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Date Me?

Summary: How about a fic where you’re super popular and Peter has a massive crush on you but never pursues you because you’re popular and gorgeous but you see him every night as his nurse as Spidey and he tells you he likes you (as Spidey) only for you to be like I have to know who you are to date you. So he goes to you the next day at school and you’re like hi Peter and he wants to tell you but can’t so you’re about to leave and he just webs you over and that’s how you know and he just days, “Date me?”

Warnings: brief mention of feeling nauseous

Word count: 964

“You’ve really gotta stop fighting lawn mowers, Spidey.”

He gives a small chuckle beneath his mask as you finish up, tossing cotton balls into the nearby trash can.

Looking back up into his mechanical eyes, you can’t help but worry. You don’t even know the person behind the mask, or anything about them, but somehow, you care.

“I’m serious. You must have people who care about you a lot, and it’d suck if you just died on them.” you say, eyes trailing back to meet Spider-Mans’.

Silence fills the room. Both of you are still.

Then you break it.

“Including me.”

Peter’s heart clenches in his chest before tossing itself against his ribcage. Your words echo in his head for a few seconds before he scoots toward the edge of your bed, grunting in pain before he grabs your hands with his gloved ones.

Your heart begins to race.

“Since the first day I came to your window – covered in bruises, I have…” he pauses before continuing. “felt for you. In a way I don’t think words can express. Even before that night, I saw you in my normal life-”

“Wait, do I know you?” you question, suddenly feeling queasy. Oh god, was he a creepy stalker?

Seeing the worry in your voice he gives a small laugh before wincing, his bruised ribs protesting. “Yes, you do. And I’m not sure if you’d ever think of saying yes to me without this suit, so…will you go out with me?”

Your eyebrows furrow as your grip on his hands loosen. “I’m sorry but, I’d rather know who’s asking me to date them,” feeling his hands leave yours, you cup his masked face with one hand. “but I’m sure you’re a hell of a guy. Putting other people’s lives over yours…”

Of course she’d reject you, Peter. Even as Queen’s personal superhero. Peter thought bitterly.

You feel your heart sink when he doesn’t answer. By his body language, you can tell he’s thinking deeply. Just before you can apologize, he’s hobbling across your room to the window.

“Spidey-”

But it’s too late. The humming of cars peeling by and blinking streetlights is all that answers where Spider-Man once stood. A cold breeze comes in through your window and you shiver before closing it, feeling somewhat guilty.

After pulling the curtains over the window, you sit in bed, in the dark, pondering. You couldn’t pinpoint the spiderling’s voice to anybody you knew, but of course, he’d want to keep his identity hidden; no wonder he had such a deep voice that was filled to the brim with the thickest New York accent you had ever heard.

Before sleep could take you over, you couldn’t help but think of your crush. Closing your eyes, you smiled as the image of him filled your brain.


The whole day of school goes by in a blur, making you beyond exhausted. That is, until your crush (who you’ve hardly talked to) approaches you.

Your heart feels like it’s going to fall out of your butt as your heart races.

Oh god what if I look hideous right now?! What if I can’t speak? What if I forget how to breathe? Does my breath smell?

Exhaling slowly, you try acting as if you don’t notice him coming your way, rearranging your locker. Once he stops beside you, you glance over and smile, as if you just noticed him.

Your voice comes out so relaxed that it surprises you.

“Oh hey, Peter.”

He presses his lips together in a nervous smile. “I uh,” he clears his throat, looking away before meeting your eyes again. His cheeks begin to flush lightly.

You slowly close your locker before facing him again, seeing his face is scorching and eyes are locked on the floor.

His mouth opens, but before he could say anything, a voice calls you from down the empty hall. Turning around, you see your friend peeking her head in through the school doors.

She spots Peter and smugly smiles before saying, “Nevermind. Take your time.”

Your cheeks then burn as she disappears back outside. With a sigh you look back at Peter. “I really don’t want to rush you but my mom’s going to kill me if I’m not home in twenty minutes.”

“O-oh,” Peter stammers, hand scratching at the back of his neck. “I won’t keep you waiting then.”

With a forced smile, you don’t let your disappointment show before you turn around. Peter feels a breath catch in his throat. No. He can’t let you go. Not again.

With a small thwip Peter launches a small amount of webbing before tugging you back, catching you before you can collide with his chest.

“W-wha?” you glance down at the webbing, seeing it lead to Peter’s wrist before looking at his face. “Y-you’re…?”

You being so close to him never felt so right. His hands gently held your hips. A new wave of courage takes him over. “Date me?”

Without hesitation, you do the one thing you’ve daydreamed since middle school. His lips are softer and warmer than you ever imagined. His grip loosens as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your body against his.

Lingering for a few seconds, you stroke the hairs at the nape of his neck before pulling away with a smile. “I’d be honored to,” you lean in with a smirk. “Hey um, Peter? How do you take this off?” you ask, pulling at the webbing before turning around. “Peter?”

The hallways were empty.

Instead of feeling frustration, you shake your head in disbelief with a smile.

“I just kissed Spider-Man…”

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The wedding vlog with Phichit

Phichit: Wedding vlog!! Come see my best friend marry his childhood crush in the extravaganza of the century! And with me today is my main man Chris!

Chris, sipping martinis at 11am: I’m so proud of Victor for finding a man ready to accept his receding hairline.

Phichit: Let not male pattern baldness stand in the way of true love! Let’s go!

*dabs*

*cut*

Priest: Look, you’re going to have to shorten your vows. I’ve got another wedding at 3.

Victor, holding a five inch thick wad of notes, outraged: This is the abridged version.

*cut*

Yakov: Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the grooms!

*Victor and Yuuri walk out of the church arm in arm, beaming.*

*crowd cheers*

Yurio: *aims his flower petals directly at JJ’s face*

*cut*

Phichit: Hey handsome, I caught the bouquet! Want to be in my video?

Seung-gil, off camera: Did you specifically ask to sit next to me?

Phichit, whispers: It was fate.

Chris, to Seung-gil: I saw him texting Yuuri.

Phichit, sliding in close to Seung-gil: Fate…

*cut*

Yuuri: Oh my god who installed a pole at my reception??!

Chris, toasting Victor: You’re welcome.

*Victor, tearing up* * Chris winks at the camera like he’s on The Office*

*cut*

Yuuri: I thought that was a bachelor’s night special!

Phichit, handing him champagne: It’s too early to say.

*cut*

Phichit and Chris: As joint best men for our speech, before we got on to embarrassing university stories, we thought we’d talk about the qualities that make Victor and Yuuri such a great couple.

*brings up a powerpoint*

Phichit: Ass.

Chris: Booty.

Phichit: The male form. 

*slides change*

Chris: Now as we can see from this shot, Yuuri is blessed with ample…

Yuuri: I don’t know what else I expected tbh. Victor, more champagne please.

Victor, lovestruck, bewitched, missing Yuuri’s glass and pouring it on his lap: Yes darling!

*cut*

Yuuri: Have you seen Victor? After we cut the cake he was crying and said he had to go thank Jesus or something??

Yurio, coming into the room: … you guys are not going to believe this.

*cut to outside shot of Victor clinging to the church spire, pants off, waving his cake at the sky*

Victor, screaming: I’M GAY! THANK YOU JESUS!!!

Yurio, yelling: YOU’RE DRUNK.

Victor: Good point. I’m gay AND drunk, THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!

Yuuri, tears in his eyes: I love him so much.

*cut*

Phichit: Ok I may have had a little too much and flirted with that fireman.

Chris: You asked him to douse you with his special hose. It was incredible.

Phichit: At least they rescued Victor.

*cut*

Phichit, crying softly: Don’t forget me on your honeymoon!

Yuuri: Don’t worry, I’ll think of you every time I ask Victor to douse me with his special-

Phichit: NO!!!

Victor: I’m not sure how to feel about that.

Chris: Well he did just promise you a blow jo-

Victor, blushing, visibly excited, grabbing Yuuri and slamming the car door: WE’RE GOING NOW BYE.

*cut*

Phichit: So, how was the wedding for you?

Milla: The open bar was great except… Yurio got in.

*Yurio runs past on all fours, growling and spitting*

*cut*

Seung-gil: … how did this ring get on my finger?

Phichit: Don’t you worry your gorgeous head about it, you lily soft love muffin. 

*cut*

Michele: I think Victor went on his honeymoon pants-less…

*cut* 

Chris: We should’ve asked the firemen to help clean…

*pan out onto an empty room, tables messy with plates and glasses, streamers everywhere, Yurio is asleep on the ground, there is a small fire in one corner and Victor’s pants flutter from the chandelier*

Phichit: Worth it.

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Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons

Some of my favorite boy things™

When they stretch their arms up and their shirt raises so you can see a bit of their tummy
When you can see their binders under their tank top/shirt/hoodie/whatever
Face stubble
Side burns
When they have long hair they must tie up in order to keep it out of their face while theyre doing something
Boys with long hair in general
When you can see their boxers from under their shorts
When theyre so smol they must stand on their tip toes to kiss you
When theyre so tol they have to bend hella down to kiss you
Long eyelashes
When they have squishy tummies, thighs, arms, etc.
The smell of their cologne
When you’re cold so they give you their hoodie/jacket and you get to steal it
Their messy, soft hair
Their *insert amount of time* on T update
When they roll up their sleeves
How happy and calm they get when you pet their hair
Their soft moans when you make out with them or do other things to them
When they run their fingers through your hair as they kiss you
The dark circles under their eyes
Their freckles
Their grayish blue eyes
When they’re the big spoon
The way you can backpack (be the big spoon even if you’re smaller) them
When their chests are soft and you can use them as a pillow
When they actually know how to fuckin kiss
When they’re really loud and rough sounding most of the time but when talking to you alone have a really soft and calming voice
Their deep voices
Their high pitched voices
Their voices
When as soon as you ask them to stop touching/hitting on you for any reason at all they step off
How warm they are
How cold they are
How handsome they are
How cute they are
How gorgeous they are
How they are
I just
Love boys
So much

(Also yes of course this goes for trans boys, nonbinary boys, cis boys, all boys. If you are any type of boy I love you and this goes for you)

“We can escape to the great sunshine

We made it out to the other side…”

Au where Jack didn’t go to Samwell and after a few years and a cup with the Falconers he gets traded to a team in Canada, so now he lives around 2-3 hours from his parents.

Meanwhile Bitty graduates and is hired by Alicia Zimmermann to be her assistant, partly because he was a Samwell alumni but also because he was super sweet and brought a pie to the interview.

Bob tried to poach him within a week, but Bitty thought he was only joking. So did a lot of the retired hockey players once they tasted the pies including Mario. Alicia doesn’t allow Bitty alone with Bob or his friends anymore.

Which is why she made Jack promise to stick to him like glue during a charity event she won’t be able to attend, but that Bitty will be at.

“Jack, Eric is the most efficient and pleasant assistant I’ve ever had. He’s also charming, hard working and discreet, and when I had the flu last month he made me go home to rest and brought me chicken soup on his day off. If your dad or his friends try to take him from me again, I can’t be responsibly for my actions.“

This is how Jack somehow ends up playing interference and trying to distract Bitty from talking to anybody at the charity event.

And wow ok this isn’t exactly unpleasant and Bitty is gorgeous and funny, and played hockey.

Bitty is in the middle of trying to explain how increasing his social media would be beneficial, and how he could use his platform for good when Jack sort of blurts out.

"Do you wanna get coffee?”

And Bitty paused, looks at him and smiles, “sure! I’d be happy to go over everything with you again over coffee.”

Jack is too flustered to explain that was a very lame attempt to ask him out, so he goes along with the work orientated coffee situation with the intention of maybe asking him properly afterwards.

Of course, then shenanigans occur where Alicia thinks Jack is now trying to steal Bitty to be his assistant and casually invites herself over for the coffee, so obvs Jack doesn’t ask Bitty then.

“I trusted you,” she says very dramatically when he comes over for dinner that week. “How could you be trying to take my assistant?”

“I am not trying to offer him a job,” Jack groans dramatically, “I’m trying to ask him out!”

Alicia paused, considers this and does a complete 180.

“Jack! This is an amazing idea! I fully support this, oh I can’t believe I crashed your date.”

“It wasn’t a date,” mumbles Jack.

“Ok, we need a plan. You need to woo Eric, he’d be such a wonderful son in law.”

“Maman!”

Meanwhile Bob is quietly watching this whole exchange and making his own plan. He absolutely supports Jack’s interest in Bitty, and Alicia is right he’d be a wonderful son in law.

But also Bob does need an assistant since he can’t seem to keep one for more than 2 months at a time, so he’s now planning to steal Bitty while his wife is distracted playing matchmaker.

Bitty had no idea what’s going on, he just wants to continue working for Alicia since she’s so nice and amazing, save enough money to open his own bakery and try not to let in on the fact he has a massive crush on Jack.

I mean, how unprofessional would dating the boss son would look!?

No, he’s going to keep things strictly professional because that’s who he is, a professional who totally doesn’t have the hots for the son of Alicia Zimmermann.

One little thing about the banquet reveal that left me unsure whether to laugh or weep

I know the fandom’s collectively lose their minds over poor Victor for crushing on a guy who doesn’t remember grinding him, but has anyone talked about Victor’s face right before Yuuri revealed that he forgot the whole thing?

because here he is, thinking that’s Yuuri’s gonna talk about how he made Victor falls head-over-heels with his superb dance moves invited five-time-consecutive world champion Victor Nikiforov to be his coach.

yea tell them babe tell them how you make me yours with your half-naked eros *bashfully lowering my gaze*

preparing to hear bae narrate the beginning of our epic love story then we can announce our engagement, my memory of the night I first saw bae half-naked is very fond -


WELL WE ALL KNOW HOW THAT GOES LOL

Poor Victor lol I feel so sorry for the gorgeous Russian man T_T

Fragmentary colossal marble head of a youth
Greek, Hellenistic period, 2nd century B.C.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC

Although this extraordinary head has long been known, its function and importance have only recently been understood.  The youth, with long curling locks and a brooding expression, was originally part of a draped bust set into a marble roundel almost four feet in diameter.  It is probably among the earliest known sculptures of this type (imagines clipeatae) in marble and over life-size in scale.  It would have been one of several that adorned the walls of a particular grand space in the gymnasium of ancient Pergamon.  He may represent a young god or possibly Alexander the Great.  Even in its damaged condition, the head exemplifies the combination of sensitivity and presence characteristic of the finest Hellenistic Pergamene sculpture.

“I’m not letting you damn yourself!”

- Chapter 6: Family, The Awakening

art by @ichigomaniac

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{ 02.10 } 松浦 果南  彡☆

Happy Birthday Kanan! (*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡

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everyone in harry potter is a poc: hannah abbot (x)

A pink faced girl with a white headscarf stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. ‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table; the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

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I want us to be ravenous for victory until the very end.” - Miyuki Kazuya

Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.

“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”

“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.

“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”

Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”

“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.

“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”

“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.

“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”

“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.

“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.

“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”

“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.

He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.

“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.

“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”

“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”

“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.

“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”

“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”

“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.

“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.

“What?”

“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.

“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.

“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.

“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”

“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”

“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.

“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.

“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”

“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Hell to no.” he confessed.

“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.

“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.

“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.

“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.

“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.

Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.

“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.

“I’m- I’m not that-”

“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.

“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.

“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.

“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”

“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.