Patiently Waiting For Someone To Fall In Love With Me. I Refuse 2 Date. I Refuse 2 Flirt Or Make A Move.

Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Heyy, what characters do you most like to write????

oof i love to write so it’s pretty much everyone bUtim kinda partial to- peter parker - probably most of the avengers bc current marvel kick?- raven reyes - bellamy blake- cisco ramon - wally west oop - kara danvers - liam dunbar - malia tate/hale- cheryl blossom lotta fandoms so generally lotta favesand i haven’t even written for most of these yet oofbut again i generally just love to write sO

no one reads my posts so i can freely say that

the tainted love song but with the “law and order” gavel bangs

IS STUCK IN MY HEAD AND WILL NOT LEAVE, A PERPETUAL MEME IS REPLAYING IN MY HEAD—

i had an entire imagine written. and i deleted it. im actually fuming rn. bye. im livid.  i can’t i just. i don’t. words. 

Missed Me

Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Warning: Criminal activity??? Idk fam

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. DROP ME ONE. SWING ON BY. OR REQUEST A PART TWO FOR THIS. DO SOMETHING. THX.

To say you were a criminal felt like an insult. You weren’t a criminal, you were someone who had a gift and chose to use it to your benefit. Perhaps that was a criminal but you just called it being resourceful.

You sat on the counter of the darkened store, your legs dangling over the edge as you swung them back and forth. You held up the necklace to the little moonlight that peeked in through the otherwise pitch black store and thought it over. You were unsure whether your sister would really like the rhinestone heart charm but hell, it was the thought that counted, right?

You pocketed the necklace and hopped off the counter, humming softly to yourself. You then began to make your way through the store, looking at the various items that lined the racks and shelves. You never stole more than two to four things, you weren’t that much of a thief. And you only stole the cheaper things anyway.

You practically bounced around the store, like a child who was told they could pick any candy they wanted. The surveillance camera was of little concern to you, why, it’s not like the cameras could see you anyway.

The store was pitch black and because of some little accident, you were too. You liked to call it shadow blending, but you didn’t really know what it was. Either way, you could manipulate the shadows around you and you’d be damned if you weren’t going to use that to your advantage.

Just as you spotted a particularly attractive vest, you heard a noise off behind you. “A silent alarm, of course,” you scowled to yourself as you slinked around the clothing rack to look around the store. If the police were going to respond, you had to be out of there quick. Your powers wouldn’t work if the store was all lit up.

Instead, you saw no police. You just saw some kid in a flashy red and blue suit. “Hellooo?” he called out, looking around the store curiously. You quirked an eyebrow, wondering if he really thought someone would respond. “Burglars...you there?” He asked again and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

Quickly your eyes widened as you scampered away from where you’d been standing, his attention now turned to where you previously were. You stood a few feet behind him now, mulling over whether or not you should mess with him. Making shadows move was just harmless fun for you.

You stepped closer to him, intending to concentrate on the shadows that surrounded you but it was like he could just sense you. He spun around on his heels and before you knew it, you found yourself back against the wall, some sort of netting (webbing rather) holding you in place as your illusion had worn itself off. “You know, it’s illegal to steal right?” He asked you, sounding fairly proud of himself. The hood over your head covered enough of your face that he shouldn’t be able to identify you, at least you hoped. This had never happened before.

Stupid silent alarms.

“You know it’s wrong to trap people to walls?” You shot back, struggling against the bindings. “Let’s make a deal here Spiderboy, you let me down and I won’t steal.”

“It’s...Spider-Man actually,” he corrected, somewhat sheepishly for a hero.

“Okay cool, let me down.”

“It’ll dissolve in a few hours, you’ll be fine. Just long enough for the cops to get here,” he told you matter-of-factly, crossing his arms over his chest. You could just imagine his face underneath that mask of his looking so proud about capturing you. With that, he began to head out. Well more or less, jump on top of a clothing rack, preparing to swing out of the open door. Clearly he was bit of a showboat.

“Yeah well, I have homework.”

“Should’ve thought about that before!” he called out, his voice fading into the night as you struggled against the binding before hanging your head. You let yourself calm as you concentrated hard on the darkness that surrounded you. You had only ever thought about your next step in theory, but you’d never actually done it.

If you could manipulate the darkness, could you solidify it? You felt your head pound as the concentration took its toll but you found yourself fall to the floor as your plan had worked and you managed to use the darkness like a knife, slicing you free.

You could hear the sounds of sirens in the distance and you sure weren’t going to stay around, as you rushed out the way you had came.

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“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” you heard his voice tease as you spun on your heels to face the Spider, who perched on the check out counter. Robbing a closed convenience store should’ve been an easy in-and-out job.

“Slow day?” You quipped, putting your hands up in false surrender. You certainly weren’t going to give up just because ‘Spiderboy’ thought he could take you.

“Night, actually,”

You hummed in response before sprinting to the side, using the darkness like a shroud to disappear. Just like you had hoped, he wasn’t ready as he jumped off of the counter and frantically searched the store for you.

“Missed me!” You yelled, as you had sprung over the check-out counter. In the confusion, you had gotten behind it and took the chance to ambush him. You pressed your hands into his back, shoving him into the nearest convenience rack. You then took off towards the entrance, but found the thick webbing tight around your hand.

“Missed me,” he retorted, pulling you back and swiftly connecting the webbing to the counter. Before you could even try to muster a reply, he sprung from the shop, leaving you high and dry. Or webbed and waiting for the cops.

You used your free hand to try and pry yourself free but no use. “What is this stuff made out of?” You asked aloud to no one in particular before settling for your previous escape attempt.

You snatched some gummy worms off the checkout counter before exiting the store, and literally disappearing into the darkness of night.

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The bakery was dark, as were you as you dragged your fingertips across the glass case that housed all of the delicious treats. Of course, you could try and make these at your apartment but chances were you’d just die trying.

Hopping behind the counter, you headed toward the encased cakes and surveyed them all. You truly wished you could have all of them but you knew that the delicate white one with pink flowers was all you really needed. Grabbing the large cake plate and pulling it out, you set it atop the counter. It was tough but you managed to resist the urge to swipe some of the frosting, though your subconscious was quite persistent.

You ducked down behind the counter as you grabbed a box for the cake, setting it inside. “You ever get tired of this?” You glanced up from your cake to spot the familiar blue and red boy in the bakery doorway.

“Do you?” You retorted as you shut the cake box, the Spider heading over. “Maybe if you let me go this one time, I’ll stop. Never know.”

He ignored you offer, probably knowing full well that you weren’t going to be that easy. “Nice cake,” he said instead while you moved the cake aside and stared at him across the counter.

The eyes of his mask seemed to squint at you before you lunged over the counter. He flipped backward, landing on all fours as you darted past him into the street. You made a mad dash down the desolate street, knowing full well he was probably swinging from the flickering light posts after you.

You spun around just in time to cause the light bulb of the post he was on to fritz out, making a loud popping noise. You thought you heard him shriek for a second as he jumped down onto the ground.

But you weren’t going to stay around to find out as you rounded the corner. You intended to round the block, duck back into the bakery, and snatch the cake before returning to the safety of your apartment.

The Spider was back a ways now, giving you just enough of a head start. You cut into the nearest alley, squeezing through the familiar hole in the fence as you ran back to the bakery.

You scooped up your cake box into your arms as you dashed out, only to cause the all too expected pest to jump from the roof and land in front of you. “I think it’s time for your just desserts,” he quipped as you just scoffed.

“Was that a pun, Spiderboy?” you asked before the webbing flew from his wrist and wrapped around your cake box. He pulled it from your hands into his own, before assuming his tactic from before of using the light posts. “I stole that fair and square,” you spat as you dashed after him, concentrating hard.

Luckily your powers were on your side as you created a dark sphere, that pushed the cake box from his grasp. You crashed onto your stomach as you reached out, both literally and with your powers for the cake box.

The cake box was cushioned by its fall into the shadows, you quickly dashing over to take it and run. All you had to do was get back home and then you were safe.

So, you ran and ran. The night covered you for as much as it could before you eagerly climbed the fire escape into your room. You didn’t know if the Spider was still following you but you didn’t have the energy to care. Aside from setting the cake onto your dresser, the last thing you remember was falling into a deep sleep on your bedroom floor.

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“Cordelia,” you sang as you lit the candles on the cake, your sister begrudgingly letting you. She swore she hated any acknowledgment of her birthday but you were living with her and she loved you and kept you alive so you were going to acknowledge it very much so. “I won’t sing because I know you’ll probably stab me, but blow out the candles!”

Cordelia rolled her eyes but leant forward, knocking the flames out with one good blow. You clapped happily as you let Cordelia slice the cake. She wasn’t one to object to cake or presents, she just didn’t enjoy being the center of attention. Though it was hard not to make someone the center of attention when there were only two of you.

You slid a small gift wrapped box across the counter with a smug grin as Cordelia rose an eyebrow. “If this isn’t a million dollars in cash, I’ll be very disappointed,” she confessed as you waved her off.

You reached a hand into the bag of gummy worms that you had also gifted Cordelia just when you heard the bell ring. You decided to ignore it just momentarily in order to witness Cordelia open her gift.

“Now this is actually beautiful,” Cordelia exhaled, taking out the necklace with a rhinestone heart. “Looks like you do have good taste after all, Y/N,”

You gave her a glare as you headed toward the door as the bell rung a second time. Pulling open the door, you were met with the face of your classmate, Peter Parker. You had completely forgotten that he was coming over to work on a project with you today. Why’d you even invite him over on your sister’s birthday?

You mentally scowled at yourself but gave Peter a smile. “Hey! We’re just finishing a little celebration-“

“Not a celebration!” Cordelia called out, making you roll your eyes.

“For my sister’s birthday. But you can come in and then we can get to work, yeah?” Peter nodded, adjusting the bookbag on his shoulder as you stepped aside to let him in.

You shut the door behind as your sister gave you a quizzical look, clearly wondering about the boy now in your apartment. “Oh yeah! Peter, this is Cordelia, sister. Cordelia, this is Peter, a friend from class,”

“Hi, it’s, uh, nice to meet you,” Peter greeted her as he gave her a shy wave.

“Slice of cake?” Cordelia offered as extended a plate out to Peter. Peter surely wasn’t going to turn down the slice as he took it from her and you moved to get your own.

“Did you make this?” He questioned you as you got a fork for him and yourself.

“Baking skills don’t really run in the Y/L/N family I’m afraid,” you joked, though it was all too true. Peter chuckled lightly too, eyeing the design of the cake. “Come on,” you instructed as you grabbed one more gummy worm and headed into your room with Peter following.

You two settled onto the floor in your room as you grabbed your bag. “What’s this for again?”

Peter attempted to answer you, but his mouth was full of cake so you just waved him off. As you searched your bag, Peter glanced around the room. His eyes landed on the familiar jacket you wore out at night. “Is...that yours?” He asked, his voice seemingly growing nervous.

You glanced up to spot the jacket on your chair. “I assume so, considering it’s in my room,” Peter chuckled lightly but something seemed off. “You okay, Parker?”

“Me? Oh yeah, definitely. I’m fine, completely fine,” he reassured, but you were quite positive something was off. Peter then turned his attention toward your window.

“I’ve got a great view,” you revealed, which was a clear joke. You certainly didn’t have much of a view besides the neighboring apartment building and the fire escape.

“You know what, I have to go!” Peter exclaimed suddenly, scrambling for his things. “Just remembered, my Aunt’s gonna be home soon and I, uh, wanted to...be there...before she...I have to go!”

Something was definitely wrong and you weren’t going to just let Peter go before you knew what. You jumped to your feet, standing in front of your bedroom door you stared him down. “You’re hiding something,” you decided, poking him in the chest.

“Me? Hiding something?” Gosh, he sounded like some cheesy comic book character. Though you had to admit, he was cute all flustered.

“You’re acting very weird,” you explained as you tried to figure it out yourself. He saw the cake and got suspicious, your jacket and got worried, and then saw your window and wanted to leave. You furrowed your eyebrows as you stared back at him. You took a step closer as Peter instinctively took a step back.

And so you stepped closer, and closer until Peter tumbled back onto your carpet after tripping over your backpack.

You looked down at him before deciding to try something. The worst that could happen was that he freaked more and ran off, which he was going to do anything. So, you stepped backwards some until you were able to reach the light switch.

You flicked the switch, the light in your room fading away. The only light now was the moonlight through your bedroom window. You stood before Peter now, your hand extended to your side. You closed your eyes for a moment as you caused a small sphere of shadow to appear in your palm.

You looked toward the Parker boy as you saw not fear nor even surprise in his eyes but a sense of confirmation like his suspicions were right. And for you, that’s when it clicked.

“It’s you,” you both gasped in unison as Peter scrambled to his feet and your hands fell down at your sides.

Peter Parker was Spider-Man? You didn’t know whether or not you bought it, but he did seem like the type.

“Does this mean you’re going to flirt with me now?” you asked, completely serious as you crossed your arms over your chest. Peter gasped at you, clearly not expecting such a response. “I mean, you flirted with me when I was out there so,”

“I was not!” Peter quickly defended himself but you just rolled your eyes. “You flirted with me!”

You gasped loudly, throwing a hand to your chest. Hell, you didn’t even know if you knew how to flirt let alone if you had the courage to do so. “I most certainly was not! I was merely a victim of bad puns!”

“That was one time!”

“I’m sure it was,” you countered as you both now stood before each other, without anything else to say. “...are you still going to leave? Because we do have a project to finish,”

“Are you going to hit me with darkness?”

“Darkness,” you chuckled, unsure if that was even what your power really was. “Not unless you try to steal the cake in the kitchen,”

“You tried to steal, I tried to return it,”

“Touché,”

And with that, the both of you sat down on the floor and resumed your work. Of course, now both of you were scarily aware of just what the other did in their free time. And for some reason all it did was more you look at the Parker boy in a new light.

A light in which you found yourself wanting to be in as well.

i will be reviving this blog specifically to post about julie and the phantoms and you know what?

good for mE

Hi honey! May I have a HP ship please? I’m Sadie and my houses are hufflepuff/pukwudgie and my patronus is a black mare. I’m a taurus and my personality type is ISFJ. My hair reaches below my shoulders and it’s almost blonde. My eyes are blue and I wear occasionally glasses. I’m 5ft3 so reaching high shelves is hard lol. I’m calm, caring and friendly but I’m also shy and very sensitive. My sense of humor is slightly dirty. I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic and hugs are great. Thanks a lot xx

—I ship you with Neville Longbottom! 

also thought about ginny but neville deserves some love so here we are! 

gosh. neville is so shy and he’s instantly just like “she’s too pretty can’t talk to her oof” but nope, you’re gonna be his friend. it’s fate. it’s destiny. written in the stars. it’s here. take it or leave it. 

he asks you to the ball. he does it, mhm. he’s stammering and he’s red and you can’t really understand what he’s saying but you say yes! neville does just about die but you know, he’s excited nonetheless! 

he treats you like a princess okay. he just wants the best for you! you’re feeling sad? neville will hug you and tell you herbology facts! you’re feeling mad? neville will promptly say he’ll fight whoever you want him to. he’s a little weary there but you know he would if you asked. he. would. die. for. you. 

he likes to buy you plants. like, we like succlents nowadays. we have rooms full. so do you because neville loves giving you gifts! appreciate him! 

also, he grows tall! you can reach shelves now!

okay it’s 7am so i might turn in for the ‘night’ finally, BUT—!

i’ll be writing tomorrow, i will i will i will, most likely

i have two? three? requests, so ye ye

(follow my brand new personal @almostnugget while you’re at it tho bc i seek validation)

Fatherhood

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Warning: parenting, children!!

Summary: Bellamy Blake is a man of many talents, but parenting maybe more of a challenge than he thought. Luckily, his wife seems fairly capable. 

Requested by @expectosel

Prompts: 

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

13. “I lost our baby.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

It was a late summer afternoon and you were hard at work in the kitchen. It was a special occasion and you were trying your hardest to bake a cake. To be perfectly clear, it was your son, Charlie’s, first birthday.

Maybe you were crazy for wanting to celebrate it even if he wouldn’t remember it, but you wanted to acknowledge it somehow. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to eat the cake—perhaps only a little off of a spoon or your finger—but you had invited some of your friends to come and celebrate with you.

“Hey, Bell!” You called out, knowing he was busy in the living room with your son.

Bellamy was sat on the living room floor with Charlie on all fours a few feet away, babbling at him. “Yeah?” He called back, watching Charlie with a light smile.

“Can you come here?” you asked, continuing to stir together the cake batter. It was still a little lumpy and you couldn’t have that. Bellamy smiled happily towards Charlie before getting to his feet.

Charlie reached for his boot as Bellamy walked around the couch, spotting you through the serving window at the stove. He leaned up against the counter and cleared his throat, causing you to turn around.

You licked the batter off of your thumb—the cake batter wasn’t supposed to be eaten raw but it was too delicious to bother you—as Bellamy quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you making a cake?”

“Because it’s a special occasion,” you chuckled, assuming Bellamy was simply messing around but his continued confused expression made you panic. Your face fell. “Charlie’s birthday!” Bellamy’s eyes widened. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?!”

“What?! No!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, noticing how you were fuming. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just...he’s one. I didn’t think he could really...eat cake.”

Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a relieved sigh, glad that Bellamy hadn’t acted forgotten. Perhaps you had reacted too quickly but you didn’t have Charlie just so Bellamy could forget his birthday. “He’ll have a spoonful of my slice. The rest will be for our friends,” you explained with a shrug. “Speaking of! I wanted you to text everyone and make sure they were still coming.”

“That I can do,” Bellamy promised as you nodded and went back to the cake mixing bowl. Bellamy turned on his heels and his eyes immediately went to where he had left Charlie. Only, Charlie wasn’t there.

Bellamy Blake didn’t get panicked, but this was panic. Bellamy’s eyes darted around the room, Charlie nowhere in sight. He knew Charlie could crawl, but crawl away? “Uh, babe,” Bellamy began. You noticed the worried tone as you turned around. Bellamy turned away from the couch and toward you. “I lost our baby.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, the spoon clattering out of your hand and back into the bowl. You dashed around the counter, worry filling you. “How did you lose-“ Your yelling fell silent as you cast your eyes downward. “I hate you. I really do.”

Without another word, you headed back into the kitchen and resumed your baking. “W-what?”

“He’s by your feet, hon.” You told him, with a soft amused shake of your head. Bellamy looked down to spot Charlie sat by his boots, playing with the laces. Bellamy let out a soft sigh as he knelt down and scooped Charlie up into his arms.

“You’re a real rascal, aren’t you?” Bellamy asked with a light sigh as Charlie blubbered in response. He looked up to his father and let out a muse of words you couldn’t make out. You cast a glance over your shoulder watching the two. “You want your fire truck?”

Bellamy moved around the couch, picking up the tiny red toy and putting it into his son’s hands. “Thank!” Charlie exclaimed in response, tapping the toy against his father’s chest.

“Are you excited to eat cake?” Bellamy asked but Charlie just waved his hand with the truck in it around. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bellamy chuckled softly before turning back to the kitchen to spot you watching him. “What?”

“Having fun?” You wondered, setting the spoon back into the bowl as you made your way around the counter.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Bellamy mused as you quirked an eyebrow as you stood in front of him with crossed arms.

“You already have one,” you told him as you took the bouncing Charlie out of his arms, “and she wants you to do what she asked.” Before Bellamy could reply, you spun on your heels and headed into the kitchen. You resumed your baking with Charlie on your hip. He was on about something that Bellamy couldn’t hear while you were humming in response, continuing your work.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Bellamy wondered under his breath, watching you in awe. While he had managed to lose his kid in a matter of minutes, here you were multitasking like no big deal. Yeah, he was in awe and he loved you for it. And perhaps a bit envious.

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The night was rather eventful. From Charlie getting covered in cake—which you had to bathe him for—to Raven buying him the nosiest toy to Lincoln and Octavia offering to babysit at a moment’s notice—you’re quite sure Octavia is ready to steal Charlie—you had a lot of fun.

Once the night wound down, you found yourself exhausted. After putting Charlie to bed in a room away, you found yourself nestled into Bellamy’s side eager to sleep.

As you began to drift off, you heard the echoing wail of Charlie wide awake. “Go get him,” you murmured into Bellamy’s chest before pulling away from him so he could get up.

“Me?” Bellamy asked groggily, definitely just as tired as you.

“Welcome to fatherhood, babe,” you mused, rolling onto your side.

“Can’t we just let him cry so he can get used to falling asleep?” Bellamy questioned. You knew he was just trying to get out of doing it but you were too comfy to even think about getting up.

“Yeah, when I’m already asleep. Go,” you ordered, beginning to bury your face into a pillow. Bellamy didn’t move and you could tell. Charlie was still crying and you weren’t about to move. “Go,” you repeated lifting your head to look at him. “Go. Leave. Soothe your son. Go. You’re banished, go.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bellamy scoffed, playing offended.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to play along. “It will be your bed—once you get back.” You smirked softly at him as you kicked his legs away from you and nestled back into your pillow.

Bellamy sighed before you felt the weight shift on your bed as he shuffled down the hall. It was a solid thirty minutes before he came back to your room, the crying having ceased. You had fallen asleep like Charlie had and Bellamy smiled fondly at your figure, right as he heard the loud wails once more. Bellamy sighed once again, glancing back down the hall and at your sleeping figure which he didn’t want to wake.

“Yeah, welcome to fatherhood,” he hummed before going to soothe Charlie once more so you could sleep peacefully.

y’all i’ve been so productive today. i’ve got like two, almost three, posts qUEUED.

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