sharp contrast to the heat inside hitting you as you step into the yard, tugging at the sleeves of your jacket and trying to shove the taste of bile back down your throat.

The smell of alcohol lingers on your clothes and you can still feel the bass from inside; you wonder for a moment what you’re doing here, when a book and a warm blanket seems like such a nice alternative.

Oh right, you think to yourself. I was trying to be normal, for one night.

Normal. You’ve spent the last eight months trying to get back there. Talking to doctors, therapists, guidance counselors, anyone who thinks they can help. You remember the before picture of it all, when you were scared and angry and you hated yourself, and now you feel the exact same way and you think that maybe you haven’t come all that far.

“Why did you do it?” the counselor asks, sincere concern lacing her words. “You have such a beautiful body, can’t you see that?”

You try to laugh, but think you might cry instead as you looked up at her. “Have you ever been to high school?”

She gives you the look, the one you’ve come to know all-too-well, that mixture of pity and disappointment that seems to be etched on everyone’s faces these days. You want to tell her to stop, that you don’t want her pity, that you might feel a lot better if everyone would just quit looking at you that way–

“–re you okay?”

Surprised, your head snaps towards him immediately. You didn’t even notice him come out. But Peter’s standing there, concern in those deep brown eyes and one hand running through his brown hair nervously.

You open your mouth, tempted to say you’re fine, that there’s nothing for him to worry about. But as you look at him, you feel a bit of your resolve wear away. At first, you’re not sure why, but then, you think, it’s Peter, the geeky science nerd you’ve known for years, exchanging study guides and making cheesy science jokes from the back of the classroom and maybe falling a little in love along the way. It’s Peter, so instead of lying you shake your head. “Not really, no,” you breathe.

“You’re not…are you still…” he trails, like he doesn’t quite know how to phrase the question.

Your choice of words, however, is more blunt. “I’m not starving myself anymore, if that’s what you mean. I haven’t done that in a long time.”

Peter looks at you for a long time, as though trying to figure out whether or not you’re lying, and then gives you a slow nod as he leans against the wall next to you. “What happened in there?” he asks quietly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

“Nothing.” You drop your gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. If you do, you think you might break into tears.

“Y/N, you can talk to me.”

Sighing slowly, you glare at the ground. “I just…I couldn’t breathe. I–everyone was staring at us. I didn’t want to-to stay in there and let them gawk at me like I was some animal in a zoo. Like I was some…” you grit your teeth, voice shaking, “some beast that they were looking at through glass.”

He hesitates, and then, sounding shocked, “Is that how you feel?”

Part of you wishes he would leave, so he wouldn’t see you cry. “That’s how I’ve always felt, Peter. Why–” You shudder as your voice breaks. “Why do you think I did this?” You look up at him, blinking tears out of bloodshot eyes. Slowly, you sink into the grass, ignoring the fact that the rainwater is seeping through your tights, and draw your knees to your chest.

He doesn’t say anything, just kneels next to you and holds you in his arms when you finally break into shaking sobs, your breath stuttering as you try to hold them back. But you don’t think there’s any part of you that can fight it anymore, and the tears just fall in a torrent of frustration that you haven’t let go of in far too long. The saltwater streaks down your face and soaks his hoodie, and he runs his fingers through your hair, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup when the sobs finally slow, your voice muffled by his body.

Peter shakes his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs. “You don’t deserve to feel this way.”

“Maybe I do.”

“You don’t.” His voice is insistent as he cups your cheek with his hands. “You don’t deserve this. You’re beautiful.”

He sounds…honest. You meet his eyes, and sincerity is all you can see. Something inside of you swells. “I haven’t…no one’s ever said that to me.”

“They should.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t hold just anyone as their tears totally soak my favorite shirt, you know,” he teases.

A watery chuckle escapes your lips, and he grins, looking a little proud of himself.

“I guess it’s a good thing I wore waterproof mascara,” you joke, wiping the wet tracks away from your face with a sleeve and sniffling. It earns you a laugh.

“Do you…want me to walk you home?” he offers as you pick yourself off the ground.

You shake your head. “I think I’ll stay a while. Someone’s got to keep Becca from making a total fool out of herself,” you say, taking a deep breath to compose yourself and then starting to walk towards the party.

He chuckles. “I’ll stay for a while, too, then. But, uh, Y/N? One more thing.”

“Yeah?” You turn around.

A flash of nerves crosses his face before his hand wraps around your waist, the other one resting in your hair, and he kisses you. It’s soft and sweet and his lips taste better than anything you’ve ever forced yourself not to eat, and it’s Peter and your heart’s never soared this high and you think he might just be the person to fix you.

Nine Months Or So

Pairing: Jensen x Reader 
Words: 779
Requested by @scxrchy:  Hi! If your requests are open, would you write a Jensen x wife!reader where they are at a convention, and reader is a returning character on the show, and the reader breaks the news to the fans that she won’t be able to be on the show for a bit p1/?P2/? Reader announces sure won’t be on the show for the next season unless the writers and producers come up with some weird stuff, and Jared asks how long she won’t be on the show, and that’s when the fans realize reader and Jensen are extracting a Child, and could it be super cute, and a little fluffy? I don’t know how else to word this, sorry p3/3 



          You were really excited to be at the large panel with the cast members of Supernatural. You couldn’t wait to get to talk with fans, tell stories, and answer questions. You loved these times.

           “Hey, Beautiful,” Jensen came up behind you, putting his arms around your waist as you waited to go on stage with everyone.

           You leaned back against him, “Hey, Handsome.”    

           “You ready to hang out with everyone?” he asked.

           “Always,” you nodded.

           “Come on, Ackles’,” Jared said, “It’s time to get out there.”

           You laughed, taking Jensen’s hand in yours. The two of you, along with Jared, Misha, and Mark.

           The audience was so excited to see all of you walk onto the stage and sit behind the table together. You couldn’t stop smiling as you looked out at everyone and how happy they were to see you and the guys.

           “Hey!” you all waved.

           “So, you guys look amazing,” Jensen said, looking out at everyone, “Thanks for coming out today.”

           “Who wants to start?” Jared asked, “Anyone have a question?”

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Pure Evil

Anonymous said:

Peter pan fanfic where yn is the most feared villain of all time and he takes an interest on her bc EVIL 😅😂

50shadesofpetals said:

Hey 🌸 Can you do an imagine where Pan is dating you, but he discovers through one of the younger boys that Felix likes you. And Peter confronts Felix about it, and kills him, in front of you? 😊 I hope that’s an okay idea?

Warning/s: dark reader and dark pan

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Summary: you’re the most feared villain

Character: Peter Pan

Y/N laughed as the woman in front of her begged for her daughter’s life. “Just spare my daughter’s life, please!” the woman shouted. Y/N pouted mockingly. “Sorry, lady. But I don’t make exceptions.” Y/N waved her hand as the woman and her daughter fell to the ground, lifeless. Y/N chuckled darkly and disappeared into thin air.

Y/N is known as the most evil of them all. She’s more evil than the Evil Queen and the dark one. Everyone is afraid of her because she’s basically the most powerful in all the realms. Her history with the sorcerer and the very first dark one isn’t very appealing. For the sorcerer and the dark one, that is.

Y/N’s appearance isn’t exactly suitable for her personality because when you look at her, all you will see is an innocent teenage girl. You wouldn’t expect her to be the terrifying, evil one.

Being the most evil person can be pretty hard. People begging for their lives, others asking for your help for something stupid. There’s even this one point where the dark one asked you to join forces with him which you happily declined, causing for him to grow an unbearable hatred towards you. But being the most evil one can be also quite entertaining because you wouldn’t expect a demon to take an interest towards you.

Yes, a demon has taken an interest in you. A demon that goes by the name ‘Peter Pan’. No one has ever tried flirting with you, because they were all scared, so when Peter Pan asked you to have dinner with him on his island, you politely agreed.


That dinner happened a long time ago and what you and Peter have now is quite confusing. You didn’t exactly accept him to be your lover and when he asked why, you just answered with “Not just because I ate dinner with you, doesn’t mean I want to be with you”. But you did stay on Neverland. You wanted to give him a try. You wanted to see what he’s capable of.

All you ever did with him was flirt and maybe some teasing which he loved because it ‘shows off your dark side’. Not that your dark side isn’t already showing.

There’s this one day though. The day where Peter finally impressed you. He made it clear that he’s capable to do anything for you.

Felix, Peter’s right hand man, apparently had a ‘crush’ on you. The younger lost boys knew about it and told Peter about it. Peter wasn’t exactly happy to hear that news. He didn’t want any competition when it comes to you so he did what was needed to be done.

He called Felix and confronted him in front of you. You could see the nervousness raging through the poor boy’s body. You enjoyed the scene in front of you though. You smirked as Peter asked Felix if what the younger lost boys said was true. When Felix nodded, Peter shoved his hand in Felix’s chest, gripping his heart tightly causing the boy to fall on his knees.

“Next time, don’t try to go against me.” Peter crushed the heart and smirked.

“Oh.. I guess there wouldn’t be any next time then” he chuckled darkly and turned towards you.

Your smirk turned into a genuine smile.

“Feisty.. I like it” you whispered. Peter’s face lit up as he walked over to you.

“Really?” he asked.

“Yeah..” you smiled, leaning closer to his face.

“Did you somehow change your opinion about me then?” he asked, leaning closer to your face.

“Indeed” you closed the space and kissed him deeply, him smirking against your lips as he used his hands to pull you closer to his body, loving the body heat that was coming from you.

Needless to say, the both of you became the most feared couple in the entire realms, always succeeding in every mission you two has faced. Peter was the best thing that happened to you and you to him.



note: lol @ this .. anyways.. i hope you liked this one! thanks for the request and all.. :3

I feel like I’m slightly beginning to write smut lmao


but i dont :P


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lovescharlie1  asked:

Hi! I was just thinking back about all the sterek moments and I remembered the scene in the last episode season three where Derek dreamed of Stiles. I don't remember what he was asking him, but since it was Stiles, do you think they were implying that he's Derek's anchor?

Oh hell yes, they were. 

Let me just rant for a moment…

STILES STILINSKI IS DEREK HALE’S ANCHOR.

And let me explain why/how this came to pass.

 Back in seasons 1 and 2, Derek explained that his anchor was his anger towards Kate after his family died in the house fire, but then Stiles came along and outed Kate’s lack of morals to Chris and Peter slashed open her throat, leaving Derek with a lot of unfounded anger that he couldn’t ground and so turned it on everyone around him. Then along came season 3 and that anger turned into depression as he watched the members of his pack - his new family - being killed or found dead. And who was there for hi when all others were scared to go near him? 

Stiles was.

Stiles was the only one who was brave enough and caring enough to break down Derek’s walls and get to him on an emotional level.

But it’s also Stiles who keeps him on his toes and constantly keeps him thinking, and while Derek mocks him at times by saying that to think like Stiles is to think ‘like  hyperactive spazz’, but it’s his connection to Stiles and his ability to think like him that he is able to find Braeden and Satomi’s pack before they all die.

It’s also Stiles who tries to make him smile or tests his patience (like he does in the ‘Let’s see that fist, Big Guy’ scene) to prove that Derek isn’t just a creature of rage and to show him that he’s still human.

So, when Derek is scared and couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not, his mind went to the person who is his emotional centre and who can help him through any situation with reasoning, someone who knows what it’s like to face loss, depression and anxiety; not Peter, not his mother, not his sisters, but his anchor: Stiles.

Originally posted by elliotaldersin


And this is why I hate Jeff Davis: he set Stiles and Derek up as soulmates, as each other’s anchors and saviours, but then he threw that all out the window for the sake of poorly written heteronormative ‘relationships’.


(Thank you for listening, sorry for the rant)

anonymous asked:

Idk man like I get that Luke was pissed with the gods and had every right to be angry in which made him the perfect person to become and be Kronos but like are we also going to ignore how shitty he was for like making Percy beleive he had a friend or someone to look up to, be betrayed, turned his back on Annabeth when he promised her that they'd always be a family (and spent like his last literal moment of life asking if she loved him) luke was a shitty person just saying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anon, you have no idea how enraged you have made me over the past few hours. I’m going to let you know I’m pissed, I’m not going to hide it, why would I? You need to know just how angry I am, because that has literally driven me to writing this answer. Before I start with the topic of Luke Castellan in general, let’s get a few things out of the way. The first thing, is going to be debunking this absolutely horrid and stereotypical ask you sent me in the first place.

  • There’s no need in telling me Luke was an absolute imbecile when it came to his judgment skills, we all know he absolutely failed that test.
  • Not once on this blog have I ever said in my life, that what Luke did to Annabeth wasn’t shitty. It was so horrible, Luke and Annabeth’s relationship was manipulative. He knew she looked up to him and he used it against her and that’s not okay. But just because he was manipulating her, does not automatically rule out the fact that he couldn’t have been being manipulated himself.
  • PSA: Because I know I’m going to have to repeat myself, I’m not excusing his behavior. I’m looking at the bigger picture.
  • Lastly, saying Luke was a shitty person because he made Percy believe he was his friend, is a weak argument and wouldn’t make it very far in an actual debate on the grounds that: Percy knew Luke a total of like what, a week? Luke, more likely than not, knew Percy was the target from the very start and treated him like a friend on purpose. He was being manipulative for who? Oh, I think we all know that. And Percy was not nearly as blinded as Annabeth this early on. He got pissed off the second he figured out it was Luke and he stayed pissed off. Percy was fully aware of what Luke was doing and he wasn’t even a quarter as affected by Luke’s betrayal than Annabeth was.
  • And that last thing, about the love thing? I’m going to get to that at the very end when we get into Luke’s character, but feel free to scroll all the way down right now.

Right now though, we’re not going to talk about Luke right away, because we all know Luke! He was a spectacularly written character! We know him very well, but do you know someone that no one seems to pay attention to? The very cannibalistic, titan lord that was canonically labeled “The Wicked One” in this series.

(I’m putting this under a read more because it’s just that long, but my read more’s on asks haven’t been working lately, so I’m really sorry if you all get stuck with this long post on your dashboards.)

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Dishwasher Safe

A/N: the basis of the this fic was borrowed from elsewhere. But I asked permission…. Well, I’m made @castielspahdehrah ask permission for me. If it’s well received I may be persuaded to write another part.

“I really need to go and clean the kitchen," you sighed, not wanting to move. The dishwasher needed emptying and various pots and pans needed putting back into their proper places.

"I’ll go, you cooked. Plus I should do more around here really seeing as you won’t take any rent from me,” your friend and colleague Spencer hauled himself up off the couch. He’d been staying with you for the last three weeks whilst his apartment building was having some work done on it. He hadn’t asked, you’d offered when you found out he was planning on moving into a hotel for the two months the renovations would take. You had a spare room and you two got on well enough, it made sense.

“I’m not gonna argue with you there. Bring me more wine please,” you smiled sweetly and relaxed back into the cushions.

A few moments later you could hear him clattering around in the kitchen and you closed your eyes, relaxing.

“What the….. What the hell?”

What now? Wearily you pushed yourself up and walked over to the kitchen, seeing Spencer with a bright purple silicone implement in his hand.

Whoops, you’d forgotten that had been in there.

“Is this…. Oh my God it is,” realising what he was holding, Spencer tossed it onto the counter top, a look of mild disgust on his face.

“Hey, don’t treat George like that. He needs to be treated with love and care,” you entered the kitchen and grabbed your toy.

“Why the hell was it in the dishwasher Y/N?”

“Because it needed cleaning?” well duh.

“YOU PUT YOUR SEX TOYS IN THE DISHWASHER?”

He wasn’t angry, more……a mixture of shocked and confused.

“Well not all of them. Only my dildos. It’s the best place for them. They’re dishwasher safe so…. Saves me having to boil them.”

“But… but…. but.”

“Oh come on Spencer. You know more than anyone how important it is for things to be properly cleaned. How germs are everywhere. You didn’t even shake my hand for weeks when I first started because of all the evil germs you were scared I’d transmit to you. You wouldn’t want me putting an unclean dildo into my vagina would you?”

“No, of course not…. Wait what?” he now looked appalled, his cheeks flushing red.

“Sex toy hygiene is very important to me.”

He blinked a few times, looking to the toy in your hand and then to the plates on the side that he’d emptied out.

“I presume that had been used when it went into the machine?”

“Well I gave it quick rinse under the tap before I stuck it in the dishwasher but yeah.”

“Right.” He turned back to the plates and started loading them back into the machine.

“What are you doing?” although it was very obvious what he was doing.

“I can’t eat off the same plates that have been washed in the same water as your…. as your…. ”

“Dildo?”

He nodded.

“And why not? The water’s hot. It would have sterilised everything. I don’t have cooties you know, Reid.”

“I know you don’t but…”

“And,” you stepped closer to him. “As a grown man I’m quite certain that you’re not unfamiliar with the taste of a woman’s…. juices. Not that you would be able to taste anything because like I say, the water will have cleaned it all.”

He flushed a deeper red.

“So what’s the problem Spencer?”

“It’s weird okay! You’re my friend, my work colleague. I don’t want to be eating off things that have been washed in the same water as your used dildo.”

“So if we were dating would it be different?” this was fun.

“I don’t know! Maybe!”

“Well that’s good to know.” You waited for him to finish reloading the dishwasher. Which he hadn’t emptied or loaded himself all week so didn’t know what you did.

“Spencer…. ”

“Yes?”

“Just so you know, George has been in there for a few cycles already. I forgot that I’d put him in there last week.”

With that, you skipped off towards the bedroom to place George back in the drawer with his brothers and sisters, leaving Spencer spluttering to himself as the penny dropped in his brain.

Together

Author’s Note. I´m actually really excited to be sharing this with you guys. It´s my first Losers Club imagine and with one of my favorite characters. Really hope you like it and request for more. 

Originally posted by dailylosersclub

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