oh my gosh can you imagine!

More trans hogwarts headcannons

okokok so can you imagine if there was a little ceremony for all the trans kids to pick their names

like can you imagine a pureblood transgirl who’s never been around muggles choosing the name Chandelier? And even though its ridiculous she adores it more than anything in the world?

and a transboys naming themselves Fred and George to piss off Umbridge??

and oh my gosh when the a cute genderfluid first year can’t quite decide on a name so all the 5th years stay up all night making lists of names for them??

and can you picture all the agender and nonbianary kids naming themselves after their favorite professors?? imagine their cute lil smiles when the professors let them sit with them in the great hall and jokingly ask their “mini-professors” for their advice?

anonymous asked:

could you imagine shawn dating a girl from mexican heritage and her speaking spanish oH MY GOSH i can see the confusion and awe written all over his face. (or really any girl from a different heritage speaking their language)

I think Shawn would love dating someone who - of course spoke english - but had a different language as well. I think he’d be super cute trying to learn the language and failing horrible at it as well but he’d never stop trying because he really wanted to be able to speak in your language when visiting your family.

I can imagine him being all caught up in listening to you speak that language, like just staring at you and listening carefully to your words. And imagine watching movies with your native language on and him asking you every other second what this means or how to say that word or how to say a certain thing in english while watching and him trying to mutter along with the lines. And omg, you playing your fave songs in your native language to him and singing along and explaining to him what the lines meant and him jamming out to it carelessly. And him being turned on as fuck when you spoke in your native language during sex because it just sounds so exotic and sexy to him. 


🍀 lucky 44 🍀 part 4

i’m still plugging away at the 44 traditional chibi requests i took on when my blog recently hit *444 followers! though! i only have a few requests left to do! which is less than 44! so if you’d like to make a request, you can still do so until the end of Friday, then i’ll be closing it off! You can read more >here< if you’d like to take part!!!

1)  Bill Weasley from Harry Potter for @epselion - oh gosh! this one was hard! sure i love Domhnall~ but in the movies he wasn’t quite how i saw him in my minds eye? soooo… this is more how i imagine him myself???

2) Colin Farrell from Fright Night for @acroamatica - of all the Colin Farrell’s there were to pick~ i just couldn’t say no to doing vampire Colin Farrell!!! (though~ i contemplated Phone Booth Colin Farrell for the lols! XD)

3) Magnus Bane from Shadowhunters for @computergecko - i had to google this character, but from looking into this show~ i’m guessing it has a huge fandom?! if this was in color, i’d have put in the sweet hot-pink highlights he had in his hair in this one picture? and also… his winged eyeliner is AMAZING. he is too beautiful for chibi form.

4) Remus Lupin from Harry Potter for @tallrezi - sad boy, wolfy ears, Remus! so cute! so tragic! i want to give him snuggles!

thank you for the requests! just a few more left, unless more come in! (o   w o)

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

anonymous asked:

Bean!Cyclonus is so cute :"3 Now I just imagine bean!Cyclonus and Tailgate (not bean). Like, something happened and BAM - here's your happy little bean husband, Tailgate, take care of him. No, Whirl, you can't fight him

Oh my gosh, and Tailgate is in awe because Cyclonus is so terribly tiny, and incredibly cheerful. Blithely chirping and singing, grasping at Tailgate face and squirming.

Tailgate has no idea how to parent, especially when Cyclonus bursts into tears.His singing isn’t the best, but Cyclonus is instantly enamored. Sucking on his hand as he stares up at Tailgate with huge, innocent optics. 

First time Tailgate tries to feed him he throws up everywhere because he gave him normal energon. Ratchet throws a fit about it. 

Poor Cyclonus is hiccuping and nursing an upset stomach.

And he’s still hungry.

At least he gets lost of cuddles from Tailgate

Who’s still beating off Whirl with a broom. 

anonymous asked:

whispers since u said a very long time ago it was okay 2 share things inspired by u...i wrote a fic called turn to stone on ao3 abt the foretellers largely spurred on by ur hcs. it's abt ava and invi and they just fuckin die.


oh my gosh

first off, i am SO honored. like, you can’t even imagine how amazed i am to have gotten this ask and i can’t believe my little weird headcanons helped to inspire a fic??? like??? thank you.  that really lifted my mood 10000%

second, why??? no?? that hurt??? a heck of a lot??? like??? Their relationship was so beautifully written and i love the little ways you showed emotion, the little actions Ava used like taking Invi’s head in her lap, and the simple but so impactful ways you set the scene!! that was beautiful also it made me want to cry

thirdly, @ everyone else!! read this!!! http://archiveofourown.org/works/11587986 dang this fic is gorgeous and it has gone on literally every one of my fic recs!!  and it will tear your heart out!!

thank you so much for telling me, anon! i really, really enjoyed reading it, and i would LOVE it if you told me if/when you post more of the series!! it was a really great fic and i’m honored to have inspired a small part of this excellent fic!

The year Harry was born
  • Sirius: WHAT?!
  • Lily: ahem
  • Lily: *narrows eyes*
  • James: wut
  • Remus: oh you know just the birth of your child is happening this year and you seem to be more excited about Star Wars.
  • Sirius:
  • Peter:
  • James:
  • James: WOOO BABY
  • peter: BABY BABY BABY
  • James: WOOO please don't make me sleep outside WOOO
  • Lily: mhmm.
Humans are crazy

So I was hanging with friends today and it dawned on me…that human beings are insane. What we do for “fun” is insane.

We jump out of planes, jump off cliffs, climb sheer cliff walls hundreds of thousands of feet up. We have games for CHILDREN that involve pressing a button and getting shocked with electricity, and one of the most popular sports, in america at least, is full of humans bashing against each other and causes brain damage. Or humans trying to hang on to dear life on a bucking angry bull, and risk getting gored. Or just pummeling each other bloody in a ring. And we love it.

I mean, Just today, my friends and I used an electric charge machine (for flexing muscles and helping blood flow I think?) And spent an hour shocking each other and seeing how long we could last on the highest charge despite pain and spasms.

Then there are carnivals (which we also visited). Look around a carnival and nearly every ride is meant to be “fun” but also cause discomfort. Heights, spinning, sudden drops, high speeds, often combinations of all of these. They’re like giant colorful torture machines, and we LOVE them. We have whole parks dedicated to bigger, more complicated versions of carnival rides and roller coasters.

We actively seek out things that cause us discomfort…for FUN. Life risking or painful things for FUN.

Can you imagine what aliens would think about that? Imagine a poor aliens reaction upon coming to earth to research human passtimes and just being confronted with all these crazy hunans doing crazy, uncomfortable, sometimes painful things….for fun. Like,“Oh my gosh they torture themselves for fun why why why? How do we fight something that gets a kick out of hurting itself??” Imagine taking an alien visitor to a carnival or amusement park and them just being horrified.

Alien- What in the stars… Why have you taken me to a torture camp?? I thought we were friends!
Human- what do you mean? It’s a carnival! It’s fun!
Alien- but there are instruments of torture and interrogation everywhere! And…did you decorate them in colorful, pleasing lights?? What sick joke is this?!?

Or inversly, can you imagine a more serious situation wherein a human is captured and taken to be interrogated and are just…terrified. imagining what this warlike alien species has uo their sleeves, how they would torture them for information they sought. The master interrogator is this scarred, gruff alien who’s made it his life work to torture and rip that information away.

And then the human is taken into the torture room and just stops and stares at the whirl a twirl ride in the middle of the room. And they see this carnival ride and the interrogator and everyone else seem wary or scared of it, but the human just gets excited. And the whole time it’s running, the aliens are just flabbergasted because the human who’s being tortured is just laughing and grinning and even after puking is still yelling “again, again!”

No other race tortures themselves for fun. Human beings are just the craziest things.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about an “i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au with charmer or nurseydex or zimbits or something??

Well, I don’t know if you expected three mini fics, and I didn’t fully follow the prompt, but here we are.

1. Charmer

Look, Chris knew it was dumb. He knew that everyone on earth had a plain black suitcase, he knew he should have double-checked the luggage tag, he knew it was important to be sure abut these things. But knowing what he should have done couldn’t help him when he finally got his suitcase home and opened it up to find mostly yoga pants and sundresses. 


He zipped the bag back up and flipped open the luggage tag. It was cute, pink with some metallic lettering saying “I’m outta here!” in a handwritten font. Chris blamed jetlag and the redeye flight for making him miss the fact that it wasn’t his Sharks tag. He blamed the bag’s owner for not filling out any of the information on the tag.


Well, sorry random girl, he thought. He opened the suitcase up again to try to see if he could find anything that would give him a clue as to who the suitcase owner was. He moved a makeup bag aside, and hit gold immediately. Well, Samwell red. A Women’s Volleyball tshirt– mystery suitcase girl had to be on the volleyball team.

“Hey Ransom!” he yelled. “You’re facebook friends with all the volleyball team right?”

“He’s friends with everyone on campus!” Holster yelled back.

“Ask their captain if anyone flew in from the Bay Area and lost their luggage!”


“Is Justin here? My captain said he’s got my suitcase.” Chris overheard her at the door. He grabbed the bag and started hauling it downstairs. As he set it down at the bottom and caught sight of the girl in the doorway, he froze. She was pretty. Like, really pretty. 

“Um, hi,” he said.

“So you’re Justin? Oh my god, I’m so glad it wasn’t some total rando who got my bag.” 

“I’m actually Chris, Justin was just the one who was friends with your captain. Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of had to look through your stuff? Your luggage tag wasn’t filled out.” The girl laughed.

“Yours wasn’t either! Me and my teammates were like one minute away from googling the record holder for most San Jose Sharks merch, but it totally makes sense that you’re on the hockey team.” 

“Since we both forgot to write our numbers down, maybe we should do that now?” Chris suggested. The girl grinned, grabbed his phone out of his hand, and opened up a new contact. She punched in a number, and when she handed it back he saw a text of several random emojis addressed to the new contact of “Caitlin Farmer” with a girl farmer emoji and a volleyball emoji.

“Text me sometime, and maybe we can get dinner?” she said, and she was gone with her suitcase. 

Chris collapsed on the couch, a dreamy look in his eyes.

“Chowder? You get your suitcase back?” Bitty called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah! and I think I’m in love now!”

2. Nurseydex

“Cheryl, I’m telling you, I had a ton of inspiration on the plane and I wrote some great stuff for act three. No. No, it wasn’t just me thinking it’s great because I popped some melatonin and got really sleepy. It’s like, legit. Yeah, I’ll send it over as soon as I get home and–”

Derek slammed into something. If he’d been holding his phone in his hand (bluetooth is a blessing when you drop stuff easily) it would have launched across the airport. As it was, his post-flight latte was soaking through the nice white shirt of the handsome stranger in front of him.

“Shit,” the stranger said, looking down to survey the damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have trusted myself to make a phone call and not be clumsy after such a long flight,” Derek said. He set his briefcase down and pulled a wad of napkins out of the outside pocket. The guy took a deep breath, going from murderous to calm in a few seconds. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going either, it’s not your fault,” the guy said, setting down his own briefcase and accepting the napkins. He blotted at his shirt.

“Let me pay for the dry cleaning. Or a replacement,” Derek offered. The man shook his head.

“It’s fine, it probably needed to go to the cleaners anyways.” He checked his watch. “If I run, I can probably get a new one before my meeting.” He wadded the napkins into one big ball, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the exit with a terse nod. Derek, feeling terrible about the whole thing, picked up his own briefcase and walked to baggage claim.

By the time he was reunited with his home office, a cozy bookshelf-lined room in his brownstone, he had almost forgotten about the coffee incident. He was focused on sending the manuscript to Cheryl. Unfortunately, that was going to be difficult, considering he pulled a PC laptop out of the bag instead of his Mac.

Derek stared at the computer for a full minute. He almost couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. Hesitantly, he opened the laptop. On one side of the keyboard there was a weird thing that a few seconds of phone googling told him was a fingerprint scanner. Shit. He hit the space bar experimentally. Something flashed on the screen, and then was replaced with just a plain black screen with red text: ACCESS DENIED

Derek swore. He started to look through the rest of what was in the briefcase, but was disappointed to find it empty except for the laptop’s charger, three packs of gum, and receipts from a lobster shack in Maine. Shit. Nothing in here would tell him anything about the redhead he’d launched a latte at. 

He closed the laptop dejectedly, ignored his editor’s text messages, and went into the kitchen to make himself lunch and feel sorry for himself. This was the universe punishing him for covering a cute guy with coffee. If he had just kept his focus and waited to call his editor later, he could have sent the draft along and saved it and not be desperately trying to remember his inspiration.

Just as the self-pity spiral was really taking off, the doorbell rang. Derek sighed, put down his tea, and walked to the door. When he opened it, it wasn’t Girl Scouts or Jehovah’s Witnesses, but the guy from the airport.

“Cancel whatever you’re doing today, I need to teach you the most basic principles of digital security,” the guy said, pushing past Derek into the dining room. He shoved a stack of papers onto a chair and pulled Derek’s laptop out.

“I’m Will, by the way, I make software that’s hopefully a step ahead of viruses.”

“Is the draft still there?”

“The draft of what?” The guy looked confused.

“My third act breakthrough. I’m a novelist, I need to get it to my editor and I couldn’t remember if I saved it,” Derek explained.

“You know you can set up an auto-save every five minutes or so, right?” Will asked.

“This might be surprising to you, but I’ve never had a cute guy storm into my house and yell at me about computers before.” Will looked up from Derek’s computer, blushing.

“I haven’t had a cute guy dump a gallon of coffee all over me and steal my laptop before, either, but here we are.”

“Maybe you can yell about computers over lunch with me?”

3. Zimbits

Button downs. Tank tops. Slacks. Shorts. Three rolling pins. A pie tin. A half-emptied multipack of sharpies.

No lucky puck. No clothes in his size. No jerseys.

Jack sighed. It would just be too much to ask for anything to go well today. He picked up his phone to call someone with the Falconers, in the hope that they could talk to the airline and sort all this out. At the same time, his phone lit up with Tater’s face.

“Zimmboni! Look on twitter. Small internet baker has your suitcase!” Tater hung up before he could reply, so Jack just opened twitter instead. 

omgcheckplease: A bunch of pucks, some dirty jerseys, and a history textbook. Either I’m back in college or this isn’t my suitcase.

omgcheckplease: .@falcsofficial please tell your #1 player to DM me and come get his shit

omgcheckplease: and @falcsofficial tell him to give me my shit back. my hockey days are in the past, I need rolling pins, not a mouthguard

Jack smiled and laughed in the way a person laughs when they’re alone, just blowing more air than normal out of his nose. He looked through the twitter for a minute– the guy, Eric Bittle, was a Providence-based chef, whose latest tweets were mostly greetings to the various cities he’d been visiting on tour. Jack clicked the media tab on the account, and looked through the pictures. Bittle was cute. He wrote a reply.

zimmboni: .@omgcheckplease how do I send u a DM

omgcheckplease: .@zimmboni you don’t deserve to be verified, oh my god #verifybittle2k17

A few seconds later another notification popped up, and he tapped it to be brought to a DM window.

omgcheckplease: hey! sorry about the mixup. I can only imagine how confused you were to find all my book tour stuff.

zimmboni: Probably as confused as you were finding hockey stuff?

omgcheckplease: I wasn’t joking in my tweets, I did play hockey before I got into the whole cookbook/food show thing

zimmboni: Exactly, I did a book tour last year in the off-season :-)

omgcheckplease: oh my gosh, isn’t it the best and the worst?

zimmboni: I know. It’s great to meet people and talk about your work, but it’s exhausting.

omgcheckplease: that’s why I’m so excited to be back in Providence! at least until the next cookbook.

zimmboni: Well we should probably meet up to trade suitcases. Want to meet somewhere for dinner?

omgcheckplease: don’t trust me to learn where your house is?

zimmboni: I mean, if dinner goes well enough…

omgcheckplease: OH. okay, then, Mr. Zimmermann, it’s a date.

Jack smiled to himself, and got ready for his date.


i can’t stop thinking about what anon said about shou when he goes to college. i love the idea of him running his father’s shady business whilst being an arts student??? that would be good. and the fact that he followed ritsu to the same college is also good.

up until now nobody knows what business he’s running but shou would probably tell you if you just ask. he is roommates with teru. teru helps him with his hair. they’re bros. shou is also the Rich friend™  

moved-to-sayaanara  asked:

I've always been weak to the idea of Victor wearing Yuuri's clothes because his sense of style is much more tidy and yuuri is all sweatshirts and jeans and can you imagine yuuri's t-shirts going missing and when he confronts Victor about it he just plainly admits, "I like them, they smell like you," and potters on all mismatched and happy and oh gosh mY HEART



Pairing: Scott x Reader


Could you do one for Scott? Maybe about him and the reader fangirling over Captain and then they just casually decide to go out or something?

Scott has created a chatroom.

Scott has invited Y/N.


Scott: Cap invited me to train with him. You jelly?

Y/N: He invited me to train with him too! You’re not so special, Lang.


Y/N: Scott. That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?

Scott: Oh. I… I didn’t think so, but now that you mention it…

Y/N: I’m going to have to let Steve know.

Scott: Wait, Y/N, no, please!

Y/N: He’s not going to approve.


Y/N: I’m messing with you, lol.

Scott: I was shaking!



Y/N: We’re so getting kicked off the team if he finds out about our lil club.

Scott: Like that would stop us from stanning him.

Scott: you when you see Cap


Y/N: A rare pic of me trying to stop you from doing something stupid when Steve acknowledges your presence.


Phil has joined the chat.

Phil: Hello, amateurs.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request some headcanons? The ouran hosts with a crush or s/o who's really good at writing and drawing? Thank you

Of course, you may! I LOVE this request because I am someone who writes and draws so I had a lot of inspiration when writing it. I hope you enjoy!

The Hosts with a S/O who writes and draws -

Originally posted by kisskissfuckshitup


  • Will constantly ask you to draw him things
  • mainly himself
  • Loves seeing all of your artwork and will no joke pin it on all the walls
  • He’s like that one parent whose refrigerator is covered in their child’s artwork
  • He is also very interested in your writing and will always want to read it
  • Tamaki will shower you in compliments on every piece you make


  • Always slyly inserting your name into conversations to show you off
  • “Ah yes my dear Y/N is quite the artist themselves, can I show you a piece they made?”
  • Wouldn’t ask for a piece but would gladly take one if you gave it to him
  • Likes to keep certain pieces to himself because he wants to keep certain aspects of you to himself
  • So you’ll probably find some of your drawings on his desk
  • LOVES your writing
  • Drawn in every time he reads your writing
  • Your writing is something he wants to himself, and he can become very jealous if you share it with others


  • The amount of praise you will receive from this boy is insane          
  • Hikaru tries to play off how much he loves your art
  • But he will get jealous if you show someone else your art         
  • “Y/N! I wanted to be the only one to see that piece!”         
  • Usually joins you when you’re drawing          
  • Which leads to drawing challenges (very competitive beware!!)         
  • ADORES your writing as well
  • Like would read it for the rest of his life if he could
  • lowkey reads through your stuff/goes through your sketchbook without you knowing this little shit


  • So happy???
  • Kaoru BEAMS every time you show him something of yours
  • Again wouldn’t ask for you to make him something
  • Though he secretly wants you to draw him
  • “Y/N if you ever need something to draw, I’ll pose for you~.”
  • Kaoru loves powerful writing that leaves an impact on the reader
  • Likes taking your writing with him everywhere so he’s never bored
  • If you every write/draw him something he will hold it dear to his heart and never let anyone else see it

Mori -

  • I honestly think Mori would be the most interested to find out his s/o could write/draw
  • He likes seeing people use things other than words to express themselves
  • Mori’s ears and nose would turn bright red if he found out you wrote/drew something for him
  • But he would cherish it forever omg
  • LOVES all types of writing but poetry is his favorite
  • “I love it Y/N.”
  • smol smile I’m dead

Honey -

  • Will ask you to draw him things every five seconds
  • Likes fictional and humorous writing
  • And picture books obviously I mean have you seen this boy
  • Constantly encouraging you to become a writer/artist as a profession
  • Loves drawing with you
  • Overall a very happy smol bean
Harry Hook - “Angry Pirate”

Originally posted by dizzykat28560

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Request: “After descendants 2, I really need something for Harry Hook (the loml). Can you write something with this prompt: Person A: B doesn’t like me, C. They just wanna be friends. Person C: Oh really Person C: *clears throat* Person C: OH MY GOSH A! IS THAT A HICKEY?! Person B: *crashes through the wall* WHAT!! WHO!! Person A: *blushes* With person A being Reader, person B is Harry, and person C is either Uma or Gil”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: Teensy bit of jealousy

“Hey, Y/N.” Uma smirked as you sat on one of the stools in front of the bar of her mother’s restaurant. “Hey Um, what’s up?” You greeted shooting her a warm smile.

She seemed to continue giving you those knowing eyes and you rolled your eyes. “What is it now?” You asked already sensing she had a trick up her sleeve of some sort.

Uma was one of your best friends, so you could easily see the hints of when she was scheming something.

“You see Harry around? He didn’t show up to training today.” She sighed taking a seat next to you as she removed her apron.

“He and I took a walk on the beach.” You answered with a quizzical expression, Harry never missed a training session, even for you.

“Well that’s strange, he came back a blushing mess. Sure nothing else happened?” She asked poking your shoulder playfully.

“Oh shush. I’ve known Harry since we were in diapers.” You laughed ignoring her wiggling eyebrows.

Truth be told, you’ve always had feelings for the sometimes terrifying pirate. But being one of the shy and less evil villains on the Isle, you knew there wouldn’t be any chance for the two of you to be together. “

The two of you are obsessed with each other! Hell, even Gil can see that and he barely notices anything.” Uma exclaimed as Gil looked up from his food at the mention of his name.

“Harry doesn’t like me, Uma. He just wants to be friends.” You assured as a small frown appeared on your face.

The blue-haired pirate smirked as she cleared her throat dramatically. “Oh my gosh Y/N! Is that a hickey?” She shouted as everyone’s attention was now on you.

“What are you…?” You started looking down at your attire to make sure there wasn’t a bruise that could be mistaken for a hickey.

Suddenly a yell was heard as Harry burst through the swinging doors, knocking two pirates out of the way.

“What? Who?” He exclaimed loudly. You blushed as he began observing your neck and collarbone.

“Har. I don’t have a hickey. Shrimpy here tricked you.” You chuckled seeing how worried he looked as Uma seemed amused by the conversation.

“I’ll leave the two of you.” She smiled as Harry began to redden when he realized what he just did. “Well…” You smiled taking his hand in yours. “Why were you so concerned, Hook?”

“I…um. I like you, Y/N. I guess I was just a little jealous is all.” He said as a smile appeared on his usual stern face.

You smirked as you brought your lips to his chiseled jaw and placed a quick kiss there, and left him, stunned.

Imagine your favorite character has to make you forget him and put you in this universe in order to save you

“I’m sorry, (Y/N) but I have to do this. This is the only way I can save you. Remember just one thing. I love you. I always will. And I’ll find you. I promise” You tried to protest but as soon as you opened your mouth everything went black. *** You slowly opened your eyes. “Oh my gosh my head” you flinched. This morning wasn’t good as you wanted it to be. Your head was pounding and you had the feeling you forgot something. Something important. But you couldn’t remember…

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Peter Parker… Drunk??

Peter Parker X Reader Headcanons

A/N: Hey, everyone! I’m sorry I’ve been pretty absent these past few weeks!! As you probably know, it’s because of my internship thing which is finishing this week. ANYWAY! I’ll be posting more soon (hopefully)!! I hope you like this. (I have no idea why there are weird numbers in random places, I’m sorry!!!) (ON A SIDE NOTE I’VE GAINED LIKE 300 FOLLOWERS THIS WEEK?? THANK YOU I’VE GONE FROM 250 TO LIKE ALMOST 600 AND I FEEL V BLESSED)

Also, a huuuuge thank you to @marvelsheroes for this idea AND god bless @pctcr for reading this over for me before I threw it into The Void™

- Let’s be real, Peter is a Lightweight™ 

- Like, one drink and he’s already going through the motions.

- This makes it awkward when you’re just at home casually Cracking Open A Cold One™ and then suddenly you’ve got a drunk Peter on your hands.

- There are stages of Drunk Peter™

One Drink Peter is sickeningly sweet!! His mouth will literally just bubble over, complimenting you.

- “(Y/N), why are you so pretty? Oh my gosh, I’m so lucky to have you.”&#157;

- “Peter, I’m literally wearing my pyjamas, what are you talking about???”&#157;

- He’s also 2467995790075 times more affectionate.

- Expect hugs from really awkward positions.

- Like, imagine Peter thinks some can is a fizzy drink and so he grabs it but it’s actually beer and he comes over to you drunk??

- And you’re trying to do yoga so you’re bent in a weird shape,

- And then Peter decides now is Prime Time™ for spooning.

Two Drink Peter starts talking SUPER LOUD, like, your head hurts.


- “Thank you for the update, I’ll treasure it forever.”

Three Drink Peter gets very emotional.

- “I’m so lucky to be with you honestly like you look after me and I’d probably be homeless if it weren’t for you like I know I have May but I feel like I put too much pressure on her and on you I don’t know I mean I’d do anything for you…”

- “Peter, sh.”

- “No! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I wish I was good enough with words to let you know how much you mean to me…”

- “You’re so dramatic. I love you, drama queen.&#157;”

- *choked up* “I love you too.”

Four Drink Peter makes gross & dorky innuendos.

- “Wanna have a fist fight?”

- “Peter, we’re not five… Okay, you’re going down.”

- *complete straight face* “On you, I hope.”

- “pEtEr!!¡!¡&#157;”

Five Drink Peter is weirdly confident???¿?

- Like, you might be at a party and suddenly Peter will challenge someone (probably Flash) to a rap battle or something and he’ll blow everyone out of the water with his Sick Rhymes™

- And you’re jumping up and down like tHaT’s My BaBy!¡!!

- When Peter is like this he also feels zero shame in gushing about you to literally everyone within a million mile radius.

- “Oh, hi! I don’t think we’ve met! I’m Peter and this is my girlfriend, (Y/N). Isn’t she great? I can’t believe she loves me, I’m so lucky. On our first date I was so nervous but she makes me feel so comfortable and – What, (Y/N)?”&#157;

- “Peter, stop, oh my gosh.”

- *simultaneous blushing*

- Flash, from across the room, behind his deck: “EW GET A ROOM”&#157;


- Peter, tearing up at what a blessing you are: “That’s,,,, my girl!!!!!!!!!”

Six Drink Peter needs to Sleep™

- One minute he’ll be walking just fine and then the next he’s just collapsed to the floor.

- “Peter? Peter! Are you okay?????”

- *unintelligible groans*

- “I’m getting you to bed.”

- *opens one eye* “Ooh, tell me more.” (Four Drink Peter, is that you????)

- “Not like that, you frickin’ dork.” 


- Peter Parker is probably the most interesting drunk??

- Like an onion, he has LAYERS

- The End????

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Distractions + Bonus Chat

Pairing: T’Challa x F!Reader


T'challa x Reader where she wants to ask him out but the others find the most random things to ask to distract them     

A/N: The bonus chat is at the end of this. And Wade is in it, so as always, language.

Wanda has created a chatroom.

Wanda has added Y/N.

Wanda: So, how’d it go? Did you ask T'Challa yet?

Y/N: Something came up and he had to leave for Wakanda. It’s fine, I’ll ask him when he gets back.

Wanda: It could be months, Y/N. You shouldn’t wait. Ask him now.

Wanda: I know what you’re doing, and don’t you dare!

Y/N: Huh? I’m not doing… whatever it is that you presume I am.

Wanda: So you’re not searching for quotes on being patient as an excuse to not ask him now?

Y/N: Dammit, you know me too well!

Y/N: How would I ask him now, anyway?

Wanda: If only the Avengers had some secure, private means of communicating with each other…

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'Minor' Accidents

A/N: I finally forced myself to type this out on my phone while I wake for a new laptop. Sorry it took so long!

You immediately smile when Harry’s name pops up on your phone screen, but that smile quickly fades after he speaks.

“Please don’t freak out.”

The first words out of his mouth make you do the exact opposite of what he wanted you to do- panic. You can hear some kind of commotion in the background as you ask him what’s happening.

“I got in a little car accident, but-”


“Hey, I’m fine. I promise I’m still in one piece. I just can’t drive my car home, I need you to pick me up.”

You’re already putting your shoes on and desperately searching for your purse while he’s trying to explain where he is.

“There’s no need for you to come all the way over here; I’ll walk to the corner near the bakery and you can pick me up from there.”

“No, Harry. I’m picking you up where you are and we’re going to the hospital.”

He tries to argue, but he knows you’re much too stubborn and worried to give in.

“Stay right where you are. I’m on my way. I love you.” You hang up before he has the chance to protest any further.

As much as you’re trying to block it out, this whole situation is giving you flashbacks of the accident you were in over a year ago. Now you know exactly what he felt when you’d called him in the same situation.

As you round the corner Harry described, the scene in the road makes your heart stop and you understand why Harry had tried to get you to pick him up somewhere else. Contrary to what he said on the phone, this was not a little accident. You pull over to the side of the road where Harry’s waiting, your hand covering your mouth as you’re trying to blink the tears out of your eyes. Your car door flies open and he holds his arms out for you to run into.


All you can do is whimper his name as you wrap your arms around him, rubbing your hands over his back and appreciating that he’s still standing in front of you.

“I’m okay, baby. I’m okay.” He assures you, hugging you closer to his body in an attempt to calm you down.

You pull away and hold his face in your hands, your eyes darting around to look for anywhere he could be hurt. As far as you can tell, he’s completely fine.

“Stop, angel. I’m fine, don’t worry.”

You can’t stop yourself from glancing over at the wrecked car that’s still in the middle of the road. Just by looking at the scene, you can imagine what Harry had felt right before the car smashed into his. There was nothing he could’ve done to avoid it.

“Don’t look over there, baby, please.” He practically begs, taking in the panicked look on your face. You’re blinking quickly to stop any tears from falling, and the thought of Harry being in that car when it smashed was making your head spin with worry.

“I… I’m so glad you’re okay. Oh my gosh, Harry.” You pull him back into you as you finally start to relax, and you feel him take a deep breath as he squeezes you a little closer.

“We’re going to the hospital.” You insist.

“Baby, we really don’t need to, I’m fine-”

“Harry, we’re going. Just in case.”

He gives you an exasperated look, but when you raise your eyebrows at him, he knows he’s not going to get out of it. After a few more attempts at persuading you he’s fine, he finally gives in and hops in the car and lets you drive.

He won’t admit it, but by the time you reach the hospital, he’s actually glad you forced him to come. His entire body is starting to ache and his head is pounding horribly. Judging by the pain in his head, he’s not too surprised when he’s told he has a pretty serious concussion.

You shoot him one of those looks that says ‘I told you so’, but he can tell by your tight grip on his hand that you’re more concerned than anything. He’s released from the hospital with some painkillers and instructions to take it extremely easy for a while- instructions you’ll definitely make him follow.

“I can’t believe I have a concussion. Thought I was fine.” He huffs while you help him get settled on the couch at home. Even though you know you’re being a little overly protective, you don’t think it’s a good idea to let him walk up the stairs to your bedroom. Besides, the couch is surprisingly comfortable and big enough for both of you.

“I don’t even remember hitting my head.”

You nod understandingly, placing your hand gently on his knee as you sit down next to him.

“You were in shock, baby.” You say quietly.

He’s spacing out, rearranging thoughts in his head and trying to figure out what to say to you. He knows you’re going to worry no matter what, but he has to at least make an attempt to calm you down before you drive yourself crazy.

“I know you’re worried, but I swear I’m fine. I feel normal except for a little headache.”

You bite your lip and study his face, noticing the little bump and bruise on his forehead as you push his hair back.

“Stop that. Y/n, I can see you freaking out. Please, listen to me, baby.”

You finally let his hair fall back to its original position as you lock eyes with him, and his hands reach over to take yours.

“Harry, don’t you realize how lucky you are?” You practically whisper, sadness and worry in your eyes as you stare up at him.

He nods slowly and smiles at you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“When I saw that car, and I thought of you driving…” Your voice cracks as tears fill your eyes; as soon as Harry sees, he shakes his head and reaches out to cup your cheek in his hand.

“Hey, no tears… This is why I wanted you to pick me up down the street.” He chuckles lightly and wipes the tears from your cheeks.

“I know how scared you feel, y/n. I know it’s terrifying to know that you can’t protect me from everything, because that’s exactly how I felt when this happened to you. But baby, I’m perfectly fine, okay?” His eyes are wide as he stares at you, watching for a reaction. He knows nothing is going to soothe your worry completely, but he hopes his reassurance can help somehow.

You nod slowly and take a deep breath, feeling a little relief when Harry’s arm wraps around you and pulls you into his side.

“You’re okay.” You repeat, closing your eyes and feeling calm for the first time since he called you earlier.

“Now, can you relax so we can catch up on Criminal Minds?” He laughs.

You roll your eyes playfully but snuggle closer to him when he turns the TV on, content with the fact that you both get to enjoy little moments like these.

  • Jungkook: *Looks up and happens to glance at Tae*
  • Taehyung: Oh my gosh you are totally staring at me.
  • Jungkook: What?
  • Taehyung: It's so cute how obvious you are being!
  • Jungkook: But I wasn't-
  • Taehyung: Oh my gosh stop flirting with me!
  • Jungkook: I-
  • Taehyung: I know I'm beautiful but thanks anyways. I guess you can call me later...
Kinetica (Peter Parker x Reader)


Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

“Peter! Peter! Bro, have you heard about the new superhero going around Queens?” Ned asks Peter as he approaches the lunch table. “Yeah, she beat me to some trashy thieves yesterday. Why?” Ned smiles widely before placing a Daily Bugle article on the table.

“IS KINETICA THE BETTER SUPERHERO?!” Peter exclaims. “How the hell is she better than m-uh, I mean him! She barely even showed up last week!” Peter is furious with the article and Ned’s entertained smile makes him even madder. “The article says that Kinetica has done a lot more for the community in the past week than Spiderman has in the past six months, man. You need to step up your game.”

While this conversation is taking place in the cafeteria, you’re struggling with your calculus homework in the library of Midtown Highschool. Since you got your telekinesis powers, you’ve been spending as much time as possible trying to help the citizens of Queens. You don’t know how Spiderman does it. Whether you do your homework during school or after, you’re still losing sleep and your grades have begun to drop from all the time you’re out in the city trying to help. You’re beginning to losing your mind with all the work and physical strain as well as lack of sleep.

When you walk home that day, your friend Peter catches up to you. “Wow, (Y/N), you okay? You’re wobbling,” he says. “Yeah, yeah I’m good, Pete. Barely getting any sleep, that’s all.” He nods and tells you he knows how that feels. Your t-shirt slips down as you adjust your bag and he sees the faint colours of a familiar green and black skin-tight costume. You pull your shirt up before he can see for longer than a second, though. “Hey, (Y/N), can I ask you something?” 

“Sure, Peter, what’s up?” you say tiredly.

“What do you think of the new superhero, Kinetica? I think she’s kinda stupid, if you ask me. We already have Spiderman to take care of Queens.”

“Well I think Queens is big enough for both of them,” you say quickly and defensively.

“Can I ask you another question?”

“Sure, Pete, shoot.”

“Wanna team up instead of you stealing all of my bad guys? I could use some help.” He grins as you stop walking.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” You say before catching up with him. “One condition, though.” He hums for you to tell him what that may be.

“Swing me home? I’m gonna collapse if I walk any further.” He chuckles and pulls you into an alleyway to change before he swings you to your bedroom window. With an arrangement of him picking you up at eight that night, you both parted ways.