i want my room to look like this

|Soulmate| Peter Parker

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: About a week ago you got your soulmate tattoo on your forearm that said ‘Y-You’re beautiful’ and you’ve interpreted it as a random guy on the street cat-calling you.

Warnings: hurt(ish) Peter, (sorry they don’t kiss lol so that’s it) (if ya’ll want a part 2 just ask)

Words: 745

A/N: I LOVE THE SOULMATE AU WHERE YOUR SOULMATES FIRST THING THEY SAY TO YOU IS TATTOOED ON YOUR FOREARM (imma twist it up a bit tho and have it temporarily be tattooed)

Originally posted by starkquinzel

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It was last Friday when it showed up.

I woke up late and in a hurry so I scurried out of my room into the kitchen. My moms eyes widened and then she sprouted the biggest grin ever.

“Finally!” She laughed. I looked at her like she was crazy. She sighed and pointed to my arm. I looked down. ‘Y-You’re beautiful’ was tattooed across my forearm. A slight blush crept across my cheeks.

“I-I have to go to school,” I said as I bolted out the door.

And that brings me here today, Thursday. I thought over this tattoo probably over a thousand time. I’m probably soulmates with a fuck boi or something. I kept on reading the tattoo as if I was walking around town at night and some random guy just passed me and said it, so I told myself to never fall in love with that man. A thick scream erupted through my thoughts. I looked down the street and a man with huge wings was flying past. I ducked as he flew overhead.

“I will do- anything to protect the people I love!” The man with wings said as he stopped and turned around. I looked back down the street as Spider-Man swung on top of a building.

“Same goes for me- that’s why I gotta stop you.” The few people along the street started to scream and run away. I backed against a wall as the winged man and Spider-Man fought. I glanced down the street, wondering if I should run for it. I decided that yeah… I might get crushed by this weird vulture guy but also I wanna get the hell out of here. So I ran.

As I got closer to the end of the street I heard a crash in an alley I just passed. I stopped and looked over my shoulder, then up above me. The man with wings was flying away. I sighed and ran back to the alley. At the end, there was a trashcan with Spider-Man laying across the top. He had seriously dented it bad. I ran up to him.

“Oh God-” I said as he lay there motionless. I jumped up on the trashcan and kneeled next to him. His mask was pulled over half his face. I shimmied the rest of his mask off and put two fingers under his ear. Thump thump. I let out a sigh of relief. He groaned and I put my hand on his chest and shook him. “Hey- hey- wake up. Are you ok?” I asked. He leaned up slowly and then hissed in pain. He suddenly clutched his forearm.

“Shit-” He groaned. His suit had a rip near the hand and he ripped it even more.

“What are yo-” The sight of his forearm shut me up. A thin worded tattoo was now burning away off his skin. The words ’re you ok?’ were all I saw and then it was gone. He looked up at me with a confused look and then all of the expressions on his face dropped.

He was cute. Like wow. He looked kind of familiar with those brown eyes and messed up locks of hair. I doubt he went to my school since my school was so small and I basically knew everyone there. He probably went to Midtown, the high school that was a couple blocks from my school. Was he my soulmate? Is that what happened? Would the tattoo disappear from my skin? I realized he was still starring at me with his mouth agape.

“W-What?” I asked, blushing.

“Y-You’re beautiful.” He said. I bit my lip and a sharp pain spread across my forearm.

“Ow!” I moaned. I lifted up my sleeve and looked down. My tattoo was burning away, just like his. I looked up at him and he was beat red. A scream sounded from a couple blocks away, causing Spider-Man to break eye contact with me.

“I-I-I have t-to go-” He stuttered as he jumped off the trashcan.

“Wait- will we ever see each other again?” I asked him. He thought for a moment.

“I’ll find you- trust me on that.” He smiled and grabbed his mask. I smiled back as he swung away onto the building. It turns out it was smart of me to trust his word because the next day after school, a little spider, who was out of his costume, met me on my walk home.

Why are we not discussing these things about today’s G/M/S&G/M/S/More? Link saying to Rhett that he wants him to feel some emotions, any emotions, and continuing to say things like that throughout the episode. All of the flirting. The bit in G/M/S/More where Link mentioned Mexico and Rhett gave him an odd look before quickly making it about the prunes, Then stumbling over what he was saying about prunes being delivered to Link’s room, which included a room number that Link then said “Don’t give out my room number, I’m still there” and then Rhett said “That was my room number” and they just kinda...got quite and someone (stevie I believe) made a snickering/laughing sound before they started talking about the gummy again. and the bit about “Make us agree on something (their guess for the gummies) our relationship depends on it”

inconspicuouspotatosack  asked:

Hi!! If I wanted to purify/cleanse a room and then ward it, I should probably cleanse myself too, right? My question is, should I do "room cleanse > self cleanse > ward" or "self cleanse > room cleanse > ward"? Thank you!

I would say Self Cleanse, Room Cleanse, then Ward last. It’s kind of like washing your hair; you don’t want to apply shampoo to your hair if your hands are covered in mud, right? And you definitely want to condition last. It’s a silly analogy, but that’s how I look at it.

Marvel: Peter Parker/Reader

Not a request but I wrote it and wanted to share it! Hope you like it!!

(Author: Queen of Geeks)

I folded up the colourful picnic blanket as much as I could until it was small enough to fit into my backpack with the sandwiches I made and my book. Everything was in the bag neatly and I hoped they wouldn’t end up squashed as I zipped up the bag. I sat down on the sofa in my living room as I looked at my zipped up back.

There was a knock on my balcony door before it opened. I looked up to see Peter come and I smiled. He pulled off his mask and there was a smile on his face his shadow laid on the floor.

“You know,” I began. “You are allowed to use the front door, right?” I asked as Peter came and sat next to me.

“Yeah, but I had to stop a mugging.” He told me.

“Did anyone get hurt?” I asked.

“Nope, but I did leave the mugger hanging upside down.” Peter shrugged the shoulders and looked at the backpack that sat on the coffee table.

“Picnic blanket?” Peter asked. I pulled the backpack close to me and smiled.

“And sandwiches! I don’t think you understand how ready I am for a normal day.”

“I just swung on to your balcony using webs that I ended up with because a spider bit me.” Peter pointed out.

I gave him a look. “Yes, but a normal day to me involves doing normal people stuff like picnics and not flying to Moldova for missions.”

Peter laughed and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Peter, realising I was watching him, stopped laughing but the smile stayed on his face.

“So, shall we go?” I asked. Peter stood up and held out his hand.

“Ready when you are.”

I took his hand and stood up.

“There’s something I want to try.” I told him. Peter regarded me with a look and I looked at the open balcony.

“Are you sure?” Peter asked. I nodded and pulled on my backpack. “Okay then.” He pulled his mask back on and went back outside using the balcony.

My heart beat increased and the adrenaline began coursing through my blood. Taking a deep breath, I ran to the open door and jumped off the balcony. The wind blew through my hair and I felt Peter collide into me as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his waist as we swung through the air.

My feet touched the ground and I jumped on the balls of my feet as I watched as peter quickly swung away. I took off my backpack and opened it up to pull out the blanket and sandwiches.

“Okay, that was amazing!” I told Peter when he came back. Peter laughed and sat down on the picnic blanket, stretching his legs out.

“I still can’t believe we did that.” Peter laughed as he took one of the sandwiches I held out to him.

“I think these are a little squashed.” I looked down at the sandwich in my hand. It was squashed in the corners from where it was in the bag, yet it didn’t appear to be that bad.

“It still tastes good.” Peter told me with a mouthful of bread.

I sighed as I stared up at the sky. The sandwiches had been eaten and the wrappers had been disposed of. Peter lay down on the blanket with his hands under his head and his eyes were closed as the sun shone on his face. I propped myself up on my elbow as I read my book. Every now and then, I looked up to watch Peter.

A small smile grew on his lips when I looked up from my book again. He opened one of his eyes and I smiled.

“What?” I asked.

“I thought that book was really good.” Peter joked. I closed the book and sat up.

“It is really good; I’m the one who told you read it.”

Peter sat up and smiled at me. I watched his face as the blood rushed to his cheeks when he realised how close we were sitting next to each other. I gave him a smile and leaned forwards so my forehead was against Peter’s. He closed his eyes and I watched as the tension that was in his face left. I lifted my hand and brushed it against his face. Peter’s lips stayed in a smile and I kissed him ever so gently. Still smiling, Peter kissed me back, his hand loosely on my back keeping me close to him.

TalesFromTheFrontDesk: Be nice and don't tell me what my inventory is. You don't know better than me, old lady.

Lady walks in, wants a room… She says, “first floor, no stairs, no smoking, room for one night two beds at your best rate.”

Me: Ok, looks like it’s going to be $140…

Her: You can’t do any better than that? Not even a senior rate.

Me: Let me look to see if I have any senior rates.

Her: nodding her head like a bobble head… Yes, you will have one. You will give me a better rate.

My inner dialogue: (F*** you lady, you just sealed your fate.)

Me: Aww, sorry no discounts are available tonight.

Her: Well what all does that include?

Me: the room, hot breakfast, iron and ironing board, big tv

Her: well I am only staying one night, I don’t need all that.

Me: well, I’m sorry, there’s another hotel up the street. They can probably accommodate you better.

By: ahoffman50

Phil’s room is a set

so this post is probably a little late considering that dnp moved back in april but i’ve finally gathered enough evidence to back up the idea that phil’s bedroom is a set.

before i start i would just like to point out that this is just for fun and i just like to analyze and explain things. I draw pictures for my best friend and describe them to her all the time (which she finds sorta annoying sometimes lmao). anyways, I could be completely wrong about this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

also i am not the first to make this theory, i just wanted to write it out

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“Some of the many pictures on Adam’s wall include portraits of Jean Michel Basquiat, Nikola Tesla, Isaac Newton, Christopher Marlowe, William Blake, Franz Kafka, Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain, William S. Burroughs, Oscar Wilde, Samuel Beckett, Jane Austen, Emily Dickinson, Arthur Rimbaud, John Keats, Sitting Bull, Bo Diddley, Charley Patton, Robert Johnson, Patti Smith, Hank Williams, Jimi Hendrix, Billie Holiday, John Coltrane Thelonious Monk, Johann Sebastian Bach, Nicholas Ray, Bruce Lee, Buster Keaton, Rodney Dangerfield, and Harpo Marx as well as numerous musicians whom Jarmusch has worked with on various films including Tom Waits, Neil Young, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins, Iggy Pop, and RZA.” source

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

The signs as my favorite moments of RuPaul's Drag Race season 9
  • Aries: LADY GAGA WALKING IN TO THE WORK ROOM
  • Taurus: "Don't joke about that."
  • Gemini: "You're perfect, you're beautiful, you look like Linda Evangelista, you're a model!"
  • Cancer: the makeover challenge
  • Leo: "I'd like to keep it on, please."
  • Virgo: Peppermint assassinating Cynthia + Alexis
  • Libra: Sashea
  • Scorpio: "I call shade!"
  • Sagittarius: Eureka's elimination
  • Capricorn: the "I Want A Dick In My Mouth" song
  • Aquarius: "CHARLIE, COME ON!"
  • Pisces: "What's an adjective?"
You want to know what I want? Listen to the way my voice changes when I say her name. You want to know what I want? Watch the way my eyes visibly brighten when she walks into a room. You want to know what I want? Watch my body become relaxed the moment she touches me. You want to know what I want? Watch the way that I kiss her and hold her hand even in a crowded room. You want to know what I want? Look at her.
Paint Me A Picture

(Play Me A Song)

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

Excerpt: “Wait a second,” your eyes had begun to adjust to the poor lighting as you watched Yoongi turn to look at you in interest, “are they still trying to set us up?”

Genre: fluff, teacher au

Length: 1.9k

A/N: draw me like one of your french girls

Originally posted by milky-melon

The staffroom was always quiet on Fridays, the teachers working without pause to complete all of their marking before the weekend for a welcome break. Usually, you would have been finishing off the last of your lesson plans during this time, but the tinny sound of music from headphones was distracting you. You looked across your desk at Yoongi, frowning as he nodded his head to the beat, writing notes on the song.

As an art teacher, you disliked Yoongi mainly because the art and music departments never got on. You had often shared many a heated argument about which subject was better and students would often laugh when they caught you mid-rant during a lesson.

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Midnight Talks Pt. Two || Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

(not my gif)

Word Count: 938 Words

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

A/N: I tried my best (that’s a lie, i didn’t even grammar check it), I hope you all enjoy

Part One

“So Y/N, how was your, um, your night last night?” Peter asked as he started eating his lunch. All day, all you could think about was last night. Spider-Man randomly showed up in your room. In what world does that actually happen to someone? You looked down at your lunch, trying to figure out what to tell him, Ned and Michelle who suddenly got interested in the conversation due to lack of an answer.

“It was uh, good actually, watched a funny movie. Why do you ask?” You question back at him. You didn’t tell him about the whole Spider-Man thing because you didn’t know if the man in the mask wanted you to tell people. Peter looked down at his lunch tray. “Just curious, that’s all. What about you guys,” he looked between Ned and Michelle, “how were your nights?” He asked. Peter didn’t want to seem suspicious if he only asked you. He knew what you actually did last night, you were with him. Well, his alter ego. Did you not trust him enough to tell him about it?

As Ned began to explain his action packed night of binge watching old movies, you began to play with your food, lost in thought about the city’s hero, Spider-Man. He was funny, and kind of cool. Not everyone gets to talk to him which made the entire situation even better than it already was.  

Peter looked over and saw you playing with your food. He turned to see if Ned was still talking to him but he was now talking to Michelle. “Hey,” Peter said as he turned to you, “you okay? You seem a bit out of it.” He sounded worried about you. You nodded your head yes, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I just didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Did you stay up all night watching movies?” He asked with a small smile, knowing exactly what you did. “How’d you know?” You said sarcastically, knowing that you told him earlier. “Lucky guess.” He said with a shrug, playing along with the whole thing. The two of you quietly laughed at the situation.  

What the two of you didn’t hear was Michelle and Ned talking about you. “You think  they’re ever going to date?” Ned whispered to Michelle. “Oh definitely.” She said before getting back to reading her book.

It was late at night, again. But this time, you were busy doing your homework. You only had a few more problems you needed to do. You sighed, getting anxious for the sleep you so desperately needed. You went to open your window, wanting to hear the sounds of the city. You went back to your homework area and glanced at the time on your phone to see that it was 11:50. Jesus, these high school teachers are draining the life out of you. Forgetting about your homework, you stayed on your phone for a few minutes. All of a sudden, a wind washed over you. You look up and see Spider-Man.

He came here on purpose this time, he wanted to see you. At least that’s what you understood. “How is is it that Spider-Man has been in my room, not just once, but twice now?” You asked with a humorous sound lacing your voice. You saw him shrug his shoulders as he went to sit on your bed. “I guess I just like talking to you.” He said as he jumped up onto your bed, and crossing his legs Indian style. Spider-Man patted a seat next to him, indicating you to go and sit with him.

You got on the bed and crossed your legs the way that he had done. “What do you want to talk about?” You asked as you started playing with your hands out of nervousness.  

“I don’t know….tell me about your life. Your crush your favorite things, your friends, really anything.” Spider-Man said. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “My friends are the most awesome people on the planet. They are always nice and understanding.  I would be lost without them, really.” You said looking up at him.

“Are you popular?” He asked curiously. You shook your head immediately. “No, I hang out with the same three people everyday. If anything, I am one of the most unpopular kids at my school.”

“How could you be unpopular?” He asked with a surprised tone, “You’re  the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen.” You blushed at the statement. Another plus, he is super sweet. “T-Thanks.”

“So, do you have a crush on anyone?” He questioned with a voice that made him sound like a dramatic 5th grader. This made you smile. “He, he is just something else you know what I mean? He’s different then any other guy that I have ever met. He is just such a good person with a big heart and he is crazy smart. He uh, just got an internship at Stark Industries. What teenager gets that opportunity?” You told Spider-Man all this, venting to a man you don’t even know.

“Sounds like he’s a pretty cool guy. What’s his name? Maybe I can help you with your relationship.” He said the last part mockingly. Peter knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to admit your feelings for him even if you weren’t telling the real Peter. He just wanted to hear you say those words.

You smiled widely thinking of the boy who had you wrapped around his finger. “His name is-”


“Peter! What’s up?” You said as you ran to catch up with him. He turned and smiled at you, “Hey Y/N.”

Part Three

Candid

Summary: Stiles just wants something to take with him to college. Something special.

Notes: I’ve been wanting to poke fun at this inconsistency in the show for a while, and I finally wrote it! Just another excuse for a little fluff and humor. (On AO3)


Derek grabs a few of Stiles’ heaviest boxes (but not enough to be suspicious, who knows if the neighbors are watching), and slides them into the back of the jeep with the rest of Stiles’ college “essentials.” He’d said he was only taking the bare minimum, but Derek is beginning to doubt that.

At this rate, they’re going to have to pack some stuff in the Camaro, too.

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Cold Remarks

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks. 

Word Count: 1581

Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude, never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made her want to shrink in her spot.

She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.

It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.

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Afternoon Delight

Businessman!Husband!Sam x Reader 

For @anotherwinchesterfangirl who inspired my need for some husband Sam in a suit. (if you want more check out her stuff here)

Warnings: the usual smut and one NSFW gif

Beta: @pleasureoftheguiltiestvariety

Words: 800


“Oh….oh,” a string of unintelligible sounds fall from your mouth as you straddle Sam, bobbing back and forth on his cock. He’s so deep, filling you nearly past your limit as you rock on top of him.

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“Why doesn’t he care?” 11.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Originally posted by bts-jimin16

Y/N’s p.o.v

How time flies - I am now officially four months into my pregnancy, my tummy getting bigger each day and I was no longer an emotional wreck. I loved Taehyung, I still do. I think about him everyday but what’s the use, BTS were travelling the world right now. Did Taehyung even have the time to think about me? Did he spare a second to think about how I was doing? I’ll never know I guess. Today I’m going to the clinic to have a scan to check up on the baby. I was nervous because I wanted to find out the sex of the baby and I finally can today. 

I was lying on the chair bed thingy, something I still have yet to find out the name for. The cold gel squeezed over my stomach area, she started to do my regular check up.

“The baby is growing very well and looks really healthy, would you like to find out the sex of the baby?” I nodded with the biggest smile on my face. 

“You’re having a little baby boy, congratulations.” I couldn’t be happier right now, I can finally figure out a name for him, I can start to buy baby clothes, baby shoes, paint the walls and decorate the baby room. But at the same time it reminded me of Taehyung and how he said that he’s always wanted our first child to be a boy so when we have a baby girl in our unforeseeable future our little boy could protect our little girl. Unforeseeable future was something I could definitely use to describe how our relationship went down, I never saw our breakup coming. 

I was home in no time and decided to change into comfy clothes and just watch movies for the rest of the day whilst online shop baby clothes. My thoughts were crowded by baby names, wondering what I should name him. A thought came to mind, I questioned it but then I was sure. I wanted my baby to take the family name Kim, after all that’s what he is, a Kim. I was getting comfortable on the sofa when my doorbell sounded throughout the apartment. I groaned not wanting to get up, holding my stomach I walked over to the door and opened it. Only to be greeted by six familiar faces wearing a shocked expressions. I swallowed hard realising my secret was out.

“Y/N you’re pregnant?!”


Sooooooo I wasn’t originally going to post but your requests made me motivated to finish writing this part ~ Request for 12.0! Enjoy 💜

Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.

Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.

Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.


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Inspired by @nonbinarytonystark‘s prompt- Tony likes to wear Steve’s clothes


It was a thing.


It didn’t mean anything, per se… Steve’s sweaters were just cozy, okay? And his sweatpants were soft and his tshirts were baggy and they all smelt like something undeniably Steve-

Yeah. Anyway. Like Tony said. It was a thing.

To be honest, he hadn’t even expected anyone to notice, really- they were just a few clothes, after all. Nothing special. The team used his stuff all the time- what made this different? Nothing, that was what. It wasn’t like Tony… hoarded it, or anything. And he certainly didn’t steal Steve’s jumpers after bad nights in order to calm him down. That would just be stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid.

In fact, if he hadn’t come down one time, half asleep and wearing literally none of his own clothes, everyone probably would have just let it slide. Tony honestly hadn’t done it intentionally- he was just tired and a little shaken from the lovely morning nightmare that had served as his wakeup call, and Steve’s clothes were soft and big and smelt really nice.

It was calming. It was… home. 

So Tony had slid them on without a second thought and then trundled downstairs, pretty much still asleep. Mornings, especially early ones like this one, were most definitely not his forte.

Except… turns out that superspies were observant. Who’d have thought? 

Anyway, they noticed it immediately. Natasha just raised an eyebrow, but Clint was an asshole, so Clint wolf-whistled and jostled Steve’s shoulder, making him turn from where he was busily preparing his breakfast in order to look in their direction. Tony, still pretty much sleepwalking at that point, just tried to zoom in on the coffee and direct his body toward it. He doesn’t notice everyone staring, or Steve’s progressively reddening cheeks.

“Nice look, Tony,” Natasha says quietly, eyes still on the morning paper.

“Fuck yourself,” he says cheerily, and barely even winces when the spoon flies an inch away from his nose in response. He’s grown used to it.

Clint makes a move, ruffling his hair and then cooing, despite Tony’s grumble of protest. He would normally just punch him, but did he mention how tired he was? Really fucking tired.

“Don’t you just want to fucking bundle him up when he’s like this? How do you resist, Steve?” Clint asks, and Tony glares at him and turns to Steve, ready to hear a witty quip in reply, but the other man is just spluttering a little incoherently, eyes still fixed on the pale blue button-down that’s pretty much slipping right off Tony’s shoulders.

His face falls a little, because shit, Steve’s noticed. And now they’re probably going to have a long and awkward conversation about boundaries, where Steve tells him he needs to stop wearing his clothes, which will suck, because Tony loves Steve’s clothes-

He’s so caught up in his own head that he forgets to watch where his feet are going, and they catch on the overhanging material that hangs over his toes whenever he wears Steve’s sweatpants, and then he’s off, falling face first, destination: corner of the fucking tabletop.

Great way to start the day.

He braces for impact, a little yelp escaping his lips as he jerks his hands up on instinct- but impact doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a sudden tight pressure on his waist, and he realizes it’s an arm that’s just managed to snag him before he brains himself. Which is nice. Definitely helpful.

Steve is stood there, a little awkwardly, arm simply outstretched and holding Tony’s entire body-weight like it’s nothing, which is probably not something he needs to be thinking about when wearing thin sweatpants-

“Where are your glasses, Tony?” Steve says, fond exasperation evident in his voice as he pulls Tony upright again and then softly places a hand against his jaw, checking to see that all braining incidents had been 100% avoided.

Tony scowls, and shrugs. “Left them out somewhere- but I don’t need them to see my own two feet, Steve, only reason I fell was because your pants are-”

He’s about to say stupidly big, before realizing that, being the insanely clever person he is, he just managed to expose himself and his clothe-stealing ways right in front of the man himself.


Amazing. He was on a god damn roll this morning. God- he wished he’d just knocked himself out on the tabletop. 


But rather than frowning and pulling him up on it, Steve just blushes a little bit deeper, and Tony watches his eyes flicker down very briefly, before dragging themselves back up immediately and only making the blush go even darker, and at this rate Steve is going to be a motherfucking tomato, or his cheeks are going to burst open from too much blood rushing around in them.

“They suit you,” Steve says quietly,and Tony has to question whether or not he’s even conscious at this point, because that was definitely a lip bite, and Steve’s eyes keep flickering down toward Tony’s exposed collarbone like there’s a god damn magnet attached to the thing-

“Wait,” Tony blurted suddenly, squinting a little and hoping that his eyesight really isn’t failing him enough to imagine that, “do you…no way-do you like that?”

Steve laughed, and this time it was a lick of the lips, which was honestly just unfair at this time of day. “Uhhh-”

“he means he likes you wearing his clothes, but he’d prefer them back on his bedroom floor,” Bruce piped up, which was surprising, because everyone had assumed he’d just been napping on the tabletop.

Steve frowned. “Can you maybe let me flirt on my own, guys?” 

“Hey, you chose to do this in the communal room, your fault,” Clint said, before waving them away, “now shoo- go have your way with him or whatever, Steve- I don’t want to see any more of this here, I’m eating my cereal.”

Tony looked at Steve, still trying to actually conceive what was happening here. Steve just looked at him, waiting for a sign of confirmation, and when Tony gave a confused nod of his head, Steve wasted absolutely no time in sweeping him directly off his feet and into an effortless bridal carry, beginning to maneuver them both out of the communal room at a brisk pace.

Tony blinked, hands wrapping around Steve’s neck instinctively, feeling more than a little blissed out when all Steve’s warmth and softness and smell that he usually leeched off his clothes was suddenly pressed up directly against him. 

“Bye,” was all Steve called out, before sliding out into the corridor and immediately pressing Tony against the wall, mouth meeting Tony’s possessively, greedily.

“You really like the clothes, huh,” Tony whispered in amazement, in between kisses.

He was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing Steve he was kissing St-

Steve smiled, hands wandering underneath the button down and slipping around his waist. “Every time, every damn time you’d come down wearing something of mine, I wanted to do this. I thought you were doing it on purpose- you had to be. There couldn’t have been any other reason you hadn’t noticed how I reacted to it.”

Tony opened his mouth to reply, biting down on a groan between breaths, but Steve kissed him again, picking him up once more, this time by the ass, and then waiting for Tony to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist before moving them forward. “I might make you keep the shirt on, though. It looks good. Real good.My clothes always look good on you”

Tony grinned, “possessive streak, have we, Rogers?”

“You have no idea,”

“I feel like I’m about to find out, though.”

Steve smiled, smug and dirty as he kissed Tony’s neck, whispering “damn fuckin’ straight.”


Okay. So maybe the morning was looking up, after all.

The signs as The Adventure Zone quotes
  • Aires: "I'm afraid nobody else will have me."
  • Taurus: "I find not killing people to be pretty easy. I do it every day."
  • Gemini: "Kiss my ass, you sanctimonious bastard."
  • Cancer: "Suck my butt, Justin!"
  • Leo: "The ones looking for the truth, they're never the bad guys."
  • Virgo: "You're going to be amazing."
  • Libra: "I'll be having my body back, you undead fuck."
  • Scorpio: "The audience applauds hornily."
  • Sagittarius: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here. Because I'm about to shoot you out of a cannon."
  • Capricorn: "I don't need your help, pal! I can fuck any onion I want!"
  • Aquarius: "Like I say to the wife before I get into bed, make room for Greg! 'Cause, uh, Greg's here."
  • Pisces: “Great, I grab some chairs. I grab furniture! Why are we looting? This isn’t a dungeon. People do business here! Just because you find money in a bank doesn't mean you can just take it with you."