car with horns

Late night Romance
  • Luka: (sleeping, hears his phone phone vibrating) ... ... ... ... (keep vibrating, groans, and grabs it and looks)
  • Robert's text: *Hey... what are you doing? Are you awake? Let's go hunt ghost*
  • Luka: (texting) *No, in bed. Goodnight.* (lays back down, about to fall asleep when hears a a loud car horn) AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!? (Falls out bed) ... ... I'm gonna fucking kill him(gets up runs down the stairs, opens the door)
  • Robert: (standing by his car) Hey, babe~.
  • Luka: It's 2 in the fucking morning... THE FLYING SHIT DO YOU WANT, SMALL!?
  • Robert: (holds up a Bouquet of flowers)
  • Luka: ... ... o///O (takes them) T-Thank you... But couldn't you wait until tomorrow give these to me???
  • Robert: Nope. (Smirks)
  • Luka: ... You're an idiot, Robert.
  • Robert: (chuckles and kisses him) Only for you, Luka~.

florfster  asked:

hey if you're still doing the prompt thing can you make something about how in @doodledrawsthings 's hell's studio au where whenever bendy curses its replaced with like a car horn and other sound effects

Hell’s Studio AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings

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The first time Bendy tried to swear after his summoning was…interesting. Of course, Bendy knew how to swear. He’d heard Joey (and especially Sammy) swear in the studio, and he was rather certain he’d done it before. So he knew how to do it. But when he actually tried, all that came out were car horns, squeaky toys, and alarms. Joey had missed another deadline, and Bendy thought it required some harsh words. 

“Joey you @$%*!?& moron!” Bendy snapped. Instead of the proper swear word, all that came out was a car horn. 

“Pardon?” Joey asked, blinking. 

“&%#@.” Bendy repeated. “&^*$! Why isn’t this working?!” First was a alarm, then a squeaky toy. The little demon kept going, producing more and more sound effects. Joey was trying very hard not to laugh, and failed miserably. It was just too funny not to. 

“JOEY DREW YOU BETTER QUIT THAT RIGHT NOW!”

“I- I’m sorry Bendy.” Joey said in between gasps of laughter. He held on to the edge of his desk to keep himself upright. Bendy started swearing at him again, which only made Joey laugh even harder. 

“What the hell’s going on in here?” Henry asked, opening the door. The laughter and loud sound effects had drawn him to check things out. Normally Joey’s office was a pretty quiet place. Bendy whirled around, looking absolutely livid. His form was beginning to drip. 

“He’s laughing at me!” Bendy said, pointing back at Joey. “The &^%*@#$! jerk!” 

“Oh, you figured out you can’t swear.” Henry said, as if this was normal. 

“What?” 

“You’re a cartoon made for kids. You can’t swear.” Henry said. “I don’t know why Joey’s laughing so hard, he should know this.”

“It’s just funny to hear.” Joey had managed to get himself under control now. “You can’t tell me it’s not a little funny.”

“Joey, we’ve got a deadline to meet.” Henry said, trying to hide his own smile. Bendy muttered some curse words and stormed out. 

Boris and Alice didn’t have as much of a problem with swearing as the sleep deprived Bendy did. Alice sometimes swore a little, getting the same sound effects as Bendy, while Boris said things like ‘shoot’ or ‘darn’ or ‘fiddlesticks’ and it was the cutest thing ever.

okay, so on my way home from work, i drop my younger cousin home too (he works in the same place as me). i turn up off the quay to go across the old bridge in town … i get onto the bridge and there’s this car facing me.

thing is - this bridge is a one way system. only wide enough for one vehicle. the woman beeped me. so, taking the diplomatic approach that my dad taught me, i stuck my hand to my car horn and thus instigated a game of chicken.

i made her reverse the whole way off the bridge, meanwhile my younger cousin is busting his arse laughing. 

i roll down my window as i drive past the woman, with the intention of politely informing her as to her mistake. to which i was met with a tirade of ‘ fucking learner fucking drivers - shouldn’t be allowed on the fucking road!’

me: ‘ well, at least this ‘fucking’ learner driver knows that the bridge is a one way system. ’

☁️ The Types as Sounds ☁️

INTJ: Whirring of the ceiling fan, radiator growling, the steady hum of home


INTP: Underwater, deep space, the white noise of empty nothingness

INFJ: Crickets, rustling leaves, a far away laugh, the sounds of night

INFP: A teapot from the stove, pages turning, floorboards beneath feet, soft

ISTJ: An old favorite song, familiar voice, your name on someone else’s tongue

ISTP:
 Thunderstorms, rooftop rain, wind that rattles windows, a restless sky

ISFJ: Static from the radio, distant voices, laughs, whispers, background noise

ISFP: Chilly breeze, earthy chimes, songbirds, showers, the sound of dawn

ENTJ: Coffee brewing, piano chords, commendation, pencil on paper

ENTP:
 Hissing fire, candy wrappers, jokes and secrets, bonfire weekend 

ENFJ:  Clatter of dishes, melodies and soft tunes, diners, phone calls, friends

ENFP: Friendly voices, trickling stream, boots in puddles, forest wandering

ESTJ: Crashing waves, seagull songs, boardwalk footsteps, the hiss of seafoam

ESTP: One thousand good mornings, busy streets, car horns, bustling city life 

ESFJ: Echoes and footsteps, bell-tower chimes, typewriters, raindrops, rhythm

ESFP: Overhead plane, skateboard on pavement, squeaky swing suburbia

I have this very strong image in my mind of Adam and Ronan impulsively deciding to get married at like 3 am and then going to the courthouse at soon as it’s open and like

Driving to get blue and Gansey:  Ronan getting their attention with something resembling the wedding march on his car horn 

Gansey and blue start panicking about putting on clothes and getting presents. Gansey is trying to write a best man speech on a breakfast napkin on the front lawn. confusion and Chaos 

Ronan is still honking his horn and screaming “THE NUPTIAL BUS LEAVES IN THIRTY SECONDS”

a very confused, sleepy, and kind of annoyed Gansey and blue have to get in the car in their pajamas 

Henry is already waiting outside of the courthouse in a tux when they get there, with flowers and a wrapped gift. none of them know how this is possible

they set up facetime with matthew so he can watch

the ceremony lasts like 3 minutes and is not romantic at all. everyone cries anyway

You Suck, Parker

Request: #111 with peter ?

Prompt: 111.  A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck.

Word Count: 1476

Warnings: SO MANY SEXUAL INNUENDOS

A/N: Holy moly I had so much fun writing this one.

Summary: Peter and Y/N have been friends for quite some time and wow, they finally admit their feelings for each other while making a few sexual innuendos here and there. (THis is fluffy I swear).

MASTERLIST


“Y/N, when will you be home tonight?” Your mother asked you.

“Not sure. Peter and I have a Chem test on Monday and want to try and get a lot of studying in before then,”

“Meaning the two of you won’t study at all, but watch movies and then fall asleep on the couch,”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you you admitted.

“Alright, behave yourself and make sure you’re home by tomorrow morning,”

“Of course, mom. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You said as you left your house to head to Peter’s.

You and Peter had known each other for quite a long time, and you usually spent your Friday night’s ‘studying’ aka, attempting to study but ending up watching movies.

You would argue that you were Peter’s best friend, but Ned always says otherwise. But you and Peter were rather close, you were always spending time with him, and it was no secret to you that he was Spiderman.

And of course, you harboured feelings for the boy. For as long as you could remember you had had a crush on Peter Parker. And damn, were your feelings growing with each passing day. Peter, of course, had no idea, but you weren’t exactly sure whether that was a problem or not.

When you arrived at Peter’s door, you knocked and May let you in.

“Y/N! Peter will be so happy you’re here. He’s in his room, just go on it,”

“Thanks May! It’s great to see you,”

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” She said as you walked away towards Peter’s room

“Knock knock,” You said, opening Peter’s bedroom door.

“Y/N, hey,” he smiled

You walked in and sat down on Peter’s chair, across from his bed where he was sitting.

“So did you bring your books?” Peter asked

“Of course not Parker. We never actually study, I thought why bother lugging heavy textbooks over here if we weren’t actually going to study,”

Peter laughed, “That’s fair, but I thought we could skip the movie tonight?”

“Skip the movie? Who are you and what have you done with Peter Parker?”

“C’mon, I had a better idea,”

“And what is this better idea of yours Mr Parker?” You questioned.

Peter smiled at you, stood up and walked across his room to his closet. He began stripping, pulling his shirt off

“Not that I’m opposed to this, but what are you doing Parker?”

Peter laughed, “I’m putting on my Spidey suit,”

“Oh, so not only are you getting naked, but you’re getting kinky,” you raised your eyebrows.

“Geez, Y/N, didn’t realize you were into that kinda thing,” Peter said, continuing to put on his suit.

“Oh there’s a lot you don’t know i’m into,” 

“Oh yeah, and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Play your cards right and maybe one day you’ll find out,”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Peter said.

He put the mask over his face and walked over and held his hand out to you,

“Shall we, my dear?”

“And what exactly are we doing?”

“Just, come with me,”

You took Peter’s hand and followed him out onto his fire escape.

“What now, Parker?” You asked

Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and said “Now you hold on tight,”

“Oh god,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Suddenly, your feet weren’t on the fire escape anymore, you could feel yourself flying through the air. Your heart was rapidly beating

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I’ve got you,” Peter said.

You tightened your grip on Peter, closed your eyes, and buried your face in his neck. You felt Peter’s arm wrap tighter around your waist.

Soon, you felt Peter hit the ground, and he slowly let go of you and your feet hit the ground.

You opened your eyes and looked around, you were standing on a roof,

“Where are we?”

“I found this place not too long ago, its nothing special, but you can see so much of the city from up here, I thought it was so beautiful when I first saw it. It reminded me of you. I knew I had to show you,” Peter answered, taking off his mask.

You walked to the edge of the building and stared off watching the lights of the city. The cars’ lights reflections danced off the windows of the buildings around you. You could hear the noises of the city below, the car horns and the sirens, yet everything was quiet so high up.

“It really is beautiful up here, Peter,” you turned to look at him

“I’m glad you like it,” He smiled, rubbing the back go his head with his hand.

“Its not just the view I like, Peter,”

“Right, you like the Spidey suit, turns you on,” He joked

“More like I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” you whispered to yourself

What?” Peter asked

I said you suck, Parker,”

Peter rolled his eyes, and grabbed your hand, “Come on, theres something else I want to show you,”

You allowed Peter to lead you across the roof of the building. There was a small garden in the corner, with a bench next to it.

“Peter, this is so beautiful,”

You approached the garden and slowly let your hand fall out of Peter’s as you bent down to admire the flowers.

“I remember you telling me you love forget-me-not’s and lilies, so I planted some earlier this season and they finally bloomed, so I figured now would be the best time to show you this place,”

“Peter, how on earth do you not have a girlfriend? You’re actually the sweetest boy I know,” you smiled, leaning over to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Well actually, there is someone I like,”

“Oh really? And who might this special someone be?” You teased, walking around the garden to lean on the side of the roof.

“Well, they know my secret,” Peter said, holding up his mask, “they also are always crashing my house and distracting me from my homework,”

Peter started walking closer towards you.

“They also can never decide what movie to watch on movie nights. Not to mention that they distract me in class too. Not on purpose, mind you, but they’re so beautiful, I can’t help but stare at them,”

You smiled, you knew he was talking about you. As soon as he started talking, you knew.

“Tell me more, Peter Parker,”

Peter was now standing right in front of you, “Well, i’ve kinda had a thing for them for a few years now. I’m kinda actually in love with them,”

“Well, in that case, there’s something you should know Parker,”

“What’s that, Y/N?” 

“There this superhero I’m kind of in love with,”

“Please tell me its not Mr. Stark, that would just make this so awkward,”

“No, but have you seen Captain America’s ass? Damn,”

Peter rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m kidding. Kind of,” you said

“Y/N,-“ Peter started

“I love you too, Peter,” You said

“Don’t you mean I really like you and want to kiss you a lot,” Peter whispered

“You dID HEAR ME,”

“Of course I heard you,” Peter smiled.

“You suck, Parker,”

“Does this mean I can kiss you now?”

“I think I changed my mind. Do you have Captain America’s number? He seems like he wouldn’t be as mean to me,”

You stared at Peter while he bit back a smile.

“Yes Parker! Kiss me already,”

Peter put his hands on either side of your face, and gently pressed his lips up against yours. 

You pulled away, “You still suck Parker,”

“I think, now, it’ll be you that will be the one who sucks,”

“Oh mY GOD PARKER!” You laughed.

“Sorry, sorry, it had to be said,” he smiled.

“So Parker, are you going to take me back to your house so we can finish up that movie night, and maybe, maybe, if you’re lucky we can talk about that other thing you suggested,”

“I think by the time you even decide on a movie to watch, i’ll be asleep and it’ll be too late for anything else,” he joked

“Well it would be the perfect way to wake up, now wouldn’t it, Parker,”

“Damn, maybe I should wear this suit around you more often,”

“Believe me, its not the suit,”

“Well, then what are we waiting for?” Peter asked, putting his mask back on.

He wrapped his arm sound your waist and shot a web to another building. The two of you were flying over the city once again, but this time you kept your eyes open.

In Control - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,977

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (Both Receiving), Public Sex, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Jeep Sex

Notes: Guess what guys! This was a request! I absolutely loved this idea. This was so fun to write. And I couldn’t wait to get it out. So I will probably be regretting life at work seeing as it is 3:30 in the morning right now. BUT THIS WAS SO WORTH THE 13 HOURS OF WRITING. I hope my lil nonnie (though I DO know who requested this, I will not divulge) loves this ❤️

Request: can you do a stiles smut where the reader is possessed by a powerful goddess or the reader is a demigod and she can regain her powers/stay in control by having sex with someone? and that stiles is her anchor? TYSM ❤️

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Ever so Charming

Originally posted by over-et

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: This is another one that I don’t really have a proper prompt for. I just sort of started writing and this is what happened. It’s a random Saturday night and Peter decided to swing by to the reader’s apartment. Some silly stuff ensues.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,618

Notes: I’m sorry that this is so long! I didn’t intend to make this story over two thousand words, but I just started writing and couldn’t stop. I hope you can manage to make it through all my terrible writing. Enjoy!
P.S. I’m also sorry for all the Star Wars references. I can’t help it. I’m a huge Star Wars fan too.


It was a summer Saturday night in Queens. The mid-July air was warm and humid. Large skyscrapers and constant traffic only helped to increase the stickiness in the air. There was a minor heatwave going through the area. During the night however, without the sun’s relentless beams of light shining down on the asphalt roads, the temperature dropped just enough to make the weather bearable. Just barely though.

This particular night, you were mindlessly spinning around in your desk chair. Scattered all along the surface of your desk were some random notes for an essay that was due by the upcoming Friday. There wasn’t much of a rush to get the thing finished, but you liked to get things done in advanced anyway. Nonetheless, you still found yourself avoiding the essay like it was the plague. You weren’t normally like this. You normally could pump out at least a mediocre paper in maybe a day, but tonight your mind was not having it.

Something was keeping you restless and alert. You weren’t entirely positive what though. Nothing out of the ordinary happened today. You woke up, you ate some food, and you watched some Netflix; everything seemed normal. You racked your brain to try and think of anything that could have possibly caused this random tension, but nothing came up. Sighing, you stopped spinning around in your chair (you were starting to get dizzy) and just stared at your bedroom ceiling. Eventually, you started to calm down.

It was dark in your room. The only light source was your tiny desk lamp that didn’t really illuminate much. You had your window open to try and feign the heat that was stuck in your apartment. Or rather your parent’s apartment, but they were away on some long business trip and left you to your own devices for the week. Stupid mistake, really. The open window didn’t help at all though. All it did was allow the humid outside air to mix with the stiff apartment air. The result was a mixture of stale and oppressive. The only reason you didn’t close the window was because of how purely lazy you were. You were here and the window as there. No matter the distance, it was always too far. So, needless to say, you were not very comfortable.

You glanced back at your notes and made a sour face. At this rate, you were more likely to close the damn window than finish the essay. You finally conceded and sat up a bit to switch off the light. Your room went from dimly lit to almost completely dark. The only source of light now was the faint glow of the city’s shops, cars and street vendors. You closed your eyes and sat in the dark for a while. There was something peaceful about just sitting there and listening to the sounds of the car horns and the clamor of the people. It was all so familiar and calming. You had grown up your entire life in this city. There was no place you’d rather live than here. You were so lost in these thoughts that you failed to hear the subtle movement of someone entering through your open window.

You were just about to drift off to sleep when you heard a loud thump and a muffled groan from behind you. You jumped instantly out of your chair, ran to turn the overhead light on, and quickly grabbed the nearest thing to you to use as a weapon. That item just so happened to be your Millennium Falcon Bluetooth speaker that you got for Christmas one year. You knew it was geeky, but you didn’t really care what others thought about it. You found it to be awesome, and so did your best friend Peter Parker. Not that his opinion mattered any more than everyone else’s. Obviously.

You held the speaker up, ready to swing at whomever had come into your room, and looked down to see a body laying face down on your hardwood floors. When you saw who it was you froze in your spot and your jaw dropped.

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Royal!Bitty AU

(Hey, why is Jack the one who’s always literal royalty? Let’s get some royal!Bitty love up in here! So, Royal!Bitty AU -or- ‘How do you play a contact sport with bodyguards?’)

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Now that Jack and Bitty have come out, nosy journalists are trying to dig up anything they can on the Bittles.

It doesn’t take long for someone to find one of the family’s most guarded secrets: that MooMaw was the secret half-daughter of the recently deceased King of *jackhammer sound*.   

Bitty’s great uncle, the childless, current King of *car horn*, wants to meet his long-lost American sister and her family. King Whatshisface takes a shine to Suzanne and Coach and Bitty and basically tries to repatriate the entire Bittle clan. 

In true Princess Diaries fashion, Bitty gets made up and over as the country’s new media darling, and everyone is calling him ‘Prince Eric’ (even though he’s technically a Duke? Maybe?), and suddenly Jack is the one dealing with an entirely new type of attention because he’s dating the world’s first openly gay royal.

**Bonus: Jack gets all blushy and stupid calling Bitty ‘Prince Charming’, and Bob keeps trying to get Coach to knight him 

His || Jungkook || 0.8

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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