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Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

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Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.

Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut

You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.

It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.

“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.

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Dear Peter

Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is a hot mess and one day peter decides to help her clean her room? And while cleaning her room she leaves to get pizza or something. And he finds multiple little letters to peter about how much she loves him but she never sends them to him? (like they are buried underneath her messy room). Lots of Fluff (and a little angst in the letters). I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WORK BTW I’m a huge fan!

A/N: So I loved this idea so much that I started writing it right away. And as a person with an extremely messy bedroom I am taking offence to my own words. And this is actually kinda personal to me, I’m partially including notes I wrote to someone, exactly one year ago this month, actually. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Word Count: 2576 (Wow this Is the longest fic I’ve ever written)

Warnings: Nah


Day after day, you showed up to school late and in a clutter. Your notes were never in order, when you would open your bag, things would be falling out. You’d given up on your locker. Why bother using it if every time you opened it, something would fall on you?

You ran into chemistry five minutes after the bell, “Y/N, how nice of you to join us,” your teacher smiled.

“Sorry i’m late,” you mumbled, heading towards the back of the class where you shared a lab desk with your best friend Peter Parker.

“Let me guess why you were late today. Couldn’t find your homework in that mess of a bedroom,”

“No,” you said.

Peter raised his eyebrow.

“Fine, yes. You’re right,” you admitted.

“That’s what I thought,”

“Apparently I threw my sweater on top of it, and a pair of pants, and maybe I kept piling things on top while I was looking for it,”

“Christ, Y/N, that’s it, I’m coming over tonight and we’re cleaning your damn bedroom,”

“My bedroom is fine, Peter,”

“Clearly, it’s not. I’m coming over, and we are cleaning,”


You were certainly going to have to figure out a way out of this one. You had a few things in your bedroom that you really didn’t want Peter to find.

As promised, later that evening Peter showed up at your door.

“Peter, what if I told you that I don’t want you cleaning my bedroom,”

“I’d tell you too bad,”

Peter moved past you and walked into your home.

“Peter, come on, I really don’t want your help,”

“C’mon Y/N, you really need to get organized, you’re going to start getting detentions if you show up late many more times,”

“But what if there are things in my room that I don’t want you seeing?”

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I promise to avert my eyes if there’s any underwear lying around,”

“Not what I meant, but I can see that you’re not giving up, so fine, enter my lair,” you said, stepping aside and allowing Peter into your bedroom.

Peter stepped inside and kind of sighed, “I forgot how messy your room was,”

“Now you know why I always study at your house,”

“And I always thought it was because of little old me,”


“I don’t even know where to start,” Peter said, looking around.

There were piles of clothes on your floor, books staked on your desk chair, old homework was scattered everywhere, and half your bed was taken up by your computer, clothes, books, and even a few water bottles.

“Ok! So we’re going to start with the garbage,”

“You can’t throw me away, Parker. Not in my own house,”

Peter rolled his eyes, “Just go grab a garbage bag and we’ll get started,”

You and Peter spent what seemed like forever cleaning.

“I’m going to start on your desk while you finish sorting though your clothes,”

“Or…. You could order some food?” Peter added 

You sighed, dropping the shirts you had in your hand, “Pizza okay?”

“Better than okay, I’m starved, and I most definitely don’t want to eat anything else that we’ve come across,”

“Ok, back off Peter, my room’s messy but I don’t have rotting food in here or anything,”

Peter pulled two completely squished chocolate bars off your desk and held them up in front of you, “I beg to differ,”

 “I’m going to go order the pizza,” you said, flipping Peter off. 

You walked out of the room and left Peter to clean off your desk.

Peter continued to clear off what he believed to be was garbage, hopefully he wasn’t throwing away anything that you may need.

There were a few pieces of paper folded up on the corner of your desk under an old coffee mug.

Peter lifted the mug, and placed it at the foot of your bed along with the other three you had found.

Peter began sorting though the papers and came across an envelope with his name on it.

Peter put the rest of the papers down and held the envelope.

I can’t open it, can I?


I shouldn’t.

Peter very much so wanted to open the mysterious envelope that had his name on it.

Peter was still looking at the envelope when you walked back in.

“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the envelope to you.

“You didn’t open it, did you?”

“No, of course not, I respect your privacy, I was just wondering what it was,”

You walked towards Peter, and grabbed the envelope from him.

“It’s nothing,” you lied.

“Right,” Peter said, staring at you for a moment before going back to clearing off your desk.

You and Peter cleaned in silence for the next while until the pizza arrived.

“I’ll be back,” you said, leaving the room.

When you came back, Peter was sitting on the ground of your balcony, letting his legs hang out the side through the bars.

You went out and sat down next to Peter, opening the box of pizza to offer him some.

“Are you mad at me?” You asked.

“No, why would I be mad?”

“Because I wouldn’t let you read the letters,”

“No, I understand. There are some things you want to keep private and other things you’re willing to share,”

You took a deep breath and pulled the envelope out of your pocket.

“Christ, I can’t believe I’m doing this,”

Peter watched you, waiting to see what you would do.

“Fuck. Okay. Peter, here,” you said, outstretching your hand to him, giving him the envelope.

“No, Y/N, you clearly don’t want me to read whatever’s in there,”

“Please, take it, Peter. Just, wait until you get home to read it. And, remember that I don’t want what’s in this envelope to change our friendship. You’re still my best friend and I really can’t lose you,”

“Did you confess to a murder in here or something?” Peter joked.

You rolled your eyes, “No, Parker, just, eat your pizza,”

Peter shoved the envelope into his pant pockets and the two of you went on with your evening. You finished your pizza and went back inside to finish cleaning.

It didn’t take you much longer to completely clean your room.

By 10pm your room was rid of garbage and old homework, your clothes were put away in your dresser, and all your old coffee mugs were in the dishwasher.

“I guess I better head home before Aunt May gets worried,”

“Oh, okay,”

Peter walked towards where you were sitting on your bed.

“I’ll read your letters when I get home and talk to you tomorrow,”

Peter kissed your cheek and left.

You said on your bed, heat fluttering from Peter’s kiss. You knew you weren’t going to sleep tonight. You were too worried about how Peter was going to react to your letters.

When Peter got home, he shouted a simple hello to May and ran into his room.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, and pulled out the envelope.

He ripped it open and a handful of letters came out. 

Peter opened the first one, dated just over a year previous, a few months before he had gotten his spidey powers.

Dear Peter,

First of all, fuck you.

Second of all, I can’t believe I’m writing this stupid letter.

I read somewhere that writing things down is a great way to let everything out, so that’s what I’m doing. I’m writing you a letter to tell you how I feel.

You’re my best friend. I love you with all my heart. More than you’ll ever know, really. And if you’re reading this, stop? Because never in a million years would I actually give you this to read. Quit snooping, Parker.

Regardless, I’m always wondering if I should tell you how I feel, so I guess i’ll just do it here because I am WAY too much of a chicken to tell you in person.

I, Y/N Y/L/N, am in love with you Peter Parker.

I can’t remember a time I wasn’t in love with you. I can’t remember a time that you weren’t my entire world. Peter, If you asked, I would find a way to  make a million waves in the ocean crash all at once, just to make you smile.

I still can’t believe I’m writing this down.

I really am in love with you, Peter.


Peter had to re-read the letter what felt like a dozen times. You were in love with him. He didn’t know what to say. He quickly pulled out the next letter. It was dated only a month after the first one.


This is so ridiculous that I’m writing to you again. But you drive me insane! Every time I look at you I just want to run my hands through those damn curls of yours and kiss your perfect lips but I can’t. You’re my best friend and I can’t.

You make me so furious. I hate looking at you knowing that I can’t kiss you or be with you, but I also can’t not look at you because i’m in love with your stupid face.

I stand by my statement of fuck you.


Peter looked at the dates on all the letters, they were each dated almost a month apart.


I miss you so much, Peter. I know I see you every day, but you’ve been hanging around me and Ned after school a lot less. I love you more than I thought I would love anyone, ever, and I’m scared to lose you. It feels like I’m losing you. I wish we could run away and leave everything behind, just you and me. Please, Peter. I miss you and I’m crying and I wish we were together.


Peter’s heart began to ache, he had no idea you felt this way about him. The next letter was dated after he had become Spiderman and had begun his Stark internship.


It’s not fair that everything reminds me of you. It’s not fair that while you’re off doing whatever it is you do after school, whether its the Stark internship or not, I’m lying here awake, crying, trying not to think of you but all I can do is cry over the fact that I’ve lost you. It’s not fair that I’m going to cry myself to sleep. It’s not fair that we broke. I’m a good person. I don’t deserve this pain. I haven’t done anything to deserve this much pain. It’s not fair that life is so painful. I don’t deserve this pain. I just want you back. That’s all I want. I just want you. Why does living have to be so hard?
I still feel numb. After crying for three hours tonight, I haven’t felt anything. Nothing feels real. This isn’t real. I don’t know what I’m doing, how I’m living. But it’s so hard without you, Peter. It’s so hard to not have you. I went from having everything I’d ever want or need, to nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I have is the memories of the old us. And my memory is shit. Imagine how hard this is for me. I don’t even know if you’re missing me like I miss you. I don’t even know if you’re thinking about me. I hope you are. I’d like to think you are. But, then again, who knows. I barely feel like I know you anymore. You’re my entire life. I just lost my entire life.


Peter couldn’t stand to read anymore. He dropped the letters on his bed, and climbed out his fire escape.
Peter began swinging towards your apartment. He landed on your balcony and knocked on the glass door.

You suddenly jumped up, and the sight of someone at your window. When you realized it was Peter you climbed out of bed and went to open the window for him to get in.

“Peter what are you doing here? Its almost 1am,”

Peter looked down at his watch (ok I know he doesn’t wear a watch cause of his web shooters but I have this weird thing where I find it so attractive for people to wear watches like?) and checked the time. You were right. He hadn’t realized he had been reading for so long.

“I needed to see you,”

“Is something wrong?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.

“I read your letters, or, I read some of them. I couldn’t bring myself to finish them,“

“Oh,” you slightly pulled away from Peter.

“No! No! Not like that. I just meant, I got to the one when I had just become Spiderman and I would spent all my time out and I ignored you and Ned, just, the letter broke my heart Y/N. I didn’t know you felt this way,”

“Well, I do. You kinda broke my heart when you stopped coming around,”

“I knew you were mad at me, I just didn’t realize that you were this upset,”

“I wasn’t just upset Peter, i’m in love with you. I cried myself to sleep every night because I thought you hated me and that I had lost you for good,”

Peter walked towards you and gently placed a hand on your cheek.

“You could never lose me, Y/N. I’ll always be here for you,”

“Don’t make promised you can’t keep, Parker,”

“Darling, I’m in love with you too, I’m not going anywhere,”

You could feel tears in your eyes, and the back of your throat felt thick (thicc). You were so mad at yourself for not telling Peter sooner.

Peter leaned in and placed a light kiss on your lips. Pulling away only for a moment before you leaned back in to deepen the kiss.

You wrapped your arms around Peter, he puled your closer to him, and moved his lips from yours, engulfing you in a hug.

“Are you telling me, I could have saved myself so many sleepless nights over you if I had only told you sooner?”

“I guess I could have saved myself some sleepless nights because of you too if I had only had the guts to tell you how I felt,”

“Do you have to go home or can you stay?” You asked.

“I’m not leaving,” Peter said, bringing you in for another kiss.

Maybe it wasn’t such a horrible thing that Peter found those letters.

Tag List: @tronnoristheotp, @isabellyduh, @spiderrparkerr, @lots-of-liz, @darlin-you-bitch, @a-smol-badger (I’m sorry if I forgot anyone, please let me know in an ask or private message if you would like to be included in my tag list

themajinking  asked:

This just popped into my head, but, has Sans seen One Punch Man and if so what does he think of it.(Sorry if this doesn't match some of the other asks you've gotten recently or is a bit random.)

The Sans in this AU has occasionally seen episodes of One Punch Man because Alphys and Undyne sometimes watch it. He thinks it’s one of the best shows ever and is genuinely impressed with it in almost every aspect. And Sans isn’t even that big of an anime fan so that’s high praise from him. Alphys and Undyne agree of course and it probably brought them all closer as friends. In fact I think most of the Frisk Household can claim to be fans of One Punch Man.

anonymous asked:

I love how you rub Tony in Steve's face. literally nothing makes me happier than reading how bitter things end up for him. give me any and all the Steve realising what a jerk-ward he is and having tony being happy shoved into him and his 'team's' smug little faces.

“Thanks for cooking dinner. It was -”

“You should go. To him, I mean. No hard feelings. We’re still a team. Nothing will change even though we’re over.”


“Seriously. It’s fine. I know you want him. You should find him and then have what you want.”

“… Thank you.”

Tony’s throat ached. Taking a shot of vodka didn’t help. If anything, it just made him feel even more maudlin. He didn’t know why he kept doing this. Re-watching the precise moment that his and Steve’s relationship had officially ended was like the worst kind of torture. It brought that awful feeling of suffocation roaring back, especially since he could see details now that he couldn’t see at the time, when he’d been too busy drawing on every ounce of strength to hold himself together until Steve hurried out of the room.

Things like the wariness on Steve’s face when Tony first spoke, which all too quickly changed to shock and then - like a knife to the heart - relief. That relief confirmed everything Tony needed to know: if he ever started thinking that maybe he’d made a mistake, watching this minute-long video would set him straight. Steve had never really wanted him. Tony was a convenient stand-in. Second best, if that. And as soon as Steve had found out that Bucky was alive, it was like Tony ceased to matter. They’d barely hard a relationship in the end, as Steve’s time away searching had grown longer and his greetings to Tony colder.

“Play it again, FRI,” he said hoarsely, grabbing the bottle. In spite of how easily that shot had gone down, that was only his first. He watched it again, hand shaking a little as Steve turned and rushed out of the room. Didn’t even give a second look to the man who’d funded Steve’s life in the future and loved Steve with everything he had, just ran away like an imprisoned man offered freedom.

And now here it was two years later. The civil war that had torn the team apart was done and over. Tony had a new team now, and a new life. Even a new lover. Peter Quill, leader of the Guardians, was as different from Steve as anyone could be. He was funny and sarcastic and he loved to dance; that was actually how they’d kissed for the first time, after Peter had grabbed Tony’s hands and hauled him up to dance to some music. When a slower song came on, Peter hadn’t let go. He’d just leaned in and given Tony the perfect first kiss. It was straight out of an 80’s romcom and it made Tony blush a little just remembering it.

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The signs as people i know
  • ARIES: Super social, shy at partys, explosive, laid back, amazing eyebrows
  • TAURUS: Best hugger ever, stubborn af, short girl, star student, badass
  • GEMINI: Talks super fast, pretend desinterest, romatic af, actually a gentleman, says his penmanship is bad because he thinks too fast when he writes
  • CANCER: Extrmely funny, trustable, sensible, great at impressions, has a lot of crushes
  • LEO: Melancholic, sweet, jealous, beautiful hair, can end all the seasons of a TV Show in two days , horny af
  • VIRGO: Sweet, great adviser, forgetful, loves minimalist style, great friend, sometimes can be a little cold
  • LIBRA: Best laugh ever, falls in love easily with strangers, supportive, lazy, bipolar, charming
  • ESCORPIO: Super horny, very attractive, has a good vibe, tall, sweet laugh, loyal
  • SAGITARIO: Great at dancing, loves to argue, loud, loving, sensible, hates authorities
  • CAPRICORN: Very down to earth, sometimes VERY annoying, the life of partys, smart, insecure
  • ACQUARIUS: Quiet, loves sports, determined, witty,open minded, loves birthdays
  • PISCES: Dreamy, always distracted, dimples, laughs in serious moments, confident, kind, fierce

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Uf!sans with an s/o that gets flustered easily?

Oh-ho-ho, this is going to be fun. 

  • * Teasing. ALL THE TIME.
  • *As soon as he figured out you flustered easily, well, it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
  • *Lots of sexual innuendos. He likes the shade of red your face turns when you realize the implication of whatever he was suggesting. It’s adorable.
  • *He’ll sling his arm ever-so-casually around your shoulders, and watch with a half lidded grin as you sputter.
  • *He enjoys mumbling dirty humor into your ear in public the best, because your reaction is always the most noticeable. He’s been shoved away smirking by you quite a few times, while you quietly hiss we’re in public!
  • *Of course, Sans doesn’t care if you’re in public or not, and proceeds to make an offhanded remark about the phallic quality of someone’s earrings. You smack him.
  • * He knows not to take it too far, however. If you’re obviously uncomfortable, he’ll back off right away. He knows not to push you.
  • *But if you just so happen to walk in on him without a shirt- well, he’s never going to get over the face you’d made. No, he isn’t ever going to let it go.
  • *For someone who’s easily flustered, however, you sure as hell know how to make him hot and bothered.
  • *He’s fairly sure you don’t even know what you’re doing. But you’ll bite your lip in concentration or adjust your shorts so he can just snatch a little clip of skin under your clothes, and his gaze will grow a little heavy.
  • Let’s not even mention the popsicle incident.
  • He think’s he’s converting you, a little, because you don’t react as dramatically to his teasing anymore. Hell, you’d even made a sex joke the other day, and that had… Well, he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
  • You’re the cutest thing in the world, to him. Complementing you never fails to make you blush, too, and he resolves to do it more often.
  • To him, the only thing better then you flustered is when you’re happy.
Sneak Peek for Best Birthday Ever (1/2)

This coming Sunday I will be posting my short little erotic story, Best Birthday Ever.  It started out as a fluffy, smutty off shot to (Don’t) Let Me Go, but I really feel like it became more than that.

It;s two parts, though the first part is pretty self-contained.  The only reason I wrote part two was because it’s Oliver’s Birthday and he needed to have his say.  I’m glad I did.   I kind of love how this entire story came out and I hope you do too!


What if Felicity hadn’t decided to go with a team surprise party for Oliver’s Birthday?

What if she decided she was sick of baby steps and wanted to take some big girl steps?

What if Felicity decided the very best way to celebrate was to make Oliver’s birthday cake and present…well, her?

A sort of “Choose Your Own Adventure” off-shoot/AU of Don’t Let Me Go, branching off after Chapter 3 into a whole other universe.

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requested by anon <3
If it’s not to much trouble may you do one where (Reader insert) is eating dinner with Jacksepticeye and ends up blurting out a question they’ve wondered ever since he’s been playing dream daddy; “Are you gay? Because not going to lie I think you and Markiplier would be the cutest couple on earth!” And jacksepticeye just stares at her before silently standing up and walking away. It’s more of a Jacksepticeye x best friend!reader it’s more comedic then romantic.


The bantering stops for a moment as the two of you focus on slurping down your delicious food as fast as possible in fear of it getting cold. You haven’t seen Sean in so long: the two of you grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same kindergarten and were even lucky enough to push through high school in the same class. But he moved away after college, the two of you kept in touch and you did go to visit him a few times, drove him home out of that one college party where he got too drunk to walk back to his dorm…You grin to yourself as you chew on your noodles. That was a really good party. A real rager as the kids call it these days and you still regret not sticking around and having a few shots.

Sean sure has changed over the years. He’s more open, you realize. The side of him you didn’t really know about shines through Youtube and you are a loyal subscribe, just like you are a loyal friend. A recent video of his, of that game Dream Daddy, ticks in your mind and that goofy smile is soon replaced with a lazy smirk as you set down your bowl, finish chewing and call for his attention with the snap of your fingers, “Oi, Jackspedicey.” Sean snorts.


You frown, “Hey, no, serious question.” He nods. “…Are you gay?” Sean nearly chokes on his noodles, for a moment thinking that you’re actually serious. You grin, “Because I think you and Markiplier would be the cutest couple on earth!”

He doesn’t find it amusing however, as his expression falls stoic and he stares at you, unblinking. A second later he sets down his bowl harshly and a lone noodle flies onto the table. His chair screeches as he stands up and promptly exits the kitchen. You don’t know whether you should laugh or be worried that you genuinely upset him.

SEPTIPLIER IS DEAD!” He screams from the other room.

Laugh. Yeah, you should definitely laugh.

Requests are open!

Vortex Customer Service

I heard an odd noise while tightening the battery cap on my SPARC AR. Took it off and noticed the spring took a dump and unwound itself. 

I called them up, and explained the problem and they asked for my name and mailing address to send me a new one. No other questions were asked. 

I asked if they wanted me to send it back because it was a weird failure and he said sure, he’d have it sent to their development team. He also wanted to get a look at it.

They’re sending me out a new cap via first class mail, sending me a prepaid return label for my busted cap and were incredibly professional throughout. Literally the best customer service I’ve ever dealt with. I was only on the phone for 3 minutes and 44 seconds.

darylvdixon  asked:

modern au: theon and robb are best friends and sansa is upset because no one asked her to prom so theon steps in and takes her and robb turns his whole family into hardcore theonsa shippers because damn his best friend is the only guy good enough for his little sister!

“You’re taking Sansa to prom?” Robb asked.

His shock was evidently obvious in his voice, because his best friend sighed and said, “well, I heard her crying, and, I’m not the worst person to ever go on a date with your sister, am I?”

“No,” Robb said carefully, “you’re really not.” The first one left her for her best friend, the second was way too old (and rude) for her, and the third had spent more time looking in the mirror than he had at his sister. Not to mention the other weird older dude who was always sniffing around. Where did Sansa even find these guys? 

“Robb, I barely want you spending time with a Greyjoy, do you think I want my daughter dating him?” 

His mother had it all wrong. “Yes,” he said simply. “Joffrey, Sandor, Harry, Baeless…” his mother smiled at the nickname Arya had given her childhood friend, who had become fixated on her eldest daughter, “they were all men you couldn’t control.”

“Half of the Greyjoys are in prison, do you actually think we can control Theon?” Cat scoffed.

Robb was offended on behalf of his best friend, but yes, he did think he could control Theon. He’d only been doing it since kindergarten. But more than that, he had a foolproof plan.

“It’s not going to work,” his dad had told him, more wary than even his mother. After all, he’d been the man to put Balon Greyjoy in prison. But as Theon walked into the front hall in his tux with flowers for his sister, Ned Stark did as his son bid him anyway. 

He took Theon by the hand, and gave him one of his rare smiles. “I’m proud of you, son,” Ned said.

Theon did not think to question what exactly Ned was proud of. Instead, he simply melted. “Thank you,” he said, and then “I won’t disappoint you, sir.” The look of happiness on Theon’s face was unmatched even when his sister came down the stairs. Theon looked as though he was trying to fight back tears. 

When they’d left, Cat turned to him. “You were right,” she said, smiling proudly.

 Ned too looked at Robb, surprised at how easy it had been to win Theon’s heart.

“Welcome to the good ship Theonsa,” Robb said.

honeybitz  asked:

Heyo, headcanon time! Killua is not an elegant sleeper. Peaceful, yes. Elegant, no. He looks like that one cat post where the cat has the worst sleeping face in Japan. Gon takes a picture as he's trying his best not to cackle. He fails at not cackling and Killua has to steal Gon's phone to delete that picture.

I know the cat you are talking about and I am literally sitting on my couch and cracking up because this is the best and most perfect headcannon I could ever ask for  XDDDDDDD

Gon would be so concerned in the beginning, all “Is Killua okay why is he sleeping like that”, and then he realizes that’s just how Killua sleeps and he cannot contain his glee. ‘Cause Killua is always so graceful and cool with everything he does but then he sleeps LIKE THIS AND-

And Killua would wake up in the middle of Gon’s cackling, tears pouring down his cheeks from the pictures he took of Killua sleeping, and Killua’s face turns beat red from how embarrassed he is. He tackles Gon but Gon is adamant about not giving this up because this is the best blackmail he will ever have on his best friend but Killua is adamant on not letting get away so it’s a pillow fight to the death, basically.

(Gon is allowed to keep the pictures, but he has to swear not to ever ever ever send it to anyone ever, and every once and a while Killua sees Gon laughing at the pictures and Gon gets hit over the head for it every time lol)

madelinecoffee  asked:

Prompt: this is best coffee I've ever had and I think the biggest reason is because you poured it

After she slid the to-go cup across the counter Riley expected the man to leave or at the very least take a seat at one of the many available tables. Instead he gawked at her, a smirk on his face when she looks up at him expectantly.

“You know, this is the best coffee I’ve ever had and I think the biggest reason is because you poured it.”

She laughs a response.  “You havent even tried it yet.”

“Didn’t have to.” He smiles.

anonymous asked:

💕This may be a little personal and hard to understand but, my son will be 9 months old tomorrow. Me and his father are still together doing our best despite of financial issues. I just went through a miscarriage a few weeks ago. I sent my son to my mothers so I could get some rest and pray a little. She "found a bruise" on him and reported me to CPS. She doesn't like my sons father. Neither he or I would EVER hurt my son. He's my soul. He's been gone for weeks now, and I'm losing hope.....

Hi! I have no idea what you’re going through because i’m not in your shoes, but I do empathize with you. I do. The only thing that i can suggest that you do is pray.

Prayer brings peace, it brings joy, and it brings breakthrough. Pray whenever you can! I can pray for you too. God can handle this situation FOR you. He can do amazing things that we don’t always think are possible. Jesus prayed constantly because He knows the power of prayer. Please don’t get all defeated because that is what the enemy wants you to do! Stay strong in Jesus. I really hope things workout for you. Please keep me updated! God Bless you!!!!

anonymous asked:

I'm a libra, and i have really bad depression. My entire life has been met with rejection and heartbreak. And every single time i see people happy i get sad. Because thats the thing i want the most

Have you ever heard the phrase “a watched kettle never boils”. My best friend has a libra moon and he was the same, he was obsessing over it and putting so much of his time and energy into it, creating a painful cycle for himself. He finally took my advice and started to focus on himself and his life and just doing things that make him happy. The love and the affection and the boys came in abundance after that. Because the universe gives us what we need when the time is right, but not if we’re forcing it

anonymous asked:

HEY WHUMP GOD ITS ALL CAPS ANON and Im having a Shitty Day but ur writing always makes the :( more :), and causes, like, the Good kind of emotional pain so THANK U BECAUSE UR DAY FOUR FIC IS AMAZING AND PURE??? Especially Pidges reaction to Lance getting hurt liKE? HER HIDING IN THE CORNER?? IDK WHAT IT WAS EXACTLY BUT IT MADE ME FEEL AN EMOTIONS AND ALSO DIE INSIDE, AND ALSO THATS ONE OF THE BEST KLANCE CONFESSIONS IVE EVER READ. HES JUST LIKE "o yea btw ily" AND I LOVE IT??? O YEA BTW ILY


I’m sorry you were having a bad day, but I’m really glad my writing cheered you up a bit! Thank you so much, you’re too sweet (as always)!

The confession was a bit impulsive, because I didn’t originally plan to have that in there, but then I thought ‘what the hell, it’s already longer than usual, might as well have them kiss’ …because I have no self control. Thanks again for putting a smile on my face!

anonymous asked:

Not to get personal but I feel like it's so easy to see Sonny as the best dad ever partly because of his character but also Peter. Like Peter talks about how much he loves his wife and kids every chance he gets and idk it just makes like... the look/feel/aesthetic of Sonny so much more "dad" - does that make sense? I don't know how to articulate my thoughts.

No, that totally makes perfect sense, anon! I totally understand where you’re coming from in feeling this way!

I completely agree with you, too. I think that’s a little part of Peter that got brought into Sonny himself, to be honest. Even if we’d never seen Sonny interact with kids on the show, him being a dad would still be easily imaginable simply because we know how great with kids Peter is and we know how much he loves being a dad in real life.

It probably helps, too, that he’s known as the baby whisperer on set, lol. I’m sure after seeing that, it was super easy for the writers to give Sonny that characteristic, too.

anonymous asked:

I'm so proud of Niall. He went from being the member who was made fun of for not being able to sing the best, and went on to be the most popular solo member (more popular than Harry) soley because of his talent. And I think the same will happen wth Louis. He'll go from being the "one in the back" to the one in the front with all the success. Niall and Louis really deserve this and I'm so proud of them.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 why have you done this it’s all I ever wanted

anonymous asked:

cuddling with jonah while you/he sleep/s: a concept. because he's tall and cuddly and he'd hold you tighter in his sleep randomly probably, and if for some reason you ended up further apart during the night he'd wake up in the morning and be like "uhhh what r you doing over there?? come back? ruDe!"

Cuddling with Jonah would be the best thing ever. He’s taller ( than me at least) and he’d tangle your legs together. And if he was half asleep and felt you drift away he’d hold you tighter and cuddle into you even more. And you’re so right about him waking up in the morning and finding you far from him. He’d just pull you in and whisper something like ‘if you try to leave me without cuddles, I’ll handcuff us together.’ with a huge sleepy smile on his face. oH MY GOD IMAGINE JONAH IN THE MORNING, JUST WAKING UP. I can’t, I- goodbye.