i hope we did it justice


This is a Spencer x reader fic requested by @221bwinchester. I’m not gonna lie, I totally based this off of a Parks and Rec episode, so I hope I did both shows justice! Please enjoy :)

Spencer  is surprised to discover that the two of you are pregnant… with triplets.

“T-t-triplets?” Spencer stuttered incredulously, “A-are you sure?”

“Yes, there’s one baby, two babies, three babies,” The doctor said, pointing at each little blurry blob that was a baby in succession.

“So, doctor, um, what do we do? Like, um, eh-what do we do? I mean, triplets.”

“Well, y/n is going to have to take a break from work for a little while. Avoiding stress and getting a lot of rest will definitely benefit the babies, and I can’t imagine racing around the country catching serial killers is exactly stress-free,”

You snorted out a little laugh at that, “Yeah, no, it’s definitely stressful.” Spencer tensed up beside you, but he grabbed your hand anyway.

“But, Dr. Reid,” The doctor continued, pointing an accusatory finger toward your husband, “I also need you to try to calm y/n down, keep some of the stress off of her, alright?”

“Yep, yep, yep, I can do that. I can definitely do that. I can. Okay. We’ll be fine. I can d-”

“Babe,” You laughed, cutting him off, “You’re rambling again.”

“Right,” He wrapped both hands around yours, “Sorry, not very stressfree, I guess.”

“I’m going to leave the two of you to process this,” The doctor said, “I’ll leave the sonogram up. Just call me in when you’re ready.” And then he stepped out of the small room, leaving you and Spencer to bathe in your shared surprise.

“Spence, what are you thinking?” You asked softly after a few beats.

“This is great,” He breathed out quietly, squeezing your hands beneath his, “It’s amazing!”

“But…?” You asked. You could tell there was something in that big brain of his that he wasn’t sharing, a thought or feeling that scared him, and it was important that he shared this stuff with you, so you pressed it gently.

Spencer smiled because of course you caught him, and he pulled away from you, not out of discontentment, but so that he could pace around the small room.

“It’s just… do you have any idea how much it costs to take care of one baby, let alone three?”

“It’s a lot but-”

“If we multiply all of our future expenses by three, it's… not good considering we both have government salaries and-”

You stopped him with a laugh, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one stressing out? In 9 months I’m going to be pushing three babies out of me.”

Spencer melted into you a little, “I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m supposed to be calming you down, not the other way around.”

“Spencer, I want you to look at me,” You tapped at his chin until his eyes had nowhere to look except into your own, “You’re going to be an amazing father.” He fidgeted, as if about to dispute it, but you knew it was true so you remained steadfast, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m going to be a good father,” He mumbled

“Sorry, I can’t hear you. What’s that?”

“I’m going to be a good father.” He said a little louder, more clear, as a small smile poked out at you.

“There you go, now was that so hard?”

Spencer wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head as he watched the sonogram. He pressed a kiss to your temple, “You’re gonna be an amazing mother, y/n. 

“Thank you, Spencer.”

You stayed in silence for a little longer, just contentedly watching the little forms of your blurry future.

“And hey,” Spencer piped up after some time, “If we ever do have trouble, we can dump them on the team and have them help us.”

You snorted out a small laugh at that, lightly swatting at your husband’s chest, “Alright, Spence, I think it’s about time we called the doctor back in here and finished the appointment.”

A Moment Alone

For @reiswonderlanduk.  Now I can give you your birthday present.  Happy belated birthday Rei!

Based on this fabulous art

Rated: K

“How much farther?”

“Almost there.”

Anna’s excitement was bubbling over.  She was trying to go slow and let her sister take the lead, but she was almost certain where they were and the stretch of path should be straight.  She picked up the pace, not able to wait another second.

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He’s the only one that got an invitation like that >:}

Look @angel-with-a-pipette I finally did the thing we talked about forever ago. Hope I did it justice >.<

anonymous asked:

I need a cocky smirking McCree x reader; I'll do anything

Originally posted by inccption

“you come to see the show, darlin’?”

mccree’s voice is a honey-coated drawl, slick and certain. he always sounds so sure of himself, but there’s something about his voice that takes it a step further: a kind of self-assuredness that borders on … well, cocky. around you, at least.

you roll your eyes in exaggerated disinterest, keeping your eyes down on the task at hand. the weaponry at base was woefully ill-prepared for battle - seven years out of commission had left most of the guns and armor as little more than scrap metal. you had dedicated yourself to fixing them up as best you could, but hours locked in a closed room, with nothing but polish and gunpowder fumes, had made your head spin beyond belief. it had been a pain in the ass to haul most of your equipment outside, but at least you had fresh air. 

and, as it turned out, some company.

mccree strolled up ( really, there was no other way to describe it ) to where a heap of pistols lay, reaching in with nonchalance to inspect this one and that. more than once, his hand nearly - nearly - grazed your knee, but neither of you commented on it. you wondered if he was doing it on purpose, but it seemed like quite a lot of work to just try and rile you up ( if that was in fact what he was trying to do ).

“now this is a mighty fine piece!” you lifted your head to see mccree holding a sturdy pistol in his hand. the metalwork was done in solid silver - really, it was a little old-fashioned to your taste, but you had to admire the way mccree handled the weapon. he turned it over in his hands, running his fingers gently over the framework, and finally, flipped it neatly over, so that it was resting securely in his grip. “oh, yeah. a real thing of beauty.”

“it’s gotta be rusted all over by now,” you protested, forgetting your polishing. “and it probably can’t even shoot! i don’t even know how it got in the pile, to be honest.”

“well, now, i’m … pretty good at getting things to come about when i want them to.” and you swore the look he gave you was a smirk, but before you could confirm it, mccree had turned on his heel, facing the ramshackle targets that tracer had set up earlier for target practice.

you snorted, to indicate your derision, but you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on mccree nonetheless. he adapted a stance with both arms up, fingers curved around the handle, his profile facing you. standing completely still, eyes on the target, it looked like he was simply measuring the distance - but you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was posing for you. with your attention fully on him, mccree suddenly pulled back on the trigger, and a series of deafening shots exploded across the field.

it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he had hit every one.

mccree paused; raising the pistol to his lips, he blew away the thin trail of smoke rising from the barrel, before strolling back to where you sat, stunned. spinning the gun in hand, he proffered the barrel to you; as you reached up to take it, he suddenly slid his grip up, so that his fingers were brushing yours.

“let me know if you’d ever like a repeat performance,” he said, lightly, and that damned smirk of his slipped across his lips as he took in your expression. tipping his hat to you, he ambled away, whistling a tune on his lips that, hidden from you, had broken into a wide, self-satisfied grin.


Wes Weston hates everything, at least at the moment.

It’s so obvious that Fenton is the ghost boy. He figured it out during the craze of claiming anyone who had the slightest resemblance to Phantom was actually Phantom. Wes was, at one point, accused, and he responded with, “uh no, there are people who have so many more similarities with him–”

And it all just clicked.


But no one believes him. They all laugh him off, joke that maybe he’s trying to cover up for being Phantom – at least until a ghost attack happens and they all see Wes standing there watching with them – then they write him off as crazy.

He starts to question it, sometimes, but when he mentions his theories and Fenton is actually around Fenton just shoots him this look, like – like he knows that Wes knows, and finds the situation hilarious.

(He’s seen the same look on Phantom, come to think of it.)

He thinks that’s going to be the worst of it. But, nope. Fenton continues to make his life miserable by rubbing it in Wes’s face.

When no one else is around or paying attention, Fenton’s eyes will flash green. He’ll reach his arm through the locker to grab books, or suddenly appear in the middle of a deserted hallway and scare the living daylights out of Wes.

It’s driving Wes insane.

But he’s never quite prepared enough to get a video. No one else believes him, and either way Fenton never pulls this shit when other people are around. All he has are baseless claims that Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom.

So, currently, Wes hates everything, because apparently the world hates him too.

Milkshakes & Fries

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Anon requests: hey omg i love ur writing so much i was just wondering if u could do a jughead imagine where reader is scared to tell him shes asexual and is making a big deal of ut and when jughead finally cpnvinces her to tell him he laughs which makes reader upset but hes actually laughing bc hes asexual too and cant believe she was making such a big deal out of it and just fluffy fluff THANKS

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (Platonic)

Description: (Y/N) always drinks her milkshake, so when she doesn’t touch it, Jughead knows something’s up

Warnings: one swear

Word count: 524

A/N: okay so I absolutely LOVE this prompt and I had so much fun writing it! sorry if it’s too short (and also the ending is pretty cheesy sorry), I figured short and sweet was the way to go for this prompt.  hope I did it justice!

We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s diner: Jughead had a laptop and some fries in front of him, whereas I had a barely-touched milkshake in front of me.  He noticed my lack of appetite and lowered the lid of his computer slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said, interrupting me from my thoughts.  “What’s wrong?”

“What?” I mumbled, looking up at him.  “Nothing, nothing, I’m fine, Jug.”  He raised his eyebrows and frowned, and I knew he didn’t believe me.  “I’m just not hungry, that’s all.”

“(Y/N), out of all the times we have come to Pop’s together, not once have you left your milkshake unfinished, nonetheless completely untouched.  Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Jug,” I insisted.  “I’m totally fine.  I’m just stressed… about school.”  Jughead disbelievingly raised his eyebrows again.

“School?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  “(Y/N), you’re smart and completely capable of mastering all your classes with ease. School is not the problem.”  I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

“Okay, fine, yeah,” I admitted, throwing my hands up in exasperation.  “There’s something that’s been bothering me lately.”

“What is it?” Jughead questioned.  I frowned and shook my head.

“I just… I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk about it yet.”  Jughead sighed but nodded in understanding, to which I replied to with a thankful smile. He returned back to his laptop, munching on his fries.  Occasionally, his eyes would flick up towards me.  At one point, he reached his hand out and stole some whipped cream off the top of my milkshake.  When I showed no reaction, he slammed his computer shut.

“Okay that’s it,” he commanded.  “I respect that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about your problems, (Y/N), but for fuck’s sake I just stole some of your whipped cream.  From your milkshake.  And you didn’t even react at all!”  I groaned and pulled my milkshake a little closer to me.

“Alright, Jug!” I exclaimed. “I’ll tell you!”  I sucked in a deep breath, studying Jughead’s face.  “Jug, I’m… I’m asexual.”  I clenched my eyes closed and turned away from Jughead, expecting harsh judgement.  However, to my surprise, he started laughing.  Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at him.  “What?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” he tried to explain himself through his laughter, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be laughing, but-” he paused again as he let out a couple more laughs, and then he calmed himself down.  “Sorry, sorry.  I’m just laughing because… well, because I’m asexual, too.”

“What?” I exclaimed.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah!” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.  “God, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you for a while.  So thanks for the opportunity.”  He laughed again, and this time I joined him.  Once our laughter finally died down, I took a sip of my milkshake.  He smiled. “See, wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?”  I beamed at him.

“Not at all,” I laughed, stealing some of his fries.  He swatted my hand away but wore a huge grin on his face, and never had I been so thankful to have a friend as wonderful as Jughead.

Oh it seems we are allowed to post our @meowraculouschatnoirzine pieces now! This is titled how many tears did I shed over this boy’s hair haha I had a lot of fun drawing the dorky cat son and I’m grateful for the opportunity to have been able to participate in such a fun zine!

The Noodles of Reptiblr part 3: The ball python special! I really hope I did everyone’s colors justice… 
(Part 1) (Part 2)

More appreciation for the sweetest, loveliest snakes on Tumblr! 
Also, I wanted to give an honorable mention to Eos~ Best of luck sweetheart! We still love you~ <3

Magnus belongs to @dogpantry
Akihiko belongs to @citrusnoodle
Apollo belongs to @teleos
Hyperion and Eos belong to @wheremyscalesslither
Felix belongs to @the-long-dog
Clementine belongs to @tailsandco
Thresh and Rhea belong to @i-m-snek
Helia is @dailyhelianthus


I haven’t done one of these in A WHILE! But you guys have asked that I continue the series, so…here we go!

Quite possibly the most requested ALL GROWN UP characters, right behind Danny Phantom and Phineas and Ferb! Here are the Kids Next Door! I hope I did them justice!

What do you think?

💋Lake House (Grayson x Reader)

Summary: Grayson and the reader are friends and they go on a trip with a lot of friends and they are forced to share a bed for a week in the hotel and like Grayson takes off his shirt to go to bed so this makes the reader really embarrassed because she likes him and then she wants him to feel the same way and she puts her pajama which is only a T-shirt and panties and it’s all hot in the room and all!

Warnings: This was supposed to be just fingering, but I got carried away but sex.

A/N: I hope I did this justice for you! I decided to make it a camping trip type thing because I want to go camping so bad right now and it’s all I can think about! Requests are OPEN. (P.S. I hate myself for writing this cause now my emotions are all over the place)

Originally posted by lovershub

Originally posted by infinitygarner

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Art Collab what the lovely @bev-nap

We decided to do a fun art collaboration together of our wonderful OTP, Prompto and Noctis from FFXV! In this version, she did the coloring and I did the lineart! I hope I did some justice to our boys! It was loads of fun and I loved tackling another style that meshed so well with mine!  ✯

☆ You can find the sister collaboration >>here<< ☆
❧ ❧ In that collaboration you’ll find that I did the coloring and she did a fantastic job with the lineart!!


word count: 1,020 words
story peek: “i thought you were my girl and i pulled you into the janitor’s closet by mistake” AU
author’s note: lowkey this prompt gave me major fuckboy!peter vibes so we’re giving it a whirl ;-) ((( for more fuckboy!peter stories you can check out @hey-underoos and @hcllland for the greatest ones ever )))

It wasn’t a secret to anyone at Midtown High who Peter Parker was. Nor was it secret what Peter Parker did. Notorious for his charming good looks and borderline genius intelligence, girls fell at his feet left and right. However, he was the notorious school fuckboy.

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The Accidental Husband

Part 1 - Breakups and Marriages

Fireman!Dean x Reader

A/N: This is an AU inspired by the namesake movie. It doesn’t follow the same storyline, just the main concept.

Summary: Dean gets dumped and apparently it’s all your fault. That’s why he and Charlie decide that a little payback is not gonna hurt and, if it does, well… then it’s just karma.

Word Count: 1800+

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis @why-do-you-want-my-user-name @daydreamingintheimpala @driverpicksthemuusic  @mysoul4dean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  @amoreagron @spnfangirl1965 @aristtewinchesterholmes @thisisthelilith @chelsea072498 @skymoonandstardust 

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Of coming home to you - TDaL - Batman (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Having a soulmate is rough on its own. It’s even more so when your past together is less than stellar. Jason returns to Gotham and finds Tim waiting for him, but he can’t fathom why. 


For JayTim week: Valentine’s Day Edition and @nevolition. Because we both agree that angst is the way to go.

Day 3: Enemies to Friends/Lovers // Secret Admirer


Kuroo from @eicinic‘s Superman AU. 
Because Gin is amazing and deserves all the Kuroos in the world (so he better save it).

I’ve been listening to this song a lot while drawing, and I think the first verse is awfully fitting

There’s a war we can’t ignore, waging silence on our lives
We will overcome, let the cowards run and hide

We were born to take it back
This is revelational

I am not afraid

– Dillon Francis - Love in the Middle of a Firefight

deadpassion1901  asked:

Did you see that Universal added Phantom to their cinematic reboot of classic horror? I have to say I'm super worried they are going to butcher it. I don't have high hopes for Tom Cruise's Mummy. It's too much to hope that they'll give Erik's story any justice.

I just heard about that last night, and yes, I agree with you. From what I’ve seen, they’re trying to pull a Marvel Cinematic Universe but with classic Universal monsters instead of the Avengers. So we’ll probably have the monsters teaming up to fight…more…monsters. With Inception-like soundtracks. And explosions. And floundering attempts at witty dialogue. I imagine the creative meeting at Universal  went something like this:

”Right, so the kids like film series now. Lots of interlocking plots. And they like reboots and sequels.”

”Actually, sir, if I may? They don’t necessarily want reboots for the sake of rebooting. If they’re good reboots and series with compelling story lines and characters, then sure, but–”

”They like the Avengers. They liked Ghostbusters.

“Well, yes, but not–”

“They liked that Harry Potter one about the zookeeper with the suitcase.”

“Actually, the reaction was mixed–”

“And the one where Hermione marries the Beast.”

“Reaction was mixed for that, too–”

“Johnson, come here.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Patterson here seems to think that the kids don’t want reboots or sequels or series.”

“Sir, I was merely suggesting that we focus on the story and characters versus simply rebooting for the sake of–”

“What’s your take, Johnson?”

“I liked Batman Versus Superman. Because I like Batman. And Superman.”

“Okay, but–”

“And there was the Flash. I like the Flash. And Batman. I like Batman.”

“See? See, Patterson? People love cinematic universes.”

“That’s not what he said! He’s simply responding to something he recognizes, regardless of whether or not it’s interesting storytelling. There was no compelling character development or conceivable plot in Batman Versus Superman. It was pandering to the lowest common denominator and just like all these other sequels and reboots, it’s banking on the public’s collective nostalgia rather than channeling energy into developing new, compelling–”

“That’s it, Patterson!”

“…I…what’s it, sir?”

“Nostalgia! That’s it! We’ll capitalize on the public’s simmering desperation to escape the political and diplomatic shit show that has begrimed the world and take them back to a simpler time. And they’ll pay and arm and a leg for it. They will, mark my words. Disney’s doing it. Marvel’s doing it. DC is doing it. Ghostbusters did it with ovaries. We’re losing ground here–but we have something they don’t have.”

“…….What is that, sir?”


“…I don’t–”

“The monsters, Patterson! The monsters!”

“I like monsters.”

“See, there you have it; Johnson likes monsters.”


“We’ll do an Avengers-style team up of them all: Dracula, the Wolfman, Frankenstein, the Mummy–”


“And we’ll cast wildly popular leads like Johnny Depp and Tom Cruise.”

“Johnny Depp isn’t wildly popular anymore; nobody wants to look at him!”

“It’s fine, he’ll be the Invisible Man. Ohh, this is brilliant. There will be loads of explosions and action and Hans Zimmer–”

“Don’t you think this is a cop out?”

“And we’ll cast Zac Efron as the Phantom of the Opera and he’ll battle Chad Michael Murray’s Quasimodo for control of the button that will detonate all of Paris, and then Tom Cruise will slide in and save the day and Frankenstein’s monster will have a sex scene with the brides of Dracula while the castle explodes–”

“No, please–”



“Call the screenwriters. The Dark Universe is a go.”

“I like the dark.”

the timing is all wrong pt. 2- h.s imagine

Originally posted by irinagudronchik

after the many requests and messages, here’s part 2!

“Well technically she broke up with me.” Harry quickly added.

You wore a confused look on your face before you sighed and quickly told him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and headed over to the kitchen. You sat on one of the barstools and looked at him from across the counter. “What do you mean she broke up with you?”

Harry sighed and leaned against the counter. He played with his bottom lip before answering, “She claims that lately I’ve been neglecting her and focusing on you.” He looked at your expression before continuing, “She admitted that she’s always been jealous of how close we were. She made me choose between the two of you.” Your mouth dropped a little. Amazed that something so evil could come out of Brooklyn’s mouth. Harry stood back up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I was so mad that she would even think to ask me that. We started fighting and I just told her that i didn’t want to be in this kind of a relationship anymore.” You raised your eyebrow, beckoning him to continue. “So what happened?”

Harry sighed and looked down at his fingers. “So she took that as a sign and officially declared us broken up.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist., giving him hug. “I’m sorry, H.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t be. I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t respect our friendship.”

You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I don’t want to be the reason why you guys broke up though. Maybe I should call her. Talk this out.” You stepped out of Harry’s embrace and started to reach your phone before Harry grabbed your arm. “Y/N, me and Brooklyn weren’t right for each other. It was bound to happen at some point.”

You sighed and nodded. “So what do you wanna do then to forget about this? Do you want to throw eggs at her house?” You smiled, remembering the last time a girl broke up with Harry, the two of you got shit wasted and started to egg their house before running away when you heard police sirens.

Harry threw his head back in laughter, clearly remembering what you were referring to. “Actually, I have something else in my mind.” Harry replied, a smirk on his face.

“To be fair with you, I would rather be egging someone’s house right now.” You laughed, cracking an egg into a bowl. Harry came up beside you, hands full of all the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. He chuckled before saying, “I know but I’m in the mood for something sweet. And you know your chocolate chip cookies are to die for.” You flipped your hair back, “Oh I know.” Harry smiled at you before beginning to measure out the sugar. A devious thought popped into your head as you watched Harry. Slowly your hand started inching towards the flour bag. You grabbed a handful of flour and called out, “Harry?” As he turned to look at you properly, you released the flour into his face. You laughed loudly before adding, “Oops.” Harry smiled brightly and grabbed a handful himself and throwing it at you. The two of you began a food war, throwing handfuls of sugar and flour. Just as Harry was about to crack an egg above your head, your phone started to ring. “Time out!” You quickly yelled. Harry chuckled before nodding, starting to clean the mess you guys made. You giggled and pulled out your phone, “Hello?”

“Hey beautiful. Was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab some dinner tonight.” Louis replied on the other side of the phone. You picked a chocolate chip out of your hair and replied back, “Actually, I don’t really want to get ready to go out. Why don’t you come over with some takeout?” Louis nodded his head, already heading out the door. “Sure thing, beautiful. I’ll see you in a bit.” The two of you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up. You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry beginning to scoop out the batter and forming little balls of dough. Harry looked at you and smiled before continuing to roll out the dough, “Who was that?” You stood beside him once again, “Louis. He’s coming with dinner. You’re more than welcomed to join.”

Something in Harry suddenly clicked. Maybe he was enjoying the alone time you guys were having together but he suddenly he found himself jealous of Louis coming in the picture. He cleared his throat before subtly trying to ask, “What’s going on between the two of you anyways?”

Your cheeks instantly went red and you paused before saying, “I don’t know. We haven’t made things official but..I really like him.”

Harry nodded, his stomach instantly forming into knots. “I think I might just head home.” He then started to rinse his hands under the sink. You placed the cookies into the oven. “What? You don’t want to wait until the cookies are done?”

Harry shook his head before making his way over to you. “I think Jeff mentioned something about going out tonight anyways. I’ll see you later, ok love?” He placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you a hug.

You wore a confused look on your face before retuning the hug. You walked Harry to the door while he waved goodbye. After he left, you furrowed your eyebrows together. Weird. You quickly ran to your room and started cleaning yourself off before Louis arrived.

“God, it smells amazing in here.” Louis said while placing the Chinese takeout on the coffee table in the living room.

“Yeah. Me and Harry made some cookies earlier!” You called out, grabbing some plates and utensils from the kitchen. Louis sat on your couch, eyebrows furrowed together. “Harry was over?”

You walked back into the living room and placed the plates down. “Yeah. Him and Brooklyn broke up.” Louis nodded while staring at you opening a takeout box, “How is he?” You began scoping some rice onto your plate and replied back, “He’s actually fine.” Louis started to feel a pit of jealousy. Now that Harry was single, he could suddenly realize the perfect girl was right in front of him and..Louis couldn’t have that. He grabbed the plate out of your hands. “What are you-” you began to ask but was quickly interrupted when Louis brought his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, hands reaching behind his neck. He slowly laid you down on the couch and started to run his hand underneath your shirt.

The two of you were tangled together on the sheets of your bed. Clothes were scattered around in the hallway from the living room to your bedroom. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Louis’s naked chest while he snored the night away, hand resting on your lower back. You were about to drift off to sleep as well until a faint knock on the door made you open your eyes. You looked across Louis at the clock on the bed side table. 2:20pm. You slowly untangled from Louis. He stirred a little before cuddling more into his pillow. You grabbed his shirt and put it on before looking out of the peephole on the door.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” You asked, opening the door to see a disheveled Harry, smelling of alcohol. Harry’s eyes quickly went over your attire before he called out, “Oh no! I’m already too late aren’t I!”

You quickly shushed him and beckoned him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and quickly but gently pushed you against the door. He started to place kisses all over your face. “Harry? What’s going on?” You asked, gently pushing him away from you. Harry shook his head and tried pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be with him. We belong together.” You gasped quietly. Before you had the chance to respond, Louis came into the room with his boxers on. He looked between you and Harry. “Y/N?”

thank you guys so much for the requests and sweet messages about part 1! i hope i did everyone’s justice lol. let me know if you guys want a part 3! are you team harry or team louis? 

I Appreciate You (Peter Parker) Part 2

Summary: Peter finally has the chance to say I love you.

Warnings: Slight swearing, very fluffy, very cute.

Word Count: 1442

Requested?: Yes 

         It’s been three weeks since you finally dropped the official I love you to Peter while you thought he was sleeping. It also has been three weeks where Peter has been driving himself crazy trying to figure out when and how to tell you that he is just as in love with you. Unbeknownst to you, he heard you open up to him and wants take the next step into your relationship.

        Since he dropped by for an impromptu sleepover, Peter has been extra attentive to you. The morning after he woke up extra early to grab you breakfast from your favorite diner, serving it with a side of morning kisses and cuddles. Luckily your parent(s) slipped out early for a work shift. Throughout the rest of the weekend Peter stuck by your side, slipping out for no more than three hours at a time to attend his Spider-Man duties. Even then your superhero seems reluctant to leave. Throughout the following weeks at school, whenever you are with Peter he always manages to find some way to keep touching you. Whether it be playing footsie during class, an arm around your shoulder during lunch, or even having his hand on the small of your back when you walk together. Peter Parker could not keep his webby hands to himself!

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