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SMART & SMARTER | peter parker

REQUEST: could you do one when the reader is smarter than Peter and in academic decathlon team and she is smarter than Peter in that too? and Peter is kind of jealous but at the same time smitten.

thank you so much for your request! i really hope this came out like you wanted! (:

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“Hey, did you guys meet the new girl?”

Michelle came up to the two boys, both standing in front of the lockers as they turned to the mysterious friend. Their faces showed signs of confusion, as Michelle just rolled her eyes before turning around and tilting her head to a girl, whom they had never seen before.

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Down your face

Down your face | Joe Sugg | imagine
Word count: 1529
A/N: Hey sweeties. It’s been a tough time for me, I hope you all forgive me for being off. I’m feeling a bit down so I just really needed a bit of magic sprinkles aka imagines to make my life better. DYF wouldn’t end like this, so now I might do a part two. It’s up to you, guys.

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Your eyes were fixed on the piece of paper in your front. Honestly, you couldn’t believe in the words written in black on the sheet. You took a deep breath and then heard the knock on your front door. Damn it, you forgot Joe was coming around. You could handle this… Hopefully.

“Hey.” You said with a fake smile as you opened the door.

“Helloo!” He exclaimed as he lifted a couple bags. You stepped away for him to pass, too focused in not crying to be excited for whatever he was excited for. Joe entered your house a bit disappointed. “You won’t ask me what are those?”

“Hum?” You closed the door and turned to him.

“Ask me what is in the bags!”

“What is in the bags, Joseph?” You opened a little smile just because you couldn’t help to be a little better as seeing Joe’s excitement.

“Dinner!” He answer. “What do I mean with dinner, you wonder? Well, since you said you couldn’t go out because you are out of budget, chef Sugg is here!”

You laughed. “It is really thoughtfull of you, Joe. Thank you.”

He looked into your eyes, making your legs tremble with those beautiful blue eyes. “You’re welcome, Y/N. It wasn’t no big deal.”


“Well, I’m guessing you hated my food and are too polite to say you didn’t like it.” Joe said as a joke with his side smirk.

“You know I always love your food, Joseph.” You gave a weak smile.

“Really? Because you barely ate it.” He pointed out, showing he was worry. “Or said something… About anything.”

“I’m sorry, I’m being a shitty company, don’t I?” You sighed. “It’s just a few things about school… It’s silly.”

“I know it’s not silly, Y/N. You are the most chatty girl I ever knew, turning the smalest things into huge crazy stories and you’ve been quiet all night. I’m not good at deep conversations, but you know I’m always here for you, don’t you?” He took your hand over the table.

You sighed again looking at your hands together. Your heart was into pieces now, because you were fooling yourself again. Joseph Sugg didn’t like you that way, so you needed to stop raising your hopes. “I know, Joe. Thank you.” You shrugged and pulled your hand out of his. “I just don’t want to bother your with my silly problems.”

“So you need to stop being blue, Y/N. C’mon, I cooked, so you do the dishes. Although you’re so down that I will even help you do the only task I gave you.” He told with a fake complain tone.

“Oh, will you? What a generous friend I have, huh?” You teased, your mood a little brighter.

“Must love me to death.” Joe smiled by seeing you being more like yourself.

“I will, Joe…” You rolled your eyes with the irony fate brought you. “I will.”


“Oh, c’mon, Y/N! I know you love Gossip Girl and all, but you can’t be crying because of this scene! The blonde chick is crazy! She deserved to be cut out of her cousin’s allowance.” Joe commented.

His words only made you cry more. He grimmaced. “Okay… So… I guess Gossip Girl isn’t the real reason for you to cry your eyes out.”

“Sorry.” You told, just before you lost control of your tears.

“Oh my God, Y/N.” Joe looked at you scared. “What should I do?”

You knew he couldn’t handle cry situations, so you started laughing. “You suck at this, Joseph.” You commented.

“This is no secret!” He argued. “I hate crying! I don’t know what to do! The reason why I let this clear everywhere I go is so people cry away from me!” He exclamed. “Oh, sorry, that sounded rude… Don’t cry, please.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing louder. “People need to study you, Joe.”

“I’m glad my despair amuse you.” He joked. “At least, you stopped crying.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I feel like I’m saying a lot of ‘thank you’s for you tonight. I’m sorry for being such a mess.”

“Don’t apologize, just tell me what you want me to do.”

You knew that you could ask anything for Joe in that moment that he wouldn’t say no. He was a really good friend.

“A glass of water.” You smiled without showing your teeth. “I need a glass of water.”

“Consider it done.” He said before going to the kitchen.

You looked around yout tiny apartment. You made your best to leave it as “you” as you could with your budget. Plants, crystals, inspirational quotes all over the walls… You wished inspirational quotes about life could give you inspirational facts in your life as well, but they didn’t.

“There you go.” Joe announced with the glass as he came back to your Ikea sofa.

“Thanks.” You took the glass and drank the water.

“What next?” He asked.

“What do I want you to do?” You confirmed, having a few thoughts in your mind.

“Yep.” He nodded his head.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Nothing, Joe. This is perfect. Just give me a hug.”

And so did Joe. As you asked, he sat near you and gave you the thighest hug you ever received, making you feel like you belonged in there. You started crying again.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?” You tried to make your voice sound stable.

“I can feel your tears through my shirt, I don’t think the hug is helping.”

You laughed. “Yes, it is, Joe. I just need to cry a bit.”

Your friend shut his mouth, believing in you and, when you pulled him away, he did something quite odd for Joseph Sugg:

“Tell me what is wrong with you, Y/N, please. It’s killing me that you’re sad and crying for stuff that I don’t know about and can’t even do a little joke or try to be funny to make you better.”

“You can’t do nothing for me, Joe.” You sighed once more. “And I will bored you to death.”

“I’m making you love me to death already, so I guess it’s fair if you murder me with boredom.”

“Joe…” You hesited.

“Try me, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ll have to go back to my hometown.” You revealed at once. “I can’t pay uni anymore.”

Joe’s blue eyes widened. “Oh, no.”

You gave an ironic smile. “Oh, yes.”

“But, Y/N…”

“The notification paper just came in, I’m banned of classes starting next month.”

“Y/N…”

“I know, Joe. It sucks.”

“There must be something we can do.”

“We can’t, Joe.”

“I’ll pay for it.” Joe said suddenly.

“No, you won’t.” You denied.

“Y/N, please. Be reasonable, you will be kicked out.”

“Thanks for using that term, Joe… I was tryint to avoid it.” You rolled your eyes. “But, still no.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t let you do such a thing.”

Why?” He asked again.

“Too much on your hands, too much on my hands… Too much on our friendship. Trust me, it won’t be good for us.”

“Don’t be silly, you won’t need to go back to your hometown. It’s hours and hours away, Y/N. This won’t be good for us, not me paying for your education.”

“No, Joe.” You told, letting pretty clear it was your final word about his propose.

“I will miss you…” He said, giving you another hug.

“I will miss you too. You’re one of my dearest friends, I will miss you so freaking much, Joseph.” You confessed, the half true aching your heart, the half lie tearing it apart.

“No, Y/N, I don’t think you understood.” It was Joe’s turn to sigh, another thing you weren’t used to see him doing. The hug was broken, you were confused. “I will really miss you.” He said looking directly to your eyes.

You felt the air escaping of your chest, you wished so deeply Joe felt the same way you did. “I guess you are the one who don’t understand that I will miss you with all my heart.”

Joe took a deep breath. “Y/N, I love you. For real. Not the friend way. I love you.”

You felt the tears in your eyes again. “You got to be kidding me.” You were out of breath.

Joe blinked. “Well, this wasn’t the response I was looking for, was it?” He laughed and passed his hands through his hair. “I mean, I didn’t expect you to love me back but ‘got to be kidding me’ wasn’t exactly what I had in mind either.”

You rolled your eyes again and pulled Joe to a deep kiss, one you only can give if you’re in love. And you were deeply in love.

“I love you too, Joseph. Are you stupid? Of course I love you, I loved you since the first time you made me laugh through a whole night, since ever.”

He laughed. “Really? I can’t believe it.”

“For someone who is so sassy and so good with instant jokes, you’re quite slow, aren’t you?” You teased, giving him another kiss.

Sing to Me / Brennen Taylor

Anonymous said: Hi can I request a brennen imagine where your a singer and he always has you sing to him

Author’s Note: Late one! But here’s one! I kinda like this one too, thanks for the requests, keep em comin!

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It was late at night, around two in the morning, when your phone vibrated, waking you from your deep sleep. You sighed, blinding yourself to see the caller ID. When you saw your boyfriend’s smiling face and name, you couldn’t help, but smile and press the green answer button.

“Hey, baby. What’s up?” You ask, leaning back into the headboard, pressing the phone to your ear, unplugging it in the process.

“Did I wake you up?” He asks, ignoring the question.

“No.” You lie.

“Your such a liar. Go back to sleep, I’ll call you in the morning.”

“I’m up now. Tell me what’s up.” You say, rubbing your eye.

“Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice. I can’t sleep.” He sigh, tiredness evident in his voice.

“Oh.” You said. sighing too.

“It’s okay. I shouldn’t have called. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay.” You say your good byes and hang up the phone. You slip out of your bed, putting on one of Brennen’s hoodies, suddenly not feeling tired. You slipped on your shoes, and quietly left your apartment, careful not to wake your roommate.

You got an uber, and made your way to Brennen’s apartment. You knew that if he wasn’t able to sleep, he wasn’t going to be able to. You knocked on his door, checking the time to see ‘2:54’ displayed on the screen.

“What are you doing here?” Brennen says, pulling you in his apartment. “I told you I’d see you in the morning, like planned.” He had bags under his eyes and his long hair was a mess on his head,

“It is morning.” You point out, wrapping your arms around his waist, snuggling into his chest. He sighed, closing and locking the door, before wrapping his arms around you.

“I didn’t want you to drive here at three in the morning, baby.” He mumbles kissing your forehead.

“I ubered.” You mumble, grinning into his chest.

“I’m not gonna win with this am I?” He asks, squeezing you and shaking slightly.

“Nope. Let’s get you to bed now.” You say, untangling yourself from Brennen’s arms, grabbing his hand, leading him- and Kobe- back to Brennen’s room.

“I love you.” He says, pulling you onto the bed.

“I love you too.” You mumble, laying on your side, running your hands through his long dyed hair. “What’s on your mind, baby?”

“Nothing.” He brushes off, rolling over, looking at you. You smile down at him. You kiss him, smiling.

When you pull away, bringing your fingers back to his scalp. You start humming, a random tune, burying you face into Brennen’s neck. You can feel Brennen’s grip tighten and a grin form against your head.

You start singing him to sleep. Singing your favorite love songs to him, ranging from Ed Sheeran to Old Taylor Swift. Once you think he is asleep, you rest your head on his chest.

“Move in with me.” Brennen mumbles.

DVD Cover and what they might be saying
  • Ibushi: hey guys zaou-kun is whipping his phone! let's pose for a picture! *awkwardly tucks diploma under arm*
  • Atsushi: kin-chan! let's make heart hands!
  • Kinshirou: sure atchan! *internally screaming*
  • En: tbh i have nothing better to do so i'm just gonna go along with it *awkwardly makes the love gesture while holding his diploma*
  • Ryuu: i'm gonna take a picture!
  • Io: ryuu your camera is on selfie mode lmao
  • Akoya: they don't need to know, right? lol
  • Aki: hey haru are you crying? and why are you offering your handkerchief to yumoto? are you starting to like him?
  • Haru: no i'm not crying gdi i don't care about those guys!!!! and i don't like yumoto i just don't want his ugly face to get even uglier!!!!!
  • Yumoto: *completely oblivious to the twins, looking at the third years all teary eyed* OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MY SENPAIS ARE GRADUATING BUT AT THE SAME TIME I CAN'T BELIEVE MY OTP IS FRICKEN CANON THIS IS BOTH THE SADDEST AND THE HAPPIEST DAY IN MY LIFE
  • wombat: binch i honestly hope your otp is ibuen bc that's my otp too maccho
Laps and Naps

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female!Reader - Cast x female!Reader

Request: So my idea was a fic with seb and reader on the set of Infinity War. Reader likes taking naps on the casts laps, and after a while seb notices that she’s never napped on his lap and gets a bit jealous. A few cast members notice his crush on the reader and one day reader finds seb and the rest of the cast sitting together and goes straight for his lap. The whole cast looks up in awe and snap multiple pictures and seb is all flustered and blushy. You can change it up if it didn’t make sense lol ☺️ (-anon)

Warnings: none, really!! just pretty fluffy stuff

Word Count: 1.2K

A/N: it’s been such a weird week, and i really hope today will be good. but i’ve been havin’ a pretty bad mental-problems sort of day streak, so any memes sent to me are and will be greatly appreciated !!


“Y/N,” a distant, low voice sneaks through your sleepy mind. “C’mon, Y/N, I have to be in the suit in five minutes.”

The groggy veil of sleep slowly lifts off of your as you begin to wake-up. You could feel a heavy hand beginning to gently shake your shoulder.

“But I was so comfy,” your tired voice grumbles.

“I know,” Chris’s soothing voice drifts through the room. “But you’ve been sleeping on me for almost an hour, and I really have to get ready.”

Fine,” you groan, lazily pushing yourself up into a sitting position, snuggling into the corner of the couch as you pry open your heavy eyelids. “But you should know, that was a good nap.”

You blink away the sleep from your vision and look around the room, your gaze locking on Anthony.

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Dream

Once you wake - it’s difficult to remember what you dream about

Librarian || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: Librarian!Bucky x reader

Summary: You can’t help but slowly develop feelings for librarian Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: none!!!!!!

Word Count: 977 words

A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go


Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work. 

Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face. 

Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.

You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit. 

“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper. 

“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.  

You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest. 

“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips. 

“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual. 

Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.

He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress. 

Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends. 

You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory. 

“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things. 

You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone. 

You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place. 

It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh. 

You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building. 

“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features. 

Tonight felt different. 

Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers. 

“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing. 

“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words. 

“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth. 

His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself. 

“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.

Imagine your neighbor, Dean Winchester, getting jealous when he sees a guy leave your house in the morning when your parents are gone on a trip.

“Uh who- who was that exactly kiddo?”

You jumped, turning to face your insanely handsome neighbor standing very close “Oh uh” you laughed nervously “Hey Mr Winchester.” you greeted “Uhm just a friend, we were working on a project for college last night and… yeah.” you trailed off.

“Oh friend?” he raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed if not something else too “Are you sure about that, (Y/n)? Not like I’m gonna tell your parents but bringing boys when they’re gone is kinda- well, you know.” he made a face and you frowned.

“We just had homework to do, I don’t think they would mind it that much.” you shrugged “Why are you asking though?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking.

“Oh nothing sweetheart.” he flashed you that smile that made you weak on the knees.

“Really, cause if I didn’t know you any better I’d say you sound a little jealous.” you muttered mostly to yourself, eyes casted down but of course he caught it.

“Just curious is all, (Y/n).” he put his hands in his pockets.

“Curious? About what presicely?”

“What would you want with a boy like him when there are men twice his age than certainly know how to give a woman what she needs.” he said with a casual smirk and shrug, not looking at you, as you gaped at him.

“Doubt he even knows how to please you the right way to begin with.” he added, winking at you as your eyes widened and your face warmed up. 

“See ya, princess.” he said as he smoothly walked the road to his own house.

Attached (Finale)

Summary: Modern AU. Your first day at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. Inspired by the novel Attachments by Rainbow Rowell.

Word Count: 2,420

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

A/N: My gosh, we have finally reached the end of this story. I want to send out my thanks to every single one of you who joined me on this journey. Your continuous support and love kept this story alive. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this tale! Also, please check out this Spotify playlist Isabela (@lovellylittlelonely) made that was inspired by this series! It’s amazing :)

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

You nearly tripped up the stairs as you made your way to the newsroom, the imperfect combination of nervousness and excitement surging through your veins. You were finally officially meeting Barnes–Bucky–in the break room, the place where the both of you first unofficially met. 

This was it. This was finally it.

Stepping inside the newsroom, you ambled across the floor toward your destination, your breath quickening with every step. You felt like you were in a dream. All of this felt so surreal to you as if none of this was happening at all. If this was a dream though, you never wanted to wake up from it. It was too sweet, too intoxicating to leave. You never wanted to return to reality again.

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Je T’aime

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have a huge crush on Peter. You know he doesn’t know French as well as Spanish, so you randomly flirt with him in French. Until Peter catches on.

I try to keep these as gender neutral, I’m sorry. French is very specific with masc. and fem. words, I tried.

(This is my first one, it’s short and sucks, sorry. Btw I am taking French, and I’m terrible at it so I used Google Translate. If you notice something totally off and want me to fix it, please let me know.)


     You grabbed your backup, pushing past students towards the cafeteria. Please, walk slower, it’s not like people have places to go, you thought angrily. You pushed open the lunch doors, looking around for your friends. You made eye contact with Peter from across the room, quickly smiling and waving at him. Peter smiled back and waved you over. Butterflies filled your stomach, making your face feel warm. Why is he so amazing? 

      “Hey Y/N!” Ned cheered when you sat down.

      You smiled at Ned, “What’s up guys? Anything new?”

       “Well, we have a math test next period. I hope you studied,” Peter answered.

     “Of course I did, beau garçon.” You winked in his direction, causing his face to turn a soft shade of pink. Handsome boy

    MJ snorted next to you, not even looking up from her book.

    “You know, I may not understand French, but one day I’m going to find out what you’re saying.” Peter promised.

     You shrugged, laughing. You highly doubt Peter would spend five minutes looking up the words you’ve said. Especially when he spends all of his time at that Stark Internship.  

    The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. You packed your stuff up, before turning towards the boys, “Au revoir Ned. Au revoir, ma lune.” Goodbye Ned. Goodbye, my moon.

    Peter furrowed his eyebrows, watching you walk away with MJ. “Do you know what she said? Isn’t Spanish similar to French?” It drove him nuts not understanding what you’re saying. Sometimes he think you’re flirting with him, but he doesn’t want his hopes to get too high.

    Ned shrugged, “Doesn’t May know some French? Ask her.”

    Peter faltered his walking for a second, May knows how much he likes you, but does he really want her to be involve with it? “Yeah, okay I’ll ask when I get home.”


     The next day, you walked with MJ towards the steps of the school, talking about your science project due next class.

     “Whatever, I had it done for two weeks. But the real question is, when are you going to tell Peter you like him?” MJ casually slipped out.

     “I already did, like everyday. Not my fault he doesn’t understand me.”

     “You know he’s smart, but he’s oblivious. You call him handsome, love, moon, and you told him you loved him in French! He’s also taking Spanish, I don’t understand how he doesn’t get it.”

    “Wait, you know French? Since when? You’re not in my class.”

    “Maybe I am, you just don’t see me,” she blankly stared ahead, walking faster. 

     Shaking your head in confusion, you followed her to the doors, walking after her. Spotting Ned and Peter at their lockers, you both walked up to them. When you got closer, they glanced towards you, their conversation quickly stopping.

     MJ rolled her eyes, “No please continue your nerdy conversation. We totally care about what you have to say.”

     You elbowed MJ lightly, “Tais-toi.” Shut up. You turned towards Peter and Ned, “Salut les gars. J'aime ta chemise, Ned. Peter, tu es très beau comme toujours.” Hi guys. I love your shirt, Ned. Peter, you are handsome as always.

    Ned smiled brightly, glancing down at his shirt. While, Peter’s face turned red, he tried to cough to cover up his anxiety. Confused, you panicked for a second. They usually didn’t react, or paid attention to what you say in French.

   MJ seemed to get it, though, “Ned, they’re selling ice cream for free at the stand. Let’s go.”

   Ned looked at her, “They don’t sell ice cream here.”

   “Woah, it’s a miracle. Let’s go.” Dragging Ned away, MJ glared at you like a warning glance.

    You turned back to Peter confused, “Um, what was that?”

    He was  nervously playing with his fingers, blushing a deep red. He glanced up at you, down at his hands, and back up, holding eye contact. “I was curious about the things you’ve been saying to me. So, I asked- I asked May about some of the words you told me.”

    He didn’t actually asked May, she barely remembers how to say hello in French. He asked Pepper while he facetime Tony, Pepper being more than happy to help him out. Tony wouldn’t stop teasing him over his crush, but it’s one hundred percent worth it if you felt the same.

    Your heart loudly pumped in your chest, he knows I’ve been flirting with him, it’s all over.

     “You love saying how handsome I am,” Peter smiled widely at you. You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You were doing so well, why did he have to find out?

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d actually look it up. I’ll stop, I was just trying to practice French,” you mumbled, making up some excuse. 

    “No, please continue. I actually learned something in French, ‘Tu es belle, et j'adorerais être ton petit ami’.” You are beautiful, and I would love to be your boyfriend. That’s what Pepper told me to say, right?

     You stared at him for a second in shock, before laughing. His accent clashed with the french language, but you understood what he was saying. 

   “Je serai ton/ta petit(e) ami(e),” you couldn’t stop smiling, taking a step towards him. I would love to be your boyfriend/girlfriend.

    “I’m assuming you said yes in French,” Peter mumbled, leaning towards you, tilting his head slightly. His eyes wide, feeling excited and nervous at the same time.

    “Oui,” you whispered, meeting him half way, pressing your lips against his. YesMaybe I’ll speak more French to him.

Hit me baby (one more time)

“Millicent, what on earth are you doing?” Draco shot his friend a confused look from across the eighth year common room, where his peaceful solitary study session had been interrupted by a weird flapping noise.

“Flapping around with the sleeves of my girlfriend’s oversized sweater.” Millicent replied as she flapped around with the sleeves of her girlfriend’s oversized sweater. It wasn’t even a Slytherin sweater, but one of the Chinese national quidditch league. Cho Chang wasn’t even Chinese, but Korean. Draco didn’t really get the relationship she and Milly had.

“And why are you doing that?” Draco asked with a tired sigh. He was more than done with dissecting the love song they had to explain for muggle studies. He still couldn’t figure out what hit me baby one more time was supposed to mean. Was the singer pro domestic violence?

Stupid Britney Spears.


“Because it’s fun. You know that’s a thing people have, right Draco? Fun? A good mood? Happiness?” Millicent stopped flapping and walked over to him. Ignoring her sarcasm Draco quickly shielded his essay from sight. Millicent would probably know what Miss Spears meant since she had been raised by her muggle father, and he was not looking forward to getting laughed at by her.

Why does Chang even own sweaters that big? Draco wondered as Milly sat next to him. Cho was a petite girl and she’d be able to fit into this giant red tent at least seven times.

“Because she knows I like oversized sweaters, and she knows I like to wear stuff that smells like her.” Milly replied. Dammit, he’d been thinking out loud again.

Draco was so busy scolding himself for his slip up that he forgot to reply. It wasn’t a rare thing to happen these days. After the war getting distracted by all sorts of things was basically the only thing he did. He couldn’t even stare at Harry for longer than half a minute before something else caught his eye. It was maddening.

“Here, you try it.” Shaken out of his thoughts Draco nearly strained his neck as he looked at Milly again. She was wearing a plain grey shirt now, and the red sweater lay in her outstretched hands. Draco frowned.

“Why would I try it? I don’t want to smell like your girlfriend.”

“Not what I meant dumdum.” Milly chuckled, but there was a sad glint in her eyes. “I mean try wearing this oversized sweater and flap the sleeves.”

“I see no reason as to why that would be pleasing in any way.” Draco shot back, still looking puzzled. He pulled his muggle studies homework towards himself again and tried to regain focus, even though he knew it was a lot cause. He couldn’t concentrate for longer than half an hour a day it seemed.

Stupid PTSD.

“You say that again once you’ve tried it. Come on, if you do it I will help you with your muggle studies, and I promise I won’t laugh.” Millicent looked at him with puppy eyes, and Draco sighed. He wasn’t going to get rid of her until he obeyed, and since he was constantly sleep deprived he had no energy left whatsoever to protest.

“Fine.”

Milly grinned and then actually squealed, before pulling Draco’s reading glasses off his face and shoving the sweater on. It was still warm from when she’d worn it, which left Draco feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Things improved when the smell of mint tea and cheap shampoo filled his nostrils. This left him confused for a moment, until he recalled smelling this exact same thing every time he hugged Milly, and hugging for some stupid reason (which did not fit his aesthetic or his family name at all) was the only thing that could calm him down when his mind was racing again.

“Feels nice ey?” Milly asked with a cheeky grin as she tried to put his glasses back and stabbed him in the ear with one of the legs. He rolled his eyes and grumbled as a pleasant warmth spread through his gut. The knowledge that not all students in the school wanted to see him dead was comforting. 

Not that a Malfoy needed comforting or anything silly like that. Don’t be daft.

“You know there’s no shame in asking for help right? Or a hug?” And without waiting for Draco’s approval Milly pulled him into a firm hug. Draco sputtered but didn’t push her away. He was too tired.

And it felt kind of nice.

“Now flap with your arms.” Milly ordered as she released him.

“I’m not going to flap my arms Mills.”

Milly gave him a sharp look and whispered in a threatening voice, “if you do not flap your arms I will tell the Weasleys you were jealous of their knitted sweaters.”

Draco blushed bright red and gave her a look that was a combination of fear, exhaustion and irritation.

“Fine.” He sighed then. He heaved up his arms and flapped the ridiculously long sleeves in front of Milly’s face, knocking off her glasses. He chuckled as they landed on the floor, then he continued to harass Milly’s face with the sleeves. He probably looked ridiculous but now that he had started he found he didn’t care much. He hated being wrong but this was indeed quite fun to do.

Stupid Millicent.

“Are you happy now?” Draco grumbled a little out of breath after he’d exhausted his arm muscles.

“Wrong question Draco.” MIlly gave him a sharp look again, but it was less impressive now that her hair was disheveled and her glasses were gone. “What you should ask is are you happy?”

“No, I looked like an idiot.” He tugged at the gigantic red sweater. “Will you help me with my muggle studies now?”

Milly shook her head and sighed, which earned her a shove from Draco, but then she retrieved her glasses and scanned his work. She chuckled. “Well the answer to your question is not domestic violence. It’s sex.”

“Sex? Why would you hit people during sex?” Draco flapped out, turning beetroot as soon as he reasised half the common room was listening to them.

“I haven’t the slightest, I’m more of a Bambi lesbian myself. Maybe you could ask Pansy?”

“Oi! I do not engage in BDSM thank you very much.” Pansy yelled at them. Just as the rest of the common room she had overheard Milly.

“But I bet Potter has you covered.” The asian girl added with a smirk.

“Covered in what?” A dissolved looking Harry walking into the room right that moment.

“Latex and leather.” Pansy answered. Draco wanted to die.

“I prefer the sweater Malfoy is wearing to be honest. Latex and leather sounds rather uncomfortable. Why would I cover Malfoy with it anyway?”

“For BDSM sex of course.” Milly replied. Harry tripped over his own feet and fell hard against the table Draco had been using to make him homework.

“Excuse me?” Harry sputtered with a bright red face as he rubbed his painful upper arm. He looked rather stupid, lying there almost face first on the floor.

“Hey! What did you guys do to Harry?” Ron shouted offended as he entered the common room, soon followed by Hermione.

“We revealed the secret BDSM sex he and Draco are having.” Pansy said matter-of-factly. Draco let his head fall onto the hard wooden table with a loud thud. He hated his friends sometimes.

“Oh that,” Hermione shrugged, “well I’m glad you found someone who’s willing to dominate you, and I for one hope he shares all of your many kinks Harry.”

Ron looked like he might pass out as he stared open mouthed at his girlfriend. “He’s getting whipped by Malfoy?”

“Well that escalated quickly.” Millicent mutterd in Draco’s ear. Draco groaned and threw a quill at her head. She caught it and sat back to enjoy the gigantic mess she’d made, openly enjoying the commotion.

Draco, however, was very much not enjoying the commotion. Sex was always a bit of a taboo subject for purebloods and the little bits and pieces he had puzzled together so far did not feature any of the things his fellow students were talking about. Left alone that he did such things to Harry Potter on a regular basis.

As soon as Ron actually fainted and people weren’t looking at him anymore he fled up the stairs. The last thing he heard before he slammed the door shut was “DEAN THOMAS I AM NEVER GOING TO WEAR A FUCKING LATEX LEOTARD! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER.”

All in all Draco was happy to collapse on his bed and pull the curtains shut around it, cancelling out the last bit of the noise. He crawled under the duvet and hugged the oversized sweater he was still wearing.

He couldn’t really wrap his head around the fact that only a year ago he’d been certain he wouldn’t even survive the war, and now he was safe and warm and cozy, wrapped up in a huge sweater from Cho Chang, out of all people. It was ridiculous.

But besides that it was comfortable too, and within five minutes he was sound asleep. He never slept longer than an hour though, because that was the moment the nightmares kicked in.

“Uhm, Malfoy?” Draco stirred in his sleep. The red eyes of Voldemort flickered with green for a moment, but soon they went back to red again. He did not wake up. “Malfoy are you okay? Are you having a nightmare?”

It was the genuine concern in Harry’s voice that penetrated through the fog of the dream and woke Draco up. He groaned and curled up further, shaking from the memory of him. No matter how many times he saw it the face still terrified him. He was unsurprised but not un-ashamed to find his cheeks were wet from tears.

Harry set something down on his nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed. The way the mattress dipped in reminded Draco so much of his mother bringing him a goodnight kiss that he was crying again before he even realised it.

He turned around, trying to bury his face in his pillows, but Harry stubborn fucking prick Potter wouldn’t leave him alone. A muscled arm, strongly contrasting with Draco’s own weak limbs, curled itself around him and soon after he felt Harry’s chest press against his back. It appeared the slayer of the dark lord was spooning him.

“Luna taught me how to spot the difference between crying alone and crying lonely.” Harry said, his tone of voice more than a little bit uncomfortable and awkward.

“And she showed me how to chase away the fear of a nightmare.” He added rather doubtfully, and he moved away from him so one of his hands got the space it needed to make hard but relaxing stroking movements across Draco’s back.

Draco was so overwhelmed by the nightmare, what had happened in the common room and what Harry was doing now that al he could do was tell himself to breathe. Just breathe.

After a minute or two Harry sat up again, and to his own surprise Draco found himself more relaxed than he’d felt in months, probably years.

“I have no idea why you just did that,” Draco murmured, still a bit out of it, “but I enjoyed it.”

“Glad to hear that.” Harry replied. Draco tried to casually dry his cheeks before emerging from his duvet again. He self consciously put a hand through his hair, certain it would look a right mess.

“You, eh, left your homework in the common room.” Harry indicated at the boks on Draco’s night stand and flushed a bit. “I thought I’d give it back to you before they start reading it out loud downstairs.”

“Thank you Po-.”

“Harry.” Harry cut in. “You can call me Harry, if you want to that is.”

Draco, surprised that Harry would think he would not want to call him Harry, sat up a bit straighter and tried to convey his thanks again. “Well then, thank you, Harry. And do call me Draco, if you want to that is.”

“I do.” Harry blurted, turning even more red. “I mean I do, eh, want to call you Draco.” He finished clumsily and Draco found himself smiling. A rare occasion these days.

“Where did you get that sweater from?” Harry asked, seemingly to prevent an awkward silence.

“Cho Chang actually.” And Draco couldn’t help but laugh as Harry’s face flushed again. The messy haired man looked horribly awkward, guilty, puzzled and shocked at the same time, and it frankly looked quite hilarious.

“Relax Harry. I’m not dating your ex. Millicent would kill me if I stole her girlfriend.” He chuckled as relief flooded Harry’s face, feeling suddenly giddy with the thought that Harry Potter might be interested in him.

“Wait what?” All of the sudden Harry looked puzzled again. “Since when are Cho and Bulstrode dating?”

Now it was Draco’s turn to be puzzled again. “Since the start of the school year.” He said slowly, eying Harry with suspicion. The guy wasn’t fucking with him now was he?

“They are the leaders of the GSA, and they snuggle together like, all the time.” Draco continued. Harry frowned, seemingly digging through his memory to recall any of Draco’s claims. “Harry are you sure you have the right prescription for your glasses? Those two could not have been more obvious if they’d tattooed we are lesbian lovers on their forehead.”

Harry glared at him and pulled his knees up. “It’s not my fault I suck at seeing that kind of thing okay? I wasn’t raised with it you know. With love.”

And suddenly Harry looked very small, sitting there on the edge of Draco’s bed, staring ahead without seeing anything. Draco swallowed hard, not sure what to do now, until he remembered what he was wearing.

“Harry?”

“What?” Harry snapped as he changed from hurt boy into an angry adult man.

“Put this on and flap with the sleeves.” Draco held out Cho’s sweater. “It helps, I promise.”

Harry eyed the sweater. He didn’t seem to have much faith in Draco’s method and unlike Millicent Draco had no threats he could use against his victim. Though victim was the wrong word of course.

“You’re ridiculous.” Harry muttered and he turned back to staring at the wall.

“And you won’t be able to hit me in the face with permission if you do not put on this sweater and flap the sleeves in my face.” Draco shot back. He was ready to sell some of his dignity and self perseverance if it meant Harry would look happy again. Though if he was being honest he didn’t have much dignity left.

Harry eyed him from the side, then silently snatched the sweater from Draco’s outstretched arm and pulled it over his head. It looked stupid on him, way too big, the colour didn’t fit and Harry had more of an middle eastern look to him than a chinese one. Still, Draco had so much trouble tearing his gaze away from Harry that he did not even see the man coming when he hit him in the face with his sleeve.

Once it did hit him though he scrambled backwards until he was pressed against the headboard of his bed as a reflex. Harry didn’t seem bothered by this and just lurched forward until he was half-sitting half-lying on top of Draco as he hit him in the face with Cho’s sweater.

“I said flap not hit!” Draco yelled as Harry beated down on his face, but he was laughing as he said it, because Harry was laughing too now.

“I thought you were supposed to be a BDSM fan?” Harry shot back with a wicked grin.

“I don’t even know what that means Potter!” Draco exclaimed just before Harry tired out and collapsed on top of him. “I thought the song was about domestic violence.”

“Cozy mind you have there.” Harry tapped the side of Draco’s head and dragged himself up a bit until his face was hanging above Draco’s.

“Just as cozy as yours, possibly even cozier.” Draco whispered, very aware of the fact that his breath was caressing Harry’s face, and that he had no idea if it smelled good yes or no.

“Show off.” Harry shot back.

Despite his nerves Draco looked smug as he shot back, “It’s not showing off if it’s true.”

“I think it still is, but I’d have to ask Hermione to be sure.” Harry pulled a thinking face, which Draco thought was the single most adorable thing in the world. Before he knew what he was doing he’d drifted off from the conversation to Harry’s eyes, his hair, the patterns on the ceiling, how muggles knitted wool for their sweaters…

He startled when Harry talked again and mentally scolded himself for losing focus. He’d lived in one house with the dark lord, he should be able to handle some stupid concentration issues. And there he was drifting again.

“Did you hear what I said?” Harry inquired with an amused look on his face. At least he didn’t get angry like some of the professors did. Or maybe the anger came later. “I said it is pretty disturbing that two eighteen year old boys are bragging about their shitty mental state when they should be kissing.”

“Kissing?” Draco muttered perplexed.

“Yes Draco, kissing. I hope you do know what that means.” Draco briefly wondered how this idiot of a man had gotten the balls to be so up front about things, but before he could get distracted again he bend forward and planted his lips firmly on Harry’s. And for the first time since the war, he didn’t think anything could distract him from the magnificent experience that is kissing Harry Potter.

It wasn’t perfect, in fact it was rather clumsy, with several collisions of teeth and near-bitings of tongues, but it was right. It felt right. And as Harry reached out and tangled his fingers in Draco’s hair, messing it up even more, the both of them were sure they would be alright.

And they would be.

Together.


This turned out to be wayyyyyyyy longer than it was supposed to be and I procrastinated a buttload of homework typing this out so if you could let me know what you thnk that would be extra appreciated this time! (Bc then I know if I wasted my homework time writing something nice or stupid)

do i wanna know?

a/n: oh god, schools been killing me - about one coffee away from a nervous breakdown, so sorry for not being as active. here’s a gift, i love you! 

synopsis: a love sick fool - a love sick, lust sick puppy dog Shawn is. He’s gonna call you, nothing like drunk calling your ex.

warnings: nsfw.- slight smut at one part

Originally posted by shavvnsmendes

“Crawling back to you
Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? 
‘Cause I always do 
Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
Now I’ve thought it through” - arctic monkeys, do i wanna know? 


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Imagine being in a secret relationship with Jensen, who is older than you, and your father, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, walking in on the two of you doing it.

“Jens” you planned to say in a warning way but it only came out as a moan when the older man sucked on your neck “Jensen please.” you whined a little and you felt him grin as he bit down on your neck, making you throw your head back to actually give him more access.

“I’m right onto it, sweetheart.” he said with a small growl when you shifted, the fact that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your hips pressed flush to his already, didn’t help at all.

“N-no” it certainly was as weak as it could be with his arms and lips all over you “I don’t mean that Winchester.” you said with a small groan and he sighed heavily.

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Tongue Tied

Request: Requests are open!! Yay! Could I get a Bucky x Reader smut where Reader is under his desk as he does paper work?-anon

CEO!Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1541

Warnings: Mentions of smut, non-descriptive blow job. Small mentions of being tied up. NSFW

A/N: I changed the request up a little bit, I hope it’s okay.. I’m garbage at smut, but I did my best, I promise! I’m sorry.  (Also I couldn’t think of a title..)

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Home

Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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Neighbors (Part IV)

She’s sitting on her couch, a bowl of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream in her lap, watching him perform at Rock in Rio.

Her best friend had found a livestream and now they are watching the one and only Shawn Mendes - the nice dude from the apartment next door - being an absolute rockstar, making the sea of people beneath him go crazy.

She found it hard to wrap her head around the fact that this guy on stage was the same guy who ate her soup in a hoodie two days ago, looking cozy and cuddly. And who fell asleep on her lap. She had seen the real him. Not the brand or the artist. Just Shawn. In his most vulnerable state. Sick and in need of someone to take care of him.

He still sounds a bit hoarse now but the rasp in his voice makes him sound even sexier and she feels slightly proud that he looks healthier than two days ago when he had fallen asleep on her lap, fighting that cold.

The way he is strumming his guitar now, neck vein popping and eyes shut while singing his heart out, makes her feel some kind of way.

She’s on her period, feeling kinda horny, kinda emotional and Shawn looking handsome as hell in his tight shirt, curls messy and bopping, jawline sharp and biceps flexing isn’t really helping.

“Okay but I still can’t believe what happened,” her best friend says, after taking another sip of wine.

“Let me get this straight. Y’all flirt at the gym, he gave you a ride, cared about you when you sprained your ankle, fucking made out with you and fell asleep on top of you. Like - what the fuck is happening?”

“I don’t even know. It’s not like I planned this, okay?” she rolls her eyes at her best friend, gesticulating with her spoon in hand. “I didn’t even care about him before… I didn’t plan moving into the apartment next to freaking Shawn Mendes. And nothing else happened! It’s not like we… you know…”

“Fucked?”

She blushes, concentrating on her ice cream, digging the spoon into it.

Her best friend giggles, pointing at her. “Oh my God. But you so would!”

“Stop it.”

“You so would sleep with him. But I don’t blame you, honey. He looks fine as fuck. I mean look at him,” she’s pointing at the TV screen. “He’s almost a bit too good looking.”

“And he’s famous. And has fans which is so weird. I don’t think I can deal with that - the fame thing, you know.”

Her best friend sighs. “Why do you always fall for the problematic guys? I mean Shawn doesn’t seem to be as problematic as your ex but he’s a freaking pop star. That’s kinda problematic.” 

“I know. I mean he’s sweet and everything but his lifestyle scares me a bit, not gonna lie.”

“You shouldn’t take it too seriously though,” her best friend says, “why don’t you fool around a bit, have great sex and call it a day? You don’t have to make it official.”

“I don’t know if this works for me… just sleeping with him. Ugh, I don’t know,” she frowns, hugging a pillow. “What if I catch feelings?”

“Mhm, the sex must be worth it, though. You’d tell me if it’s good, right?”

She takes the pillow and throws it at her best friend who is cracking up by now, wine glass in hand.

“Shut up.”


He’s carrying two huge bags filled with groceries and toiletries into the building, escaping the rain that’s pouring down.

“Good morning, Tom!” he greets the concierge with a smile who opens the door for him.

“Morning, Mr. Mendes! How’s everything?”

“All good. Just went groceries shopping.”

“Ah, got back from tour, eh?”

“Yeah, kinda. Played a festival in Brazil!”

“Amazing,” the concierge says, closing the door after him. “Have a nice day.”

“Thank you. You, too.”

The elevator door opens with a soft pling and Shawn blinks, seeing her.

She’s carrying a basket of laundry that is smelling like lavender and roses, her hair up in a ponytail, cheeks rosy and he can’t believe his luck with running into her again.

“Hi!” he says, sounding way too cheerful.

“Hey!” she grins. “Welcome back! How was Brazil?”

“Awesome. People are a bit crazy down there but I loved Rio. Had a great time.”

He wants to press the button in the elevator that would take them to their floor but it has already been pressed, glowing in red.

“I saw your performance actually.”

“You did?” his face lights up, eyes sparkling and he shifts the heavy bags in his arms around, placing one on the elevator floor.

“Yeah, you killed it. Also loved the rasp…”

He laughs softly. “Ah, yes… thanks again for taking care of me. Couldn’t have played Rock in Rio without you.”

She blushes, looking down. “Nothing to thank me for, really.”

The realization hits him like a sudden flash. 

He had missed her. 

Her beautiful face. The way she looks at him. Her smile. Her eyes.

And he bites his bottom lip, craving her touch again. His lips on hers.

He leans against the elevator wall and she looks at the full bags.

“Went groceries shopping for a change, huh?”

He chuckles, smirking proudly. “Yeah, gonna fill up my fridge. Are you proud of me?”

She laughs. “So proud.”

And in this moment as he is shifting the bag in his arms, he hears something fall to the floor.

Of all the things that could have been falling out of the bag. Milk, butter, honey, cereal…

It had to be the condoms.

Great.

She looks down and he quickly bends down to pick up the blue package.

He’s blushing hard by now and there’s no way she isn’t reading what’s on the package.

Durex. Extra thin. Extra sensitive. 

Large.

Maximizing sensitivity, while still providing a high level of security and protection.

Oh God.

It should not be this awkward. They were adults. It was normal to buy condoms. Nothing wrong with that!

He clears his throat, shoving the package into the back pocket of his jeans and she avoids making eye contact.

“Okay, this was kinda awkward,” he says under his breath.

“Kinda,” she says, laughing almost, putting her basket down.

He puts his bag on the floor as well and before the elevator can stop on their floor, he pins her against the silver wall, his lips ghosting over her ear.

“I’m not… seeing anybody else,” he breathes and he can feel her shiver underneath his touch as his hands are on her hips. “Just wanted to make that clear.”

“O-okay,” she says, sounding a little bit surprised.

“And I missed you,” he murmurs, voice strained with longing.

Her hands are now on his chest, wandering down, playing with the hem a little as he is looking at her, tilting her chin up ever so gently.

“Missed you, too.”

This is all he needs to press her eagerly against the wall. Pressing his lips on hers in a heated kiss, he would take her right there. Up against the elevator wall, her legs around his hips but he pulls back.

It should not be like this.

He has promised himself to take things slow.

The elevator comes to a halt and they look at each other, cheeks flushed, clothes slightly crumpled, breathing heavily.

“Um- well, then…” she says, stepping out. “See you, Shawn.”

He follows her out of the elevator, fumbling with his keys.

“See you.”

And he wonders if she’s as aroused as he is. As needy. As much craving him as he is craving her.

Speeches

You open Thomas’ new Sanders Sides video, entitled simply, “Speeches.” After a moment of loading, it begins. Not with his usual, “What is up everybody?!” Simply the loud title card and a fade-in.

Originally posted by what-even-is-thiss

Of Roman, standing in his usual spot. He’s smiling. “Hello, my brave and beautiful prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! Tis I, the great Prince Roman! I would just like to take a moment to commend you on your bravery! One such as you deserves all the best, yet time and again you face your dragon-witch! I promise you that with a little magic, and many-a Disney song—along with some encouraging from the valiant yours truly—that dragon-witch will be slain and no longer be able to do you harm! Keep fighting, you strong prince, princess, or non-binary royalty! You will succeed!”

Originally posted by ts-sideblog

Patton appears after a jump cut, standing in front of the blinds, as always. “Hey kiddo, Dad Patton here! I know you’re going through a trying time in your life. Everyone does! But I gotta say: you’re gonna do just fine. Life’s problems come and go, but some of the hardest ones can always be slightly improved by a couple-a dad jokes! Never be afraid of the power of laughter. I promise you that everything will turn out alright. And you can’t let life get down. I mean, you can’t let life get you down. But if life gets down, you win that dance-off!” He pauses. “Get it? Get down? Like dancing? No? Okay.” Patton grins and giggles. “Anyway! Much love from your internet old man! Hi Brave, I’m Dad!”

Originally posted by starlight-sanders

Logan follows Patton. “Good day, my star student,” he begins, straightening his glasses. “While I could stand here and wax philosophical about human existence and the nature of the reasons why you are where you are, I’ve been told by the others that could possibly be emotionally insensitive. So I won’t. But I do have a lesson for you. As follows: some say life is a roller coaster. They’re wrong. A roller coaster is a feat of physics and engineering achieved by the arches and spins getting smaller and smaller to maintain momentum. Life does not work that way. Life’s arches and spins vary in intensity and size. In this way, life resembles the visual manifestation of sound waves. Life is music, my young student. A beautiful symphony that has dips and swells, creating an experience unique to each composer, each musician, and each listener. Once you realize this, it gets easier to listen to the music of life.”

Another audio file cuts in. “Aww! You actually listened to me!”

“Be quiet, Roman, or I’ll send you to detention!” Logan retorts. He looks back to the camera. “Anyway. Interruption aside: I hope you take that lesson into your life. It will be worth remembering. Have a lovely day, star student, and feel better soon!”

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Virgil appears last. “Hey,” he says, not quite looking at the camera. “Look, the others can be sappy and positive all they want. I guess that’s their job, or something. Especially Dad and Sir Sings-A-Lot. I’m not required to be that way. It’s part of what I am. But today is different. Today is a day when life is even darker than me. Which, I guess, is saying something. But everything is going to be fine. A little anxiety is a good thing. It’ll keep you alive and attentive. But don’t let it overwhelm you. Pretty sure Teach over there explained it to Thomas before. Some productivity curve whose name I can’t remember—”

“Yerkes-Dodson Curve!” Logan interrupts.

“Whatever,” Virgil mutters. “So while life is hard, it’ll get better. Once it does, just keep a little bit of me around and you’ll still be okay. But not too much. I guess I can get a little… toxic in large doses. So be safe, okay kid? Just be careful. That’s what I’m here for.” He nods.

The video shuts off.


Huge thanks to @thatsthat24 for creating such awesome characters! These were fun to make! This came about because of @pancakesanders so equally huge shoutout!

Peter finding out you're leaving for UNI.. (Headcanon)

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi! I love your writing, would u consider doing a peter Parker college!au??? The reader and peter have always been friends and she’s going away to school or something? Thank u (:

Side Note: So I really wanted to write my first headcanon and I think this idea would be really cute! However, since it is my first bare with me, it might be super cringey we don’t know.

Originally posted by parkers-myth

- okay so you and Peter had been bffs since elementary school when he accidently stabbed you with a pencil

- “OWWWW!”

- “OH NO, Y/N I’M SO SORRY”

- peter panicking thinking you needed to go to the hospital

- it was just a scratch lmao

- however, the mark is still on your hand to this day

- therefore, you became inseparable best friends

- only bc peter said he’d never stab you again, which you thanked him for, actually believing him

- you were a dumbass to trust that boy smh

- middle school came and sure enough peter somehow stabbed you again… with sISSORS

- “pETER WHAT THE HELL”

- “Y/N I-I’M SORRY YOU KNOW I’M A CLUTZ”

- peter panicking once again before putting a Spider-Man Band-Aid on your finger

- ;))))))

- he couldn’t help but smile at how proud he was taking care of you

- aw aw aw CUTIES

- high school arrived and you were prepared for another random injury from peter

- “I promise I won’t stab you this year”

- “You say that every time Peter”

- “I MEAN IT THIS TIME OKAY”

- you laughing at how confident he was

- he didn’t even last three days until he stabbed you with an actual ruler

- “PETER HOW”

- “i DON’T KNOW IT JUST HAPPENED”

- “STAY AWAY FROM SHARP OBJECTS fOR tHE lOVE oF gOD”

- peter blushing embarrassedly as he moved all the sharp objects away

- he was a five year old child trapped in a fifteen year olds body

- you guys eventually graduate high school

- peter holding you close to him as if you’d disappear

- “Peter I promise I won’t vanish into thin air”

- “I don’t want to lose you" he’d mumble quietly, but you’d hear him

- you’d blush and look at your feet

- peter would grin, bc well he made YOU blush

- you both having many movie nights since you no longer had school

- lots of popcorn wars

- and tickle fights

- you always LOST

- declaring peter was a cheater, before throwing handfuls of popcorn at him

- eventually becoming busy with work, while peter had his stark internship 

- about a month later you found out you had gotten into Harvard

- you were filled with pure joy and excitement bc it was your dream school

- peter had his stark internship so you knew he’d be alright with you leaving

- right?

- psh, totally..

- he wouldn’t flip out or anything..

- you were WRONG

- WAY WAY WRONG

- “Y/N WHAT NO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME WHAT”

- “Peter you knew this was going to happen eventually!”

-“Y/N” he would whine, flailing his arms around crazily

- you’d just watch him in amusement as he acted like the five year old child you knew so well

- “We can always visit each other you know” trying to convince him, which never worked

- “bUT Y/N…. Harvard is SOOOO far away” peter would whine, falling onto his bed, face first into his pillows

- an actual child

- you’d sit down next to him, patting his shoulder

- how would you tell him you were leaving in three days?

- so you avoided the topic, packing your room up when Spider-Man himself decided to visit

- wELL YOU WERE BUSTED

- “Y/N!” he would shriek, falling through your window into your room

- “Heeeeeey Peteeee..” you’d smile innocently, as he’d whip his mask off

- yes, you knew he was Spider-Man, you found that out bc peter can’t keep secrets

- “wHY IS YOURROOMEMPTYY/NWHATISHAPPENING” peter would rush out all at once, making your eyes widen

- “PETER CALM DOWN LORD”

- peter taking a deep breath, before waiting for you to explain

- hERE WE GO

- “I’m leaving for Harvard tomorrow, I was going to tell you..” you’d speak calmly, waiting for another outburst

- peter staring at you blankly, before falling backwards onto the floor, letting out shrieks

- “PETER STOP”

- “YOU’RE LEAVING MEEEEE” he’d cry out, flopping on the floor, making you laugh

- he was the most dramatic person you knew

- which is something you’d always loved about him

- shhhhhh he doesn’t need to know

- “Like I said Pete, we can always visit each other!” you’d try to cheer him up

- peter whining as he laid on the floor

- you tried picking him up, but he was heavy

- “When did you become pure muscle Parker?” you’d groan out, dragging him across your floor

- peter dramatically gasping

- “Y/N, are you checking me out?” he’d grin, making you roll your eyes, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks

- “You wish Parker”

- he secretly did

- they’re sO IN LOVE AWH

- you soon leaving for Harvard

- peter being a PAIN the entire time you were packing

- “Y/N, don’t go”

- “Peter I have to”

- “NO you don’t”

- “YES I do”

- peter webbing your supplies to the door

- you would cross your arms, an amused smile on your face

- “Fingers slipped, whOOPS” he’d grin, making you sigh and shake your head

- you eventually move into Harvard, peter constantly texting you to see if you were okay

- which you found extremely adorable

- once all moved in, you felt at home, you even had a window in your dorm room

- you observe the campus, until a figure appears from above, scaring the absolute shit out of you

- “HEY Y/N!”

- “pETER IT HASN’T EVEN BEEN A DAY”

- “I ALREADY MISSED YOU”

- you’d let him in, he’d remove his mask, you both blushing like two idiots

- eventually kissing, and cute cuddles !!!!!

- having your first college movie night

- having another popcorn war

- loosing like usual

- you both being literal dorks

- overall just super adorable

You + Peter = Dorkiest couple ever