wow it feels like it was years ago

you know when you haven’t listened to a band that you used to love with all your heart years ago and you stumble upon some of their old songs and listen to them and you just remember all the small things, like tears rolling down your face when you first hear a song that soon becomes your favorite or staring at the night sky in the middle of the summer, while mouthing along the lyrics, it’s just small stuff like that that makes you think “wow, i really don’t know why i ever let this go”

anonymous asked:

Michael, how did you think of your YouTuber name? :0c

He suggested the name to me and I guess it sorta stuck-? 

I wasn’t very popular then, obviously, so I didn’t use the account as much, but I made the YouTube channel during the summer after my junior year in high school. So, that was about four years ago. 

Wow… four years. I can’t believe it. It feels so long ago, haha. But it still hurts like it was yesterday.

how do people just stop shipping larry ? im genuinely curious like how do you stop feeling so overwhelmed over them ? how do you stop looking at them fondly ? how do you just forget everything and move on ? honestly i can think about stuff that happened years ago and still be like, “wow they really … did that …”, i still cry over larry moment videos and songs related to them ??? still the one, home, i want to break free, etc. = automatically sobbing, the tattoos still fuck me up !!! these two have a part of my soul forever man im never going anywhere.

Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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anonymous asked:

I feel like you're like the all might to my deku, the small giant to my hinata. I started drawing mainly because of you and now I think I've improved a lot, I'm graduating from high school soon and wow?? time flies. Your art was like my safe place a few years ago when I was going through a tough phase, now I think no matter how much I grow I'll never forget how important your art and you have been to me

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( i’ve been loving you for quite some time )

Summary: Being a camp counselor combines all your favorite things: kids, high adventure activities, campfires, campfire songs, watching the stars fly overhead, and a singular being who takes the name of Park Jimin.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff; Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 12,854
Author’s Note: If any of you guys remember, I did a little camp counselor Jimin drabble for this 100 WTSILY collab I’m doing and it sparked this desire for me to expand and create more on that little world, hence where the previous inspiration came from. & !! @minsvga !! because she supported this story since the planning stages and endured the 23+ texts i had to send just to get the story to her because china does not support communication via any types of social media and apparently trying to send a 12k text is “uncalled for” on iMessages. 

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It’s summertime, and the first few weeks had been brutal. The overpowering heat spent all its time trying to leak in through the closed windows of your house, trying to sink in through the walls, and had actually succeeded from most of its attempts—as a result, making your apartment feel not unlike an oven and letting you just boil on the very spot you stood. Your nights would be filled with laying on top of the covers, trying to will yourself not to sweat in your sleep; your days filled with sitting on the couch or debating whether or not it was worth running to your car just to drive to the mall or to the nearest Starbucks to suck in as much free air conditioner as you could muster.

Not to say that those things still aren’t relevant in your daily life, but things are only different in the slightest because today, you are in a car, drumming your fingers on the skin of your knee as your mom finally makes the turn into a parking lot. Before you, a bus lay ahead of you, a good few dozen or so other kids lingering about, either interacting with others or shifting back and forth amongst the crowd in order to try and get their duffle bags and backpacks loaded onto the bus. You recognize the pillows, the sleeping bags, the light baggage to avoid carrying too much and to avoid having too much to think about. You would know, because you are in a very similar situation—your own pillow tucked underneath your arm, your sleeping bag compressed as best as possible within your duffle bag, enough clothes to last the duration.

You know the protocol because you’ve endeared the pre-summer-camp excitement multiple times in the past, five consecutive years as a camp counselor to be more specific. Yet, you find yourself constantly returning back as a counselor because you absolutely love it. You love interacting with the kids, getting to spend some time up in the mountains where the sky was clearer, as was the lake and the meadows and every other seemingly insignificant thing that has plagued your memory over the past five summers.

You love getting to hang around other individuals who share your interests, who share your excitement for the outdoors and adventures. Speaking of other individuals, you immediately catch sight of a familiar face dashing his way towards you, bright smiles and wide grins to reflect what the next few weeks up in the mountains are going to be like.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, joining your side as soon as your mom pulls into a parking space and lets you know it’s okay to exit the vehicle. “Hey!”

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“It’s them, but it’s not them !” 2/2 -Bruce Wayne x Reader

@m-fairbank also asked the same thing, things happening on Batmom’s point of you, and also some of the batboys…and I kinda planned something like that anyway. So here’s a sequel for “It’s her but it’s not her”, and I hope you’ll like it (and hope the “mixed feelings” were still good ones ;-)) AGAIN felt like I could write something better, might re-write everything…I rushed a bit writing it cause I’m in L.A but I also wanted to write something and…I guess it’s this kind of time eh. 

Summary : Batman and his kids accidentally got send in an alternate dimension, and Batmom has the displeasure of realizing that her Bruce from this other world is…not hers at all. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

PART 1 !

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When your husband and kids came home with Diana and Clark, you didn’t think too much of it. It wasn’t unusual for your friends to come over to the bat cave and work, or even just chill. 

But when you went to kiss Bruce, and you felt him stiffen under your touch. When he didn’t kiss back, and even moved away, his head moving back and forth between you and Clark, stunned. When your sons stared at you with wide eyes and open mouthes…you realized something was wrong. 

-Wh…what is it ? 

Bruce didn’t say anything, he found he couldn’t say anything. The Hell just happened ? Clark’s wife just kissed him ! And…What was she doing in the bat cave anyway, at this hour ? 

Under your husband’s gaze, you felt uncomfortable for the first time in your life. Usually, he had the opposite effect on you, you were always so relaxed around him. Even during charity balls or such obligations you had as Waynes, when your introverted self felt awful, his mere presence calmed you down and helped you get threw the night. 

But right now, the way he was looking at you made you shiver. You didn’t recognize his usual look…In his eyes right now, there were no love, no relief to see you well and alive, no joy, no slight impatience to finally get to bed with you. Instead, there was confusion, embarrassment, and a slight touch of curiosity maybe ? 

And your children…None of them rushed to hug you first, or to tell you who’s ass they kicked this time. 

Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. 

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hello everyone, it’s linh! i’m excitingly greeting you with my first follow forever because i recently hit a milestone! 🎉 9k!! ahhhh it feels really surreal ;;; it took me so long to make one because i’m shy and i’m not good at expressing myself 👉🏻👈🏻 i’ve had this blog for almost 6 years now (wow can u believe) but i fully turned into a bts blog back in 2014 and didn’t start making content until a year ago. i’m extremely thankful to those who reblogged or liked my gifs/once in a blue moon gfxs, for all the kind messages i’ve received, and to have people even following me (´⌣`ʃƪ) it’s even an honor to be some of your guys’ favorite blog because honestly my blog isn’t worthy enough djalskd but my heart beats ten times faster when you guys mention it!!

i also want to thank the blogs i follow for blessing my dashboard with amazing content and your lovely selves! you all make the whole experience worth while! to the few mutuals that i’ve talked to, you’re all soso delightful and it’s a pleasure meeting you ♡ everyone, let’s keep going until the end of time with bangtan! cheers~

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Memories

Request: Could you possibly do an Edward x reader? Like they run into each other one day and it’s like they’ve seen each other before, but they can’t remember and they’re both vampires. It could end up being his friend before they got turned, they were real close or something, then another vampire can see the past and tells them….

A/N: Okay so I changed it a little bit but ?? idk. also this is probably a LOT more than you asked for and its kinda bad bc i don’t do edward very often but I really got into it so I hope you enjoy

Warnings: Angst mostly, fire mention, war mention, scar mention, death mention, general cuteness, etc. 

Pairing: Edward x reader 

Originally posted by lexinejackson

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A Dash of Jealousy (Sam Winchester x Reader)

Word Count: 2,088

Sam Winchester x Reader

Request: Can you write a fic where Sam Winchester pretends he need the reader’s help with something or fakes an emergency or something whilst she’s on a date because he is extremely jealous and loves her and wants to get her away from her date?

Warnings: Mentions of sex, language, jealousy, alcohol use, slight angst, fluff, implied smut

Finishing the last swipe of your lipstick, you step away from the mirror in an attempt to spot any mistakes or flaws you might have missed. It’s not often that you get the opportunity to take a night away from your hectic, hunting lifestyle (let alone a Saturday night, at that) and spend it like you used to before you got involved in all of this- going on a date.

When you had told Sam and Dean, your hunting partners as well as your best friends, that you were going on a date, they were shocked. It was a mixture of “I’m proud of ‘ya, kid,” and smirking from Dean, and “Don’t you think you should spend our one night off work relaxing?” followed by a frown from Sam.

You ignored them both, determined to have fun tonight. Sam was right- this was your one night off from work, and you’d be damned if you didn’t spend it the right way. Relaxing, however, was not part of that. When hunting becomes your life, and you have a serious lack of privacy and free time due to spending every waking moment with the Winchesters, you’re very much hoping that this date ends in a very exciting way.

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wnder-luust  asked:

I hate/love imagining Beckendorf being alive and just being a big bro to Leo and working together on projects. And Beckendorf is just so proud of his hyperactive Latino little bro when he tamed and fixed festus and when he found bunker 9 and I just... Ahh!! And then just being UNSTOPPABLE together with their machines. And Leo meeting beckendorfs mom (she's alive right?) and just... Yeeeess!!!

DON’T DO THIS TO ME THIS IS SO CUTE.

to add to that!!!!

  • charlie taking NONE of leo’s shit. ranging from “you can keep making dumb jokes, but i know you’re not okay” to “you thought that was funny, but it was super rude. go apologize to that person.” 
  • that includes the “you know you don’t NEED to be in a relationship to be part of the gang, right? it’s okay to be on your own” talk. leo needed it from someone who maybe understood the whole ‘maybe i should just stick to machines and not people’ thing
  • LEO TEASING HIM ROTTEN ABOUT SILENA 8D
  • charlie/leo teasing each other about random things. “i’m surprised you can lift that drill leo, your arms are basically just. noodles.” etc
  • the nicknames leo would give charlie omfg. please imagine leo calling beckendorf ‘charlzilla’ just picture it
  • nyssa clunks them BOTH over the head with a wrench when they’re annoying her and they both just mumble “sORRY….”
  • leo telling charlie about his mom eventually–after charlie notices the tapping out in morse code leo constantly does. he understands enough of it to get the message, and asks. leo is embarrassed but tells him anyway. after that leo gets a random invite out to the beckendorf household for the next big holiday. it’s a nice few days for him there.
  • and now i’m stuck thinking about how after the gaea battle, charlie would never be able to watch fireworks.
  • how he’d have to tell their siblings that festus is gone, that leo isn’t ever coming home
  • he doesn’t let himself cry about it openly, but he’ll vanish to the bunker on his own on the bad days and come back with suspiciously red rimmed eyes and a roughness in his voice
  • :(
Twin Andrews Part 2 | jughead x reader

Originally posted by rebel-heda

Originally posted by fiftyshadesofroden

part one:https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158708863703/twin-andrews-juggie-x-reader-an-im-hoping

part three: https://writing-in-riverdale.tumblr.com/post/158929430293/twin-andrews-part-three-jughead-x-reader

a/n: part two of twin andrews is here!! if you love it and want more make sure to send me a request for a part three!! love u nugs🌹

“wow V” i chuckle as we walk out of the gym “i can’t believe you got Betty onto the squad” we all laugh and Betty smiles admiringly to her friend.

“it’s about time we had a cooper on the squad” i chuckle looping my arm in the blondes “thank you both- this has been a dream since like forever-” she swoons grabbing her heart.

“you wish is our demand” Veronica tells her friend as we bow jokingly in front of her we all laugh holding a new uniforms in our hands “should we try them out for size?” i nod eager to get into something that was familiar.

we pile into the girls change room and put on our uniforms “im a vixen!!” Betty squeals jumping up at down and swishing her mini skirt.

“B can you zip me up?” i pull my red hair aside as she zips me up

“wow (y/n/n) looking hot!” Veronica exclaims fanning herself cause me to stick my tongue out at her “why thank you miss V”

we walk out of the changing rooms head held high, it started to finally feel like i was finally getting back into my old life, the one i left a year ago for with my mum. I find myself smiling at my friends glad that i came back, i needed them and I didn’t know that till this very moment.

“have you spoken to Archie?” i was snapped out of my thoughts

“spoken to him about what?” i ask stopping at my locker to grab a few books “Betty didn’t tell you?” i shrug feeling someone’s eyes on me “tell me what?” i press.

“she doesn’t need to know-” Betty stumbled with her words, i furrow my eyebrow hitting myself in the head with my chemistry book “if this is about B having a crush on him then yes i know” i roll my eyes.

walking backwards i giggle at Betty’s blushed cheeks, ronnie joins in on the giggle nudging the blonde with her elbow “approve?” she questions and i nod winking st the girls

“look i gotta go- Pop’s after school to celebrate? we have our very first Cooper and Lodge girl that means milkshakes and burgers on me” i ask glancing at the clock it was the last lesson and I was craving one of pops famous burgers

“sounds like a good idea!” Betty smiles at me “good see ya’s later”

i turn on my heels and collide with another body sending me to a heap on the floor, i land on the victims chest and we bop heads “fuck!” i cuss rubbing my head.

i didn’t get a chance to see his face before i tried to stand instantly going dizzy, hands dart to my waist keeping me steady.

“woah easy there Andrews” i instantly recognised the voice “Jughead?” i exclaim glances at his face taking in all his features and that old beanie of his “oh my god” i throw my arms around him as he circle my waist.

“i wow you look-” i step back glancing at him “you look good juggie” i hug him once more and he freezes before hugging me back. “still not a hugger?” i ask and he shakes his head.

“no but you’ve always seemed to be the exception” i laugh “id love to stay and talk but i have chem-” he smiles “me too, walk together?” i nod following the boy

“so how come you weren’t at Pop’s last night for my big return, i knew something was missing but Archie didn’t mention anything” he goes quite so i figure I’ve hit a nerve.

“how are things?” i ask changing the subject “yeah okay” his voice sounds strained “are you sure?” i press “im here aren’t i?” i bite my lip and walk next to him in silence earning a few glances from peers, a river vixen walking with an ‘outcast’.

“this is us” he point to the class i follow him in just as the second bell rang others scrambling into their seats as Mr Hill slips in behind us “seats everybody” i gulp glances around desperately for a seat i forget we’d be in pairs.

all eyes are on me and within seconds the class is buzzing in soft whispers “Andrews” i hear jughead call sitting a few desks back, he gestures to the open seat next to him and gladly slip into it “thanks jones”.

he nods glancing to the front of the class “welcome back miss andrews” Mr Hill greets me “good to be back” i clear my throat awkwardly the eyes of my classmates piercing into me.

“so the hotter Andrews is finally back” i turn in my seat to see Reggie smirking in his seat running his hands through his hair “Reggie Mantle, god even Chicago couldn’t erase your idiot voice from my brain” i smile sweetly batting my eyelashes before facing forward rolling my eyes.

jughead laughs at my comment and i smile at him “baby you couldn’t forget me if you tried” i shake my head facing forward “oh but baby It’s not your devilish good looks that made you memorable it was more what you were lacking in you know where”

the class erupts in laughter and i smirk at my victory “ive always liked you feisty my little river vixen” he purs.

“enough” our teacher yells standing and scribbling notes on the board “good to be back” i mumble catching Reggies sleazy glances in the car of my eye “gross”

i mumble copying the notes “you okay?” jughead whispers “yeah just sleaze ball taking a little bit of a long look” i gesture to Reggie with my pencil and Jughead narrows his eyes at the boy.

“yeah he definitely hasn’t changed since you left” i laugh trying to hold in my giggles and people’s eyes start to stray from the board to me.

“hey juggie” he murmurs glancing to the board then back to his book “Betty & Veronica wanted to go to Pop’s after school to celebrate them making the team- do you maybe wanna come?”

he puts down his pencil facing me “andrews are you asking me out?” i jolt up shaking my head furiously

“no i um no i was just-” i give up when i realise im no longer speaking English “what i meant to say is that no the whole gangs going to be there and i want to hear more about what’s happening around here- Betty told me you’ve been writing about Jason”

he turns to the front nodding “ill be there, we can talk about Jason another time when it’s just the two of us” i nod returning to my work.

“why aren’t we celebrating you becoming a vixen?” i roll my eyes “ive been on the squad since freshman year juggie it’s not that big of a deal” i tease clicking my pen.

“noted” he replies focusing his full attention to the white board.

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“(y/n)!”

i turn to see my brother jogging over to me looking slightly puffed “you good?” i ask continuing to walk my brother following hot on my heels, i was eager to get out of this damn school and to Pop’s.

“are you going to the dance tonight?” i knit my brows “what dance?” i question approaching my locker to grab a few books slipping them into my bag.

“the school dance- its tonight- Betty asked if I’d go with her and Ronnie” i close my locker “she what?” i say surprised.

“i- i dunno she just asked if I’d go with them and i said yes which means you have to okay!” i grown “arch i don’t want to go to a stupid school dance” he grabs me by the shoulders pulling me toward him “please!” he begs.

i remove his hands from his shoulders and start the walk to his car, “please please please please please” i block him out taking long strides to reach Archie’s truck.

“open the damn truck arch” he shakes his head “Archie! Open the damn truck” i yell frustration consuming me at how annoying my brother was being “i swear to god Archibald is you do not open this door i will kill you!” i hiss and he shakes his head.

“ill open the door if you come to the dance” i groan resting my head against the door “fine fine! ill go” i say in defeat earning a happy yell from my brother followed by the beeps of the car being unlocked “hallelujah” i mumble getting into the car.

“Betty and Veronica are going to the mall to buy a dress so ill drop you off and you can pick out something nice okay” he teases smiling stupidly at you “why don’t we both ditch and order in watch a movie something actually enjoyable” i offer clasping my hands together to beg.

“no, i can’t let them go by themselves” i smack his arm “um why the bloody hell not? we can take care of ourselves yanno” i tell him irritation itching at me.

“oh well it’s your first social event back- you need this” i ignore him glancing out the window as he pulls into the parking lot of the mall “bye sissy” he teases. i slam his truck door and flip him off as he drives away.

“jerk” i mumble

“you made it!” i walk toward the blonde and the raven headed girls “i made it” i smile at them as they loop their arms in mine “let’s get you a killer dress” i tell Betty as we walk into the complex and she blushes

“archie tell you?” i nod “when were you going to tell me you asked my brother out?!” i exclaim bumping her shoulder “i didn’t ask him out i asked him to the dance with V it’s not like it’s a date”

“whatever you say coops” i wink at her and run my fingers across the nearest dress rack “wish i had someone to go to the dance with” i think aloud flicking through the hangers.

“what about Jughead? Yous seemed pretty cozy in the hall” Betty speaks up curiosity filling her voice “oh my god!” i exclaim cursing.

the mention of his name reminds me that we were supposed to be meeting at Pops now “shit shit shit” i smack my forehead trying not to think about how hurt he’s going to be when he shows up and none of us being there

“what’s wrong?” Ronnie asks concerned her arms full of dresses “i invited Jughead to Pops tonight and i totally spaced” i tell them guilty “im sure he’ll understand” Betty tries to comfort me placing a hand on my shoulder.

“i hope so” i sulk “do you know what happened with him and my brother?” she shakes her head “they haven’t really spoken since before summer break i don’t think they spoke for the whole summer” i gulp, great what the hell happened.

the rest of the shopping trip i spent too engulfed in my own thoughts and theories about my brother and his former bestfriend that i barely noticed buying a dress and getting to Betty’s house.

“earth to (y/n)” im snapped out of my thoughts by Ronnie, she waves the curling wand in front of my face “you almost ready Arch will be here soon” i nod finishing off my hair and grabbing my dress “ill just change and ill be down before you know it”

“okay we’ll be outside”

i nod closing the door and quickly changing into my dress sliding on my heels and applying another coat of lipstick before glancing at myself in the mirror. i didn’t look half bad i smile at my reflection before the tooting of a horn brings me back to earth

“really archie? i was coming jesus” i complain opening the front door of Betty’s house and walking down the driveway to meet my brother the girls already tucked into the car

“wow little sis you look decent when you put in effort”

i gasp shoving him in the chest “your 10 minutes older than me okay-”

he rolls his eyes at me and mockingly opens the door for me, i smile sarcastically at him and slip in the passenger seat “the quicker we get there the quicker we can get home” i think aloud

“c'mon it can’t be that bad” Veronica teased but i just shook my head “you have no idea”

a/n: sorry for it being long and kinda poopy im in the midst of starting a new part it’s just with the ending i wanted for this is would’ve taken SO LONG! but be excited for part three because their will be lots of jughead x reader fluff! so if you’d like that PLEASE (im low key begging you) to just type a ‘part 3’ or ‘i really like this series or just SOMETHING. silent readers get me down!

and as always requests are wide open my friend feel free to drop a question or a request, love hearing from you nuggets!

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Moonlight Confessions

pairing: connor murphy x reader

word count: 865

warnings: like, swearing. do those need warnings? yeah swearing shield ur eyes children.

a/n: ok when was the last time i posted fanfic?? years ago lmao hello and welcome to my second one in forever !! someone hand me the tony for “Slowest Writer To Ever Exist On The DEH x Reader Community But Not The Entire Internet Because That’s Aiming Too High” it exists somewhere out there i can feel it,,,

dedicated to: @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, who is absolutely amazing in every way!! she is !!!! wow gr8 !!!!! in all honesty maia, thank u so much for reading this and going “CUTE CUTE CUTE” ilu


“I think I might be in love with you.”

Connor turned towards you, wide-eyed and startled, maybe just a little unsure if he was hearing right. There were no angry accusations of “you’re lying” or “it’s not funny, Y/N, knock that shit off.” Hanging out on the edge of his roof, legs splayed haphazardly in front of you and head tilted upwards to the sky, everything felt softer under the glow of the 3 AM moonlight. Connor remained silent, a sheen of hope glistening in his eyes.

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I'm a little confused, because everyone acts like there are hardly any asexuals in the world, and I just randomly followed a few blogs on here, and they are all also ace???

You’re My Gift.

Peter Parker X Reader One Shot.

Prompts used: 125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.” -  118. “I don’t deserve you…” {Winter Prompt List}

Warnings: Like, One cuss word. Not proof read.

Originally posted by diegolunaz


You struggled to knock on your best friends door, Almost dropping all the presents you were holding in the process. 

“Peter open the door for me!” You yelled, Loud enough for the whole building to hear. Soon enough, The door opened to one of your favorite people.

“Aunt May!  Merry Christmas!” You smiled, making your way into their cozy apartment. You had always loved the place. Around the holidays it always smelled of cookies, Cocoa, and pine trees. They were basically family. And the small place was your second home. 

“Y/n! So glad you could make it in all this weather. We’ve been estatic that you could spend today with us!” May told you joyfully. She energy was enough to light up the whole block. “Here, I can take these over to the tree for you. Make yourself comfortable.” 

You nodded as thanks, Handing her the all the gifts in you arms. You swore you had to have some sort of powers to be able to carry everything two blocks away. You quickly took off your winter jacket and boots, Ready to relax and eat as many cookies as you possibly could.

“Hey, is Y/n here yet?” Peter asked, Coming out of his room. Still in his PJs, His hair was a mess and he looked like he was living off of 4 hours of sleep. But he still had that weird charm about him. Peter always managed to look adorable. 

“Yeah, I’m here! But only for the food.” You joked, Giving him a hug. “i missed you.” You said, Poking his cheek playfully. 

“Of course you are.” He grinned. 

“Sorry kids! I’m going to head out. Joanne is having a pie crisis. i’ll be back in a little.” You saw May rush from the kitchen and quickly put on all her May waved goodbye as she hurriedly headed out the door.   “Well it looks like it’ll just be us..” Peter muttered.

“Guess we’ll have to wait for lunch. How bout’ we open up gifts instead?” You nodded over to the tree, giving him a hopeful look. “Please?”

“Sure. Whatever you want.” He agreed.


“Come on Peter, It won’t bite you. You can open it.” You said, Nudging his arm. Waiting for him to stop staring at his present and just open it.  

“I know, I know.” Peter replied. Taking off the box lid to reveal a brand new computer, Up to date and with all the hardware he needed already installed. 

“I knew yours was breaking down, And i couldn’t bare it if you lost all your projects.” You smiled at him, Extremely happy to give a new thing for him, Since you knew his old junkyard stuff was starting to wear out fast.

“You must’ve spent a fortune on it! I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.” He pushed it back to you, An unreadable look on his face. You didn’t know why he was acting so weird about it.

“It was worth it. Peter i wanted to give this to you. There’s no way in hell i’m taking it back.” He saw that there was no use. You weren’t going to budge at all. “Thank you. Really. God, I don’t deserve you…” 

“What are you on about?” You asked. “Nothing.. I just.. Here, I got this for you.” He reached over to get the package from underneath the tree.

“I’m sorry if you hate it. It’s not even half of what you got me.” He handed you a small box, Wrapped very terribly with a bow. At least you could tell he did it himself. He anxiously shifted as you unwrapped it, Keeping his eyes on you and your reaction. 

“Oh my god.” You muttered, Observing the stunning necklace shaped in a heart, ‘I love you,’ Was written in cursive on the front. While the other side was a picture of you two only a year ago, sticking your tongues out at the camera. It was one of your favorite pictures together. You didn’t even know what to think.

”Peter, Wha-” His lips suddenly pushed against yours in a hard kiss. That completely took you by surprise. But it didn’t take you long to melt into it, Wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. You could feel the sparks flying. It’s cliche, But you knew it was meant to happen exactly like that. 

“Oh wow.” You breathed, biting your lip unconsciously. Your whole body felt warm, And you weren’t quite sure if that really just happened. Your mind was going at 100 miles a minute.

“I love you.” Peter confessed, Sighing as he said it. 

“No shit. I did read the necklace.” You giggled, Loving how Peter’s face turned even more red when you teased him. You pressed another soft kiss on his lips, Loving the feeling even more. “I love you too, You dork.”