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Rick and Morty’s Stutters

So I’ve noticed in a lot of Rick and Morty fan comics and fanfictions (not that there’s a lot of) that people try to incorporate Rick and Morty’s stuttering, which I absolutely love as a person who stutters and went to speech therapy for several years. However, I often times see people just making them stutter on random words, or have them stutter on literally every word, which is not how stuttering works at all. To help everyone out, here’s a quick guide on Rick and Morty’s stuttering that I complied while watching some episodes. 

Morty’s Stuttering:

Morty tends to stutter more at the beginning of sentences, and at certain conjunctions (connector words that attach two sentences together - think “and”). His stuttering seems to get worse when he is under pressure, overcome by emotion, or when he’s thinking fast. 

He mostly seems to stutter on:

  • the T/Th sound, when followed by an “a” or “e”
  • the J sound, when starting a rushed sentence or saying the word “just”
  • the B sound, mainly when saying the “buh” sound or the word “but”
  • the D sound, mainly when saying the “duh”  or “di” sound
  • the Y sound, usually when saying the word “you”
  • the I, as in the word “I” or “I’m” or on the word “it”
  • the W sound, usually on question words (”Who/What/Where/When”) especially when he’s rushed, or the word “we”
  • the H sound, when starting a question (think the word“how”?)
  • the L sound, at the start of sentences and when followed by “e”

Morty will also say the same words twice in the same sentence when he’s stuttering, because he either is talking too fast and couldn’t get all the words out smoothly or because he stuttered while saying it. A lot of people that stutter do this. An example would be:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone?”

See? The repeated word was “did”. Here’s an example of him stuttering and repeating some words:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone? J-Jessica will never talk to me again! Th-that’s it! You’ve gone too far!” 

He also uses “Rick” often times as a “crutch” word, or a word he repeats a lot unknowingly when talking. People who don’t stutter even have crutch words as well, so this is not really related to his stuttering but more to his speech pattern. He usually only repeats his crutch word when talking to or about Rick, which Rick then does in vice versa with Morty’s name. 

Rick’s Stuttering: 

Rick seems to stutter more in the beginning of sentences, in the middle, and when he’s drunk. It gets worse when he’s burping, trying to talk his way out of something, or when he’s angry. 

He mostly stutters on:

  • the Y sound, or more specifically the word “you”
  • the Sh sound, especially when he’s drunk and when its followed by “e”
  • the I sound, especially on “I”, “I’ll”, or “it’s”
  • the Th sound, followed by “a” or “e”
  • the D sound, mainly when saying the “duh”  or “di” sound
  • the W sound, on question words or the word “we”
  • the H sound, on the word “how”
  • the C sound, on words like “can”
  • the M sound, mostly when he’s drunk

He will also repeat his words a lot too, and does so a lot more when he burps in the middle of them. Like I said earlier, he often uses Morty’s name as a crutch word, especially when talking to him, and he will stutter usually while saying it. An example of Rick talking would be:

“Y-you know what, Morty? Maybe I had a reason to shoot that alien! Sh-she was a parasite alien, Morty!, and was going to plant eggs in everybody at y-your school!”

However, I didn’t make him stutter on all of the words/letters/sounds he has trouble with. People who stutter can often times correctly say their trouble words with no problem, if they think about it or if it’s just by chance. I wrote Morty’s sentences like this too, seeing as he doesn’t always stutter on his trouble words either. Also, stuttering usually doesn’t happen more than once or twice in a sentence. 

Example conversation with Rick and Morty stuttering:

“Aw, geez, Rick! Did - did you really have to shoot that alien in front of everyone? J-Jessica will never talk to me again! Th-that’s it! You’ve gone too far!”

“Y-you know what, Morty? Maybe I had a reason to shoot that alien! Sh-she was a parasite alien, Morty!, and was going to plant eggs in everybody at y-your school!”

“I don’t care, Rick! That was one my shot with Jessica! I’m - I’m never talking to you again!”

“Aw, c’mon, Morty! You- you can’t be serious! Th-this’ll all blow over in a week.”

“I-I’m serious, Rick! You’re - you’re such a dick!”

“Fine, you little asshole! We’ll see what happens next time you’re in trouble! I-I won’t help you at all!”

Well, that’s about it for this post. Feel free to add anything or make corrections! I may later edit in some of Rick and Morty’s trouble word/sounds I missed earlier. If you have any questions, shoot me as ask. 

Stalker

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: Anonymous said: can you make a scenario where Jung kook’s gf feels like someone is following her and she call guk to come and get her

Excerpt: “Please come get me. I’m scared,” you sobbed into the phone, reality finally dawning on you,

“Calm down, where are you what’s going on?” Jeongguk’s low, calm voice began to calm you down

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Length: 1.1k

A/N:  slightly based off an anime scene that I saw eons ago and honestly cant remember the name although it was super cute

[UPDATE] the anime is called ‘say i love you’ and thank you to everyone who recognised and commented it as it’s been annoying me for a while that i forgot!!

Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

“Thank you for staying so late, Y/N,” your manager called as you left café, the cold night air nipped at your features and you pulled your jumper sleeves further down your hands. As you looked around, standing in the shop light as you tried to untangle your headphones, your eyes locked onto a figure standing in the shadows slightly to the side opposite the shop.

You blinked, your heart beginning to race as your eyes began to get used to the light, the figure becoming more defined and all of a sudden your heart dropped. The man was a customer who always hung around, managing to accidentally brush hands with yours and often sat in the shop a long time after he’d finished his coffee. You recognised him because he was wearing his suit, and it always surprised you that he never seemed to work spending all his time in the cafe his eyes following you around the room; they were doing the same now.

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Keith/Lance, set immediately after the keith vlog cause I’m emotional and want bby to be comforted sooo hurt/comfort. 

Lance perks up when the control room doors slide open, it’s finally his time to shine; finally his turn to get behind the camera and mesmerize their audience. He stands up when Keith comes out, smiling at him, but Keith charges on by, his expression twisted; his eyebrows furrowed and lips held in a tight line.  

The smile drips off Lance’s face, replaced by confusion, he watches as Keith raises a hand to his own - scrubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey!” Lance calls after him, and Keith turns, his eyes wide with surprise; and there’s something else about them, too, they look a little wet? “How’d it go?” he asks, still trying to puzzle over Keith’s expression - is the vlogging really that bad?

Keith quickly drops his gaze, looking down at the ground. “Uhh, fine,” he says, and waves distractedly behind him, back the way he was headed, “I’m gonna go train, or just you know sit in my room. I’ll go to my room, I think, but training helps me clear my head and focus. I - yeah, I’ll see you later, Lance?”

Lance’s eyebrows draw together in concern, watching Keith stutter over his words. “Hey, man,” he says softly, ignoring Keith’s plans to ask, “You okay?” He reaches out a hand, putting it on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith, almost unconsciously, leans into his touch. 

“Yeah,” Keith says, his voice cracking a little on the word. “I’m fine. It’s just -” he chokes, then groans in frustration, bringing his hands up to cover his face, “Ugh, this is so stupid.” He quickly rubs at his eyes; he wants them to stop burning, and for his throat to stop feeling like it’s all clogged up, he wants to stop feeling like he’s going to break even if he just tries to talk - he doesn’t want to cry

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Detention

Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 892
Plot: Peter gets put in detention with the reader. Cute note passing ensues.
A/N: I know I said I’d write more Alex Summers but GUYS! SPIDERMAN! I saw it at the movies and it was so good, so pure. I know most of you are out of high school now so this is a #throwback. I tried to make it totally cute.

Originally posted by vintagejosh

Peter slumped against the desk; pushing his forehead against the cool plastic of the table. Detention again; somehow, he always managed to end up back in detention. It wasn’t like he was trying to be here: he just couldn’t catch a break. Turns out fighting crime and writing his biology paper were incompatible things.

The clicking of a pen made him grogilly open his eyes.
A few desks away from him; a girl perched awkwardly on her chair, scribbling doodles onto her notepad. Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her before; he wondered if she was new or just way above his social radar.
Who wasn’t?
But something about the way her mouth pressed together made his head spin. She was unconventionally beautiful; lush hair and kind eyes that tugged his gaze, made his blood prick in his skin. And he thought-
She raised her brow, curiously returning his gaze. Ah, shit. He’d been staring at her like a creepy stalker. How’d he always manage to screw up this bad?
He shifted his gaze immediately to the ceiling; pretending he was checking out the old pieces of tissue that had been lodged into the gaps in the paneling until he thought it was safe.

Something tapped his shoulder; a crumpled piece of paper bouncing across the carpet at his feet. The girl was hastily writing in her notepad again; attempting to look nonchalant, no doubt.
Peter bent down, unfolding the little scrap at his feet.

What are you in for?

Peter bit his lip, rustling into his backpack for his science book. It wasn’t hard to tear out a spare page in a vaguely square shape. He clicked his pen awkwardly, nerves building in his chest.

Busted for no biology homework. You?

He crumpled it, his eyes darting around the room to see if the supervisor was watching. He wasn’t, as usual; he looked about as bored as Peter felt, and seemed to be watching Netflix on his laptop or something of the like. With minimal effort, Peter threw the little piece of paper and managed to get it to roll onto her desk.
She smiled to herself, looking up at him for a brief moment.
Wow. 

Made a model of a volcano. It may have exploded.

Peter looked over, laughter playing on his lips
“Seriously?” he mouthed.
She nodded, a look of disbelief on her face as she thought about the incident.

“(y/n)” the supervisor called, looking up with absolute neutrality plastered across his features “you can go whenever.”
She tapped her fingers on her desk awkwardly.
“I might stay here to study for a bit” she breathed. Peter detected a hint of an accent; her voice was every bit as lovely as he expected “it’s…quieter here than the cafeteria”.
The supervisor shrugged. “Suit yourself”.

(y/n) smiled to herself, wrinkling her nose as she tore off another note and tossed it to Peter.

So, who are you, other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework?

Peter swallowed.

Other than the guy who doesn’t do his homework, I’m Peter Parker. But I prefer the first one.

She laughed, and he felt his heart sing.

“Alright Peter, you’re good to go” the supervisor called out, yawning quietly. Peter stood up slowly, his chair sliding across the floor as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.
(y/n) stared at him, her notepad pressed to her chest.
Peter motioned towards the door, raising his brows nervously.
She nodded, swinging her hair back and throwing her bag on.
Peter felt his heart stutter awkwardly as he made it into the hallway, her footsteps directly behind him.

“I think that guy might have been the most chilled out detention supervisor I’ve ever seen” she laughed, stumbling awkwardly as she tripped over her laces slightly. Peter held out his hand to catch her elbow; the places where his fingers met her skin felt awkward and clammy. 
“Sorry. Clumsy” she breathed, grabbing at the straps of her backpack as they walked in tandem through the corridor.
“Oh, yeah, me too. I’m always…tripping over things. Y’know?” he stuttered, words leaving his mouth in a slush of anxiousness.
Oh my god.
“You’re good at the words thing” she teased, a half-smile tugging at her lips as her eyes lingered on his. Oh man.
“That’s what they say” Peter grinned, slowing his pace so that he didn’t get to his locker in a hurry. He wanted to spend longer just talking; he didn’t want it to end here.
“Well, this is me” she added, scratching the back of her head as she stopped by the doors to the chemistry labs “but it was great to meet you, Peter. I get the feeling it won’t be the last time”.
Peter felt the breath leave his lungs for a second, his face growing hot.
“Yeah, it was nice. I hope you…explode more volcanoes. So we can hang out.”
She grinned, awkwardly spinning on her heels “okay, great”.
“Great”.
And with that, she strode into class, glancing back just once as he waved slightly like an absolute moron.

“Tell me you got her number” Ned gasped, appearing behind Peter and breaking his trance “she’s amazing”.
Peter shoved Ned’s shoulder slightly, turning him to face the other way as they both walked down the hall.
“I’m working on it” he muttered.

anonymous asked:

the gang seeing you all dressed up for the first time

(At first, I thought it said: “The gang getting you all dressed up for the first time” and omg, could you imagine? Like Sodapop is doin’ your nails while the other boys are looking through your closet to see what outfit you should wear.) anywAY

- Everyone’s jaw drops, like everyone. Their heads turn and they all stop to stare at you.

- Steve breaks the silence by WHISTLING at you like “Damn!” and Two-bit starts right after by hollering flirtatious things at you like, “Hey, baby, lookin’ good! I bet you’d look even better in my arms, huh??”

- Ponyboy’s face is beet red and he literally can’t look away. There’s so many things he wants to tell you. He’s already thinking of cheesy love poems to write you and how he honestly believes he found his ‘one true love.’

- Dallas is a sucker for girls being all dressed up so as soon as you stepped out, the cigarette he was about to light falls out his mouth and his eyes widen. He’s like,,, so stunned. Abort mission, he is a horndog, he’s going to follow you all night long and use every smooth line in the book to get a knockout like you. 

- Darry’s become light pink and he’s so speechless. He clears his throat and tries his best to look away but he kEEPS LOOKING OVER, HE CAN’T HELP IT. He wants to tell you how stunning you look in the most gentlemanly terms but he just can’t pull himself together.

- Johnny cannot keep his wide eyes off of you, he’s looking at you up and down and he just wants to smack himself because he can’t help it. He stutters and stumbles over his words when attempting to compliment your appearance. His mind is screaming “Wow

- Soda dead ass makes a move on you the first few seconds you step out. He literally slides over and leans against the wall in a suggestive and flirtatious manner and says the cheesiest fucking pick-up you’ve ever heard.

- Steve and Soda compete each other for you due to bro-code and Johnny is the next to try and make a move and he’s so nervous, he’s trying his best.

BTS Reaction: Falling for an english speaking fan

Request:  BTS reaction to seeing an English speaking foreigner at their fanmeet in Korea and them being immediately attracted to her?

A/N: Sorry about the wait anon, enjoy xx

Jin:

Originally posted by missbaptan

Jin would be completely unsubtle but also utterly suave. The minute he saw you he would gently nudge Namjoon next to him before nodding his head towards you, Namjoon immediately catching on to what he meant and nodding in agreement. When the time came to meet you properly, he would try his best to stutter as many words of english as he could, making sure he called you ‘pretty’ while Namjoon snickered at his feeble attempt at flirting in the meantime. Regardless, it would be guaranteed that he would leave you feeling flustered with his supermodel looks and special glances aimed only at you.

Yoongi:

Originally posted by minpuffs

Yoongi would be out of character in that he would be shameless in keeping you for far too long at the hi-touch, gushing over your gifts for him and keeping every sweet smile to be aimed in your direction. Despite not being fluent in english, he made his affections for you quite clear which didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the members, who would also be shameless in poking fun at their usually ‘cold’ smitten rapper.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by minshoseok

Hobi would be a little unsure of what to do in this situation as he wanted to give equal attention to all his fans but, for whatever reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. You were radiant and when the time came for you two to meet one on one he would be so flustered, taking your hand in his sweaty one and telling you sweetly but quietly that you were very pretty and that he liked your hair before letting you go on to the other members, his longing stare following you the whole time.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by taestylips

The language would be absolutely no problem for Joonie who would have no issue in telling you how goregous he found you, catching your eye every now again and throwing you a cheeky wink. The entire meet and greet you would almost be having a secret conversation with him with silent glances and cheeky giggles. What you didn’t expect was at the end of the meet and greet one of BTS’ staff to give you a piece of paper with the leader’s number on with a message on it reading ‘to my beautiful fan, I want to know you. This is my number, text me if you want. RM <3′

Jimin:

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin would be completely blown away by how attractive you were and attracted he was to you. When he saw you carrying a sign with his name on it he blushed and grinned at Tae while nodding towards you, feeling smug that he was your favourite. He found his eyes wandering to yours regularly and when he finally met you he found you even more electric close up. He would simply smile and chuckle at your adorable ways as he reluctantly allowed you to meet the other members, not before making it clear to them that he was your bias though.

Tae:

Originally posted by jeuguk

Tae would be so extra. Every move he made throughout the meet and greet would be done with the intention to either impress you or get your attention; usually achieving both. He would go from being unbelievably sexy, sending you frequent smoldering glares to being a total goofball and dancing round the stage like a mad thing to the delight of his fans, yet you seemed to know it was all for you. Guaranteed, whatever he was doing he was doing the most.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by jibeom

Immediately, as soon as he saw you he would be feeling self conscious. Was his hair right? Why did he wear this outfit?? Did Jimin look better than him??? He bet you were a Jin stan… but no, every time he made eye contact he was sure your eyes were on him first… was it because he had something in his teeth? His eyes always found yours to ensure you weren’t checking out the other members, for whatever reason he wanted your undivided attention because somehow, you well and truly had his. 

Come Back to Me (Part Two)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes: “Can I request like a continuation of your homecoming fic, like where Peter begins to gain feelings for reader? Please?”
Genre: Fluff??
Warnings: Blood Mention
Part One Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by blurryfandoms

When you heard the familiar knock on your bedroom window in the late hours of the night, you smiled. You moved from your bed and to the window across the room, opening it to see Spiderman sticking to the side of your house. You laughed lightly, still not used to the sight after this happening nearly every night for the past three months.

“Hey, Pete,” you greeted him as he crawled into your room. You closed the window behind him and plopped back onto your bed as he took his mask off and threw it onto your desk. He groaned as he laid down next to you, finally being able to relax after what you presumed was a long night of fighting.

After a few minutes of silence, he turned his head towards you. “Hey, (YN),” he laughed softly, and the smile that lit up his face caused a smile to form on your own. 

“Long night?” You asked, staring down at him fondly. He nodded, turning his head to face the ceiling again and letting his eyes fall closed. You continued to look at him fondly until you realized he could catch you, and you quickly looked down at your hands. 

It’d been three months since the Homecoming dance, since Peter had told you he was Spiderman, since Liz left the school—and the state—due to her father’s trial. You and Peter had been closer than ever. You helped him hide his secret from Aunt May, and although you were jealous when you found out Ned had known before you, it was easier for Peter to have two friends to rely on instead of one.

He had been coming over your house almost every night, and if he needed an icepack or to get his cuts cleaned up and bandaged properly, you were always ready. You hadn’t been getting as much sleep as you used to in fear Peter would come to your window severely hurt and you wouldn’t answer because you were sleeping, so you resorted to drinking multiple cups of coffee a day to stay awake and energized at whatever hour he would stop by.

“Any injuries you need cleaned up today?” You asked, breaking the silence. Peter opened his eyes and looked back at you. 

“No, I’m okay,” he smiled again. You resisted the urge to grin back at him. “Thanks, though.”

“Mhm,” you gave him a tight-lipped smile, noticing the warm feeling in your chest you got whenever he smiled at you. You looked away again. “That’s good, because you know how squeamish I get around blood,” you joked and he laughed. You knew he was still looking at you, but you wouldn’t dare glance his way when you were sure a large smile was on his face. 

You hopped off of your bed and wordlessly left your room, grabbing two water bottles from your fridge quietly to not wake up your parents. You walked back to your bedroom to see Peter now sitting up on your bed. He smiled at you again. He needed to stop that. You sat down next to him, and you handed him one of the bottles of water. 

“Thanks,” he said, and you nodded as you opened your own. You heard the crackling of the bottle in seconds, before you had even taken a sip from yours, and you looked over to see Peter’s bottle empty. You laughed under your breath and extended your arm to offer him your bottle.

“Want mine?” You asked.

“No, no, I’m fine,” he shook his head, although his eyes stayed on the water in your hands. 

You moved it closer to him. “Take it,” you said, smile on your face when he took it from you and gulped the whole bottle down in seconds again. You laughed another time as a few drops of water fell down his chin.

“Come on, don’t get water on my bed,” you chastised him and raised your hand without thinking, wiping the water off his chin with your thumb. He looked at you with wide eyes, and you froze with your thumb in midair when you had realized what you had done. 

“I- uh- I,” he stuttered over his words, continuing to stare you in the eyes. 

“Sorry,” you forced out, and you found the strength in you to put your thumb down and wipe it on your pajama pants. You quickly looked away from him and he cleared his throat. 

“I’m- uh- gonna get going. Spanish quiz tomorrow, so, I should probably get some sleep in,” he laughed nervously and stood up from your bed, and you stood up after him to close the window behind him.

“Yeah, uh, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. You watched him put his mask on and crawl out the window, and as he stuck to the side of your house again, ready to web himself to another building, he looked towards you like he did every night, and said,

“Thanks, best friend,” before disappearing into the night. 

You sighed as you closed your window. You shut your lamp off and crawled into bed, trying to fall asleep. You thought, these feelings need to leave before it ruins your friendship with Peter.

You didn’t fall asleep for hours.

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I’m not sure I’m liking this as much as the first part, but I am planning on writing another part and making this into a mini series. Please let me know if you guys would actually like a third part!! Thank you so much for all the notes left on the first part, it means a lot!!! Feedback is always welcome, and requests are open :)

~e

All My Love

MASTERLIST

A/N: I’m not happy with this, so I’m probably taking it down again but here goes a try. 

Word Count: 3,013

Originally posted by shxwnmendess


”Shawn? Shawn? Are you even listening to me at all?” I muttered, glancing over at Shawn in the passenger seat. 

I turned down John Mayer’s calming voice singing to us through the stereo in the jeep. My eyes fell on Shawn late enough for him to jerk up his head and quickly pop his eyes open. Confused and sleepy. For short moment probably wondering where on earth he was. 

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‘Just a friend’

I have a headcanon that Adrien’s teammates will adopt Marinette as their own and fully ship her with Adrien when they get together. Also that Marinette will bring pastries to the fencing practices and share them with the fencers.

So I wrote this. Kinda serious, kinda crack.


At the next fencing practice, Adrien noticed that his teammates were all looking at him quite…strangely. They all had these little, knowing smirks on their faces, prompting him to look back at them in confusion. Were they playing a prank on him or something? Even Kagami, their newest teammate, was grinning widely at him as if she knew something he did not.

If it was something fencing-related, that was probably true. She most likely did know about moves and tactics that he wasn’t yet aware of. But he had a feeling that whatever this was about, it wasn’t about fencing.

Since Mr. D’Argencourt wasn’t there to order them to practice, the fencers had a little free time on their hands. Free time that meant it was the perfect opportunity for Adrien to ask why they were all looking at him like that.

“So, who was that girl you were sparring with last time?” One of his fellow teammates, Rayan, asked with a particularly devious twinkle in his brown eyes. The others were all lined up beside him and leaning forward, still grinning and curious of the answer that would come out of Adrien’s mouth.

Adrien tilted his head, eyebrows lowered in puzzlement. “You mean Kagami?”

Kagami sighed and shook her head, but Rayan didn’t look nearly as disappointed. Instead, his grin turned wicked.

“No, I mean the other one. Before Kagami showed up.”

“Oh!” Adrien exclaimed upon recognition, eyes widening and a smile beginning to blossom on across his features. “That was my friend, Marinette.”

Kagami rolled her eyes, while everyone else’s mouths twisted into scowls, save for Rayan. He wasn’t at all deterred by Adrien’s answer.

“Your friend? Is she really just a friend? Come on, we all heard you say that she had to touch you.”

Adrien’s cheeks flushed about as red as Ladybug’s suit.

“Th-that’s because we were fencing!” he stuttered, something that his teammates noticed. Adrien Agreste never stuttered; he was always smooth and controlled with his words. “You have to touch each other in fencing, that’s how you get a point! She never fenced before, so I was trying to help her.”

“Of course you were. Is that why you walked right to her and not even look at the other newbies? You were staring at her the whole time,” Rayan pointed out with his smirk never faltering for a second. At this their teammates began to look hopeful and mischievous again.

Adrien frowned. He had a crush on Ladybug, not that he could tell anyone that without sounding like an average fanboy. Marinette was just a friend, that’s all. A very sweet, albeit clumsy, honest friend.

“I had my mask on, so you couldn’t see whether or not I was staring at her, which I wasn’t. And I chose to pair up with her because she’s my friend. I wouldn’t want her going up against someone she didn’t know, I wanted her to be comfortable.”

“Because you like her,” Rayan replied lightly, drawing out the ‘like’. “And what makes you think she wouldn’t have been comfortable with someone like me? I’m a charming person, don’t you think?”

Adrien’s eyes narrowed, not at all appreciating the implications of that statement.

“She came here to fence, not for you to flirt with her.”

“Or she came here because you fence and was hoping you would flirt with her.”

“Enough, already!” Adrien shouted, exasperated by this point. “Marinette is just a friend, that’s it. She’s nice, sweet, honest, and talented. I’m honored to be someone she can call a friend. And as her friend, I was trying to help her in a sport she was unfamiliar with. She’s just a friend.”

“Adrien, you can talk about your girlfriend later,” Mr. D’Argencourt snapped, coming up from behind his students. At once they straightened and turned, giving him their full attention. Adrien wanted to refute his claim, say that Marinette was just a friend and not his girlfriend, but he honestly didn’t think that Mr. D’Argencourt would care very much about the correction.

Their teacher didn’t let up on the stern frown he bore as he continued to address his students.

“I’m a little late so you just decide to idle and gossip? Get into position, now. Adrien, Kagami, I want you two especially to be paired up. Go!”

Kagami grinned as she walked by Adrien, teasingly tapping his sabre with her own as she went.

“You may be fooling yourself, Adrien, but you’re not fooling anyone else.”

Adrien pursed his lips. What did she know, she just got here, like, two days ago!

“Hey, you’re Marinette, right?”

Marinette turned away from her locker to see Kagami standing next to her. Instead of her typical fencing outfit, she wore a red sweater and black ankle pants, with red flats to complete the look. Honestly, with how similar they looked, Marinette wouldn’t be surprised if people thought Kagami was actually her own alter ego, Ladybug.

Although, that would give her greater protection for maintaining her secret identity.

She smiled, ready to open her mouth and offer a friendly confirmation that she was indeed Marinette and ask her how she was along with whether or not she was liking the school so far. Until she remembered how she very likely made the wrong call during Adrien and Kagami’s duel, which helped lead the new fencer into becoming akumatized.

She shrunk back with an apologetic grimace. “Listen, I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kagami replied nonchalantly, waving off the apology. She smiled. “It’s all in the past. Fencing is complicated to understand, and I know that was your first day trying it. Then there’s the fact that Adrien and I weren’t exactly making it easy for someone to see who touched who first.”

She chuckled upon remembering how they were practically fighting to kill. That was one of the reasons she liked sparring with Adrien best, he actually gave her a challenge. Marinette in the meantime exhaled with relief, thankful that Kagami didn’t blame her for what happened that day. Maybe she could take a lesson or two from Lila.

Speaking of which, wasn’t she a new student, too? Where did she go?

“Anyway,” Kagami spoke, getting back on track. Her smile shifted into a sly grin, something that Marinette was immediately wary of. “We have fencing practice today, and by ‘we’ I mean every single fencer here, which includes Adrien, and I mean Adrien Agreste, by the way.” She shrugged. “Just saying. I was wondering if you’d like to come and watch? Did I mention that Adrien will be there, Adrien Agreste? He’ll be there. At the same time you are. Just saying.”

Marinette blinked, unsure of what to say or even think in response to that. Did Kagami know of her crush on Adrien? But they just met! How could she pick up on that so quickly?

But she did just invite her to watch a fencing practice, that Adrien would be a part of! If he was suspicious of her just showing up randomly, she could say that Kagami invited her. He wouldn’t be creeped out if she had a valid excuse for being there. This was her chance!

“I’d love to!” she replied with a large smile, trying her best to rein in her happy squeals. It wasn’t easy. “Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re welcome.” Kagami grinned and bowed her head before she walked away, down the hall and around the corner where she exchanged a high five with Alya.

The sole Ladyblogger wrapped an arm conspiratorially around the new girl’s shoulders.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of starting a club…”

“Thanks for inviting me again, Kagami,” Marinette said as the girls walked to the school courtyard, where practice would be held in about 15 minutes.

“You’re very welcome, Marinette,” Kagami replied with a smile that slowly morphed into her own secretive grin. She couldn’t wait for practice to start.

When they entered the courtyard they saw the other fencers chatting, testing out their equipment, or stretching. Kagami sneaked a peek out of the corner of her eye to see Marinette curiously studying each and every fencer, as though looking for someone specifically.

She bit back a smirk and motioned with her head in front of them.

“You can stay with me until practice starts. Let’s go in.”

As they walked, Kagami didn’t miss the way how Marinette’s eyes trailed after all the fencers, apparently still trying to find the one she was really here to see.

Rayan paused in bending his sabre, taking notice of Kagami and Marinette walking in his direction. His face lit up as he shouted his teammate’s name along with Marinette’s, being sure to be loud enough so that everyone in the courtyard would hear perfectly clearly.

Including one blond fencer, who lifted up his mask to see what was going on.

Rayan ran up to Marinette, placed his sabre across his chest and bowed like a gentleman. A corner of his mouth lifted in a sultry grin, as he tried his best to maintain the picture of seduction. It was kind of hard to when, in reality, he wanted Marinette to be with Adrien, not him.

But by pretending he was interested in her, maybe it would be enough of a push for Adrien to make a move.

“I’m Rayan, the one who you talked to during Adrien and Kagami’s duel? I’m glad we can meet face to face, you’re even more beautiful without my mask on.”

Kagami internally cringed at the poor flirtation skills this boy had. She hoped Marinette would be able to take it more seriously.

Marinette blinked, stunned for a moment because she was sure this ‘Rayan’ guy was flirting with her. She didn’t know what to do. This wasn’t Chat Noir, who she could teasingly push back by the nose and tell him to focus on patrol or the akuma.

So she settled by giving a small smile and shaking his gloved hand. “I’m Marinette. Thanks for talking to me back then.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” he answered smoothly before bending down to give her hand a chaste kiss.

Adrien pulled his mask down with a disgusted scoff.

Kagami was happy to report to Rayan that Adrien fought with an unusual aggressiveness that day. Although Rayan didn’t need it, as he got to experience it himself when Adrien innocently and otherwise nicely asked to spar with him next.

Adrien proceeded to win each and every one of their matches without breaking a sweat, attacking quickly and efficiently while barely giving Rayan enough time to parry.

Leaving Marinette a blushing and swooning mess on the bench.

They didn’t account for Luka joining their school. They also didn’t think that he would take an interest in Marinette, either.

“We must dispose of him,” Kagami murmured lowly, her fingers twitching for her sabre.

Alya shook her head. “We can’t, he’s Juleka’s brother. She’s our friend, we couldn’t do that to her.”

Kagami groaned in irritation. “Fine. But we have to do something.”

Turned out they didn’t need to do anything at all. Strangely, Adrien acted even more like a gentleman that day and during the next few weeks. He sometimes carried Marinette’s books, opened doors for her to let her pass through first, took extra time out of his day to seek her out and talk to her, and once Alya and Kagami saw him grin and tenderly kiss her fingers. Before pulling back and chuckling as though it was merely friendly teasing, of course.

Alya and Kagami weren’t fooled. Marinette tried to laugh along with him, it was too bad it came out shaky due to how much she needed to hyperventilate in her excitement.

Luka was simply considered another boy who happened to attend their school by the following day.

One day, it finally happened. No one knew how, or why, but to be honest those were just minor details at this point.

Adrien and Marinette were together. As in, in a relationship, together.

Word spread throughout the entire school, including the fencing team. And they let Adrien know that they knew that day at practice.

“So, is she still ‘just a friend’?” Rayan grinned broadly as he thrust his sabre toward Adrien’s chest. The latter smoothly parried and completed the riposte, successfully touching his opponent’s shoulder.

Adrien lifted up his mask with a smirk, bending the blade of his sabre as he answered.

“She’s my best friend, who also happens to be my girlfriend, now.”

“So how did it happen?” Rayan asked, hungry for details. Partly because he wanted to know, and partly because Kagami threatened to stab him if he didn’t return with answers. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was serious or not.

“We stood on top of the Eiffel Tower and proclaimed our love for each other,” Adrien replied, already predicting Rayan’s reaction, which didn’t disappoint.

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Agreste, tell me the truth.”

“I am,” Adrien countered with a grin. He pulled his mask down and got back into position. “En garde!”

Rayan sighed, hoping that Kagami wouldn’t stab him anywhere that could kill him.

Marinette went to at least one fencing practice a week. The fencing boys adored her, and began to think of her as their little sister. Honestly, Kagami wasn’t sure who loved Marinette more: Adrien or her other teammates.

Most of the time Adrien wouldn’t even get the chance to personally greet Marinette first. She would walk in with a box of pastries, smile widely with a light blush dusting her cheeks as she waved to Adrien. In turn, he would return the smile and wave back. But before he could take a single step forward in her direction, one of his teammates would scream, “MARINETTE!” Which would then incite a small stampede of fencers straight for his girlfriend, sometimes even bumping Adrien out of the way as they ran.

Kagami would giggle and offer Adrien her hand if he happened to get knocked over in the stampede. He would then thank her and walk over to give his girlfriend a proper greeting, most oftentimes resulting in a kiss on the lips. His teammates would holler in joy every time, they’ve been waiting a long time for these moments, dammit, and they were going to fully appreciate them.

They knew that Marinette wasn’t ‘just a friend’.

Secrets

Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”

“Peter?”

Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

They’re so cute when they’re asleep

Request:Can you do Drabble 6 & 14 combined like maybe in the avengers tower 😉😉 

Okay I know I’m requesting imagines like crazy, but could I request 11, 12, and 14 with Peter Parker? Something where the Avengers tease the reader and Peter (but especially the reader) because they have crushes on each other? Thank you so, so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

A/N: Okay so this is me attempting to use the prompts “I need a place to stay”, “they’re so cute when they’re alseep,” , “ this is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in,” , “ the way you flirt is shameful,” , “ it’s just rain you aren’t gonna melt,”………. lets see how this goes

TAGS: @agentmalfoy24601 @teddysiupin @palebun-16 @whovian1077  @philipshaaayyyy  @smazztastic  @undoroos @justsomeweirdfan  @annymcervantes @julietheree

“Mr Stark, I-I was wondering if you could help me with something,”

“Is it your Spanish homework? ‘cause you’d have better luck talking to a wall than asking me for help,”

“No no, it’s not that, I asked this girl out on a date and-”

Tony dropped everything, and finally looked at Peter fully attentive, and interrupted his spiel, “Please tell me it was y/n you asked,” he appealed. Peter scrunched his eyebrows, confused at how Mr. Stark easily guessed who. He stuttered over his words, unable to reply, “Friday, tell Nat that she owes me $10″

Peter’s confusion morphed into shock, “Were you guys betting on us?” he asked in disbelief, as the computer system replied to his request,

“I was, Natasha not so much,” Tony answered nonchalantly, “she figured you’d never work up the courage. As per-usual, I was right,”

Peter was at a loss for words. Although, he did feel a little sense of reassurance that Mr. Stark had some faith in him, 

“Anyways, continue,” Tony pushed,

“Okay, so, I’m taking her out tonight, and I’m really nervous-”

“Predictable,”

“and I just don’t want to mess this up, so I was hoping you’d be willing to help me out by kind of being my, wing-man,”

“your wing-man?”

“Yeah,”

There was a pause between the two, as Tony blinked at the young boy,

“That was a little on the vague side, so right now my answer is no, I’m not chaperoning two school kids’ date,” He said turning away from Peter, and returning to his work,

“Where is it you’re taking her?” Peter heard a feminine voice ask behind him. He jumped slightly and looked to find Natasha strutting her way towards the two. He hesitated before answering her, “I don’t know, I was thinking, dinner then a movie?” he said, more as a question than a statement.

“Boring!” Tony exclaimed, not bothering to face them. 

Peter sighed and slouched, “Well y/n’s never been on a date before. If you do it right, then it’d be the perfect night,” Nat pointed out,

“Exactly, so I was hoping that, if I wore an earpiece, then Mr. Stark could kind of coach me through it,” Peter suggested warily.

Nat shook her head, “You want Tony Stark as you’re wing-man?” she asked pointing to the man. Peter nodded his head, “This is, by far, the stupidest plan you’ve ever had,” she deadpanned.

Tony swirled around in his chair, with a mischievous smirk, “And with me, being an intellectual, of course I’m in,”


You couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Some of it was happiness that Peter Parker has finally asked you out, which was followed by nervousness because of the fact that you’d be going on a date with him. A part of you felt sick, and horrible because the possibility of this date ending terribly and therefore ruining a perfectly good friendship was looming above you.

You and Peter had been friends for years, having gone to the same school together and sharing some of the same assignments that Tony gives you. You were always called in on the less extreme tasks,due to having no superpowers but mad combat skills. 

You huffed yet again as you stood in front of your mirror, and smoothed down your outfit. Screw it, you thought, and waited out in your living room for Peter.

Peter took deep breathes as he approached your door. A sweat began to break out on his forehead, “Have you reached the door yet?” Tony asked in his ear. Peter sighed, this was the fourth time he’s asked, “Yes,” Peter snapped in a hushed tone,

“About time. Now knock,”

“I figured that much out for myself actually,”

“Don’t get snippy with me, you asked for my help,”

“I’m beginning to regret it,” Peter groaned, before knocking on your door.

Your head shot to the direction of the door, before getting up and slowly opening it. 

Peter stood with a wide smile, cherry red cheeks and a bunched bouquet of pink roses. Your cheeks flushed to match his, as you gasped, “Peter,” you drew out. This made his smile beam a little more. You smiled along with him and giggled from his kind gesture, “Come in,” you welcomed him, opening your door wider.

You turned away, and buried your nose in the flower pedals.

“Did she like the flowers?” Tony asked Peter,

“I-I think,” Peter quickly whispered under his breath, making sure you wouldn’t notice. 

You place the bouquet in a vase and made your way back to Peter, “Ready to go?” he smiled at you. 

“Tell her she looks nice,” Peter’s wing-man pestered,

“You-” he began, but was cut of,

“Unless she doesn’t, then scratch that. Wait maybe you should tell her anyway,”

Looking at Peter confusingly, you cocked an eyebrow. He gave you a reassuring smile, and placed a hand on your lower back, “You look good tonight,” he complimented, “you always look good,” he emphasized more for Tony to take a hint,

“smooth, spidey,” you commented, letting him lead you out of your place,

“That compliment was more for me. I’m taking it.”


It felt unusual, to be on a date with Peter Parker. A date that didn’t involve studying with an old friend, but more so, a night with a different unusual feeling between you two with formal clothes and flattery.

Your heart pounded a little harder and breath hitched when Peter showed off his goofy smile. You weren’t sure if you had ever felt that way before, but it doesn’t matter, because you’re feeling it now with Peter. 

You had finished eating and were now relaxing at the table. 

“Have I already told you how amazing you look tonight?” Peter asked you, eyes glazed over in a daze,

“This is the third time probably,” you answered with a sweet smile and rosey cheeks, 

The way you flirt is shameful. She’s already sick of it,” Peter heard Tony.

He pursed his lips, “Who taught you? You’re just repeating the same things. Was it May?” 

“Oh wow look at it pour outside,” Peter spoke distracting himself from Tony,

“Nice try, I’m still here,”

“Do you want to wait in here till it stops?” Peter offered you,

“It’s just rain, you aren’t going to melt,” 

“Tony!” 

Swinging your head around from the window to Peter, you repeated, “Tony?”

Peter’s mouth bobbed, his eyes grew to saucers. You gave him a side glance, “Is he here?” you pondered suspiciously.

“um-uh-n-no”

“Think of something quick, underoos,”

“I just- uh- just remembered that Tony, offered for us to watch a movie at the tower…..tonight,” Peter squeaked 

“No I didn’t,”

“He did?”

“Y-yeah, he figured that that would be better than us spending money at the theater, or just me spending money, and you fighting me to pay your way in,” Peter explained uncomfortably, unsure if what he said came out right.

“That’s a little uncharacteristic of him,” you pointed out, 

He searched and searched his brain to quickly produce a reasonable explanation for “Tony’s proposal”. An unusually sly smirk skipped across Peter’s lips as he thought back to how outraged he felt when discovering that the two Avengers betting on and against him and his crush,

 “Yeah well, he owes us one,”

“Be ready for ridicule,”


                                       TO BE CONTINUED

I'm probably looking WAY too into this...

…but today’s video, “ANTINATOR | Akinator #8” just did not sit well with me, and I’ll tell you why. Keep in mind, this is just a theory! Just a good ol’ fun and harmless theory, so relax!

I keep rewatching the video and I can’t get over some of the answers Jack gives, let alone how he answers. Going with the theory that Anti has been around since Halloween, then that means we’re probably not watching Jack, we’re watching Anti. And if we’re watching Anti, then to me, it makes a lot of sense why his behavior seemed suspicious and odd.

For more than half the video, Jack was freely talking about Anti, and when it came to the question about whether or not his character was a part of a comedic duo, Jack went on to joke about the idea of him and Anti being like the Odd Couple. While that is an admittedly a very amusing idea, I couldn’t help but think about the theory of us watching Anti. This only then made me wonder if maybe Anti was taking a jab at us for turning him into a joke by pretending to be Jack poking fun at him. But this wasn’t the only thing that didn’t sit right with me.

There was the answer to “does your character have fingers?”, which was accompanied with a signature demonic laugh that we all know belongs to our glitch son (which immediately sent chills up my spine). But the thing that unnerved me the most - the thing I can NOT get over no matter how many times I think about it - is this:

When it came to the question of “is your character real?”. I keep replaying that part over and over again to watch Jack’s facial expression, and it’s not sitting well with me. After reading the question, he takes a moment to think over his answer - he actually HESITATES to give a reply (he even glances up off into the distance to think it over).

He then turns to the camera and says “No”. But what I noticed after watching it a second and third time is if you look closely, right as he says his answer, the corner of his lips tug up into a very petite smirk for a fleeting second. Blink and you’ll miss it. It’s like he KNOWS he’s not telling the truth - he KNOWS he’s lying through his teeth.

He then pauses and takes a VERY brief side glance, like he’s contemplating whether that was the right answer or not.

And almost immediately, he decides to go and say “Technically - Technically, no”. He STUTTERS over his words when giving the final answer. And what the hell does he mean by “technically”?! It was a yes or no question, Jack, and you decided to go with “technically no”?

So what I’ve got from this is that if we’re going with the idea that Anti’s been in control, then we’ve been watching him. And at that specific part of the video, the entire thing just does NOT seem right. He hesitated to give an answer - TWICE, he smirked for a second while looking directly at the camera when giving the first “No”, and he stuttered when he changed his answer to “Technically no”. I felt like Anti was playing with us - like he knew he was lying through his teeth, but he wanted to mess with us.

I know, I know, I’m probably looking WAY into this, but again, it’s just a fun little theory that immediately came to mind when I was watching the video. And honestly, if Anti has been in control all this time and that’s who we’ve been watching, we are all SO very much dead. He was pretty much mocking us about how we’ve made him into a joke, and let’s face facts, I’m sure all of us got a chuckle out of the idea of Jack and Anti as a comedy duo. It’s only proving to him how we do think of him as a joke, and it’s going to bite us in the ass.

Tomorrow’s October 1st and I don’t know about any of you guys, but I can already feel the overwhelming dread and anxiety creeping up on me.

We.

Are.

All.

FUCKED.

@yourestillnotmytype-58, @septic-obsessed, @golden-eyed-guardians, @no-strings-puppet, @fear-is-nameless

Late Night Call

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Request: Can you do one with Shawn being upset while touring? xx

Word Count: 1,375

Late night call

You were brutally pulled away from your – otherwise – rather heavy sleeping when an annoying buzzing sounded from the bedside table. You pushed up your heavy, sleepy body with your elbows, looking around the dark room.

You rubbed your sore eyes quickly, before gazing over at the clock. 4:23 AM.

Who on earth calls at this time of the freaking hour?

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chemistry of an alpha - Derek Hale one shot *smut*

Originally posted by teamsciles

Summary: You didn’t avoid Derek Hale because you wanted to. But what else can you do when you’re falling for your Alpha? 

Pairing: Derek Hale x reader

Rating: Mature for heavy swearing, graphic sexual content 


“Ahem.”

You looked up from your Chemistry homework as you heard a cough behind you. Derek Hale was leaning against your doorway with his head cocked to the side, staring at you thoughtfully. You rolled your eyes and resumed your schoolwork, already knowing why he was here. 

“Go away,” you mumbled. 

“No, I’m good right here,” he announced. You ignored him.

A few beats of silence passed.

“[y/n],” he pressed. You gave him nothing, absentmindedly scanning your notes.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being jerked backwards and around, coming face to face with your intruder.

“What the hell?” you rebuked.

“That’s better,” Derek chimed. “Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you deadpanned, somewhat surprised you could still deflect his questions, given his persistence. Then again, you were always good at avoiding things, a skill useful for dodging the rest of the pack’s investigation. You didn’t back down when Scott offered to give you a ride home just as an excuse to prod you, when Isaac cornered you at your locker with his sad puppy eyes, or even when Allison tried to literally hug information out of you. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared stonily at Derek, unimpressed by his interrogation tactics.

You couldn’t even process the next few seconds as he swiftly grabbed the arm of your swivel chair and abruptly pulled you towards him, backtracking to your bed. He sat down so you were eye-level. 

Your eyebrows nearly disappeared into your hairline.  

“Let’s try that again,” Derek enunciated slowly. You crinkled your nose at him because what the fuck is his problem?

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” Derek scoffed. “Even without the pack telling me you’ve been weird and distant lately, it’s obvious you’re not yourself.” 

You cursed inwardly. The pack had ratted you out. You shouldn’t be surprised since everyone basically flocked to Mommy Derek at the first sign of trouble. They were cute that way. 

“Still,” you huffed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat under Derek’s scrutiny. “You didn’t have to manhandle me–”

“Just tell me what’s up,” Derek continued nonchalantly, glossing over your complaint. “Your heart’s beating really fast and you’ve reeked of anxiety for days. If there’s a problem, you’re supposed to tell me. I’m your Alpha.” 

Goosebumps rose along your spine at his words. I’m your Alpha. The phrase echoed in your mind. It manifested in images of Derek whispering it in your ear while he fingered you from behind, rasping it out while he held your head down to fuck your mouth. You closed your eyes, frustrated by how much Derek’s authority affected you. Fucking Alpha. 

“Excuse me?” 

Your eyes shot open. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

“No! I–that wasn’t, um…” you stuttered, fumbling for ways to reverse this conversation, reverse time itself. But there was nothing you could do. Your mind went blank, not granting your mouth any usable intelligence. You felt pressure in your brain, like a blood clot that would explode if you didn’t say something soon. 

In a surge of word vomit, you hurriedly blurted out, “IthinkI’minlovewithyou.” 

And that’s when things came to a screeching halt. So much for deflection. Smooth move, genius. 

Derek looked baffled as his shoulders elevated in tension, eyes the size of saucers. 

“You’re… what?” Derek brows furrowed, seemingly searching your face for any cues that you were joking or high. 

If only. Fuck it, nothing you say at this point could make this any worse. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” you enunciated carefully. “Or–it could be something else. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before and it’s really freaking me out. I didn’t know what to do, so I just avoided you. And the pack. And just all of it, in general,” you rambled, wringing your hands together. 

In response, Derek’s mouth parted slightly, his two front teeth peeking out like he was about to say something, but retreated again.

And then emerged the quintessential Derek frown. He was so adorable when he was mad, even when you were the reason.  

“Look, [y/n],” Derek coughed, continuing sternly. “You don’t have to… explain. It’s okay to be confused. I’m not–I’m not mad at you.”

It was comforting that he was also stuttering over his words. Meanwhile, you tried not to swoon at how young and boyish he sounded when he was frazzled. But why wasn’t he more freaked out. He should’ve at least been a little angry. It usually took less than this to set him off. 

“You should be mad!” you assured. “Get mad. I totally deserve it. For avoiding you, then lying about it. And for… being in love with you? Because I know what you’re thinking, these teenagers and their hormones,” you said gruffly, wincing as you accidentally did a poor impression of Derek. He raised his palm up incredulously, communicating that yes, you should indeed be embarrassed.

This was getting out of hand. You were all over the place and the more you tried to clarify, the more agitated Derek seemed to become. 

“This is ridiculous. I don’t know what I’m saying. I’m too young for you and I need to stop kidding myself. I know that… I know,” your voice strained. You weren’t sure what burned more, your cheeks or the stinging behind your eyes. 

The truth is, you did have feelings for Derek. And it was rather terrifying. 

Because it would be obvious to anyone that Derek Hale was the perfect human specimen, with his tall, burly frame and Greek God jawline, armored in leather jackets and boots. That was your first impression when you met him. You, on the other hand, must have looked disastrous.

Before the pack and Derek, you were in a foster care system that left you abused and broken. When you decided to run away, you had no prospects or money. It was Derek that had found you, lost and dying in the woods. All you saw were sharp teeth and red eyes before you blacked out. 

When you’d woken up, you were warm and safe. He had given you the bite, but also so much more. He had taken you under his wing and polished you off, given you guidance and shelter. It took a while to trust him, but when you did, he promised to turn you from a scared runaway into a warrior. And he delivered. 

He introduced you to the pack, the family you never had. He taught you how to defend yourself, showing you strength you only dreamed about. But he also told you to use the bite to help other people, that power didn’t have to be destructive.

When you were human, you cowered away from people, fading into the background. You couldn’t trust anyone, couldn’t even trust yourself. But with Derek’s help, you learned to fight, speak your mind, and trust your instincts.

And therein lies the problem. Every time you were around Derek, every instinct in your body told you to jump his bones. You physically ached for him, your body buzzing with anxiety whenever you tried to stifle your need. 

It wasn’t even just the physical stuff. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek had a heart of gold. You’d seen enough cruelty to know that Derek was the opposite. He was the most generous person you’d ever known, sharing his home with a bunch of misfit teenagers, nursing lost puppies back to health. 

Even though Derek had rescued you, he’d never indicated that he was remotely attracted to you. He just regarded you as another annoying Beta through lectures and demands. Every once in a while, if you reached a new milestone, socially or physically, he would pull you into an awkward hug or stiffly pat your head while you tried to cough away your laughter.

It was obvious he would never return your feelings, so you spent an embarrassingly large portion of day figuring out ways to avoid Derek, which led to avoiding the pack because they were always together. But attendance was required at pack meetings, so you sat as far away from everyone as possible and looked down the whole time, only speaking when directly addressed. 

Everyone was bound to notice your strange behavior eventually. You just didn’t expect Derek to confront you about it directly, assuming he wasn’t into pack drama. 

Once again, you’d underestimated his capacity to care. 

And judging from the way he was clenching his fists and gazing a hole into his jeans, apparently he’d underestimated your capacity to complicate his life. 

The last thing you wanted to was to make things harder for Derek, but this confrontation resulted in exactly that.

“Look, let’s just pretend this didn’t happen, alright? Everyone has psychotic episodes sometimes,” you laughed nervously. “I won’t avoid you anymore–unless you want me too. I’ll leave you alone. Or, should I move out? Yeah, I’m going to move out. I’ll just go now, sorry.” 

Without even looking at Derek, you rushed to your door, wiping the dew that had gathered at the corner of your eyes. You reached for your doorknob, but staggered backwards as you felt a hand close over your wrist. You yelped and closed your eyes as you gracelessly collided into something solid.

Your arms tucked into your chest, instinctively protecting you from the impact. You opened your eyes when you felt a breath fan over your forehead, and realized that Derek had you cradled against his chest with an arm locked around your back.  

“Derek, what–” 

“You’re not going anywhere,” he grunted as he slammed his lips to yours. 

Your went catatonic with shock, body rigid in Derek’s arms. 

You were in Derek’s arms. Derek Hale’s arms in that blue Henley shirt that felt so soft and warm against you and his mouth, full and moist, pressing against yours–

You were broken out of your trance when you felt Derek’s wet tongue graze your chapped bottom lip. Oh. 

You unfolded your arms and threw them around his neck, lunging forward to finally comply with his movements. Your tongue snaked out to meet his, eagerly applying pressure and then retreating again, battling then teasing. Derek signaled that your efforts were fruitful as he growled into the your mouth, the sound traveling from the back of his throat to your core. 

It was all dueling tongues and gnashing teeth. Of course this is how Derek would kiss, intense and ardent, almost clinical in the way he switched between squeezing your hip and biting your lip. 

And then oxygen was becoming an issue. Your body felt warm, too warm. Too much was happening too fast. You placed your palms against Derek’s chest, using all your strength to shove him away. 

He faltered backwards, a look of astonishment twisting his features. 

“What the hell?” he asked. He glared at you, but you could only focus on his chest as it heaved up and down, trying to calm your own breathing. 

“Are we doing this?” you asked, voice wavering with emotion. “Because you’re still my Alpha. And I’m still a teenager.”

“You’re 18,” Derek deadpanned.

“I’m still in high school!” Derek’s gaze softened as you raised your voice. 

You just couldn’t just rush into this. This was too important. You needed to know Derek’s intentions, because you didn’t just want a hurried groping session, a one night stand. You wanted all of it, all of him. Anything less would just cheapen your feelings. 

For once, you actually believed that you deserved better than a guy just using you and throwing you away. And this is what Derek taught you, to stand up for yourself. It’s not that you believed Derek would take advantage of you; you just needed some confirmation that this was real. 

“I know that,” Derek approached you again. You promptly straightened out your back, trying to hold your ground. 

But your voice betrayed you, folding under the weight of your next question, “Then, why did you kiss me?” 

“Because I don’t care anymore. I can’t keep pretending there’s nothing here,” he confessed, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, delicately caressing your forehead in his path. You leaned into his palm. 

“Oh… wait, then, what are you saying?”

Derek exhaled.

“I mean… I don’t know. It wasn’t always like this. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I always knew you were strong, I knew it the moment I found you. Then one day, something changed. You changed. You weren’t that same girl anymore. All of a sudden, you became this intelligent, self-possessed, beautiful young woman. And I couldn’t just keep patting your head and pretending things were still normal between us.”

You bit your lip and looked down. 

“So, it’s not just me, then? You felt it too?” you asked shyly, too afraid to look at him. 

Derek nudged your chin upwards with his knuckle, using his thumb to stroke your jaw. 

“Definitely.” He granted you a small smirk, his eyes twinkling. 

That was all the confirmation you needed as you charged forward to press your lips against his and snaked your arms around his waist, pulling him flush against you. Derek responded immediately by fisting your hair and cupping your jaw, enveloping you into his warm embrace. 

You felt around for the hem of his shirt, lifting the edge of the material. Derek pulled away as you raised it over his head and threw it aside. You panted while you took him in, admiring the smattering of dark chest hair that decorated the hard planes of his chest. The rest of him was smooth, aside from a treasure trail that disappeared behind his jeans.

In a surge of confidence, you decided you wanted him to see you too. You stepped back and lifted your tank top over your head, leaving you only in a red bra. 

You heard Derek inhale a sharp breath. You were slightly disappointed when he maintained eye contact with you, the veins in his neck straining against his skin, like he was still trying to be respectful. 

You walked towards him and grabbed his wrist, guiding his palm between the valley of your breasts. You eyelids fluttered shut as Derek’s hand slowly drifted down your torso, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin just below your belly button. 

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted airily. “I finally have you.” 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Derek’s said, voice gruff with earnestness. No one had every spoken to you this way. 

You felt your chest flush as you scoffed, whispering, “Not as beautiful as you.” 

When you opened your eyes, Derek was looking at you somberly. He reached forward and brushed your hair away from your face and kissed you tenderly, much softer than before. You were pliant against him, curving and arching into him every time he moved. Your hands found his hips, squeezing the defined flesh before you started to unbuckle his belt. 

You palmed Derek over his boxers, his hips bucking involuntarily into your hand as he groaned into your mouth. Pulling away, you trailed your mouth over his jaw and neck, sponging open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen until you were on your knees, eye-level with his erection. 

“[y/n], you don’t have to,” Derek protested. He palmed your jaw upwards to look at you. You grinned up at him. 

“I know,” you said, slowly stroking him. “I’ve just always wanted to know what it’s like to suck off Derek Hale.” 

You gave no warning before you took the head of his shaft fully into your mouth. You watched Derek throw his head back and hiss. 

“Fuck, [y/n],” Derek cursed. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair. 

Any sort of encouragement was highly appreciated at this point, because even looking at Derek’s cock was intimidating. You weren’t exactly surprised by his considerable size, especially since his bulge always gave him away. But nothing you’d imagined could’ve prepared you for the real thing.

Noticing the prominent vein underneath his shaft, you lifted his cock vertically. You satisfied your urge to kiss him along the feature, trailing your mouth up to his tip. 

“What are you doing? Are you… fuck, that’s so hot,” Derek complimented, his tone gravelly. You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re too pretty not to kiss,” you teased, but it was completely true. You licked a stripe up his shaft. Taking a deep breath, you stretched your mouth open as far as you could, taking in all of him. Or really, as much as possible, which was about half. You pumped the remaining portion, palm twisting up and down. 

“Oh my god, [y/n], where the fuck did you learn to do that?” 

You giggled. “What, this?” 

Gripping Derek’s thighs to anchor you forward, you bobbed your head back and forth, sucking him off while you continued to stroke him.

Derek’s responded with a fist tangling in your hair, guiding your head against him. 

It was turning you on so much that you were affecting Derek that you slipped a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear.

You reminded yourself to breathe through your nose while Derek filled you. Derek Hale was inside of you and nothing else could ever be this important. 

You couldn’t help but moan against Derek’s cock as you pleasured yourself, using your other hand to fondle his balls. Profanities tumbled incoherently from his lips as your moans vibrated against him.

You stopped suddenly when you felt him tug your hair backwards. Derek fell out of your mouth with a little pop! as you pulled away. Derek grasped your shoulders and pulled you up to stand. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m not gonna be able to hold back,” Derek warned, pressing his forehead against yours. He affectionately stroked your cheek with him thumb. 

You felt giddy, beaming with delight and a twinge of pride. 

“Who says I want you to hold back?” 

You could’ve sworn you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. 

“Trust me, sweetheart. I could make you regret those words.” Derek’s voice was rough and scratchy, the tone sending shivers up your spine. 

“You sure about that? Let’s find out,” you challenged, the thought of Derek dominating you jolting your senses. 

Derek softly chuckled. “Let’s save that for next time.” 

Next time. Derek wanted a next time. 

“Right now, I want you to undress.” 

Your mouth went dry at his command. There was that authority you loved so much. 

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband, you bent over and slid the material down your legs, stepping out of them. You were now clad only in a pair of black panties and a red bra. You passively regretted your choice to forego matching underwear. 

But Derek didn’t seem to mind as he blatantly stared at your legs, giving you a once over. He walked towards you, staring directly into your eyes. 

You whimpered when Derek’s thumb pressed to your bottom lip, folding the flesh under, the gesture prompting you to part your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He leaned forward to kiss you, slowly and softly. This was a sharp contrast to the way he suddenly swooped down, still attached to your mouth. You yelped at his sudden movements, arms wrapping intuitively around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up into his arms. 

He held you to him as he started walking, an arm locked around your waist, the other grasping your neck to keep you in place. You were ridiculously turned on that he could carry you so effortlessly. 

Derek descended and you felt your knees touch the mattress. He sat down with you in his lap. You continued exploring his mouth, your hands trailing his back. You scorched his shoulder blades with scratches you knew would heal seconds later. 

Your actions elicited a grunt from Derek, who was also engrossed with your back. You felt the rough pads of his calloused fingertips knead forcefully, his aggression causing you to arch away in bliss. With a tweak of his fingers, you felt him undo your bra. 

You broke away, observing Derek while you nervously slid your bra straps down your arms, your hands shaking. Derek’s tongue flicked out against his lips as he admired you, his immediate reaction easing your worries. He wasted no time, littering kisses down your chest, palming your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart,” Derek rasped as he nuzzled your neck. You felt over-stimulated with Derek rubbing you and kissing you simultaneously. Needing to relieve tension, you involuntarily started grinding on Derek’s lap, pressing your panty-covered sex over Derek’s thick erection. 

You moved together, Derek guiding you back and forth with his hands on your ass and lips on your collarbone. You clung to his broad shoulders for support. 

When Derek suddenly bit down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, you gasped in pain and surprise. You were already healing. The gesture actually felt intimate and romantic instead of violent, a throwback to the first bite Derek ever gave you. Even now, when you were tangled in his limbs, he seemed afraid that you would slip away. 

“Mine,” he whispered into your neck.

He was trying to mark you. 

“All yours, always been,” you promised. 

You burrowed your face into his neck, returning his affection by lapping at his skin, not feeling brave enough to bite your Alpha. 

“Please, Derek,” you pleaded, trying to communicate your desire. 

“Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t worry, I got you.” 

Giving your ass one final squeeze, he slid his fingers into your underwear, spreading your wetness along your slit. In response, you dug your fingernails into his shoulders as you desperately rode his hand, your desire becoming frantic. 

Suddenly, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but then cried out when Derek slipped your panties to the side and entered you in one swift motion. 

“Fuck!” you exclaimed as Derek filled you to the hilt. After letting you adjust, he moved slowly, holding onto your hips as he glided in and out. You felt his cock stretch your walls, clenching your thighs every time his tip grazed your g-spot. Derek was everywhere, around you and inside you. 

His hands were restless, alternating between gripping your hips and tugging at your hair. His teeth grazing against your nipple left you a squirming mess above him. You cradled his face and leaned forward to kiss him. Arching your back, you gave your hips leeway to meet Derek’s movements. 

“That’s it, baby. Ride me,” Derek urged.     

His command rang in your ears. It thrilled you that Derek was giving you control.

You braced some of your weight on your knees, ascending from Derek’s lap. Using his shoulder’s for leverage, you raised yourself just until you reached his tip, then slammed your hips back down. You picked up your pace, trying to match Derek’s earlier momentum.

“Is this how you want me?”

Derek growled his approval.

His encouragement made you feel sexy and wanted even in your fervid state. You could hear the distinct slap of your ass against Derek’s thighs reverberate through the expanse of your bedroom. The assault from Derek’s mouth left your chest decorated with red bruises. Your breasts bounced in rhythm with your exertions.

One of Derek’s hands gripped the flesh of your ass. The other reached behind you to clamp down on your shoulder, helping you descend down his enlarged shaft.

“Are you close to coming?” he asked. He reasoned with you so calmly that you were actually embarrassed by just how close you were. You felt a knot tighten just below your stomach and you knew you would burst soon.

You couldn’t even formulate an coherent response, resorting to just emphatically nodding your head.

He relinquished his hold, reaching down to rub your clit. His rough fingertips fervently moved against your sensitive nub, the stimulation breaking your rhythm. Derek took over again as he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold up your thrashing form as he pounded into you.

“Derek… Derek!”

You cried out as your walls contracted, your eyes screwing shut as you reached your orgasm. A few erratic pumps later, Derek was joining you at your peak. You climaxed together, him groaning into your chest while you hung on to his shoulders. 

Your body shook as you came down from your high, your head hung low on Derek’s shoulder. Your body felt so numb, you couldn’t even figure out where you ended and he began. Your sweat, breath, even skin seemed to melt together. Derek rocked you back and forth in his lap, combing his fingers through your hair and cooing mantras of “shhh” and “I’m here, baby” into your ear.

Derek did what he always does–he took care of you.

“So,” you mumbled, finally breaking the silence. “That just happened.”

Derek snorted. 

“Hey, [y/n]?” 

“Hmm?” 

You sat up to look at Derek. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” 

You merely blinked at Derek’s admission, completely caught off guard. Were you still delirious from your orgasm or did Derek Hale just say he loves you? 

What?” 

“You heard me,” Derek quipped, avoiding your gaze, opting instead to fiddle with a strand of your hair.

“But… you know you don’t have to say that, right?” you nudged his face to look at you. “I know we just had sex, but I didn’t put out to force you into saying ‘I love you’ back. Like I said, I don’t even know for sure if I love you–”

“That’s fine,” Derek interrupted you, cracking a smile. “Really, it’s okay. I still love you. And you can say it back when you’re ready. I can wait for that.”

“Really?” you asked shyly. 

“Of course,” he rolled your eyes, his attitude evoking a giggle from you. 

“Aww, what a sweet Alpha,” you playfully taunted as you ruffled his hair. 

Derek immediately stiffened, his hand lashing to grab your wrist mid-ruffle. 

“You know what? I take it back,” Derek heckled, smirking. “I don’t love you.” 

Your jaw dropped at his quip. You were sitting in Derek Hale’s lap, naked, while he made flirty banter. You faced murderous supernatural creatures on a daily basis and this was the most bizarre moment of your life.    

“Is that so?” You squinted your eyes at him. “Well then, I’ll just have to find myself new man. Actually, I think Scott just came home, and since he’s the true Alpha–”

Derek suddenly grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you forward, pressing his lips to yours in an impassioned kiss. You smiled against his mouth, slightly entertained by his possessive nature. Even though your favorite werewolf couldn’t take a joke, you wouldn’t change a thing. 

Derek Hale was finally yours.  

|Soulmate| (Part 2) Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: It’s been a couple months since you’ve started dating ‘Parker- P-Peter Parker’ so it’s normal for him to just stop by at night :3

Warnings: fluff?, kisses, cuteness, backstory-ish

Words: 1195 (i think I got carried away)

A/N: I HOPE THIS IS WHAT EVERYONE WANTED.(that’s not meant to sound aggressive) lol sorry if it sucked!

Part 1

Originally posted by sassyshieldslap

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It had been a couple of months since I had met Spider-Man- well, Peter. Peter Parker.

As I descended down the stairs, walking away from my school, I saw a familiar brown haired boy. I rushed over to him and smiled.

H-Hi. I’m Park- P-Peter Parker. By the way.” He stuttered his words out. “But you know that I’m- you know.” I giggled. I couldn’t seem to wipe this smile off my face.

“Y-Y/N L/N.” We stood in silence for a moment. “Oh- that’s my name… By the way.” He laughed and stuffed his hands in his pocket.

“I told you I’d find you. Not in a creepy stalker way though- I jus- Uh do you want me to walk you home?” He smiled nervously. I pretended to think for a moment and put my hand on my chin.

“I don’t know. If you’re willing to. I live halfway across down soo-

“That is totally fine. Actually, I would prefer to walk you home now. To spend… More time with you.” He blushed a dark shade of red. My cheeks were starting to hurt from me trying not to smile so widely.

“Then yes- you can walk with me.” I bit my lip and walked down the steps, keeping my eyes on him. He walked down with me and we started on our way back to my place.

He didn’t head home until later that day. He stayed a while in my apartment. And that sure as hell wasn’t the first day he walked me home and then stayed over. He asked me out after about two or so weeks after that day. So that would mean we’ve been together for about three months now. And I feel like ‘soulmates’ is just and under statement. It’s like Peter and I were made for each other. I mean we were… But that’s not the point. A knock at my window wiped my mind of what I was thinking of before. My head turned and my eyes connected with Spider-Mans eyeglasses. Peter. I honestly do not know what they’re called, his eye glass things, but he looks cute in his mask so I don’t care. I jumped from my bed and lifted my window up. He slid inside my room and I closed the window after him.

“Hello- Spider-Man. Is there a reason such a marvellous hero has come to see me! Y/N! What a gracious-”

“Babbee-” He tore off his mask and chuckled at me. “Spider-Man was just lonely and wanted to see his beautiful girlfriend.”

“Like… Lonely lonely?” I looked up and down his body and exaggeratedly winked. “Or just lonely.” I laughed putting my hands around his neck.

“I think a little bit of both. I mean our four month anniversary is coming up soon.” He kissed my cheek.

“Yeah, in like three weeks. Also, why celebrate a four month anniversary. Why not celebrate at like six months and a year?” He grinned down at me.

“Why not celebrate every day.” He shrugged and leaned down, pressing his lips against mine. I pulled my head back.

“Because if we celebrated every day I would be broke. Hate to break it to you Spidey-Boy but you’re expensive.” I smirked up at him and he sighed.

“I’m not that expensive… I just like things that cost a lot of money. I’m tired of digging through dumpsters!” He pushed away and pressed the button in the middle of his suit. With that, his suit fell to the floor revealing his half naked body. I could never get over how good he looked.

“I know- that’s why I’d suffer bankruptcy for you.” He laughed at my comment. My eyes trailed to his chest. He was ripped and I don’t know if it was from working out by saving all those people or from the spider bite.

“Seriously though, Y/N, don’t buy me to much stuff. Like my limit is 100$… A year. So no more. As for you, your limit is like 300$ cause you deserve everything.” He grabbed one of his sweaters off my floor, that he left from the last time he was over, and slipped it on.

“Everything, huh? Well, thank you, Baby.” I smiled and hopped on my bed. “Does that mean I can get one of Starks-”

“Nope. Ok not everything. Cause if I take or borrow or give you anything of Mr. Starks I might get tracked down and hunted.” He crawled into bed next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“True- True. Maybe you could introduce me to Mr. Stark sometime tho. I mean I’m just your girlfriend so it’s not that important.” I sighed dramatically while smiling.

“I mean I probably could-” I turned over to face him.

“Wait- really? Like actually? You would introduce me to Tony Stark?”

“Yeah I mean you are my girlfriend, as you just said, so he might be glad to put a face behind a name… I seem to talk about you a lot on missions.” I giggled.

“I would hope so. I wouldn’t want you talking about any other gorgeous and amazing girls.” I yawned as he spoke.

“Ah, but you see-” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “- you’re the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know. And the only gorgeous and amazing and stunning girl I know seems to be a bit tired.” I giggled at his words.

“Very, I mean it is-” I turned my head to face my digital clock next to my bed. “12:46.” I said. “On a school night.” He groaned.

“I really don’t want to go to school. My back hurts. Oh! Did I tell you that that one robber came back and he tried to rob the same bank and I tried-” I tuned out his voice and just looked at the features on his face. I loved it when he talked about his day as Spider-Man because he was always so happy while explaining everything, but sometimes I just liked to look at his facial expressions while he explained everything. I tuned back into what he was saying.

“-and I was like-” He made a web shooting sound “-and then he was like 'ahh!’ then I left him there all webbed up so the police could take him in- again!” He laughed. “It was a crazy day.” I nodded and then snuggled my head into his chest.

“It seems like it.” I mumbled against his shirt. I heard him shoot his web somewhere in my room and when my room became dark I put two and two together, figuring out he turned off my light.

“Hey Y/N…” He whispered.

“Yeah?” I asked and leaned my head up to meet his face.

“I love youuu.” He said, dragging the 'u’. I giggled and nestled my face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you toooo.” I replied, copying him but dragging the 'o’ instead. He chuckled, causing my body to shake with his.

“Night, Babe.” He mumbled quietly. I made a 'mmh’ sound against his chest and slowly drifted to sleep to the rhythm of his heart beating.

~~~~~~~~~

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Plain Face

requested: can you do a peter x reader where peter and her are dating and he keeps saying she looks like someone he knows and they find out that she’s Captain America’s daughter? thank you!

word count: 1897

pairings: peter parker x rogers!reader

warnings: kept this one clean, but we’ll see for future installments 

a/n: Y’ALL THIS ONE WAS SO FUN TO WRITE. to make it easier im just gonna say this is post-civil war, everyone is surprisingly best budz again. i think i’m gonna turn it into a series!! i’m wheezing this might be one of my faves i’ve written so far. lemme know if you guys want more of it! 

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While you complained every day when you went to the gym hidden underground in Brooklyn, you knew that your father meant well–he only wanted the best for you. And that meant training in self defense nearly every day for three hours after school, sometimes by yourself and sometimes, on days he wasn’t away on a job, he went with you.

Today you had gone by yourself, the gym empty and eerie. Punching bags hung from metal bars crossing the ceiling, and sometimes the fluorescent lights flickered, making you feel like you always had to keep an eye on your six.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 10

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,201

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by little--batman


The two of you had fallen into silence, both seemingly lost in thought. The appetizers were delicious, but you couldn’t do more than pick at them. You were too distracted by your thoughts to focus on eating.

So much had happened in so little time. Sure, it seemed like you had your best friend back, but who knew how long that would last. He seemed sincere earlier, but there was no way to guarantee that the two of you wouldn’t get into another stupid argument and find yourselves right back where you started.

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One Hundred Miles Away

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Request: oh what about a dad!shawn one where the reader and their 1 year old son surprise him at an ellen interview? (Shawn thought they were in Canada)

Word count: 2,401

One Hundred Miles Away

“Hello everybody and welcome to today’s show! We have the most exciting guest for you and a fully packed show” Ellen started, looking into the camera.

It already gave me butterflies, knowing my hubby Shawn would walk out at any second now. I still can’t believe, I got to keep that one.

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