*my crush walking by*

me: okay, act normal

also me:

this face expression i so hot like damn idek why

I’m so happy this gif exists 🤤✨

Liberator PT 2 - Sweet Pea x Reader

Liberator PT2- Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by @bethers85 . Idea what if Sweet Pea comes and rescues Y/N cuz she’s evil and mean and cruel like Cheryl’s mom and doesn’t want love for her and tries to get hurt away and Cheryl and sweet pea and all and Toni and Veronica and Kevin rescue her with sweet pea and he’s his her knight in shining armor.

A/N: so I’m sitting here trying to write while watching Moana for the 4th time today thanks to my daughter, so hopefully it all works out. This will probably be the last part to this story, because I feel like I have too many loose ends to tie up on this blog, so I’m going to try and finish up the fics I have forgotten about and do the requests I have. Sweet Pea’s POV.

I started scraping the inside of the lock on the ward hall with Toni’s Bobby pin. “Hurry up Pea,” Toni harshly whispered, “we don’t have much time.”

“Shh,” I put my finger to my lips and continued with the lock. It clicked and the door opened quietly, “You can’t rush perfection.” Toni replied by just rolling her eyes and walking through the door. We crept quietly along the side of the hallway staying in the shadows to make sure that we were not going to get caught. “It should be that one,” I whispered pointing to the last door on the right. Once we got to the door Toni opened it and walked in first.

“Are you Y/N?” She asked in a calm and quiet voice.

“Who wants to know?” Y/N asked with her hands on her hips. I looked at her up and down. Behind the ugly gray dress they forced her to wear she was beautiful, and I could already tell she was feisty, which I liked.

“We’re friends of Cheryl’s and she sent us to get you out of here,” Toni explained calmly ignoring her attitude.

Just then we heard a commotion nuns were coming down the hall, “they’re down here!”

“Shit, how are we going to get out now?” Toni asked.

“The window,” I answered while pushing the dresser in front of the door, “tie the sheets together, Hurry,” I ordered, throwing the sheets at them and pushing the bed in front of the door too. I lifted the mattress and threw it out the window, “hopefully we land on that, and don’t break anything.”

“That’s your plan?” Y/N asked in awe, “jump out the window and hope we don’t break any bones.”

“You got a better idea?” I asked her with raised eyebrows.

“Fine.”

“Okay guys this should be enough to get us down far enough,” Toni interrupted while she was tying it to a hook in the wall.

“I’ll go first to make sure it will hold,” I said. “We have to hurry,” I said listening to the voices of the nuns getting louder. I climbed out the window and used the sheet to sturdy myself. Once I ran out of rope I jumped carefully, “it should be good. Y/N come down now.” I watched her climb out the window and shakily bring herself down the side of the building. “You have to jump now,” I called to her.

“I can’t it’s too far,” she said clinging to the sheet.

“I’ll catch you it will be okay,” I replied. She jumped. I caught her and we fell onto the mattress.

“Thanks,” she said while still laying on top of me.

“No problem,” I said smiling at her.

“Of you guys are done with the foreplay can we go meet the others?” Toni said jumping down. We got up and ran to the entrance of the tunnel. By this time I’m sure they realized that we had jumped out the window and were going to be coming outside any minute. It took what felt like forever to meet the others.

“Where have you guys been?” Cheryl asked when we finally reached them.

“We ran into complications,” I retorted. “Let’s get out of here.” We walked at a brisk pace back to their car and my bike.

“There’s not going to be enough seats,” Kevin said once we got to his car.

“It’s okay I’ll go with him,” Y/N said pointing to me. I gulped down a lump in my throat.

“Why would you want to go with him?” Cheryl asked shocked.

I opened my mouth to say something but Toni shook her head and I thought better of it.

“He makes me feel safe,” Y/N replied simply. She started walking to my bike.

“So I guess we’ll see you around,” I said turning to leave. I got on my bike and helped Y/N on. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“I can’t go back there,” she said with tears forming in her eyes.

“You can come to my place,” I offered.

“You’re parents won’t mind?”

“Well if they decide to come back I’ll run it by them,” I said trying to make a joke, but ultimately sounding more bitter than I intended. I started my bike and she wrapped her arms tightly around me. Little did I know that this would be the best night of my life and the start of something amazing.

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Liberator PT 1- Sweet Pea x Reader

Liberator - Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested by @bethers85. Idea what if Sweet Pea comes and rescues Y/N cuz she’s evil and mean and cruel like Cheryl’s mom and doesn’t want love for her and tries to get hurt away and Cheryl and sweet pea and all and Toni and Veronica and Kevin rescue her with sweet pea and he’s his her knight in shining armor.

A/N: I want to thank you again for your patience with me I definitely appreciate your support. This fic will switch perspectives so that I can build it accurately. Sorry for the abrupt cliff hanger.. I will make pt 2 finishing it soon, but for tonight I’m done because today has been long with a cranky 2 year old. Sorry!

Cheryl’s POV

“Toni, we have to go back,” I grabbed her shoulder stopping her in the middle of the woods.

“Why would we go back?” Toni said irritated.

“There’s this girl, she doesn’t deserve to be there, she was so nice to me we can’t leave her there,” I stammered.

“Fine, but we need to get backup,” Toni said.

“We’re seriously going back in there?” Veronica asked incredulously.

“We have to,” I yelled fighting back tears.

“I’ll call Sweet Pea, he’s crazy enough to help,” Toni said grabbing her cell phone.

Sweet Pea’s POV

I rode my bike across town to the spot where Toni told me to meet her. I hiked the short distance where I saw her, Kevin, Lodge, and the red head.

“What am I doing here Topaz?” I asked gruffly.

“We need your help,” Cheryl responded.

“Why would I help you? You’re a Northsider,” I said crossing my arms.

“She’s with me, Pea, that makes her one of us enough to do her this one favor,” Toni berated me.

“Fine, what are we doing?”

“We’re going to go back in there and get my friend out,” Cheryl said simply.

“You want me to break in there to get some girl out? What am I supposed to do? Beat up a bunch of nuns?” I asked, my voice getting louder.

“If necessary,” Cheryl smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Really Pea, I never took you for The pious type,” Toni laughed.

“This is completely insane you know,” I said to them. I removed the crow bar from the tunnel doorway and opened the door, the group exhaled together in relief when the tunnel looked empty.

“Cheryl you stay here with Kevin,” Toni cautioned.

“I can’t let you go in alone,” she snapped.

“I won’t be alone,” she said hugging the redhead, “Sweet Pea will keep me safe, we just got you out and I won’t take the chance of you getting stuck in there again.”

“We have to go now Toni,” I interrupted, “what room will she be in?”

“243,” she answered, “up two flights of stairs and to the right.”

“We’ll be back soon,” Toni reassured her. We walked in silence to the end of the entrance tunnel until we got to the stairs. “The nuns are going to be everywhere we need to be careful,” Toni warned.

“Alright,” I said seriously. She opened the door to the stairs and we walked as silently up the stairs. We heard voices and I held up my hand to signal that we stop.

“Mrs. Blossom is going to be livid that he daughter escaped.”

“It’s going to ruin her plans,” the nuns said walking past the doorway where we were standing. After I was positive that they were gone I started tip toeing up to the next floor. We got to the second floor and take a right, just to run into a locked door.

“You got a Bobby pin?” I asked Toni.

“Of course,” she smirked pulling one out of her hair.

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The One with All the Kissing (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Summary: Pretty much exactly what the request says.

Word Count: 1184

Request: “You know Friends the tv show? Well how about this. A Sweet Pea imagine where the reader and him have a secret relationship and one day he gets up to leave and forgets that they aren’t alone and kisses her. But everyone is like THE DITTLY FUCK WAS THAT. So he proceeds to kiss everyone.”

Author’s Note: Thanks for the person who requested and @arielle-mari for ideas!  This is like my favorite scene in all of Friends, so I hope you enjoy it!

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You rested your head on the dingy couch and took another sip of your beer.  It was starting to get late, and it was a school night, but none of you wanted to leave the Whyte Wyrm yet.  A bunch of kids had just been initiated, and everyone was having too good of a time.  You were sitting on the couch next to Sweet Pea, a careful few inches of space between you.  Ever since you’d started dating, you’d both been hyper-aware of your behavior when you were together.  The last thing you needed was for everyone to know, especially after Toni had made everyone swear off friend-group dating after a particularly awkward game of truth or dare.  

You hadn’t tried to get together—it just kind of happened.  The two of you had been friends since you were kindergarten together that Southside Elementary, so when the River Vixen he’d been enamored with broke his heart at the beginning of senior year, you were there for him.  A few late-night Pop’s trips later, you found yourself making out in the parking lot behind the diner.  It was exhilarating until you remembered that you had all sworn not to date.

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wow. I stan a legend. 

“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“….uh….”

I love that everyone just knows

Or…alternately:

“what are you writing?”

“it’s a….story.”

“oh cool, what’s it about?”

“…uh…”

“can i read it?”

“Oooh what are you drawing? Can I see?”

I FEEL THIS on a personal level

My reaction to “Can I see your drawing?”

The Interactions Between an Alpha and His Mate, As Recorded By Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles delights in narrating Derek’s interactions with (y/n) and thus, ruins the moment.Continuously. (Interrupted Kiss Request)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

A/N: Inspired by this.

Derek Hale Masterlist

Derek should have known inviting the pack over for dinner was a bad idea, quite possibly the worst he’d ever had. They were sprawled across his loft, debating the likelihood of winning fights against various different supernatural creatures while partaking in a heated competition of ‘Mario Kart’. The only thing that soothed his growing aggravation was the laughter of his girlfriend as she watched the Sheriff push Stile’ kart off the edge of the ‘Rainbow Bridge’ for the second time, the appalled shouts of his son echoing around the open space. Stiles dropped his controller in his lap in protest, knowing he stood no chance of winning anymore and focused his attention on Derek instead. The werewolf moved around in the kitchen before carrying two bowls of crisps into the lounge area.

“The brooding alpha approaches its female with caution, hoping she will accept his offering of Doritos” Doing his best impersonation of David Attenborough, Stiles watched as Derek’s face dropped into a scowl as his girlfriend struggled to conceal her smile. (Y/n) sat up in her chair, pressing a kiss to Derek’s red cheek before grabbing a handful of the crisps, shooting Stiles an amused glare before returning her attention to the final lap of the race – Scott was in the lead but Lydia was equipped with a blue shell – anything could happen. “Now, after presenting his gift, the alpha hopes the female will allow him to share her den”

A snort of laughter escaped (y/n)’s mouth as she shuffled across the sofa to make room for Derek, the older man heaving a long-suffering sigh as he squeezed his eyes shut. Having mercy on the couple, Stiles picked up his remote again, determined to get revenge on his dad in the next race.

It was only when he saw Derek lean in to kiss (y/n) out of the corner of his eye that he could no longer resist the temptation of further winding up the werewolf.

“The alpha leans in closer, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face” Derek flinched as the moment between him and his girlfriend was thoroughly ruined, his hand falling from where it rested against her cheek into his lap in defeat. He turned to Stiles, a snarl curling his lips as his eyes flashed red.

“This alpha is about to rip your throat out with his teeth if you don’t shut up” Stiles didn’t falter, shooting (y/n) a mischievous wink before turning his attention back to the race, which he once again lost. Derek’s grumbling combined with (y/n)’s giggles until she silenced him with a quick peck made it well worth it though, even if Stiles was slightly afraid that Derek would thump him as soon as (y/n) left the room.

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shut up this is literally every lesbian in this site

The line of Durin would not be so easily b r o k e n

Imagine being Thorin’s wife and Dis forcing you to learn embroidery

Dis: I’m going to teach them embroidery it’s important skill to have, whether they want me to or not, end of discussion.

Thorin: this is not going to go over well.

*later after several arguments and mild abduction*

You: *sewing in a group with a bunch of old dwarrowdams*

Dis: how is your project going dear?

You: good, I’m almost finished, wanna see?

Dis: of course! *touched that you’re proud enough to show her your project *

You: *holds up the fabric hoop*

Project:☟

Dis: *realizes mistakes were made, shows it to her brother*

Thorin: well you have to admit, they’ve got the technique down, and the stitches are tight and close together.

Grey Wolf by © Wes and Dotty Weber

Enchanted Mirror 4: The Spell Book & The Mirror

Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy

Pairing(s): Bofur x ModernHuman!Reader (Eventually)

Warning(s): None that I can think of/

Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, the writers, producers, and directors of The Hobbit films. I am simply borrowing them for this fanfic I am writing.

“So, who wrote the spells for this book?” You asked as you began to flip through the book more. “Each member of the family that was practicing was allowed to write their spell inside.” Sara replied. “In fact the healing spell you opened to earlier was written by Abigail.” Sara told you happily. Artemis and Persephone eventually grew bored and wandered out of the library. You and Sara stood at the desk discussing the family spell book.

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Coming into a fandom late

Coming into a fandom early and watching it become an angry clusterfuck

Being in a dormant fandom that suddenly comes alive again after a new book/movie

Don’t forget about those who come in the midst of a fandom war. 

Accuracy at its best

Being in a fandom and not even knowing there’s a war going on…

all of this shit…lol

When You’re Not In The Fandom But You’re Nosy AF

When you get into a fandom only to discover it’s dead

This gets better every time I see it. 

@fuboos-mess

Being in a dead fandom…

Or being in such a tiny fandom that it feels like youre the only one

The accuracy hurts.

Being in a fandom that had a shit ending.

When you’ve been fangirling long enough, you’ve experienced all of the above.

Being in a fandom meant for kids.

This just gets better..

@mi-kleos

When you realize that joining the fandom has ruined you

Fandom hell in general

Yes.

This^^^ just… ALL OF THIS.

Being in so many fandoms that you don’t even know what’s going on

THIS IS THE SKULDUGGERY FUCKING PLEASANT FANDOM IN ONE POST!!

Trying to recruit people to your fandom

Annnnnnndddd it’s back

Being in a fandom which has so many antis

Discovering a totally new fandom

Enchanted Mirror 3: Abigail’s Instructions

Fandom: The Hobbit Trilogy

Pairings: Bofur x ModernHuman!Reader (Eventually)

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fanfic. They are owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, the writers, producers, and directors of The Hobbit films. I am simply borrowing them for this fanfic I am writing.

“Yes.” David said happily. “First order of business. Are you here of your own accords?” Sara asked you. “Yes. I came here because my curiosity got the better of me. Plus I wanted to see if this was legit or not.” You replied. “As long as you are here willingly I shall begin to read the instructions.” Sara said happily. “Instructions?” You asked, turning your attention to David. “Your Grandmother left behind a list of instructions for us. That also includes you.” David replied to your question.

You sighed and turned your attention back to Sara. “First order of business. Has David showed you to your room?” Sara glanced up from the papers. You nodded your head yes in response. “Second order of business. The car David brought you to the estate in, is yours. After you sign the title for it of course.” Sara said. Your jaw dropped in response. The car you rode in was a 2016 Infiniti Qx80. “What is David supposed to drive?” You asked in shock. “I have a Chrysler 300 stashed in the shed. Sara said I should pick you up in the Infiniti Qx80 so you could get a feel for it.” David told you happily. “Maybe some other day, David will be nice enough to let you drive it.” Sara said, giving David a look. “I sure hope so.” You said excitedly.

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