i post him too much these days

Four rich fathers go golfing.

One of them stays behind to pay the bill and the other three proceed to the first hole. While golfing, the three fathers start bragging about their sons.

The first father says, “I am very proud of my son Arthur; he is my pride and joy. He started working at a very successful company at the bottom of the barrel and now he is at the top!  He became so rich that he gave his best friend a top of the line Mercedes Benz for his birthday.”

The second fathers says, “My son Ivan is also my pride and joy, I am very proud of him. He went to flight school to become a pilot and managed to become a partner in the company where he now owns the majority of the assets. He became so rich that he gave his best friend a brand new jet for his birthday.”

The third father says, “Well, well, well - congratulations! My son, Ludwig, is also my pride and joy and is also very rich. He became an engineer. He started his own construction company and became very successful and a multimillionaire. He built a mansion especially for his best friend.”

Then the fourth father catches up and they ask him how his son is doing.

The fourth father replies, "Oh, my son Alfred is gay and he makes a living dancing as a stripper at a nightclub.”

The three friends shake their heads and say, “What a shame, you must be so unhappy! How tragic.”

The fourth father replies with a bright smile, “Oh no, I am not ashamed at all! Alfred is my son and I love him just as well; he’s my pride and joy. And he is much loved by his friends too. Did you know that his birthday just passed and the other day he received a Mercedes Benz, a brand new jet and a huge mansion from his three suitors?”

Jin had the fastest time on that obstacle course, and he did it while talking shit the whole time.   

Shit talking before he even begins the course: 

Shit talking while actually doing the course: 

More shit talking After finishing (with the quickest time)

bonus (no words needed)

Sans Isn’t a Hero in Any Sense of the Word

I was willing to be quiet about the amount of Sans ass-kissing in the fandom, but a certain Youtuber dropped a vocal Megalovania cover and the comments are horrible. It’s not people who ship Fell!Sans and Swap!Sans, or love Bitty!Sans, or replace everyone in Undertale with Sans. It’s not that type of Sans ass-kissing. It’s people calling Sans “the epitome of good”, “the hero of the No Mercy run”, “striking you down with righteous fury”, etc. etc. etc.

Among the larger group of Undertale fans, even people who liked the game in 2015 and haven’t given it a single thought since then, there exists this insidious idea that Sans is this hero of justice, this calculating genius, this suave man with hidden (sexy?) emotional depths under his lazy front. We see art of Sans crying over a dusty red scarf in the No Mercy run. We get AUs (like Glitchtale) where Sans is the main scientist that everyone respects rather than Alphys (we even see Gaster replacing her in Glitchtale, but that’s another grievance to nail to another church door). We see art of Sans killing that evil, nasty Chara with his eye burning blue flame while the light of God shines down on this chosen, sexy Christ figure who brings nothing but justice and good!

What we have in canon is a fat, lazy skeleton who makes puns and willingly lets you kill everyone he’s ever known and loved because he’s too sad to try and stop you.

How the hell did we all get it so wrong?

I want to deconstruct these ideas one by one. Feel free to add on to this post or correct any mistakes i make. If you don’t want to read any further, just leave this post with this idea: Sans is not a hero or even a great person; he does not protect you, Papyrus, or anyone; he is not the smartest, strongest, or best character in Undertale by any means.

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  • Neil: I have fake contacts and dyed hair and I've changed my name 300 times just so the Moriyamas and my dangerous crime lord father couldn't track me down. I chose my town of residence in order to increase my chance of survival and I carry enough money on me so that I'll be able to run any time I want. I'm quitting exy the second it gets too dangerous I gotta watch my back

Every day, I see stuff in this fandom which disgusts me, but today I think I saw the absolute worst, and I’m sure plenty will agree with me. The majority of this fandom, I think, is full of wonderful, respectful people who only want the best for Harry and the rest of the guys but the past few days, I’ve seen so much stuff go on that is just wrong and far beyond too. 

Finding out where his hotels are, waiting for him, going inside the hotel and trying to find him when he’s on holiday, basically forcing him to have photos with you, and then when he asks you like the angel he is to not post them for a couple of days, you still do? That’s wrong. I’ve walked past him three or four times in the street, live pretty much on the same road, walk past his house regularly to get to the pub or go to the Heath, and the only time I’ve ever even dared to go up to him was at a live performance, when he was working

Standing outside his house in London and going through his rubbish? Pretty sure that’s illegal. And it’s wrong. You can’t invade people’s privacy like that and think it’s ok or that you should get away with it. It’s wrong and I swear if I caught anybody doing that outside his house, I’d knock them into next week.

Leaking his and his family’s private photos is wrong too. So what if they’ve been posted on a family member’s Facebook, it’s not your place to take them and share them. If there is no clear source or you can’t recall an event or day when it was, do not reblog or share.

Sharing private, heartbreaking information that nobody knows whether true or false and where you have ZERO right to share, is a disgrace and the person who does this and who leaks the photos (it’s the same person) needs to be reported at every single opportunity by everybody who is able to. 

Harry is an angel to every single one of us, even those who don’t deserve it, and it’s time some ‘fans’ started giving him a little bit of respect back. Some of you really do disgust me and make me ashamed to be associated in the same breath. I hope Harry knows that this is just a small minority of people. This is a man who walks around London and Holmes Chapel with no security, because he should be able to; he shouldn’t have to hide away from fans but the way some of you act are going to make him go that way one day and then you’ll be the ones crying over how he never has time for you. You know what? You brought it on yourselves.

So here’s a question.

Did Kravitz go to Taako’s funeral? How about Lup and Barry?

On one hand… maybe they would want to? To make sure everything is done the way Taako wants it? No matter what Taako says about it, they’re his family; it would feel like abandonment not to go. Taako laughs at them when they discuss it ahead of time, but they don’t change their minds. There are people there who knew Taako and won’t see him again for a long time, and those people could use some comforting at least.

All three of them say some words at the service, share some funny stories, and that part is nice. Lup doesn’t watch when they lower the casket because fuck the circumstances, that’s still her brother in there. Kravitz and Barry are stoic, but she holds both of their hands anyway because she knows their tells and she knows how they’re really feeling. When everything is done, they don’t linger.

Taako is waiting on all of them in the Astral Plane. They get home and Taako wants to make some joke about it but suddenly all three of them are hugging him. He just lets them, and they don’t do much for a while besides stay close to each other; funerals are hard, even when they’re just a formality. 

excerpt from an AU in which Severus Snape shaped up, stayed friends with Lily, and was an Order spy from the very beginning 

Severus didn’t call his mother, but he met Dumbledore in the ice cream shop’s massive freezer and passed him vials of wispy memory. He surrounded his bedroom in Silencing Spells eight inches deep and radioed Lily as summer turned slowly to fall.

More and more of Lily’s stories started to be about James. Severus remembered sitting on the school steps and listening to her talk about Petunia arguing with teachers four times her nine-year-old size about homework and human rights violations. He hadn’t heard a Tuney story in years, just caught her sideways glare and ladylike sniffs when he’d visited over summer vacations.

He hadn’t heard stories for ages, but he wasn’t sure Lily ever gave up on anyone. Maybe she should, but he was grateful all the same that she didn’t. He was grateful, but he was also listening to daily recountings of her adventures with James Potter, and he was trying not to be bitter. Be better, not bitter, Sev. She’s happy. She’s alive.

Lily saw her first action a week after Severus did. Still high on adrenaline, she whispered to him until almost dawn the night after– light and fire, the way fear balled up in her throat, how she’d dropped her wand but punched a Death Eater in his jaw. Remus had healed up her knuckles and Alice had snogged Frank in the aftermath and Moody had called them all infants.

“They were going for the Prophet’s editor’s grandchildren,” Lily said sleepily. Severus sat cross-legged on his tucked bedspread, books open around him, overbrewed tea cold where it was levitating beside his left shoulder. “Susie-Lynn and Anthony. They’re off in– off somewhere safe, now.”

“Good,” he said. Then, “Did Potter tell you you’d never looked prettier than you did covered in blood and dirt and rage?”

“Oh you shut up,” she said, and he could almost hear her blushing. He almost smiled, and he knew she could almost hear it, too. “He did, actually,” she added. “Don’t– don’t say anything or I’ll– I’ll tell Mum about the summer our third year, with the slugs, don’t think I won’t!”

Severus didn’t tell her about his first action.

He’d come home smoky and ashen the week before and flicked on the radio and told her instead about the birthday party of an eighty-six year old he’d glimpsed from the back of the ice cream shop that morning. They had stolen each other’s dentures with Accio, cackling old grievances and scorning each other’s sundae choices. “It’s true,” Lily had said. “Pistachio and bubblegum is a garbage combination.”

“But what about with cookie bits on top,” Severus had said, trying to pretend he wasn’t slumped nearly facedown on the bed, unmoving from the place he’d collapsed as soon as he walked in. “Doesn’t that just pull the whole thing together?”

Maybe if he was braver he’d have told her about green flames. Maybe if he’d loved her less he’d have told her about conjured fire, a stubborn Muggleborn’s empty childhood home, how he had stood there in the ghastly flickering light, trying to figure out what he would have done if it hadn’t been empty. If anyone had been home. If they hadn’t run fast enough.

He had thought, as they burned timber and bedding, tables and rugs and patterned wallpaper– if I could separate Crabbe from the group, get him alone to Stun. He had thought, if I could distract them, if I carried a pocket-sized Portkey, if I’d learned how to do Cloaking spells wordlessly. Then he had snatched up all those thoughts and set them to the side and told himself, No.

If none of those things worked. If they were home, and we were here with fire in our hands, and there was no way to save them without betraying the mission– what would I do?

What will I do?

But he had told Lily instead about the way wispy old heads of white hair had been laid on bony old shoulders, the way the gang had snuck all their extra cherries into the little paper cup of the friend they knew loved them the most. And she had talked about how excited she was, how nervous, to be going into the field for the first time in just a week.

Read More: a life of smoke and silvered glass by dirgewithoutmusic/ink-splotch


what this world is about by isntrio

Harry comes to Louis looking to take, take the gasp of his breath when Harry pushes his lips against his own, the nails digging into his back, his scalp. He takes the shade of blue Louis’s eyes turn when he comes and he takes the little noises Louis makes and he takes Louis’s cold hands and makes him warm and he takes the air Louis breathes and he tries to give Louis something, too, but what Louis gives him is so much more.


An eighties American high school AU; there are first times, football games, and feelings.

Alternatively titled: the beginning.


Lotta design work went into this episode. I had fun making P.O.I.N.T. headquarters and the Powitzer, and made some changes to the point crew: Foxtail got a foxtail for hair as well as wrestling boots, Doctor Greyman lost his unitard, and @ryannshannon and I collaborated on Laser Blast’s redesign. Hopefully she’ll post her sketches too so you can see just how much love we put into him.

lillysweetdreams  asked:

tell us about your hoh taako headcanon!!!!!!

I mean if u insist lmao

  • taako got really sick when he was a kid and as an impoverished homeless orphan he proooobably didn’t get as much healthcare as he should have, and his hearing was pretty much shot afterwards 
  • he mostly has a hard time distinguishing between sounds especially in a busy environment 
  • a lot of his kind of aloof ‘i don’t give a shit’ temperament stems from him just not knowing what the fuck is going on so he kind of makes that part of his image?
  • lup is really good and supportive though 
  • they develop the most scrumbled together pidgin sign language from like a few signs they made up themselves, plus little bits of elven sign language and like different dialects from a bunch of different deaf adventurers they’ve met over the like 50 years of living on the road
  • which ends up being super useful during the stolen century because it’s way easier to develop a visual language than to try to develop or learn a spoken one when the other party doesn’t have the same vocal cord arrangement. this is definitely how they figure out the animal language in the first year 
  • the rest of the ipre gradually catches on. barry’s first bc he hangs out with them a lot in the first year and realises they’re gossiping and he wants in on it so he kind of tries to figure it out himself.
    • (he really only figures out what his name is and then calls them out when they start talking about him)
    • (his name is just jeans)
  • and post voidfish taako is pleasantly surprised when his new boss and colleagues know the very specific sign language he pretty much made up himself. surprised and also weirded out
    • so does this red robe dude? i mean much apprec’d on the interpretation but also what the fuck?????
  • I’m sure there are useful spells to improve hearing that he’d either use or straight up invent himself (and i believe transmutation would be the school they’d be in, too)
    • “hello sir I want to tell you about my day” “oh yeah sounds great ango lemme just *turns off fantasy hearing aids* okay yeah go for it”

in the heights au: everything is the same except sonny is actually invited to ninas dinner

170504 Kyoong Party - 1
  • Baekhyun: I will keep bringing you happiness. Thank you.
  • Fans: I love you
  • Baekhyun: You love me? Tell me that again.
  • Fans: I love you.
  • Baekhyun: Me too.
Batfam cleaning headcanons
  • Dick once accidentally sucked up Tim’s iPad charger with the vacuum. 
  • Damian once intentionally attacked Tim with the vacuum. They ended up having to cut his hair just to set him loose and Tim was not happy.
  • When told to clean his room, Jason would, without fail, stuff everything into the closet and drawers… only to be busted by Alfred. 
  • Cass tends to do the same thing at her place, but more because she genuinely thinks she’s cleaning? Alfred is appalled when he opens a closet door and Literally Everything pours out.
  • Damian and Tim once had a “Windex fight”. 
  • Dick is really bad for not pointing the nozzle in the right direction when dusting or cleaning, and has sprayed himself in the eye many, many times. 
  • Jason once mopped the kitchen and forgot to tell anyone… so Bruce came back from patrol and slipped, falling face-down on the floor. When confronted, Jason shrugged and said that if Bruce had let him go on patrol “this wouldn’t have been a problem”. 
  • There is an ongoing competition to see who can scare Damian while he’s cleaning and wearing his headphones the most. Dick is currently winning with 7 confirmed scares. 
  • Eight-year-old Dick being made to do the occasional chore (at the behest of Bruce, “to teach him the values of diligence and hard work”) and singing “It’s The Hard-knock Life” from Annie just to piss of Alfred and Bruce. It works. 
  • Dick fell out of a window once when he was cleaning one of the top floor windows. Tried to do it again because he claimed it was “good practice”. 
  • Steph is forbidden from cleaning or touching anything in Wayne Manor after breaking a rare, antique vase that cost $1.2 million. She’s allowed to sit on the couch though.
  • Babs definitely stress cleans. Like, everything in sight. Don’t leave your stuff out when Babs gets really stressed because she will probably throw it away.
  • Dick dances and sings while he cleans, which means it takes him much longer and gets on everyone’s nerves because it’s usually cheesy pop or 80′s tunes. 
  • Bruce once took it upon himself to clean his own shower and Alfred found him laying on the bathroom floor, barely conscious, a strong fume permeating the room:
  • Alfred: *coughing through the fumes* Master Bruce! What on earth is— is that fear toxin?! Laughing gas? 
  • Bruce: No… *weakly points to a spray container* I used too much… Cillit Bang…. 
  • Alfred: *slowly stands and leaves the room without another word*
HAPPY (belated) FATHER’S DAY! 🏈🍔🍺

H I Y A, G U Y S!

✨🍺Wether you celebrated yesterday or not, I hope you all had a GREAT day either way!!! Personally, I’m ECSTATIC to wanna share my dear daddy pops with y’all– Since he’s a big inspiration for one of the characters on this blog, I figured it’s relative to post here!! 🍺✨

✨🏈SO every soul on this blog has several inspirations and references to make them what they are- I base a lot of PT’s looks and character on figures like Maui, Kerubim Crepin and Jack Sparrow, especially in his younger years. As he gets older, he evolves into more of a Shifu/Iroh type with sprinkles of Kerub.✨🏈✨But what I’m eager to express is how much of PT’s expressions,😊 habits,✌️ reactions😱 and phrases💬 come from my own dad ! 🏈✨


✨🍔 His adorable way of taking selfies, his misuse of emojis, his painfully ridiculous sense of humor, his unbelievable reliability, his selfless nature, his STRONK HUGS… A very classic dad-type, and boy does he love living up to the dad stereotypes. Even his name is “Dave”. Clearly, he was born to be a dad. ✨🍔✨ It wasn’t until I had him in mind that made PT fun for me to draw more.  This man will stop traffic to help a turtle cross the road. This man will pick up hitchhikers at 3AM and worry the shit outta me. And this man makes DAMN fine guacamole. 🍔✨

I can brag more, but I’m makin’ a post here, not a novel!

So many things he does and says inspires dialogue and actions for PT. His BURSTING laughter, where he’ll occasionally toss his head back from the explosive chuckles-

-and his 🌸lighthearted phrases, sometimes followed by cruel guilt trips💀 in the pursuit of getting a funny reaction out of you.

He won’t get to see this post, he’s not familiar with social media. Which is probably a good thing; I’m too much of a sap to tell him this stuff directly-
He’s halfway across the country and I miss that big guy, So, thanks for baring with me and lettin’ me brag about him for a bit.

Happy Father’s Day!

the losers club on snapchat

richie :

 - posts every single moment of every single day on his story.  

- literally won’t talk to stan when stan loses their streak 

- uses the puppy filter too much 

- uses snapmap against his friends ( “don’t lie to me mike I know you were at mcdonalds at two am today” )

 - takes snaps of eddie when he is asleep and puts filters on him 

- his bitmoji looks nothing like him 


 - opens his snapchats maybe once a month 

- posted once on his story when bill knocked down a bee hive and got chased and stung by thousands of bees 

 - left his phone at bill’s house once and bill and richie designed his bitmoji to look nothing like him and mike still does not know 


- only snapchats in the odd hours of the morning when everyone is sleeping 

- his favorite filter is the one that makes your mouth really big and voice really high

 - sends no less than 10 snaps of him letting out one consecutive scream using that filter to stan at 3 in the morning 

- stan hates this


 - does his best to keep his streaks but loses them every four or five days

 - every streak picture is just a picture of his aspirator 

 - richie often takes his phone and takes pictures of eddie at bad angles then adds them to eddie’s story 

 - changes the outfit of this bitmoji every week 

beverly :

 - has so. many. streaks.

 - uses the flower crown filter in every snap 

- was low key pissed when the golden butterfly filter went away

 - her & richie have a 297 day streak and have agreed that whoever breaks it must lick each member of the losers club’s shoes 

ben :

 - doesn’t use snapchat other than to look at the loser’s stories 

 - took days to design his bitmoji because he wanted it to be perfect 

- screenshots the losers stories (for blackmail) to look back on good memories 

- occasionally sends Bev a snap in the flower crown filter she uses all the time 


 - watches people on snapmap

 - posts videos on his story of the losers attempting dumb ideas conducted by richie 

- finds out how to place his bitmoji anywhere in the world on snapmap and freaks the other losers out ( richie: STAN WHY ARE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GULF OF MEXICO)

 - definitely adds his bird finds to his story

do you guys like these kinds of posts? I have another one I’ve been working on. and send me requests!!

I Know

Okay so here we go, after some encouragement from the lovely @alltoowheeler I decided to post my first ever ST fic!

I really wanted to see Mike and El properly talking about their year apart and I was too impatient to wait for better fics so I decided to try it out lol!

(also threw some  #dadhopper in there too, after that scene of him interrupting the two in ep 9 I really want to see more of that)

It had been five days since the gate had been closed for good. The sunny and crisp November afternoon had been spent by finishing fixing and cleaning up the cabin; Steve hobbling on a ladder replacing the windows and not falling once (whether or not El had anything to do with it remains unsure), the kids being tasked to sweep the floors and Hopper constantly needing to tell them to get back to work as they got distracted every five seconds, and Jonathan and Nancy bringing over snacks for everyone. It was now starting to get late, the golden light of the early evening was shining through the cracks of the closed blinds (“We only have to keep them shut just for a little while now, kid.”) as people started to head out the door to go back home.

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Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 


It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 

I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo



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