no we did not name him

anonymous asked:

YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE LATEST CHAP GO

  • Sebastian’s Ciel is best
  • Precious boy, don’t protect him, Sebastian’s got that covered
  • Far more courageous than twin
  • cute cute cute boy, Sebastian’s boy, yes
  • His tears are worth diamonds
  • Gorgeous boy, 179/10
  • Dog = never leave me alone, Sebastian = never leave me alone
  • So cute, so smart, so deserving, best boy
  • Need more fan art of him with flowers
  • And t e a r s
  • cutie cutie cutie
  • Proved his entire family wrong by earning his title and name
  • Adorable. So much.
  • Give him more milk with honey
  • Those. C h e e k s.
  • His coughs are tuned with my heart throbs
  • Loveliest thing ever, could stare at for 10 hours
  • Sebastian’s Ciel is most beautiful
  • That’s all I got. Did I miss something or were we reading the same chapter?
What About Now? {Tom Holland}

Summary : AU, Tom has a sister called Ruth, idk that name is just very pretty to me, he’s 20 in this chapter and you are 15. You told him you liked him when you turned 11 just before you leave to go to Australia for four years. He rejected you because of the age difference but when you came back you guys did it.

Words : 2.3k

Pairing : Tom Holland x Reader

Warning : Swearing, Smut.

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“Let’s wait until you come back from Australia and see if your feelings for me have changed then we’ll talk about us.”


It’s been 4 years since I’ve seen my best friend for life, Ruth Holland. I just got back from Australia. I had to move here because of my parents work but now we’re back. A smile is planted on my face since the plane landed. Home sweet home.

When we arrived at home, I called my best friend telling her that I’m coming over. I walked down the street to Ruth’s flat. I screamed like a fangirl when I spot her waiting for me in front of her door. She looked up and ran up to me. Pulling her into a hug, I told her that I missed her. Even though we haven’t seen each other for years, we kept in touch and talked everyday.

“I miss you so much Y/n!” She told me, hugging me once again. “Let’s go inside, my parent are so excited to see you again.”

We walked into her parents flat, everything was the same as it was before.

“Y/n!” I heard both of her parent yelled.

“Hey, it’s nice to see you guys again.” I opened my arms and hugged both of them.

“Is that Y/n?” I heard the twins voice ringing in my ears. My mouth particularly fell to the floor when I turn around and saw Sam and Harry.

“Oh my gosh!” I said as they hugged me. Since they’re a year older they’re like my brother.

“We miss you so much, how was Australia?” Sam asked.

“It was great,thanks.” I looked around the flat trying to find that one boy.

“Y/n!!” A boys voice rang throughout the flat.

“Paddyyyyy,” I kneeled down a bit as I hugged him.

“You’re so pretty now,” he complimented me. “Not that you weren’t before.” He added.

We spent the whole day watching series and movies until the sun was climbing down the horizon. I called my mom, telling her that I’m staying over at Ruth’s.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” She asked as she fell on her bed.

“You know me and we talk about it, I’m going for the long game.” I said.

“So you still like him..” she trailed.

“Yes I am, I don’t know why but he’s stuck in my mind. It’s like he will never go away. It’s been 4 years, Ruth.” I said sadly.

“Just don’t give up.”

We spent the next hour talking about the things that had happened lately, she’s dating her brother’s best friend, Harrison. That lucky girl. To pass time, Ruth started writing stories on her laptop as I draw. I was drawing some random of my favorite superheroes.

“I’m hungry,” Ruth said suddenly.

“Then go get food downstairs.” I said as I continued to draw.

“That’s the thing, there’s no food in the fridge.” She rolled on her back, staring at the ceiling aimlessly. After a few minutes of talking wether we should go out to the small store down the street, about 3 minutes away.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked. She nodded her head

“Something excited might happened,” she said.

She grabbed her purse, put on her coat as I did the same but with my hoodie.

Wearing jeans during winter didn’t really help when you live in England. It’s cold every fucking season. I hugged myself as we walked to the store.

We wandered past the door, getting greeted by the warm air in the store. We picked out some Oreos, chips and drinks. Before we could go to the cashier, somebody called Ruth’s name. The voice sounded very familiar.

“Ruthy!” I turned around and saw Harrison hugging my best friend.

“Hey! That’s my nickname for my wife.” I said playfully.

“Y/n you’re back!”

“Yes I am, excited to see me?” I smirked.

“Sure am.” He smiled at me politely.

“So uh I’ll go get more things, Harrison can you come with me?” She asked with pleasing eyes. They walked away from me in each other’s arm.

I walked to the ice cream section and grabbed some chocolate flavor ones.

“Eating ice cream when it’s 13 degrees outside?” A voice said behind me.

“Holy shit!” I jumped lightly, turning around, my eyes meeting with the person’s brown ones.

“Tom?” My eyes widened as I saw his face. What the fuck is he doing here? Shouldn’t he be somewhere else? At least at home?

“Hey Y/n, I miss you.” He wrapped his arms around my back, resting his head on my head as I rest mine in the crook of his warm neck. I hugged him back immediately missing his body, the snacks still in my small hands. We pulled away after what seemed like a few minutes.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, still not believing that he’s actually here.

“I’m not really sure but Harrison just walked out with your best friend or basically my sister.” My eyes widened once again.

“They left?” I asked surprised, I raced down the aisle, trying to reach the door as fast as I could. I was about the reach the door when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

“Nope. You can’t leave the store without paying for the food.” Tom picked me up, hurting my stomach a bit but I didn’t mind. I pouted my lips together as he took us to the cashier and set me on the floor again.

I put all of the snacks and drinks on the counter. “Oh shit.” I muttered under my breath as I feel my jean pocket trying to find my wallet.

“It’s fine, I’ll pay.” Tom said, reaching into his jeans pulling out his wallet. Everything Ruth picked costed 16 dollars. (I don’t live in England I don’t know how things work there.)

“No don-” before I could finish, the worker have already given Tom back his changes. He looked at me smirking

“Fine, but I’ll pay next time.” I said. “If there is a next time,” I added.

“I heard that.” Tom said smiling as we walked out the store with bags of food.

I turned right, walking back to the Holland’s flat until Tom said something.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his hands were in his jean pocket for warmth.

“To your parents flat?” My eyebrows narrowing in confusion. He stepped towards me, grabbing my arms.

“No no no. Follow me.” He commanded.

“Why would I do that?” I asked, trying to pull away from him.

“Do you trust me?” His face inches closer to mine. My breathe became uneasy as I stared into his eyes, swallowing the lump in my throat as I nodded my head. We walked for about ten minutes until I finally break.

“Would you just tell me where we’re going!?” I yelled, my arms flying into the air.

“Relax babe, we’re just going to my flat as in my own.” He stated simply pointing at himself. I stopped my track when he called me babe.

“Since when do you have your own flat?” I asked, trying to ignore the ‘babe’.

“Like a year ago, I’m living with Haz but it seems like he’s going to be busy tonight.” He smiled at his thoughts.

“Yuck,” I muttered.

“What? It’s not that bad.” Tom said as we arrived at his flat.

“Yeah but he’s doing it with your sister.” I exclaimed. He told me I could sit on the couch so I did. I looked around, surprisingly everything was neat.

“Remember what I said to you 4 years ago?” He asked, sitting next to me. Once again I swallowed the lump in my throat, looking away from him.

“Um. Yeah,” I answered finally after two minutes.

“What did I say?”

“L-let’s wait until you come back from Australia and see if your f-feelings for me have changed then we’ll talk about us?” I stuttered with my words.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Do you still like me like when you were 11?” He grinned, causing me to smile too.

“Yeah.” I looked down at my lap, in embarrassment. “Tom.”

“Hm?”

“Do you like me?” I looked up with hope in my eyes. He scooted closer to me, grabbing my hands.

“Like I said before, I’m four years older than you. I’m too old for you. I adore you Y/n, I really do. But I don’t want to hurt you. But these past few years, I realized that I like you too. I’m willing to give us a try I mean if you give me a chance, I swear I’ll make it worth it.” He smiled at me. For a second my smile flattered until he said that he liked me too.

“You really like me?” I bit my lips nervously.


*light smut.*

He nodded before he leaned in, kissing me passionately. Little did he know that that was my first kiss. I grabbed hold of my face with his hands as I gripped his arms, resting them on my waists. I kissed back immediately, liking the feeling. Our lips moved together perfectly, he tilted his head to get a better angle of my lip. I tangled one of my hands into his soft brown hair tugging it lightly, causing him to groaned into my mouth.

He wrapped my legs around his waist as he sat up from the couch, taking us up to his room. He kicked the door closed and pushed my back against it. We continued to make out as things escalated quickly, tonight might be the night I become a completely different person.

He moved across the room, I’m now on his bed as he take off my hoodie, leaving me with only my jean and bra on. He took off his sweater, showing me his tone abs. I traced my fingers on them, liking the feeling causing him to groan. He lowered his head and placed his lip on mine again as he got on top of me. He used his elbow to balanced himself so he wouldn’t crash me under his weight. I rested my hand on his neck pulling him closer if that was even possible. He used one of his hand to traced my side, resting his hand just under my bra, not wanting to make me uncomfortable, not knowing if I was ready.

I moaned into his lips as he started pulling on my lips with his, groaning as he did so. He sat us up, undressing ourselves. After we were fully undressed, Tom got on top of my once again, leaving kisses on my neck. I moaned loudly as he found my sweet spot under my jaw. I kept my hand on his arms, squeezing his arm once in a while as he continued to kiss my sweet sport. By now we were both panting loudly.

“Are you sure?” He asked as he held himself up with his elbows. I nodded my head. A few seconds later he pushed himself into my entrance, stopping for a few seconds, adjusting himself, making sure that I’m actually ready. I nodded my head once again as he pushed himself deeper into me. He groaned lightly as I whimpered in pain. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, digging my nails into his back in pain. I tried to relax to release the pain.

“Do you want me to keep going?” He asked panting.

“It hurts but yeah.” I whimpered. Some people said that their first time hurt, but from most people I know they said that it wasn’t that bad. It felt like I was going to die but the pain started easing as he slowly at first started pushing himself in and out gently, trying not the hurt me. He looked down at me, making sure that I’m okay before he started going about faster. After a few minutes the pain went away completely, replacing itself with pleasure from Tom.

He thrusted in and out, groaning from the bliss as his eyes shut in pleasure. My mouth fell open from the feeling I’ve never felt before. I told him to go faster and he did. It was great. Our hips were grinding each other’s liking the friction from our touches. He thrusted in and out again. My legs were shaking from the heavy pleasure. Tom’s thumb was rubbing small circles on my stomach. The room became warmer and warmer.

I gasped loudly when he hit the spot that made me flinched. He pulled himself out nearly completely as he thrust in again with all his might, hitting the spot again as we both moan loudly. My nails dug themselves deeper into his skin, Tom grabbed both of my thigh, resting them on his shoulders. This angle made us moan louder and louder, we were breathing heavily and the sweats started rolling down our faces.

“Fuck.” Tom grunted, our skins were slapping against each other. I started gasping again when I started to feel my walls clenching around him.

“You’re close?” Tom asked out of breath. I nodded my head quickly, trying to catch my breath as well.

“Oh my gosh..” I gasped as my legs vibrated on his shoulders. My orgasm rolled in, leaving me with my mouth hung open from the bliss. Tom started moaning loudly as well as his greeted him.

“Fuck fuck fuck..” he trailed as his thrusts became more sloppy from the orgasm. Finally he stopped, pull himself out of me and landed next to me. We stayed there in silent, catching our breaths. Tom turned on his sides, reaching for his huge sweater and put in on me after that he put on his boxer. He kissed my left cheek and wrapped his around me, pulling me closer.

“That was good.” He muttered, after a few minutes just before I fell asleep from the event I heard him saying, “goodnight baby girl.”

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so i got a job doing face paint at an art fair this weekend, the first day was really busy, today not so much, me and my friend got bored.

we saw this crazy cat on a kid’s shirt and she was like “i have to paint that” (she named him earnest) and i watched her do it and i was like “huh inverse colors and i could paint bendy” so i did lmao

naturally  on the way home he got fucked up

also, i painted a skull and crossbones on my face. coz i asked my friend what i should put on my face and that was her demand. we were very bored

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I seriously spent too much time on this (not really but it sure damn felt like I did;;;) Anyways! I just wanted to say hello to my new followers!! ❤ ❤ ❤ My name is Ruby and I want y’all to know that y’all can feel free to send me a msg or an ask anytime about anything, anytime. ❤ ❤ ❤ 

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WELSH FUTURE TENSE SUCKS AND COMMANDS ARE ALSO…

MY HEADCANON OKAY

So. Again, we have to see how the movie handles it, but as it stands, it doesn’t make sense to me. Did Eggsy ignore Harry’s words?

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No, not THOSE words … the time where he said a gentleman’s name should appear in the paper only three times: when he’s born, when he marries, and when he dies.

Now, tell me this: do we REALLY think taking up with royalty will keep Eggsy out of the papers? Especially since she seems to be shacking up with him in a different country from her own? It doesn’t make sense to me. Again, maybe KGC will address this, but for the time being, bear with me. I’m not anti-Tilde, I just don’t get it (though I’m glad they haven’t forced Roxy to be Eggsy’s girlfriend! BroTP for life!).

He’s probably going to be on the paps’ radar for this, thus getting both his name and face out there a lot. Not good for a gentleman or a spy, amirite? Plus, suppose they do actually get married and there isn’t a Bond-esque Tilde-murder, what then? Eggsy gives up the glamourous spy life to go to Sweden and be, what, a stay-at-home prince consort? I just don’t get it.

So here’s my headcanon: Tilde lost her lover in V-Day, as did Eggsy, obviously. The sex at first was just a way to cope with these losses. But it wasn’t that bad, and while the world’s still a mess, they keep at it. It’s a hole-filler job–no pun intended. They meet up, fuck, commiserate over their lost loves. It works for them.

But then her parents get involved. Who’s this boy she’s been seeing? So Tilde lies, says she loves Eggsy (which she does! Just … not that way), and before they know it, a wedding’s being planned. In this post-V-Day world, things move quickly, or so it now seems to Eggsy. Maybe it’s just the panic at being tied down, or fear of marrying Tilde.

He’s almost relieved when he finds out he needs to go save the world again, after the shop and HQ are blown to bits. He makes his excuses to Tilde and her parents (Tilde knows about him, obviously, and just wants him to come home safe).

And when he sees Harry again …

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He tells Tilde, because he can’t tell Roxy or Merlin. He thought he was … not over Harry, but that he’d be happy without him, eventually.

Tilde is supportive, but her parents are adamant about this wedding. They can’t tell them the wedding’s off because Eggsy loves another man. Planning continues, and Eggsy tries to content himself knowing that Harry’s in his life again at all. The world is saved, with little time to spare.

Nobody expects Eggsy to walk down the aisle to see Harry waiting at the end for him.

SOME THINGS I NOTICED IN SEASON 3

we’re talking about Voltron season 3 here so wATCH OUT

-We see Keith’s knife only once this season, and it was sheathed
-Pidge is trying to find her family in the first episode, but nothing about it is mentioned the rest of the season
-We got no flashbacks to Keith’s childhood or past with Shiro
-We saw baby Allura, but not baby Lotor
-#NOTMYSHIRO
-Kurōn means clone in Japanese guys
-Keith is dominant left-handed, but he’s actually ambidextrous
-Keith teleports the black bayard through his body to his other hand. I need answers
-So technically Zarkon and Haggar are dead?
-If Sven exists, do the other original “space explorers” exist too?
-if Zarkon and Haggar had Lotor, and if they had him after they were dead and revived by quintessence, wouldn’t that cause some problems with the birth?
-I know we’re supposed to assume that being in the rift and dying and coming back gave Haggar her powers. But what about the rest of the Druids?
-It’s apparently a Red Paladin thing to just leave your teammates and do your own thing on an impulse. Does that mean Lance is gonna start doing that?
-I think that Alfor is more like Keith than Lance, actually. If Keith had had a better past and childhood, he probably would’ve ended up a lot like him.
-How in the world are they going to defeat the new comet ship? Like I know that they’ll be able to, but how? It seems very impossible at the moment
-I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of the Awkward Two Leaders moments
-Keith is absolutely on to Not Shiro. Did you see the way he was looking at him?
-I also don’t think Not Shiro knows he’s Not Shiro. He thinks he’s Shiro, but remember Young Justice with Red Arrow? I think it’s like that.
-The Black Lion so far hasn’t shown a lot of her personality to Keith, not like Red did. I wonder if she will later, or if she even has the ability to.
-WHERE??? DID??? ALLURA’S MAGIC GO????
-Why was Lotor exiled, and where? They’re obviously setting this up. And unless Galra have extended lifespans like Alteans do, Lotor was exiled pretty young. He appears to be in his early twenties right now. And he was exiled so well and efficiently that not a word was casually spoken about him in hallways and such that we saw. Is this part of the reason Lotor is so bitter towards his father?
-Lotor doesn’t treat Haggar like his mother. Does he know if she is his mother?
-Haggar had Space Amnesia, gaining a new name and identity while her husband presumably knew her original identity the entire time. That seems kinda sad. I almost feel bad for them.
-I stand by the theory Acxa is related to Keith somehow. Also, we know Keith flashbacked to the Weblum. But did she as well? If she did, then she’d remember he saved her life, right?
-Since Keith is in the black lion now, does that make him Space Big Brother?
-How is Earth doing rn
-I bet that Keith will tell the others that Shiro isn’t Shiro. And I bet none of them will believe him- except one. And it’ll be either Lance or Hunk. Pidge and Allura are too happy to have Shiro back. Hunk is suspicious and observant enough to come to the same conclusions as Keith, and Lance trusts what Keith says.
-“Take me to a space hospital”
-Young Zarkon looks like a lego

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42 + andreil? :)

It only took me all month to answer this! So sorry!

42: “I swear it was an accident.”

Andrew hasn’t even made it into the apartment and already he knows there’s trouble. His first hint is the smell: smoke. Not cigarette smoke, but a gross, acrid, burnt smoky smell. The second hint is the wail of the smoke detector and indistinct shouting. The third and most telling hint is that the door is half open, a definite no-no in the Minyard-Josten household.

I am so done with this shit Andrew thinks and then What the fuck is Neil doing? He pushes the door open, wrinkling his nose at the smell, which is almost overpowering.

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out, voice heavy on the sarcasm.

Neil comes tearing around the corner, shirtless and inexplicably covered in blood.

“Oh my god! Andrew!” Neil yells. He’s holding a bloody towel and trying, ineffectually, to keep the blood from dripping on the floor. “I swear it was an accident!”

Andrew drops his bags and strides forward, checking Neil over. The wounds are superficial and look a lot like scratches. But that doesn’t explain the bloody nose.

“What the fuck happened?” Andrew demands.

“Neil, I can’t find Sir anywhere—oh…” Andrew stares hard at the man who has just walked out of the bedroom—he and Neil’s bedroom. “Andrew! Hey, uh, wow. This is awkward.”

Their landlord, Aubrey, is for reasons unknown also shirtless and covered in scratches. Andrew looks at Aubrey, then at Neil, his face as blank as always.

“Explain.”

Neil looks on the verge of a breakdown. “Aubrey, can you shut off the damn smoke detector? I swear to God I am about to lose my mind…” Neil hops up on the kitchen counter, head tipped back to try and stop the bleeding. “Christ. This is what I get for trying to be romantic.”

Aubrey snorts and Andrew shoots him a nasty glare. The snort turns into a terrified meep. Aubrey busies himself with the smoke detector, climbing on top of one of their chairs and unscrewing the covering to remove the batteries. The ceiling fans, Andrew notices, are circulating at top power and all the windows are open, letting in the muggy summer heat.

“So, what had happened was,” Neil starts. “I wanted to make you dinner.” Already Andrew is shaking his head. “I know! I know I’m not supposed to use the oven while you’re gone but I was just going to heat up some bread while I microwaved a lasagna. But I got distracted by the game… you know… and the lasagna blew up in the microwave.” Neil waves his hand to indicate the mess dripping out of the microwave onto the counter and floor. It looks like something from a horror film. “I started trying to clean that up,” Neil continues, “but I forgot I had the bread in the oven.”

“You forgot to mention the salad,” Aubrey interrupts. He looks like he’s enjoying this story too much, or maybe he’s just enjoying the view of Neil without his shirt. Andrew places a protective hand on Neil’s thigh and squeezes.

“Right, the salad. I bought a salad in a bag and I put the glass salad bowl Allison gave us on top of the stove so I wouldn’t forget.” Andrew already knows where this is going. “But I didn’t realize that I had accidentally turned on the burner when I turned on the oven? So the bowl got super hot and exploded!” Neil spreads out his fingers to mime an explosion. “Some of the glass sliced me. It scared the crap out of King and Sir. I stepped on some glass trying to go look for them. Then the bread I don’t know caught fire? Or something? It started smoking and set off the alarm.”

“Meanwhile I was getting calls from y’all’s neighbors about the noise and came up to check,” Aubrey interjects. “Neil answers the door covered in blood so I, uh, took off my shirt to staunch the bleeding.”

Andrew literally cannot believe Aubrey. He just stares at him. Stupid Aubrey and his 5’5” and his stupid football player build.

“While we were talking King snuck out,” Neil points at the door. “Aubrey chased him and brought him back but King scratched the shit out of him. We managed to get him in the bathroom. Which, okay, everything was fine but my feet were bleeding and I slipped on the linoleum and Aubrey tried to catch me and we both went down and I hit my nose on the side of the tub. Hurt like a motherfucker.”

“He swore a lot,” Aubrey adds.

“Right, so, that’s it. In a nutshell. Totally an accident, all of it.”

Andrew surveys Neil, bloody and with bruises already blossoming on his skin. He takes in the wrecked kitchen, the bloody footprints leading everywhere. The oven is open, the last of the smoke drifting out of the apartment. Through the open window he can see two charred baguettes smoldering on the balcony. Lastly, he looks at Aubrey, still clutching his blood stained T-shirt to his obnoxiously waxed and muscled chest.

“Well,” Andrew says, “this is a cluster.”

—–

After Aubrey leaves Andrew takes care of Neil, cleaning up his injuries like he’s done time and time again, though this is the first time that Neil has ever sustained culinary-related wounds. Thankfully the scratches and cuts are shallow but Neil will have black eyes from the nose job.

Once Andrew is done with First Aid he carries Neil back to the bedroom, settling him down on the bed. Sir, who has been hiding on the high shelves in the closet, jumps down and joins Neil. Andrew lets King out of the bathroom and King gives an indignant merow before getting on the bed. All four of them form a pile of bodies, human and feline. King settles on Andrew’s chest, kneading him and purring, sharp claws poking through his shirt. Sir licks the side of Neil’s face.

“I’m really sorry, Drew,” Neil sighs. “I wanted to do something nice for you and it ended up a disaster.”

“That’s what you get for breaking house rules,” Andrew grumps, flicking Neil’s ear. “But… thanks.”

Neil looks at him, blue eyes wide and startled. Andrew flicks him again. “But I better not catch you in our bedroom with another man, again.”

Neil laughs, head tipped back on the pillow. “Can you believe Aubrey took his shirt off? Who does he think he is, Magic Mike?”

Andrew groans. “Never should have let Nicky pick that one for movie night.”

They’re quiet for a minute; the only noise is the sound of the cats purring. Andrew scratches behind King’s ears and then does the same thing to Neil. Neil squints at him but smiles and leans into his touch.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Neil says.

Andrew tugs at Neil’s earlobe. “Glad to be back.”

Ok, this struck me.

As we all know Dany gave specific names to her dragons:

Drogo –> Drogon

Rhaegar –> Rhaegal

Viserys –> Viserion

And as happened in the last episode the fucking Night King managed to kill the last one and turn him into a wight dragon (will it spit fire or ice ?), but what got my attention is:

The killed dragon was the one named after the brother who used to abuse and cruelly treat Dany. This means that in season 8 she will have to defeat him as she did with Viserys. Somehow he or his reminiscence came back to hurt her a bit more.

At this point there are only two more dragons, Drogon and Raeghal, as for only two Targaryens in the world, Dany and Jon: I really hope we will see them both riding dragons in the war to come and if this happens Dany will obviously ride Drogon and Jon? Rhaegal, whose named after who ?? Rhaegar, Jon’s father 

PLS LET THIS HAPPEN

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Construction revenge ten years in making and why I will never have another business partner.

Long story. TL:DR at bottom.

A little over ten years ago, when I was a young carpenter, I met a guy who I’ll call “chad” because f*ck chad.

Chad was a new hire by the company I was working for, and became my helper. We got along famously even though he was 10 years older than me, he didn’t mind working under a 23 year old carpenter as an apprentice.

Chad and I had worked together for 6 months when he brought up the idea of starting a business together, he figured between the two of us, we could easily run a crew and build houses.

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Dead Serious Part 3

A/N: LOL SORRY I DIDNT POST THIS SOONER I WAS WATCHING SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING FOR THE FOURTH TIME. ANYWays So I kind of started this with the ending of part 2. Enjoy this smut you smut reading potatoes (you’re not potatoes, you’re all very lovely. i’m also a smut reading potato). Creds to the Periodic Table song for helping me remember the order of all the elements.

Word Count: 1441

Warnings: LOL MORE SMUT

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Part 1 //  Part 2

T-11 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEMISTRY EXAM

“So, is the next step studying or something else?” You asked

“I feel like the next step would be you reciting your notes to me while I went down on you,” Peter said.

“All of my notes?”

Peter moved so he was hovering over top of you.

“Fine, Y/N, I’m going to eat you out and you’re going to recite the periodic table to me,”

You weren’t sure whether you should begin reciting it in your head, knowing you would lose focus once Peter put his lips on you.

Peter placed his lips on your neck, peppering sloppy, wet kisses down towards your chest. Peter’s hand moved around to try and unclasp your bra.

He continued kiss down your neck, fumbling with your bra.

“Need some help there, lover boy?”

Peter pulled away “I-I I’ve never…”

“I know, it’s okay,” You smiled, placing a light kiss on his lips.

You leaned up, and reached around behind your back to unclasp your bra. As soon as it was unclasped, Peter peeled it off your shoulders and tossed it across the room.

Peter moved to place one hand over your breast, kneading it, while his mouth moved to the other. The ran his tongue over your nipple, causing you to let out a small moan.

You ran your hands along Peter’s bare back, knowing your scratch marks would be there tomorrow.

Peter moved his hands towards the waist band of your pants, he swiftly slipped your pants off, reaching down to get the past your ankles.

He continued down, pressing kisses along your stomach.

Peter kissed the edge of your panties, using his hands to spread your legs apart.

“I think it’s about time you started reciting those elements, Y/N,”

You took in a deep breathe as Peter ran a finger down the front of your panties,

“Hydrogen,”

“Damn, Y/N, you’re soaking wet,”

“Helium,”

Peter leaned down and licked the front of your panties. You arched your back up, moaning.

“Lithium,”

Peter slid his hand under your back and lifted you just enough to slide off your underwear.

“Beryllium,”

Peter lifted your leg, and placed his over his shoulder.

“Boron,”

Peter places a light kiss against your clit, causing you to twitch.

“Carbon,”

Peter been running his tongue over your clit in long, slow strokes.

“Nitrogen,” you gasped, and reached down to grab Peter’s hair.

Your other hand was making fists around the sheets on Peter’s bed.

Peter felt your body shaking, so he teased his tongue back and forth, his tongue moving slower and slower.

“Oxygen,”

You moved the leg that was over Peter’s shoulder to wrap around his neck, using it to pull him closer to you.

“Fluorine,”

You began breathing harder. Peter moved his tongue to your entrance, lapping up the wetness that was spilling out.

“Neon,”

You began panting, pushing your hips up.

“Sodium,”

Peter moved his attention back to your clit, ad he teased a finger in and out of you.

“Magnesium,”

Peter slid another finger into you, and began moving them around.

You were moaning. Your leg tightened around Peter, and your grip on his hair got tighter with each lick on your clit.

You were struggling to talk, making the naming of elements difficult.

Suddenly Peter stopped. He moved his head away from you and slid his fingers out of you.

“No, Peter, please,” you begged

Peter licked his fingers,  “The deal was that you name the elements, and darling, I have to say it’s been quite a while since you’ve said anything,”

“Take it as a compliment, Parker. Your lips are so good that you’ve left me speechless,”

Peter began peppering kisses on your inner thighs, “Just start where you left off, darling,”

You’d didn’t want to give in to Peter, but you needed his mouth on you badly.

“Aluminium,”

Peter smiled and quickly moved his mouth back towards your pussy.

“Silicone,”

Peter started sucking on your clit, causing you to moan and thrust your hips towards him.

“Chlorine,”

Peter worked his tongue down, sucking on your lips and spreading you open with his fingers.

“Fuck!” You moaned

“Phosphorus,” you quickly said, remembering that Peter would stop if you stopped.

Peter worked his fingers in and out of you as he teased his tongue over your clit.

“S-sulphur,”

You clenched the bedsheets underneath you, and grabbed a fistful of Peter’s hair with the other hand. You brought your other leg up to wrap around Peter’s head.

“Chl-orine,” you choked out.

Peter pressed his mouth tight against you, flicking his tongue against your clit as he started thrusting his fingers into you harder.

“Arg-argon,”

His tongue was darting around wildly, causing you to arch your back, moaning like crazy.

“Po-pot-potassium,”

Peter latched down hard on your clit, flicking his tongue around in circles. Bringing another finger up to thrust into you.

“Cal-cium,”

You began clenching against Peter’s fingers inside you.

“Scandium,” you breathed

You were groaning every time Peter moved his tongue, he could feel the wetness dripping out of you onto his fingers.

“Ti-ti-ti-titanium,”

Peter pressed down on your clit with his tongue, you pushed your hips up, only forcing him in more.

You thrust your hips once more and suddenly you were coming. Peter began licking the cum that was dripping out of you.

Peter rubbed your clit one last time before pulling away.

“Peter,” you moaned.

You could still feel your orgasm surging through you.

You began to loosen your grip on Peter’s hair, and his bedsheets. You lied back, sinking into Peter’s pillow.

“Fuck, Peter,” you said.

Peter chuckled and came to lie down beside you.

He placed a kiss on your cheek as you continued to come down from your orgasm.

“You didn’t make it through all the elements,”

“I made it through 22. I think that’s pretty good,” you breathed.

“But you didn’t get through all 118, which just means that we’ll just have to go again,”

You turned to look at Peter.

“Are you serious?” You asked.

“Dead serious,” Peter smiled, brining his hand down to lightly swirl around your clit.

“Pick up where you left off, darling,”

“Vanadium,”

T-2 HOURS UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

You woke up next to Peter, wearing only his t shirt and your underwear. Peter had thrown on his boxers the night before after you had recited much more than just the Periodic Table (*cough* you recited his name over and over and over because damn).

Peter’s alarm was blaring and you leaned over to hit snooze.

“Pete,” you said, shaking him lightly.

“Noooo, I don’t want to get up,” he mumbled into his pillow, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

“Peter, we’ll be late for the midterm,”

“I mean I guess we did kinda study really hard,”

You laughed, “c’mon Parker, we’re gonna be late,”

You placed a kiss on Peter’s forehead, and then rolled out of bed.

T-1 HOUR UNTIL THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

You ended up walking out of Peter’s house in the same pants as the day before topped with one of Peter’s sweaters. You actually felt very prepared for the exam. Usually before exams you would spend hours on end studying but by the next morning you would forget everything. Last night was something you definitely would not forget.

T-2 HOURS AFTER THE MIDTERM CHEM EXAM

At lunch you came to sit down with Peter and Ned.

“Hey, Y/N,” Ned said.

“Hi, Y/N,” Peter smiled.

You smiled at Peter, and sat down across from him.

“Okay, what’s going on here?” Ned asked.

“OH MY GOD SOMETHING HAPPENED ON YOUR STUDY DATE!” Ned exclaimed, not letting you answer his initial question.

“I mean, we studied,” you said.

“Yeah, Y/N, spent a long time reciting the periodic table to me,”

You blushed when Peter said that, a small smile creeping up on your face.

“Peter,”

“SOMETHING TOTALLY HAPPENED. Y/N IS EVEN WEARING PETER’S SWEATER,”

You and Peter didn’t say anything, only exchanged a small glance.

“Please tell me what happened guys,”

“Can’t,” you said.

“Are you serious?” Ned asked.

“Dead serious,” Peter said, smiling at you.


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Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

***** 

You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

*****

Part 2

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og paladins + language barriers bc i’m tired of photoshop

  • i imagine the og paladins had to learn each other’s languages and Nutbutton.png
    • alfor probably took the initiate first bc he’s a nice guy and a good diplomat. he started learning from his translator and then blaytz would not be one-upped and gyrgan and trigel sort of got sucked up in the excitement.
      • coran, showering:
        blaytz, opening the curtain: coran, would—stop screaming—would you teach me altean?
    • zarkon was the hardest to convince bc damn do the galra have pride.
      • no but really he only did it because he felt that the other four were gossiping about him behind his back.
  • Not Saying they get together each week to watch altean novelas but you know they did 
    • “why do we always watch altean things” “have you seen galra tv it’s 95% propaganda”
    • yes there’s a Galra TV Drinking Game bc holy shit is it all repetitive
  • trigel almost stops midbattle bc she can’t remember one goddamn word and it’s driving her crazy.
    • “hey, blaytz what’s the name of that large animal that nearly ran you over last week.” blaytz, dodging enemies, “i’m not answering that.” trigel, effortlessly causing two opponents to crash together, “come on!” “do you really think i stopped to ask for its name while it was chasing me down?” 
  • “gyrgan c’mon i know you and your people have some of the best curse words out there leak them
  • Some Magical Shit Happens and the og paladins somehow lose the ability to speak each other’s tongues and it’s just one really long and frustrating game of charades and zarkon drives his lion straight into a cliff out of sheer frustration.
  • drunk paladins switching between languages and laughing and having a good time
  • the og paladins vs the galran language: a saga
    • “what does that say, alfor” alfor leans in, shrugs. “i don’t know” “but you speak galran” “yeah, doesn’t mean i know how to read it have you seen the galran alphabets”
    • trigel: zarkon why is there no galran word for lesbian you need to fix this immediately
    • “zarkon, why is it that there are ten different galran phrases for ‘glorious death in battle’—each with a slightly difference connotation, mind you—but there’s no direct translation for ‘pillow’?”
    • zarkon, trying to learn all the different names for all the different articles of clothing alteans wear: alfor your people are so soft
      alfor, struggling through the tenth volume of the galran history of war book: yeah that’s fair
  • they sometimes borrow phrases from each other and since they’re sort of heads of state the phrases get disseminated down and it’s like a really risky game of telephone that might cause an intergalatic war
  • blaytz: and then gyrgan took the robot’s head clean off with his hands, and—
  • zarkon: we have a phrase for that
    trigel, without hesitation: of course you do
  • coran, to allura, immediately after learning that not only are the new paladins all the same species, but they all speak the same language: holy shit this is going to be so much easier we might actually live through this
Verses about identity in Christ:

You are a child of God-
1 John 3:1
See what great love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are. The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know Him.

John 1:12
Yet to all who did receive Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God—

Galatians 3:26-28
For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.

You are a new creation-
2 Corinthians 5:17
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.

Galatians 2:20
I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.

Colossians 3:9-10
Do not lie to one another, seeing that you have put off the old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge after the image of its creator.

You are in Him-

1 John 2:4
But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him. By this we know that we are in Him.

1 John 5:20
And we know that the Son of God has come and has given us an understanding, that we may know Him who is true; and we are in Him who is true, in His Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God and eternal life.

You are God’s special possession-
1 Peter 2:9
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.

Ephesians 1:4-5
For He chose us in Him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in His sight. In love He predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with His pleasure and will—

Psalm 139:14
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.

Ephesians 2:10
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.


YOU were created in God’s image-
Genesis 1:27
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.

You are God’s righteousness-
2 Corinthians 5:21
God made Him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in Him we might become the righteousness of God.

Romans 5:17
For if, because of one man’s trespass, death reigned through that one man, much more will those who receive the abundance of grace and the free gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man Jesus Christ.


You are a conqueror-

Romans 8:35/37
Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.

1 John 4:4
You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.

Philippians 4:13
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

2 Corinthians  2:14
Now  thanks  be  unto  God,  which  always  causeth  us  to  triumph  in  Christ,  and   maketh   manifest   the   savour  of  His  knowledge  by  us  in  every  place.

You are God’s temple-
1 Corinthians 3:16
Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit lives in you?

 2 Corinthians 6:16
For ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people.

You are not condemned-

Romans 8:1
There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.

Psalm 34:22
The Lord redeems the life of His servants; none of those who take refuge in Him will be condemned.

You are light-
Ephesians 5:8-9
For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth)

Matthew 5:14
You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden.

You are not forgotten-
Isaiah 49:16
See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.

Deuteronomy 28:13
And the Lord will make you the head and not the tail; you shall be above only, and not be beneath, if you heed the commandments of the Lord your God, which I command you today, and are careful to observe them.

Psalm 27:10
Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me.


Here’s My Heart (Part Three)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral/Fluff
Warnings: Nerves
A/N: A huge thanks to @hands1766/@darlingholland for helping me with the playlist!! And thank you to @scooblesnack for recommending the last song I needed for this playlist!! I couldn’t hyperlink it, so just copy and paste the link below into a browser to listen to it.
Part One Part Two

Originally posted by parkrpeters

*LISTEN TO PETER’S PLAYLIST HERE: spotify:user:parkersenses:playlist:54oPuLDdS1ihTiK6CUmWir*

Holding the cassette tape with shaking hands, Peter walked through the crowded hallways of Midtown High. The whole day of Friday classes had passed, and everyone was scurrying towards the school doors to begin their weekend. Peter, on the other hand, was searching for you.

The two of you had had multiple classes together throughout the day, and he spoke to you in every one. You sat together at lunch, as always, and Peter still couldn’t find it in himself to give you the mixtape. There was a nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him that you didn’t feel the same way, that you would laugh in his face and walk away if he tried to give you the cassette.

But he was determined to do it now, as he looked every which way for your familiar face. He needed to get it over with now, or he didn’t think he would ever do it. 

You were nowhere to be found. You hadn’t been at your locker, and when Peter checked at his locker, you weren’t there either. He looked in the class he knew you had last, and he was only met with an empty classroom. He was beginning to panic. He wanted to get this done; he needed to get it done.

Peter was still holding the cassette tape, still trembling head to toe. “Ned!” He shouted, walking quickly over when he saw someone who might know where you were. “Have you seen (Y/N)?”

Ned turned around to face him, looking at his best friend, confused at his urgency. “Uh, yeah, actually-”

“Where is she?” Peter cut him off, bouncing on his toes, ready to start running.

“I was gonna tell you, calm down,” Ned said, eyebrows furrowing. “I just saw her heading out the front doors. Wait,” he paused, eyes widening. “Are you gonna do i-”

“Thanks!” Peter said and darted off, not listening to the rest of Ned’s words.

“Good luck!” He heard him yell after him, although Peter couldn’t find it in himself to smile. His nerves were darting rampantly inside him, making everything too hard to concentrate on.

He sprinted his way through the halls, and he didn’t think he had ever felt his life be more on the line than in this moment. He looked around frantically when he arrived near the front doors, although he still couldn’t see you. He sighed, knowing you had already left. He ran through the doors, lightly shoving some other students out of his way. He didn’t listen to their complaints.

A rush of fresh air hit his face when he crashed through the doors, and he breathed deeply, stopping on the stairs to catch his breath. He was still looking around, searching for the deep blue Midtown sweatshirt he knew you were wearing. But so many kids were wearing the same sweatshirt, and he couldn’t seem to pick you out of the crowd.

So he resorted to screaming.

“(Y/N)!” He waited for you to turn around towards him after his scream, and a few kids did turn, but only to stare at him with an odd expression. “(Y/N)!” He screamed again, and he wasn’t sure he had ever been so loud before in his life.

He kept on yelling, and he grew to not care about the stares aimed at him. And when he felt an arm on his shoulder, he whipped around, ready to fight whoever was coming to judge him to his face.

But instead, he broke out into a smile. 

“(Y/N),” he let out a breath, and he watched as you tilted your head at him with furrowed eyebrows. He slipped the mixtape into his pocket gently, not wanting you to see it until the final moment. “What’s going on, Peter? I could hear you from-”

“I need to talk to you,” he interrupted. There was no more time. He had to do it now. “Ned said you were leaving, so, hence the calling your name.”

“Calling my name?” You laughed, now looking at him with fond eyes. “More like screaming.” Peter laughed too, letting his shoulders sag slightly. He needed to calm down if he wanted to do this right.

“I forgot something at my locker, so I went back. What did you need me for?” You continued, and Peter stiffened up again.

“Uh, can we go inside and talk?” He fidgeted when you nodded, and he walked back into the school. You followed him as he made his way into an empty classroom, and he closed the door behind you.

“What is this about, Peter?” You asked, an edge of concern to your voice.

“I, um, uh,” he stuttered. It was finally time, and he didn’t even know how to begin. This had to be perfect.

“We’ve been friends for awhile now, (Y/N). Or, it feels like it, right?” He asked, but when you nodded your head, he didn’t pay attention. He was trying to think of where to go with this. “And I’d like to think that, that we’ve grown close since, since then,” and he shook his head. This was sounding much too cliché for someone like Peter Parker.

“Look, (Y/N),” he sighed when he looked up from the ground to see the worried look on your face. 

“Peter?” You said slowly, quietly.

He pulled the cassette tape out of his pocket carefully, holding it in both hands. He forced himself not to shake. “This is for you,” he nearly whispered. He didn’t give it to you just yet, still looking at it.

“Um,” he continued, now looking up at you to see your eyes the widest he was sure they had ever been. “Here’s my heart, basically,” Peter said, laughing slightly at himself. 

This was the final moment. 

He held the mixtape out to you, taking one last look at the message he left on the front of the cassette in black sharpie before you took it into your hands.

“And you’re holding it in your hands, so just, try to be gentle,” he tried to joke, but he couldn’t have been more serious. He still gave you a soft smile, the one he only reserved for you. “Just listen to everything on it. And I think you’ll know what I’m trying to say.”

And he took a step backwards towards the door, watching as you stared down at the message he left for you. But he saw you nod, so he turned around and walked out of the door, letting out a heavy breath with his heart beating rapidly.

And when he glanced back before the door closed behind him, he saw you still looking down at the cassette, but a smile now forming on your face.

(Y/N),

Do you like science? Because I’ve got my ion you.

Love, Peter

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Alright well I was planning on ending it for part three, but I guess I’ll do another part?? Would anyone actually like another part?? Please let me know what you think of this one!! Requests are open :)

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Alex pinched the bridge of his nose before hissing through gritted teeth, “You told me to come home t’yeh, an’ while I’m out there nearly dyin’, you’re here playin’ house with some bloke?”

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Alex returns home from Dunkirk to some very unpleasant and unsettling news.

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Unrequited (Peter Parker x Reader)

a/n: Okay, I’m not new to writing or anything but this IS my first post on this brand spanking new account! I hope you guys like it!

warning: lots of angst and all that

summary: reader pines after Peter, who doesn’t realize it as he’s infatuated with Liz



I can’t say my heart didn’t break a little more each and every time I caught Peter staring at or blushing over Liz Allen. She was so freaking gorgeous, and in all honesty perfect in every single way, except for her personality maybe. Even though Peter and I had been the best of friends for years, I could never compare to how much love and adoration he had for the girl, and it broke me every single day.

I sighed heavily, trying to shake the depressing thoughts from my mind as I continued walking to school. I don’t know how it happened and I wish it never had, but one day I just woke up and saw Peter in a whole new way. He had just come over to my apartment for our weekly movie night, which had been our tradition since we were little kids.

I heard a knock sound from the front door, signaling that my best friend was probably waiting on the other side.

“Come in Peter! The doors open!” I shook my head, since he should already know that after coming to my house countless of times.

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Let’s be real, if you are only beginning to pay attention to Jin because it’s been revealed that he comes from a well off background, you are appreciating him for all the wrong reasons. Jin is more than a pretty face or the son of a CEO. He’s Kim Seokjin. 

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Appreciate him for his mental encyclopedia of dad jokes. 

Originally posted by kimthehyung

His smile. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

His angelic voice (that we need to hear more of). diD yOu seE hiS sOlo sOnG 

A W A K E 13/10 recommend

Did I mention his smile His laughter is a plus too 

Originally posted by fy-seokjin


His hardwork and determination. With his background, he could have easily decided to just take over his father’s business or something like that. But no. Jin realized that he wanted to pursue music and he did it. I really admire how he choose to make a name for himself as and Idol while also studying at college. That takes a lot of character. 

How this boy actually has a precious fondness for Mario how pure is that 

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HOw this boy cares for the other members he isn’t the mom of the group for nothing 

Originally posted by jiminisathot

JSUT HOW HE INTERACTS WITH THE OTHER BOYS MAKES MY DAy 

I could go on, but yeah. Jin is very handsome and talented. But he’s so much more than just a pretty face. HE’s a lot of things. BTS wouldn’t be BTS without Kim Seokjin. 

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the superhero code | peter parker x hero!reader

Originally posted by over-et

notes: Y/S/N = your superhero name
possible spoilers from the movie, so be warned. also in this imagine peter doesn’t have a crush on liz. 
also there is a part two if you’re interested, it’s called the lovers code it’s linked in my masterlist on my blog.


“Ugh! Watching you stare at Peter, is like watching a kid stare at a toy they really want but know they can’t have,” Michelle stated, as her eyes lifted from her book to point out the obvious. That analogy was pretty much the perfect way to describe your feelings for the boy. 

Since your freshmen year at Midtown, you had developed a crush on the cute nerd. You thought it would go away soon, but here you are a year later still longing for him. It’s not like you were shy or anything. You shared that quality with Michelle where you’re outsiders but you aren’t afraid to share your opinion with people. 

The analogy she given was perfect because you knew you couldn’t have him. Not with the life you lead. You were one of Queen’s heroes, (Y/S/N). You couldn’t have anybody get too close or else they’re life would be endangered. It was kind of the superhero code. 

Michelle was fully aware of your predicament, after reading one of your text messages from Tony Stark….’s assistant/body guard Happy. You didn’t work for Tony Stark or the Avengers. Mr. Stark saw you on the news and realized you were a superhero he would have to keep an eye on. Just like Spiderman.

“(Y/N)! No witty comeback. I’m disappointed,” Michelle stated as she stood up out of her seat. Apparently you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the bell ring, signifying the next period. Where you had P.E.


“Peter knows Spiderman!” Shouted the voice of Ned, gaining the attention of every student in the gym. You and Michelle also turned your heads to hear the story. 

Peter quickly stood up from his gym mat and walked up to Liz Allen and her group of friends. “Ugh… y-yeah. I know-know him. I’ve met him through the internship.” Peter explained, clearly nervous due to all of the eyes on him. Flash scoffed as he walked up to Peter.

“Yeah right. You probably know (Y/S/N) too since she and Spiderman are pretty much inseparable,” Flash said. You tensed at the statement. You were aware that some of the public thought you and Spidey were a thing, which made your hear hurt cause you just wanted to be associated with Peter not Spiderman.

“I’ve met her too.” Peter said. Now this got your attention. You had never once approached Peter as (Y/S/N). Too scared that he will recognize you.

“Sure. So why don’t you bring the happy couple over to Liz’s party.” Flash suggested. Which made your stomach turn, as you looked away from the two boys. Michelle noticed your reaction. She put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. 

What you didn’t know was that Peter was looking like a tomato due to the couple fact. 


“DJ FLASH!” 

“I swear if I hear that one more time I will scream.” You stated to Michelle. You were both at Liz’s party. You weren’t that into partying but you wanted to see if Peter was actually going to bring Spiderman. Or if Peter was going to try to get (Y/S/N) here. You wanted to help the boy out but you knew if you did your secret identity- POOF.

“I swear if they don’t have any cream for this bagel I will scream.” Michelle stated as she looked around the snack table for any kind of cream. She found one and started to spread it on her bagel.

“Are you seriously eating at a time like this?” You questioned, crossing my arms and keeping my eyes on the front door. Michelle nodded. “Would you relax? Your little love bug is going to show up with the boy you wished was your love bug. And he won’t look like a complete fool.” You narrowed your eyes at her for that statement, but then you saw Peter and Ned… in an interesting? fedora. But no Spiderman. 

Liz walked up to them and engaged in a short conversation. She left after someone smashed a vase and now it was Michelle’s turn to socialize. 
“Can’t believe you guys are at this lame party,” She stated as she took a bite from her bagel. “You’re here too.” Ned replied. “Am i?” With that Michelle turned to me, winked, and then walked away. Ned following, probably to argue with her or something. 

Peter walked up to you though. “Hey, (Y/N). Since when has partying ever been your thing?” He questioned. It took all you had not to squeal. Because one your crush was talking to you and two he observed your habit of not going to parties. “Michelle wanted to come but didn’t want to be stuck by herself with all of these strange people.” You lied. You were actually the one to drag Michelle here.

Peter chuckled. “Oh. Well-” 

“Hey. Parker!” Flash said into the microphone turning everybody’s attention onto Peter again. “Where’s Spiderman? Is he in Canada with your girlfriend?” Peter looked hurt and immediately exited the party.

Every muscle in your body ached for you to go after him but you knew it wasn’t your place. But you knew someone who could fix this. You looked around for Michelle and when your eyes locked with hers, she offered you a small smile fully aware of what your plan was.


You were all suited up and were about to go ahead into Liz’s party when you saw a certain web-slinger perched on a roof. You jumped up on it and joined him. Maybe he had come for Peter after all.

“Hey, Spidey! What you doing at a party like this?” You tried joking as you sat down next to him. The fellow hero seemed to be in a better mood now that you joined him. “Hey, beautiful. The question is what are you doing here,” He said. 

“First of all; how can you know I’m beautiful if you’ve never seen me underneath the mask.” “I don’t need to see your face to know you look like an angel.” “Two; I asked you first.” 

“Okay, my buddy Peter invited me. What’s your excuse?” “Thought I’d just swing by.” Spidey nodded as he looked down at the house. It was like he was looking for someone. Probably Peter. He doesn’t know that the boy stormed out of the party though. You then realized if Spidey knows Peter, maybe he could offer you some advice. 

“Hey, Spiderman can I get your advice on something?” You asked, starting to twiddle with your thumbs. Spidey nodded as he looked at you through his mask.  “Do you think it’s a good idea for superheroes to date civilians? Like I know Iron Man has Pepper Potts, but do you think it’s a good idea?” 

“Do you like a civilian?” You only nodded. Spidey let out a sigh. “If you would like to know I also like a civilian but I have no idea if it’s a good idea to date her. And if I did would it be a good idea if she knew about my whole Spiderman life.”  “That’s exactly my thoughts.”

“So who do you like?” The wall-crawler asked. “I’ll say his name if you tell me her’s.” “Deal.” And then we spoke of their names:

“Peter Parker”

“(Y/N) (L/N)”

Spiderman liked you. You had no idea how to feel or whether you should tell him that you were her. The spider had the same predicament. You let out a nervous laugh. 

“It’s probably a bad idea if we dated these people right. It’s against the code, right?” You questioned. Spidey nodded.