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I’ve Always Been Here [Peter Parker x Reader]

Summary: In which Peter ditches his best friend, [Y/N] for Liz Allan and popularity. 

Warnings: A swear or two

Word Count: 752

A/N: For the purpose of the storyline there is some Liza bashing in this fic. BUT I this in no way represents my feelings towards the character, as I love her. Enjoy!!

Originally posted by sddonald22

Ever since you were tiny, you and Peter Parker had been the closest of friends. Your days used to consist of you and him running around the playground, pretending to fly like Iron Man. Then you would sit on the swings and talk for hours about anything and everything. That was how it was from preschool until middle school. High School changed everything. Bonnie and Clyde were no more. Peter became distant, talked to you less and less everyday. But he was your only friend, you were dependent on him, so when he left, you were alone. You had tried to branch out, find new friends, but your reputation as the “awkward girl with social anxiety” didn’t get you anywhere.

So there you were, walking into the cafeteria, book in hand, prepared to spend another dull lunch period by yourself, reading. You sat at a table in the corner, and opened up your book, but something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You turned your head cautiously, to find Peter and Liz Allan eating each others faces off, obviously not caring who watches. You felt an odd pang in your chest. You knew it was jealousy, the jealousy you tried so hard to repress. You see, as Peter became more distant with you, he grew closer to her. Your chest felt like it was going to explode, and you felt a lump grow in your throat. You grabbed your book and ran out of the classroom, oblivious to the one pair of eyes following your movement.

After school, you rushed home, your mood still sour from the day’s previous events. You opened the door and without looking up from the floor, slammed your bag on the ground and rushed to your room. You shut the door and locked it. Your knees gave out as you slid to the floor. You hid your faces in between your legs. You wouldn’t cry, you refused to. It was just a stupid guy, you knew you shouldn’t cry over a guy, yet a single tear fell down your cheek anyway.

“[Y/N]?” a soft voice said. Your head snapped up, and you quickly wiped your tear away. You looked towards your open window where the sound was coming from, and your eyes widened as you saw who was there.

“Peter?” Your ‘best-friend’ climbed into you room and gently shut the window. You couldn’t hide the happiness you felt. He was here. But he hadn’t been here in so long, it felt weird seeing him next to the posters on your wall. A sight once so familiar had become a stranger to you. All you saw was red as you went over to him and started smacking his chest. He took it, allowing you to release everything inside you. You stopped hitting him, and looked him dead in the eye.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You spat.

“I know that you’re angry-”

“Angry?! Oh I’m much more than angry, Parker.”

“Just listen-”

“You left me!” His shoulders tensed, and he looked at the floor, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes. “But I guess I can’t blame you right? I’m just me.”

“It wasn’t about you.”

“Oh that’s right. It’s all about Liz Allan! How stereotypical of you to ditch me and start slummin’ it with the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school.”

“She was there for me when no one else was!”

Silence. Your eyes welled up with tears as you stared at the stranger in front of you. He even looked different. No more dorky sweaters and science pun t-shirts. Now it was button ups and slick backed hair.

“Bullshit! I was always there for you! You decided to leave, don’t blame me!” You screamed, your voice breaking, and tears sliding down your cheeks freely. Peter shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

“You were never there for me,” he said.

“I was always there,” you whispered. “Why couldn’t you see me? Why can you still not see me? I would go to the moon and back for you, still. Even after all of this shit.”

He didn’t answer.

“Leave,” you said firmly. All the emotion inside you had left. No more anger, no more sadness, it was just a pit of emptiness.



“Fine,” he spat. Then he whipped around and climbed out your window. Your knees gave out and you slid to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. You knew you had lost him forever.

Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 2 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: I am so happy that part 1 received so much positive feedback and I am so happy that you all love it so much! Here is part 2 for you. I’ll try to post a part each night until the series is complete. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!!! Much love to you all. xx

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three (Coming Soon)

Tags: @vaultvixen @everythingilove-blog @petah-parkah-and-potahtas @holycoldcoffee @thechandlerbingdance @jinx-is-fire @unapologetically-insane @moonlightbae14 

Phase One of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Steve to agree to the group costume.

Hopper swung by to pick up El and Max after school, leaving the four boys alone to wait for Steve. He took on the responsibility of dropping them off at home after each school day ended, unless they had AV Club and in that case Joyce would pick them up.

“Alright, guys,” Dustin clapped his hands to get their attention, gathering them up into a circle. “Remember the plan. We changed our costume idea, and now we’re going to be the T-Birds, and we want Steve to dress up as one too so the group is complete. I am Kenickie. Mike, you are Sonny. Will, you are Doody. And Lucas, you are Putzie.”

“Why do you get to be the cool one?” Will asked.

“Because Danny and Kenickie are best friends, like Steve and I are, so it works,” Dustin explained to them.

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You Are My Sunshine: Chapter One

Summary: A Reddie Soulmate AU where you cannot see in color until you lay eyes on your soulmate.

A/N: I’m super excited to be writing this piece! I intend for it to maybe be 5-7 chapters? Maybe longer, haha. Anyways this is based off of my headcanons I made! Hope you enjoy, and let me know if I should make a tag list!

Warnings: Fluff/Angst(in later chapters) That’s basically it until the next few chapters hnnnngngng

Richie Tozier hated the whole idea of having a soulmate.

He always knew that he was different, special if you will. From the young age of fourteen, Richie knew that he wasn’t like his peers. They could see in color and Richie in grayscale. You see, when you’re born, you can only see the world in black and white. That is until you lock eyes with your soulmate for the first time.

He was a freak. An outcast that resented the fact that he was not like the others. Truth be told, Richie desperately wanted a friend, someone that would love him and be there for him. But unfortunately, it seemed like he would never find his match. Richie was nineteen years old now and still couldn’t see the world for what it truly was.

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kimmy-h-life  asked:

We (as in me) need fluffy fics about Demon James. I don't know what about but I believe in you

He’s a baby! ❤️  Drabble okay?

Groaning at the soft light illuminating the room, gently muted by a curtain, you lifted yourself up off the mattress slightly. Glancing around the room, you felt at home, despite having only been to the apartment a couple of times. Nevertheless you smiled, stretching out momentarily, before closing your eyes. A lovely, swirling smell of popularized breakfast foods filled the atmosphere, breathing it in you giggled a little, pushing the covers off you and finding the nearest article of clothing, naturally being your lovers shirt from the night previous.Walking barefooted into the open kitchen of the apartment, he greeted you lovingly.

“Good morning, beautiful,” James smiled, taking you in as if you looked like a princess, “ah, that’s where I placed my shirt.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, rubbing your eye a little at the now brighter room, “good morning.”

“How’d you sleep?” James inquired, actually caring about you, embracing your frame as you wrapped your arms around his figure, nuzzling close. 

“Wonderfully,” you bit your lip out of pure happiness, feeling James’ hand rub your back, “I swear you’re heavenly.”

With a sigh combined into a chuckle, James smiled, looking down at you for a moment, returning his attention to the stove he was working on. Keeping one hand on you, he didn’t tell you to let go, he just managed to shift around the pans with one hand. Opening your eyes, you observed, scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and some pancakes.

“I didn’t know you could cook, James,” you placed a kiss under his jawline, bringing one hand to the middle of his chest, his own hand fell to the small of your back. 

“Well,” his smile was wide, “now you know. Why don’t you pick out what you want to drink? I’ve got orange juice, apple juice, water, chocolate milk, I think?”

Another well placed kiss to his warm skin and you were off to find a beverage. Opening the fridge, you leaned against the door, pursing your lips in debate of what you were in the mood for. James shifted his eyes to you for a moment. His dress shirt fell perfectly on you, slightly peeking up at your hips then dipping to cover you tastefully, falling around mid-thigh. He smiled to himself, wondering how he was so lucky to have you in his life. 

“What do you want, Darling?” You mused, pulling out the orange juice. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he answered, divvying up the eggs, adding two mini-pancakes and putting a side of fresh fruit on two plates. 

Pouring the juice into two glasses, you placed them next to the plates he had set on the bar of the counter. Hopping up onto a bar stool, you watched James come around the marble counter, joining you in where you sat. Casual conversation was brought up as you both enjoyed a marvelous meal, cooked right from home. There was something so, so sweet about James, despite being a demon, he was different. Even his horns looked different from other demons, but you couldn’t quite place what it was. 

“That was wonderful,” you compliment your chef, “you really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“Yeah, I did,” James gave you little eskimo kisses, “you’re a princess and deserve this every morning.” 

Before you could counter him with a witty saying, you heard the oven’s timer go off, sharp and clear. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were a bit confused, thinking breakfast had been done for some time now. James quickly got up, as you watched with curiosity. Slipping on two oven mitts, he reached in and pulled out a tray filled with swirling, warm cinnamony goodness being emitted from it.

“I forgot,” James looked up with bright eyes, setting the pan in the middle of the counter, easily accessible from either side, as he came around to return to your side. 

Smiling, you stood, reaching your arms around his neck as he sat, his arms capturing your waist, foreheads pressed together, “I really owe you, James.”

“Stay,” he whispered, voice soft, but confident, “one more night?”

Lazy, Cozy (Yoo Kihyun Imagine)

A short winter-themed imagine. Just in time for Kihyun’s birthday~

Genre: Fluff, hella fluff

You curled into yourself as you bundled up under a blanket on the living room sofa. The soft wool of the cover was warm, and it felt refreshing compared to the icy chill from outside. Your eyes closed in content as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself.

“Y/N? Where are you?”

Without opening your eyes, you called out through the blanket. “Here!”

You heard the soft footsteps of your boyfriend coming towards you, following your muffled voice in the otherwise silent homestead.

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vignettes. || bill skarsgård.

description: a series of fun, fluffy (or whatever else your heart desires) one-shots and imagines inspired by reader requests and prompts.

title: beach daze.

warnings: sexual allusions.

requested by: anonymous, who wrote: “Could you do one where the lead and Bill are on vacation in a small beach town. She feels at home near the ocean (even if she is not from there, she just belongs), and is adventurous, brave, free and easy. They probably will have to temporarily part because of work.”


It’s terrifically humid—the air is damp, and so is the skin of his neck. Your skin is dewy, and the sheets are sticking to your legs. You feel lazy, heady from the heat, and you can barely be bothered to open your eyes.

Bill’s breath is warm and steamy where it falls on your shoulder. Everything seems slower, languorous, and somehow heavy. Heavy not as a burden, but rather with the weight of meaning. There’s an invisible timer on all of this—on sleep, on vacation, on him, here, with you. On togetherness.

Soon, it won’t be like this—waking up alongside one another, spending lazy days walking by the beach and electrifying nights ravishing each other into oblivion.

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anonymous asked:

what would having a secret relationship with sweet pea be like?


  • I sort of did a secret thing with this one here except it’s northside oriented 
  • A southside secret relationship is completely different 
  • It’s not hiding it from your friends because you’re trying to keep the peace or it’s taboo
  • Its literally just because it’s exhilarating making out in places you shouldn’t be when literally any of them could find you 
  • And lords knows if they did, they’d make your life hell
  • Serpents took significant others incredibly seriously 
  • And maybe you two weren’t that serious yet 
  • No need to make the fuss right? 
  • Just have your fun right? 
  • Just spend lunches playing footsies under the table in the cafe where your friends can’t see 
  • And make eye contact from a few seats apart in class as you’re texting in class 
  • Its sneaking into each others homes at night and fooling around under the covers until 2 am on a school night 
  • Its being the last to leave when the gang gets together bc you just want to kiss him bc you couldn’t all day 
  • It’s having the loudest sex when you know everyone that could come around the trailer is busy and unlikely to interrupt or hear 
  • Because he’s so fucking verbal when he’s turned on and it kills him when y’all have to be quiet
library — park woojin bullet au

where you lose your textbook and your eye candy, park woojin, runs after a bus just to hand it to you.

word count: 606 (kinda short smh)

requested? nope.

Originally posted by sungwoonstae

  • you would always go to a local library 
  • just to study and look at that cute boy that always sat at the table next to yours
  • park woojin was his name
  • you noticed how he would occasionally take glimpse at you too
  • but he would look away if you ever caught him
  • he also went to your school
  • but you guys were in different majors, so you didn’t see him very often
  • he had a snaggletooth which completely melts your heart every single time he smiles
  • as you were admiring him, your phone rang
  • it was a phone call from one of your classmates
  • apparently, the professor was giving out an extra lesson for no reason
  • you quickly packed up and dashed out the library door
  • as you finally arrived in the classroom and took a seat
  • you realized that your textbook was missing
  • it must have been in the library
  • as soon as class ended, you ran to the library and searched for your textbook
  • you were going to be dead if that stupid textbook was lost
  • you looked all over the place for it
  • you searched in the library for about two hours before the librarian decided to kick you out because you were making “too much noise”
  • you decided to go home, disappointed
  • since you didn’t have classes the next day, you went back to the library to look for it
  • you still didn’t find anything 
  • woojin wasn’t there today
  • which kind of made you sad for some reason
  • you probably won’t find your textbook again, so you just decided to buy a new one
  • you hopped onto a bus as you heard someone call your name
  • you turned around, but no one was there
  • it might just be illusions
  • as you were almost about to reach the bookstore, you heard someone call your name
  • “y/n!”
  • it was woojin
  • he ran up to you, panting very hard
  • his sweat soaked up his hair and dropped down his cheek
  • “are you okay?” you asked
  • “what do you think? I was chasing a bus,” he said, chopping up his words
  • you laughed at him
  • “what’s so funny?” he asked
  • “you’re so cute,” you said as you handed him a tissue
  • “thanks” he said as he wiped his sweat
  • “why were you chasing a bus?” you asked
  • “for you,” he said, which for some reason made your heart skip a beat
  • “what?” you asked
  • “did you not hear me calling out your name?” he asked
  • “I did…but I thought I was just imagining it,” you said
  • “anyways, I thought that you might need this,” he said as he pulled out a thick book from his backpack
  • it was the textbook you were looking for
  • “how did you know that this was mine?” you asked
  • “umm, because your name is on the back,” he said, making you flustered
  • “oh, right,” you said as you laughed at yourself
  • “how did you know that I was in that bus?” you asked
  • “I went to the library, but the librarian said that you just now left, so then I looked all over the place for you. then I saw you on the bus and I decided to chase the bus,” he said
  • “you could have just called my number and I could’ve gotten it from you,” you said as you pointed at the numbers inside of your textbook
  • “oh…” he said
  • you must have made him feel stupid, which was cute because he turned tomato-red again
  • “my name is woojin by the way. park woojin,” he said as he smiled as his cute snaggletooth appeared, making you smile as well

anonymous asked:

Hummer finding his soulmate?

I’m going with the Soulmate Color AU where everything is black and white until you lay eyes on your soulmate.


  • Oh boy is this rough. Of course he met his soulmate when he was in the middle of the fight. He hadn’t expected to meet his soulmate in such a situation. He was taken by surprise when suddenly he could see colors the moment his eyes met yours, a random civilian running away in the chaos. Only when your eyes met did you stop for a moment before continuing to run with the crowd.
  • Part of him felt a bit guilty for being so suddenly protective of the civilian he had just seen. He wouldn’t let his opponent get anywhere near where you were running. It was honestly the quickest battle he had gone through. The desperation was strong.
  • Panic, fear, and awe surged through him all at once. It was hard not to stop and stare at all the new colors in his vision but he was determined to find you before he would lose his chance of ever finding you again.
  • Once he had caught up with the crowd of people who had been running before, he quickly scanned it hoping to see you one last time.
  • It startled him when you tapped his shoulder from behind. His yelp was absolutely adorable.
  • Hummer couldn’t help but stare in awe at you, the grin on his face so wide.
  • “Wow, I’m really lucky to have such a cute soulmate,” he forgot to introduce himself first.

Sometimes it is better to love from a distance.

What hurts, what hurts.

What a wound, what a blood.

It’s like walking around a sea where you can see your eyes but you hear your voice, there is peace of mind like that. Sometimes it is the most beautiful to love from afar.

Y’know, I really enjoy the concept of Clark Kent.

Like, minus the whole superman aspect.

because, like, okay I can buy that maybe he can disguise himself well enough to hide the fact that he’s superman, but i doubt any amount of slouching and glasses wearing can truly disguise that he’s a very tall EXTREMELY muscular man with a jawline that can cut glass.

So basically this newspaper office has this guy who looks like a weightlifter/supermodel just hanging around but he wears glasses and acts like a huge nerd and everyone just goes with it???

Like “Oh yeah, that’s Clark. No no he works here. Oh no don’t bother being intimidated by him, talk to him for five minutes and he’ll devolve into a lecture on proper tractor maintenance. We like Clark.”

 I wonder if the ladies in the office ever drag him with them to bars so they don’t have to worry about creeps trying to harass them like “back off creeps our friend here is 6′4″ and grew up chucking hay bales” 
And then it’s funny because (as far as they know) Clark is like, the meekest lil nerd around. (He don’t look it though!!!!)

It’s just incredible to me that Clark Kent can pull off being a quiet harmless dork while still looking like, well, superman. 


happy birthday to our dearest jungkook!
thank you for being you 

emilia_clarke When life is so good that your sun and stars is in your city…you loose your eyes and gain 5 grins 😁 (and gins) where until now they’d only been one… (*grins- there’s always more gins) 🍸 @prideofgypsies YOU ALWAYS MOTHER OF DRAGONS MAIN MAN 😍🐲 #lookoutjonsnowdrogosgotyournumber #happinessishere#hawaiianhakahunkoffunshutsdownlondon💪🏻🥂🏆

Sometimes letting go
will take you to a place
where love isn’t
the most complicated thing.

Where true love
flows naturally,
and where everything
is more than just
what your eyes can see.

—  ma.c.a // Spaces and Love
[App Review]—Beelinguapp

Is this more of an app review or a book review? Today I bring you a review of Beelinguapp, an audiobooks app for language learners.

Sometimes studying can be a boring drag and you just want to do something a little less tedious than drilling grammar or a ton of vocab flashcards. Maybe you want to get into reading books in your language of choice, but you’re worried that it might be too hard to just pick up a book written in your chosen language and read it without guidance. In that case, I could recommend this app to you!

As I already said, this is an audiobook app. There are free stories and paid ones both available to choose from. There are stories of all different types and difficulties, including classics and even sciency stuff, as you can see in the above image! The cool thing is that when you choose a story, you can also choose which languages to download it in! So far, I’ve downloaded all of my stories in English, Korean, Mandarin, and Japanese. When you go to listen to a story, you can choose what you want your learning language to be and what your reference language is. When you listen to the book, it will be read and displayed to you in the learning language, and you can do split screen so the learning language is on top and the reference language is on bottom. You can mix and match languages, so you could even have two learning languages up at once!

There are a lot of things you can play with as you read. As I already mentioned, there’s the split screen option, and there is a night mode, text magnifier, voice speed control, and text highlight that follows the reader. The text highlight sometimes isn’t timed correctly, however, and of course if the languages you have set as your learning and reference have different word order or other major grammatical differences, you won’t be able to really use the highlight to, for example, match words you don’t know. Still, the highlight does make it easier to follow where the speaker is in the text with your eyes even if the timing is a little off.

As for the actual audio quality, I’ve found it to be passable in all the stories and different languages I’ve tested so far, though some aren’t the absolute best quality. That isn’t to say the audio is bad, just that you can expect to hear some noise in some recordings. I’m assuming that the audio quality will be better with stories that you have to pay to download, but I’m too cheap so I haven’t tried any of those yet :B Anyway, in all of the stories I’ve listened to so far, the narrators speak at reasonable storytelling speeds, and if you aren’t super picky about audio quality, there should be no big problem.

The major downfall of this app is, in my opinion, the lack of a dictionary function. You can long-press words to add them to your own dictionary in the app… but then you have to add a meaning for the word yourself, which is obviously not too helpful at all if you don’t already know what the word means! Sure, maybe you could take a look at the reference language text to see what the word means, but these stories aren’t translated word-for-word and sometimes matching up words between different versions of the same text could be hard. What I think this app really needs is an easy-access dictionary that, if you long-press a word, it pulls up a dictionary entry for that word. Of course, since there are so many stories in so many languages on this app, providing dictionaries for all of them might be hard…


Ultimately, I think this is a pretty good app with a few flaws that, if fixed, would make this a really excellent language-learning tool!


  • Multiple languages available
  • Can read along as you listen to the story
  • Can choose your display languages so you can even study more than one new language at once
  • Lots of little options to play with to optimize your experience


  • No integrated dictionary :<
  • Audio quality is decent but a little lacking
  • Text highlighting sometimes isn’t synced properly

As always, happy studying <3

rainy day aesthetic asks

the outdoors

overcast: do you think you’re an overachiever? what do you your friends think?
clouds: is there anything someone has ever said to instantly make you sad?
gray skies: what calms you down?
thunderstorm: how do you prefer to resolve tension in your life?
wind chill: what makes you feel cold inside?
droplets: to you, is physical closeness more or less important than frequent communication?
puddle: what is your emotional outlet? why?
morning fog: do you prefer waking up early or sleeping in? 
drizzle: what is something you would like to know more about / explore?

the indoors

fairy lights: what makes your eyes light up?
coffee shop: where is your favorite place to be?
windowpane: what music do you listen to the most?
teabag: do you prefer tea or coffee? how do you take it?
candlelight: what is your favorite scent? why?
throw pillows: what is your favorite type of relationship? do you have one like that?
cozy: have you ever been in love? describe the feeling.
bustle: do you enjoy being busy? why or why not?
succulents: do you like taking care or things, people, and animals? which one do you enjoy the most/least? why?
chatter: what are your favorite things to talk about? with whom? why?

your body

baggy sweater: what keeps you warm? 
daze: do you meditate? why or why not?
damp: do you cry often? what makes you cry?
umbrella: what makes you feel safe?
gleam: what makes you feel the best about yourself?
yawn: who takes care of you when you’re sick? who do you take care of when they’re sick? 
hum: besides music, what is your favorite sound?
brush: do you enjoy having your hair played with? what about massages?
fuzzy socks: do you prefer warm or cold weather? why?
gloves: do you like working with your hands? why/how?