i like all of these but the one for white ugh

Ugh seems like all the gaysians in Melbourne are only attracted to mediocre white guys. Tonight at The Peel, like always there was one white guy flocked by three-four Asian guys. I don’t get it? These white guys aren’t even good looking. Even the three Asian daddies dancing next to me were scrolling for white guys on grindr. 😒😒😒

So this is a totally useless rant, but as a skinny girl, I’m getting extra, extra tired of fat-shaming.

I work for a corsetier at a Renaissance Faire. We sell corsets. Not flimsy bullshit costume corsets; like real, durable, waist-training corsets. Today a woman came in with her boyfriend, so I helped her pick out a corset and try it on. While her boyfriend—who was decidedly enthused about the whole corset thing—sat watching me lace her in, he told me, grinning, “Of all the good jobs at the Renaissance Faire, I think you have the best.”

I shrugged in agreement. “I touch butts and reach down cleavage all day; I mean…” Because we like to be a bit rakish at the Faire, and, y’know, it’s true. Tying people into corsets pretty much invariably requires getting handsy.

The couple laughed at that, and the boyfriend said, “That’s the job I would want!” But then he chuckled again and said, offhand, “Or maybe not; while we were looking at the racks, there were some pretty big sizes on there!”

Our sizes are all done in inches, and the biggest we make is a 46. And you’d better believe our large sizes sell. For a second I wasn’t sure what to say to the guy’s comment, but I answered him casually. “We get a lot of beautiful big ladies in here.” Because we do. “We make corsets for real women, not Barbie dolls,” I added. Wasn’t trying to be smart, just kind of tossed it out there because that’s the line we like to use when people ask about larger sizes, and because, again, we do.

The boyfriend went quiet at that; I didn’t think anything of it, I just kept on lacing. A moment later, he said, a little awkwardly (but sincerely enough), “Didn’t mean to be offensive.”

I quickly smiled and brushed it off, said he wasn’t, said I was just saying. (Don’t want to make the customers uncomfortable, you know?) And that was the end of it. His comment had rubbed me the wrong way, but it wasn’t a big deal. Now, I wear a 20-inch corset. I’m a few cup sizes short of being one of the Barbie dolls. Like his girlfriend, I’m one of the “hot chicks”; he doesn’t have to worry about offending me by implying that I wouldn’t be fun to poke and pull at.

Honestly though, of all the people I fit sexy technically-undergarments to in a day, fat girls are maybe my favorite people to lace up. Because they are just so damn happy that we have stuff that fits them. They are so damn happy that the corsets we make in their sizes are all the same pretty, shiny colors and cool flower/dragon/skull/etc. prints that the smaller corsets are, not ugly beige and boring “granny” colors. They are so goddamn happy that at least one (of several on the grounds) corset shop carries things that they can wear, that they actually want to wear, and that they look fucking awesome in. This is only my second season working, and we’ve fit 60+ inch waists and double-K busts. The only people we’ve ever had to tell sorry, we don’t have anything that fits them, are twelve-year-old kids.

It’s half-wonderful, half-heartbreaking how excited those women get. Women who say with sad smiles, when we ask if they want to get fitted, “Oh, no, you don’t have anything that fits me,” and then are stunned when we’re 300% confident that yes we do, and we have options. Women who can’t stop smiling and looking at themselves in the mirror after we’ve got them laced in.

I had a lady last week whose waist I measured (cinching the tape tight, as per procedure) at 41 inches—honestly not all that big. So she picked out a 41-inch corset to try on. I could tell halfway through getting her laced that it was going to be a bit big for her, so I mentioned it and said she might do better to try a smaller size. She started crying on the spot. She was so overwhelmed; she couldn’t believe someone had just told her that a 41 was too big. She told me about how hard clothes shopping was for her, how her mother would tell her she needed an XXXL instead of an XXL, how she had recently lost weight but still couldn’t wear certain colors because they didn’t fit or she wasn’t confident enough.

She did end up getting her corset, and after I checked her out she asked if she could give me a hug, so we ended up standing there hugging each other for a minute. While we did, I told her, “Do not ever let anyone tell you any bullshit. You are gorgeous.” She said, “I have a new boyfriend and he keeps telling me that.” I told her he was right, and to just keep telling herself she’s gorgeous; it was okay if she didn’t always believe it, but to keep telling herself anyway. (That’s how I talked myself through shit when I had bad anxiety.)

We all know fat-shaming is bad. The stupidity, fatphobia, and misogyny of it has pissed me off since I first became aware of it. But working with clothing, especially as figure-hugging and precise as corsets, has given me a new perspective on it—how much it affects people and just how shitty it is. Like, what does it say that I had a grown, only average-big woman crying into my shoulder because she was so overjoyed not to be the uppermost extremity of what a manufacturer can clothe?

My job rocks and it’s really rewarding, but sometimes it highlights some of the ugliest shit about society. I’m so glad I work at a shop that’s not bullshit about body types and operates with more people in mind than just scrawny white chicks like me. The fat women I work with are a ton of fun to lace up, and they’re so much more than their size—they’re cool, they’re smart, they’re funny, they’re sweet, they’re great to talk to, and yes, they’re hot. I’m so damn done with them getting short-changed and shamed by petty fucks who refuse to make them nice clothes, who refuse to even try to work for them, who refuse to consider them pretty. This whole rant was useless and won’t get read, but I had to vent because it’s been driving me nuts.

So actually, screw you, random dude. Fat girls are the highlight of my job.

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History

Decided to combine these two requests. Hope you like it!

Your eyes were growing heavy as you continued to stare down at the history assignment that was currently sprawled out on Archie Andrews’ kitchen table. The smell of pizza was wafting through the kitchen as the greasy box sat untouched on the kitchen counter; it was enough to make your stomach growl in anticipation but there was no time for that – not until you finished.

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You Look Like You Need a Drink (M)

Originally posted by hidden--demons

Summary: After a bad week with the worst luck imaginable, you happen upon a local dive bar run by an attractive young bartender who livens up your evening.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,221

Warning: Bartender!Yoongi, tattooed!Yoongi, sexual harassment, sexual themes, power play, manners kink, alcohol use, profanity

A/N: I wrote this last year for my dear friend’s birthday and swore this fic would never see the light of day. I have since “remastered” it, so to speak, so I’m sharing it here. SURPRISE!

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Pink

Steve x Reader

Summary: What does the color pink stand for?

Word Count: +2.8k | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. Oral sex (f receiving), one nsfw gif (directly under the cut) UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang before you bang, bitches)  

A/N: so, i wrote some kinks that Steve may have and i just had to write this down, ugh. show me some love, give me some feedback. and this is my first time writing steve x reader smut, so go easy on me

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Dress Code (m)

Originally posted by gotjhope

➾ reader x CEO!jimin

➾ word count: 6.3k words

➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…


The clattering sounds of typing, clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every morning, day in day out.

“Hey, are you almost done with those files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.

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anonymous asked:

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au sterek? <3

OK, I wrote you a quick little thing. :)

now also on ao3

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When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.

He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.

Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.

“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”

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The types and what I think of them based on what I've seen from my friends(and probably a little insulting)

~as an INTJ

INTP
- quiet
- can make a bitch face that makes you cry
- probably thinks u stupid
- says that MBTI is shit
- fashionista
- has an ENFP friend(“ENFP no!”)
- savage
- that friend who has ultra weird ideas when drunk
- probably most adorable smile on earth
- smart
- most of the time just rising eyebrows and blinking

ENTJ
- bossy af
- prima ballerina
- she is beauty she is grace
- she will punch you in da face
- always in warm socks
- also an actress
- knows how to build things
- basically good at everything
- will shout at you if you do something wrong
- probably slept with almost all male friends

ENTP
- a n n o y i n g AF
- never shuts up
- meme queen
- so loud
- not funny jokes
- make up queen
- at least smart
- thinks she’s better than you(and maybe she is)
- if you take a sip from her mug u die
- has an ENFP slave
- kinda selfish
- another fashionista
- if she laughs the whole room laughs with her
- soooo much self confidence wow

INFP
- THAT SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE
- garbage lord
- writer buddy
- has ton of OC’s AND GAY SHIPS
- cannot into decisions
- junky food
- understands(really)
- don’t like loud people
- constant lala land
- savage without even noticing
- 4w5
- has 8 minute long video of herself eating french fries on her phone
- impressive self control
- cute laugh
- cute
- the best person to rant with

ENFP
- can’t stay in one place for a minute
- suddenly disappears in a middle of a party
- daydreaming a lot
- cheerful
- likes to drink A LOT
- too many friends
- nice for everyone ugh
- that laugh which sounds like a puppy riding a pink bicycle in a tuxedo
- can bring ENTP back to earth

ENFJ
- mom friend
- has too many friends HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE
- gonna steal your friends without even noticing
- likes fancy drinks and kitschy things
- obsessed with doggos
- sudden outbursts of anger
- hypochondriac
- really anxious when driving
- doesn’t understand a concept of a personal space

ISTJ
- another bitch face
- can rise one eyebrow HOW U DO DIS?????
- doesn’t understand memes
- smart
- lack of self confidence
- secretly hates u
- wears comfy clothes but looks so good
- has a lot of savings but hardly ever uses them
- they knows better ok? don’t even try to tell them that they are wrong
- don’t particularly like pets
- perfect teeth
- so so so smart once again
- sometimes are rather calm but sometimes… don’t ask

ESTJ
- that kid who asks too many questions during your presentation
- constant bitch face
- hot
- stingy
- falls asleep during parties
- a rant person
- bossy
- hard working
- teachers like her

ESFJ
- will help you EVEN WHEN YOU HAVENT ASKED FOR HELP
- has a lot of friends
- drinks a lot
- hard-working
- daddy’s little princess/mama’s boy
- assertive
- smoking a lot
- tells everyone what to do

ISTP
- white Kanye West
- would kill u if u did something with his shoes
- likes weird electronic genres of music I can’t even name
- on 9gag all the time
- knows all memes
- League of Legends pro player
- can make funny faces
- looks like he was angry
- black humor(especially likes jokes about Jews)
- awkward silence gains a whole new meaning

ESFP
- the whitest person I know
- “what do u meat it was sexist?? it was funny!!!!”
- only wears yellow pants
- likes PE teacher probably a little too much
- can’t find a girlfriend
- will massage your feet if u don’t watch them properly
- has stupid ideas
- likes basically every person
- drinks wine at parties even though he says that true man should drink only vodka
- don’t know when someone is mean to him

ESTP
- loud
- hey lets go to the another city and get drunk!!! because why not
- class clown
- talks about her life too much like seriously
- and also about various secretions of her body
- probably gonna end up in jail
- smart and stupid at the same time
- lazy
- has problems with concentration
- talkative
- has problems with self-esteem which she covers acting out like a douche

Don’t take this personally lol
What's My Name? - KJ Apa SMUT

Originally posted by daddybetty

A/N: I wrote this because my Kiwi Kutie deserves more attention and more people need to write about him!!! Also he’s the loml & this is my fantasy lmao 😂 Anyways enjoy xx 

 Warnings: SMUT unprotected sex (wrap it up dudes),oral {male receiving} & swearing 


 It was aways fun visiting KJ on set for more reasons than one. Cole’s my best bud and we have too many laughs together we cant be in the same room for more than 5mins. KJ’s scene had ended so the director called for a short break. KJ approached me smiling like a little kid “Hey Baby” he sweetly pressed a kiss to my temple “Hey” I smiled “I missed you” he pouted “Babe we saw each other like 3hrs ago at home” I reminded him “yeah but still” he leaned forward and placed his lips onto mine hungrily,I got the idea that ‘i miss you’ was actually not the same one I was thinking of. 

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Locked Away

By reddit user Pippinacious

Six months. That’s how long almost half of the new hire last when they become social workers. Some will tell you it’s the pay, others will tell you it’s the stress, still others will complain about poor training or case overload or the broken system. But that’s all bullshit. The reason they quit is always the same; the kids.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write a Peter Parker drabble with that thing where one of them is putting on a new chapstick and the other asks to try it bc they wanna taste it, but instead of borrowing the chapstick they kiss them? With them being best friends please?

Finally, exams were over. You and your best friend, Peter, were celebrating by spending the day in the park with a picnic, courtesy of May.

You glanced to your left, where Peter was lying on his back with his eyes closed. His white t-shirt had ridden up a little bit to expose his toned stomach, and you forced yourself to look away before he could catch you staring and blushing.

It was difficult having a crush on your best friend. You two had known each other since you were toddlers, and he was so affectionate and sweet around you that it was impossible to tell whether he actually liked you.

“You okay?”

You looked back at Peter, his warm brown eyes now open and watching you in concern. You smiled softly.

“Yeah, just thinking,” you replied as he sat up slowly and used his hand to shield his eyes from the bright sun.

“About good stuff?” he asked, turning his head to keep looking at you. You smiled reassuringly.

“About good stuff.”

The pair of you fell into an easy silence, just enjoying each other’s company. The gentle warmth of the sun on your face, the joyful singing of birds in the trees, and your favourite person in the world beside you brought a content smile to your lips.

“Ugh I’m so tired,” Peter announced dramatically, falling backwards against you. You laughed as his back landed against your chest, and wrapped your arms around his torso without thinking.

“You’re so heavy,” you teased, tickling his sides gently. He squealed, sitting upright again and pretending to glare at you.

“I thought I could trust you, (Nickname),” he declared in a mock-hurt tone. “I thought what we had was special.”

You rolled your eyes, unfolding your legs from beneath you and resting them in his lap as you leaned back on your hands.

“You love me really.”

His eyes softened, and a strangely small smile tugged at his thin lips.

“Yeah I do,” he admitted, and your heart skipped a beat. You knew he didn’t mean it the way you wanted him to, but there was something about the look on his face…

You cleared your throat and looked away, pretending to be watching the birds in the trees as you prayed for the redness in your cheeks to fade.

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a chapstick, needing something to distract himself. Had he been too obvious when he’d said that? You two said you loved each other all the time, but your reaction had been strange. Were you beginning to realise he liked you?

You glanced over at Peter as he put on his chapstick.

“New flavour?” you asked, smiling knowingly. Peter had a slight obsession with flavoured chapsticks. He chuckled.

“Cherry. Wanna taste?” he asked jokingly, wiggling his eyebrows and pouting. You giggled, shifting closer to him.

“Yeah, alright.”

He held the chapstick out to you, but you ignored it. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you held his chin gently with your thumb and forefinger and guided his lips to yours.

You kept your lips pressed to his gently, not daring to move. You were about to pull away in embarrassment, when you felt Peter’s hand on your cheek and his lips moved against yours tentatively.

His lips were soft and careful, and the faint taste of cherry made you smile a little into the kiss. His fingertips ghosted over your cheek softly, and his long nose bumped against yours gently.

You pulled away reluctantly, your nose still nuzzling Peter’s. His eyes were wide and soft as they stared at you, and you giggled quietly as he bit his lip.

“Hey,” you breathed, moving your fingers away from his chin slowly. He caught your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours.

“Hey,” he replied quietly, a broad smile taking over his face. “That was unexpected.”

You chuckled. “Just a bit.”

Undiscovered

Undiscovered by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam

Sam, Dean, and Reader seek shelter in a storm, and find solace in each other.

Warnings: Inspired by Season 12, Episode 9, but no specific spoilers. EXPLICIT SMUT. Threesome (NO WINCEST), Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Fingering, Dirty talk, Language, Alcohol.

Word Count: 4068 | On AO3

This was inspired by an idea from my Over 30 sisters & my impulsive purchase of a J2 Sandwich photo opp for Seacon in April. Ahhh! I’m freakin out! :) Enjoy! 

Our boots crunched on the wet leaves as we moved quickly through the forest. The overcast sky and misting rain didn’t help since we were already cold in thin, gray jumpsuits. I shivered as I followed close behind Dean, Sam behind us with the stolen gun.

Suddenly we reached a clearing and I could see the outline of a small building. As we approached Sam and I kept lookout, and Dean went up to jimmy the door of the cabin. After looking inside a window, he stepped back and kicked the door in. Sam and I followed him inside, looking quickly behind us before barricading the cabin with a heavy dresser.

The cabin was dark inside with half of the windows boarded up, and the hodgepodge of furniture collected like dusty landmines. The earthy scent of rain and old firewood smoke filled the air. We spread out around the one room, searching boxes and crates. Sam banged open a rusty metal filing cabinet on the far wall, and laughed shortly as he saw what was inside.

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Teen Dad

Teen Dad

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none I think…

A/N: First of all, be safe kids, remember, abstinence. Anyways, let’s say Peter is in Senior year here. I made him a little older because, I didn’t want to make him a dad at 15 (: And, I didn’t really end it end it, but you guys could let me know if you want a Part two on how it ends, if not, it ends like this.


You paced back and forth.

How were you going to tell your boyfriend, Peter, that he, a 17 year old boy, is going to be a dad?

You two are currently in the middle of Senior year. Almost about to start the rest of your lives.

I guess it’s going to start sooner.

There’s already so many things going on in Peter’s life, you don’t want to add any more complications.

He’s living a double life as Peter Parker, a normal teen in high school, and Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood spider-man.

You thought Hannah Montana had it hard, but Peter’s Aunt May doesn’t even know his secret.

Oh my gosh, Aunt May.

What are you going to do about Aunt May?

She’ll kill Peter! Heck, she’ll kill you too!

So many thoughts ran through your mind, you felt– you felt like– you felt like you would–

Faint.

Bam! You fell dramatically, almost in slow motion, but not quite, on the floor. Unconscious.


Your eyes fluttered open.

“What time is it?”

You looked around. It seems dark already, “I guess Peter’s not home yet.”

You get up, walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You can see Aunt May from the living room. She’s reading a book, unaware that you’re in the kitchen.

You grab a glass and almost dropped it. You were still a bit dizzy.

“(Y/n)? Did you wake up from your little nap?”

“Huh?– Oh– I didn’t take a nap?”

“Really? I saw you asleep on the floor of Peter’s room?”

You shake your head ‘no’, she just shrugs it off and goes back to her book.

After drinking some water and eating some crackers, you go back to wait for Peter in his room.

You lay on the bed, hugging the pillow tight to your chest. The scent of Peter making you smile.

“I really have to tell him today,” you said to yourself. It’s been a few weeks since you found out and so far the only one that knows is your mom, who I should say, is very supportive and excited to have a grandchild. Your family was always chill with anything, so you weren’t afraid of them. You were afraid of what Peter might say, and what Aunt May would do. Aunt May is the sweetest but, when it comes to Peter’s safety, well, let’s just say her mom’s instinct kicks in.

You though for quite a while, it’s now or never.

You got up, throwing the pillow into his bunk. You were on your way to confess to Aunt May.

Aunt May has always loved you, ever since you and Peter got together at homecoming. You know, before he stormed off and left you. But before that, we were best friends. So of course, you knew it was for Spider-Man duties that he left you in a middle of a dance.

“Hey, Aunt May. Ca– Can I talk t– to you?”

She looks up at you and smile, putting her book down on the coffee table, she took her legs off of the couch patting it for you to sit down.

“What’s up honey bun?”

“Can– can you keep a secret? As of right now at least..”

“Sure thing. What is it?”

“Pr– omise not to get mad?”

She smiles, holding out her pinky.

You let out a sigh, hooking your pinky onto hers.

“Promise,” she says.

You clear your throat, taking your phone case off of your phone. There was three small pieces of the same sized paper inside.

You grab one of them and hand it to her.

“Here, I– I think you should have this.”

She lets out an airy laugh, “what is it?”

You tilt your head up, motioning for her to flip the white paper over.

She does it, speechless when she sees the image.

“Congratulations, o– on being a Grandma…”

She smiles, slowly bringing her hand up to cover her mouth. Muffling a sob.

Tears formed in her eyes as she looks at you.

“You’re not mad, right?”

She takes her hand off of her mouth, looking at you, laughing with joy.

“Oh my– (Y/n)! I– I– don’t know what to say!”

You can hear the joy in her voice. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing she’s happy for you and not mad whatsoever.

“Does Peter know?”

You were about to answer her question but is interrupted.

“Does Peter know what?”

You both turn to the door, Peter staring at you two crying messes confusedly.

“What’s going on?”

Aunt May, with tears down her face, walks up to Peter, grabbing his face and giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

“I’m happy for you,” she turns to look at you, “for the both of you.”

Then, she was gone, off to her room.

Peter watch her leave, then looks at you confused.

“What the heck is going on?”

“H– how was the training?” You said the last part quietly, Aunt May thought he was at a study group with some classmates.

“It was alright, now what’s going on?”

“Let’s go to your room. Go change and stuff first. You stink.”

Peter lets out an amused laugh, hugging you, “here, now you’ll smell as stinky as me!”

“UGh, Gross!”


After Peter got out of the shower, he walked up to you, wearing nothing but a towel, while drying his hair with another towel.

You lay sideways on the bed, “hurry up and put some clothes on, I’m gonna end up falling asleep before I even get to tell you what happened.”

By knowing how fast you can fall asleep, Peter puts his pajamas on in a snap.

You felt more confident in telling Peter after you told Aunt May, since she was extra super duper happy about it. You thought Peter would be happier than her, if it was even possible.

He jumps on the bed, on top of you. You grunt once his body hits you.

“Owwwww, get off! You’re too heavy,” you laugh.

He shifts to a more comfortable position next to you, hugging you close.

“Wait, I should take a video of this,” you say standing up, getting out of his hold. Peter lays there sad and confused.

“I didn’t get to take a video when I told Aunt May.” you ran around, getting your camera and tripod.

“Told her what?”

“Be patient, hold on,” you say, struggling to put your camera on the new tripod you bought.

You click the recording button once you got it to a good angle, jumping back on the bed, sitting in front of Peter.

“Wh– what’s going on? Why are you filming this?”

“You know,” you said, ignoring him and saying what’s currently on your mind, “if someone was to walk in, this would totally be embarrassing.”

He laughs, but you were serious.

Grabbing your phone again, doing the same thing you did before, you turn to Pete.

“This is what I showed Aunt May.”

He grabs the small sheet of paper.

At first he doesn’t know what it is but he soon gets it.

“Wait… are you?”

You nod, pointing to the small circle on the picture.

“See that little Pea? That smol little bean?”

“Ye– yeah?”

“That’s our little baby.”

“You mean? You’re pregnant? Wi– with my child?”

You smack his shoulder, “Duh! Who else’s baby would it be!”

“I know I know, I’m just–.”

Before he could say anything else, the door burst open.

“Did you tell him!”

Aunt May stood at the door, jumping up and down.

“Yes May, I told him.”

“Are you as excited as I am?” Aunt May tells Peter.

“You’re okay with it?”

“Heck yeah! I’m gonna be a Grandma!”

“That is so weird for you to say,” Peter says, calmly.

You turn to him, with a sad voice you say, “are you not excited? Or happy? I thought you would be…”

Tears began to form in your eyes as Peter looks at you with a worried expression.

May’s enthusiasm disappeared as well, she crossed her arms over her chest as she look at Peter, waiting for him to say something.

“I– I’m just worried. That’s all.”

“About what?”

“About a baby. We’re on our last year of high school. We have more important things to do. I still have that Stark Internship after all.”

Spider-Man: Homecoming

Okay, so like I’m still bitter about Andrew but Spider-Man: Homecoming was actually really good.
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• A film by Peter Parker - seriously that home movie was the cutest shit and it worked so well as a means to introduce Peter and his relationship with Happy. Like, he’s such a bouncy kid, so excited for his “Stark Internship.”

• Once again, excellent soundtrack. Marvel is really targeting their audiophiles this year and, like, I’m so here for it. Here, take ALL my money.

• Peter’s actually a motor-mouth (though not as much of a sarcastic little shit as I would have liked). Not to get too off topic here, but one of the reasons I love Spiderman and Deadpool, Spiderman & Deadpool teamups, and why I think Spiderman and Deadpool work so well together is because they’re both smart, sarcastic little shits who run their mouths off. I could go on and on about how much I love the Spiderman/Deapool dynamic and why it just *works.* But I’m focusing on Spider-Man: Homecoming here so I won’t. I guess my point is that it was really nice to hear Peter chatter away in Homecoming and to really see how smart this kid is. I mean, he and Ned HACKED A STARK SUIT. Successfully! Like, come on.

• Diversity - like real diversity. For the first time in a long time, the extras in a Marvel movie, in *any* movie, actually reflected real life (i.e., it wasn’t a sea of white people with one (1) poc). I really hope we keep seeing more movies that do this.

• Ned. Ned. NED. A true friend, the ride-or-die friend, a v precious v smart cinnamon roll who’s just really excited to be a part of this chapter in his best friend’s life, and who is a part of this chapter in Peter’s life - not a sidekick, Ned’s got a role and it’s one Peter legit values. Ned: the real MVP 👏👏👏👏

• Zendaya is a gift, A GIFT I TELL YOU. A+ casting I’m in love. She had the best comedic timing I think Just, the whole movie she’d occasionally drop a line or make a gesture and it killed me. She hardly spoke yet she stole the fuckin show, beautiful. Get it Zendaya, can’t wait to see more of you in future movies, Marvel and otherwise.

• I’m actually really happy with how they wrote Liz. Like, they totally could have made her a bitch, the stereotypical pretty popular girl who doesn’t even know Peter’s name. But they made her really down to Earth and grounded. She not only knows Peter’s name, she’s legit smart, and actually pays attention and notices that Peter’s acting strange and cares about what’s wrong! Like, well done Marvel. Nice job.

• Speaking of good characterization: Flash. Finally! A bully that looks and behaves like a bully. Not a muscled up, dumb, meat head who everyone in the audience can see coming a mile away, but just…. a normal, mean dude. You know, like the bullies in real life. 

• Okay, so I know the fandom keeps joking about how Aunt May keeps getting younger and soon she, too, will be a child. But I gotta say, Aunt May was awesome in this. She’s so cute, and I want her wardrobe, and omggggg the montage where she’s helping Peter get ready for the dance ❤❤ I like this Aunt May, good job.

• “If you’re nothing without the suit, you shouldn’t have it.” Hello Avengers callback wow. If you still think Tony Stark isn’t a hero unless he’s Iron Man, if you still think superpowers or a supersuit are what makes a hero after this you can unfollow me right tf now.

• ParentalFigure!Tony Stark. I am LIVING! 

• K.A.R.E.N. is lovely and I adore her. I love that Tony programmed a nurturing and encouraging personality into her. This whole movie dropped subtle hints at how hard Tony is working to be Not Howard™ for Peter and I love itttt.

• Happy!! We haven’t seen much, if any, of Happy since IM 3 and I’m so “happy” 😉 he’s back (plsdon'thurtme). And he’s sooo the cranky Uncle who cares deep down in his pinky toe. It’s wonderful. And! And!!!! He, an adult, openly and honestly admits he was wrong and apologizes to Peter, a teenager, who was right. Like, when’s the last time that happened in a film?

• “It’s been in my pocket since 2008” are you fucking kidding me Marvel??? Since Iron Man fricken ONE (1)??? Tony you’re WHIPPED and I love it.

• That Scene where Peter is trapped under the concrete holy shit. That was The Moment™ I was finally sold on Tom Holland and this new Spiderman, w-o-w. Acting. Wow. First Spiderman movie where we, the audience, are forced to acknowledge that Spiderman is a 15 year old CHILD. He’s still learning how to do this whole superhero thing, and in this moment he’s fucken terrified. 

He could have been at the dance, having a grand old time with his friends, you know, being a “normal” 15 year old. But no. He decided to go stop a bad guy, even without his suit, because it was the right thing to do and now he’s being crushed and he’s scared but goddamn if he doesn’t pick himself up and go because he’s Peter. Fucking. Parker. He still fights the villain, even after discovering who the villain is, AND fricken saves said villain because guess what?? He may be a 15 year old child but let’s not forget that he’s also a 15 year old fuckin HERO. I remain steadfast in my opinion that the only true difference between Spiderman and Deadpool is that Spidey actively tries NOT to kill people while DP doesn’t really care all that much and that’s why they get along so god damn well, they just complement each other man idek

• Poor Steve. Poor, poor Steve. Patience, is it really worth it? (Yes. Yes, it is Steve)
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9.5/10 - yet another Peter Parker Spiderman film but, like, this was actually done really well?? So, yeah.

Anyways, if you’re hesitating to go see Spider-Man: Homecoming in theaters…. I get it. I do. I, too, was all: “Not another Peter Parker movie, ugh.” And yeah, go see Baby Driver or Wonder Woman (a smaller movie featuring characters with disabilities and a female-led diverse superhero movie respectively) first if you haven’t seen them already. Lord knows Spidey’ll be fine if you don’t see it in theaters right away. That being said, you should definitely go see Homecoming in theaters. It’s worth the money.


dirty water // fratboy luke

hey guys! it has been ages since I wrote something, literally like a year so apologies if it is rusty lol (also title may change i just can’t think of anything rn rip)
description: you have just started at the same university as your brother Calum and he has made it clear to his fraternity brothers that you are off limits. that doesn’t necessarily mean you, or any of the boys, will abide by his wishes. 

word count: 3,155 :-)

“And now I have to walk all the way to his frat, just to get them,” you huffed, tugging the laces of your Nikes tighter as you sat on the edge of your bed. The white comforter crinkled as you shifted your weight to put on the other shoe.

“You want me to come with you?” Your roommate Jasmine asked as she lay in her bunk, laptop opened to her most recent biology lecture notes.

“No it’s fine, it won’t take me that long. I just don’t want to do it,” you laughed, standing up.

“Fair enough,” Jasmine laughed, turning her attention back to her notes.

“Dinner when I get back?” You asked, a hopeful look on your face. Jasmine nodded, pressing the home button on her iPhone,

“Mae should be back from class by then.” You pumped your fist in the air,

“Yesssss, I’m famished.” Jasmine just laughed and shook her head as you pulled the door shut behind you.

Dressed in leggings and an oversized t-shirt you started your trek across campus to Greek Row. Your older brother Calum had borrowed your car the past weekend to go on a little hiking excursion with his frat brothers. His justification was that your car handled better in the mountains and back roads, but you knew he was just jealous of your Jeep Wrangler. Nevertheless you let him borrow it and now he was making you walk to his frat, Phi Kappa Psi, to get the keys, rather than bringing them to you. Classic.

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The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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Potion No. 9

pairing: daveed x reader

requests: could you do Daveed X younger reader, where reader is like 18-20 and they start dating and the reader’s parents get really weirded out over the age difference?

summary: it’s time for daveed to meet reader’s parents. that’s it that’s really all i’ve got.

warnings: swearing, smut, semi-public/public sex, D/s, daddy kink, light bondage, praise kink

word count: 4,320

a/n: title is part of title of a sandra bullock movie but i used it as lyrics from lotus flower bomb by wale, which i recommend u start to play during the sexy time at the end ok. i know it’s barely still valentine’s day but I WROTE THIS all in one day it’s been a wild ride. i wanted to get this up ASAP but i’m messy and wanted to write one more sex scene i’m sorry buds but i hope you enjoy it anyway!!!!!!!!!!


“Are you ready, babe?” You peer into the mirror, adjusting the clasp on your necklace. The small heart-shaped garnet glints in the light and your heart flutters, remembering Daveed gifting it to you just this morning.

“Just a second,” he shouts from his bedroom. “I can’t get this fucking tie on straight!”

You snicker, tucking your lipstick into your small clutch. “Come out here and I’ll do it for you.”

Daveed grunts and shuffles out into the living room with his suit jacket draped over one arm and a sour look on his face.

“Why are you pouting?” You ask, fingers deftly untying the crooked knot and starting over again.

“I’m too old to not know how to tie my own tie,” he huffs, shoving one hand into the pockets of his dress pants.

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