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Index Cards Rule

Has this ever happened to you:

“Okay, so it’s Bob’s turn. Oh, shit, wait, I forgot to roll saves for those orcs at the end of their turn. Oh and I forgot to apply the ongoing damage from the poison to them. So let me just take a step back. Huh, that one orc should be dead from the ongoing damage already… wait, let’s just rewind for a bit. Oh, and that one was stunned so it shouldn’t have been able to take any actions…”

Fret not! Because finally there’s a solution!

Hi, I’m that guy who runs the Fuck Yeah Dungeons and Dragons shopping network, and I’m here to tell you about how cool index cards are. Observe.

And ordinary pile of stupid boring index cards transform into the most powerful tracking tool in the hands of an expert GM.

Have your players roll Initiative or some bullshit like that and then roll Initiative for monsters. Write down their Initiatives and names on a card.

Then put them in a nice pile in Initiative order.

And you can use these to track all kinds of information and have it all at hand whenever you have to remember it.

Keep track of monster hit points and conditions.

Keep track of save ends conditions. In here I’ve written the condition at the top so I remember to apply its effect at the beginning of Steve’s turn and also at the bottom to remind me that Steve gets to save against it at the end of his turn.

But there’s more.

Like I wrote earlier, you can use this to keep track of important NPCs and factions. I even made a little countdown clock for their goal. When it’s full the zombie apocalypse happens. Every time the PCs fail to stop the cult’s evil plans or don’t do anything to stop them, the clock ticks forward.

And here’s the other side, for keeping track of important NPCs and other personas involved in the cult.

Like that’s just a few things you can do with index cards. They’re really cool.

You could theoretically use almost any kind of card for this but who wants to do that

Dialogue Prompts
  1. “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”
  2. “In the least creepy way possible, I know where you live.”
  3. “A onesie is not an appropriate gift for my mothers birthday!”
  4. “Why would you even suggest that?”
  5. “Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.”
  6. “Can I borrow your pencil, and your homework.”
  7. “I just want to start over.”
  8. “I’m sorry, can we just pretend I never said that.”
  9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”
  10. “I would kill for a slice of cake right now…literally”
  11. “Well this got incredibly awkward incredibly quickly.”
  12. “Woah, hold the fuck up, you did what now?”
  13. “I love you, I always have.”
  14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”
  15. “I miss you, but then i remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.”
  16. “Tell me everything.”
  17. “What happened to you?”
  18. “Hey honey…did you seriously adopt another kitten?”
  19. “How many times do I have to tell you, we are not getting a bouncy castle for my dad’s 60th.”
  20. “I know it’s hard, but get over it.”
  21. “I am not dramatic, it was a very big spider.”
  22. “How to kill the mood 101.”
  23. “You left me with no one, sorry doesn’t change that.
  24. “This is a joke right?”
  25. “Clearly I did not drink enough for this.”
  26. “I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did.”
  27. “You only want to go because there’s free food.”
  28. “This song is so us.”
  29. “It’s too early for this, just go back to sleep.”
  30. “If I tell you I love you will you make me pancakes?”
  31. “If you sing that song one more time I will kill you.”
  32. “Honestly, I don’t want to know.”
  33. “Hold up, she said what?”
  34. “You are so sweet, and I am so sorry.”
  35. “You don’t deserve this.”
  36. “Poke me once more and see what happens.”
  37. “Ghosts aren’t real for God’s sake.”
  38. “I need to punch something, preferably their face.”
  39. “You are so extra.”
  40. “Why did you think that was okay?”
  41. “When did you become my mother?”
  42. “New drinking game, drink overtime you’re a dickhead. Oh wait I already have alcohol poisoning.”
  43. “I trusted you.”
  44. “Don’t talk to me, I need my coffee first.”
  45. “Remember that time I thought you were stalking me?”
  46. “I hate that I still love you.”
  47. “Of course it’s not your fault, it never is.”
  48. “I am this close to calling my ex.”
  49. “Maybe this really was a bad idea.”
  50. “Jesus Christ I forgot how much I hate exercise.”
  51. “Baby, please tell me you can explain why there is a hole through the window.”
  52. “Wow I can’t believe he said you were ugly, hun he is clearly blind.”
  53. “Sorry I’m late.”
  54. “I don’t know why I bother.”
  55. “I’d rather do a lot of things than eat my vegetables but you gotta do it.”
  56. “That was so romantic.”
  57. “Out of all the things you could have said, and you went with that.”
  58. “I can’t wait to see you.”
  59. “I don’t want you, I need you.”
  60. “Stop laughing this isn’t funny!”
Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU


Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Petty trolling in clinic

As I’m bidding farewell to my second to last patient, I hear two female voices yelling at each other in the waiting room.

Turns out, it’s my last patient, screaming racial slurs at another patient. 

The nurse calls security, who help my attending and I pry the two women apart.

I get my patient into the clinic room. “Ma’am, that kind of behavior is not appropriate here. You will be respectful and behave yourself.”

My patient squints at me. “I don’t understand your English, are you from here?”

Mind you, I was born in the US, raised in the US, I get teased for using SAT words and enunciating like I’m performing theatre. You know why she asked me this question? Because I “don’t look like an American”. Her words, not mine.

Okay. We gonna do this racist shit?

I can play this game. Let’s go.

So as she begins to ramble, I begin to squint. 

And cock my head. 

And every one or two sentences, I interrupt her and say “can you say that…more slowly?” or “wait wait one more time. Enunciate, if you wouldn’t mind.” “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t understand that.” She’s just here for her med refills. I already filled them out before she came in. I draw out this torture for the entire twenty minutes. By the end of the visit, I’m smiling serenely and her face is the color of a tomato.

My medical assistant sits outside my clinic door and hears this all go down. When I’m done with the patient, he picks up where I left off.

“Ma’am, I’m going to need you to speak clearly, I’m having a hard time understanding your English,” he says, as he provides her discharge paperwork and final instructions. I’m choking down my laughter in my clinic room. 

Don’t fucking push your racist shit onto my patients, my staff, or me. 

Going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy would include...

Originally posted by crystalgreene-justromance

request -  Dancing with Draco at the Yule Ball.

a/n - i kind of changed it up and made it into a yule all with draco thing since i had a lot more ideas to offer into the request, hope you don’t mind!!! xxx

- he probably asked you by using a charm to be all cutesy

- he only went all out because he thinks you’re the absolute cutest in the school

- also would probably beat crabbe and goyle up if they called they said anything about you that was negative

- him asking fellow slytherins to tie his bowtie

- ‘draco all you’ve ever told me to do is go stick a dragons egg up my arse why should i help you now’

- ‘I KNOW BUT JUST THIS ONE TIME CMON’

 - waits for you at the bottom of the staircase in front of the great hall

- might i mention that you’ve already tripped on your dress a good 5 times already

- your mom sent you that dress okay!!! it was special and you hope he would like it

- and oh boy did he

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Imagine skyping with Jensen on your anniversary and him having a unique surprise for you.

“Hey, just hanging out on set here with the crew, the car… And a few friends.” Jensen turned the camera to show a group of people right behind him, making you giggle as you saw all the Supernatural fans on the background.

“Woooo!” they all cheered as Jensen waved at them, his eyes still focused on his phone’s screen and therefore you.

“You’re having all the fun there without me huh?” you put on playful frown “Shame on you.”

“Oh you know it’s never real fun without you here, sweetheart.” he grinned at you, winking.

“Just on our anniversary hm? You are a terrible boyfriend.” you tried to say as seriously as you could but it was impossible considering the adorable pout that appeared on his face. Why did you have to love him this much?

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I’d give everything to take the first plane and fly right there to you and give you on of the biggest hugs and kisses.” he sighed a little too sadly and you felt bad for bringing it up in the first place.

“Jens, I didn’t mean it like that. Come on, you know I was just kidding. I am thankful for every moment I spent with you on and off set. I know that you didn’t imagine it like this, but you had to do the extra shooting.” you shrugged, getting comfortable in your bed as you wrapped his flannel closer around you. It was some sort of comfort to be able to smell his scent days like this when he had to leave because he had extra scenes. You did have a role in Supernatural but much like Misha you didn’t have to spend so much time on set like Jensen and Jared.

“I know, I couldn’t skip this because otherwise I would break down but- this is out five-year anniversary. I had so many things planned and-” he bit his lip, turning around so that you could see the Impala again “I wanted us to do so many things today and I just- I screwed up, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, please.” you offered him a small but sad smile “We can do this another day, we’ll pretend it’s our anniversary and we can spoil each other as much as we want.”

“It’s just it won’t be the same. And I wanted you to know it today that-” he cleared his throat looking at the group of people again “Just wait, they have a little something for you.” he said a little excited, turning to show them again.

“Alright guys, you ready?” he asked as he got a loud “Yes” as a response.

“One, two-” he glanced behind him “Three!”

“I love you!” they all shouted in unison so that it sounded almost like oe voice and you bit hard on your lip, giggling softly.

“Oh Jensen, I know that already.” you felt your heart swell inside your chest “I love you too baby, very much.”

“I just needed you to know this today.” he whispered “Because things probably didn’t go as planned but I am still set on asking you today-” he took a deep breath, giving the guys a small nod.

“(Y/n)!” they all shouted in one voice, making you grin to yourself “Open the first drawer of your nightstand!” this was harder to say but they managed.

“Ok” you chuckled with a perplexed look on your face as you went for it. But you froze mid-movement when the only thing you saw was a small red velvet box.

“What…?” you whispered, trailing off, not paying attention to your computer as you took hold of it.

“Jensen what-” you tried to swallow the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Open it, sweetheart.” his voice was rough as well, laced with emotion. Even if you didn’t look at him you could picture that nervous and cute smile on his face as well as his glossy eyes.

You did as told, still unable to look up from it as you trembling hands you attempted to open it. For some reason it seemed harder than you’d expect, your muscles refusing to do the simple task but when you actually opened it all air got knocked out of your lungs. Your eyes widened more than before and you could swear you felt a tear slip from your eye as your lips fell apart. You stared at the diamond ring for what felt like an eternity before managing to move your eyes and look back at the screen.

“Jensen…” your voice was barely above a whisper and whatever words you had in mind to say disappeared when you saw the four words on the screen.

“(Y/n)” he breathed out, giving you a nervous smile “I wish I was there to ask you this, but I am not going to waste this day when I planned to make it the best of your life. So I need to ask you one last thing-” he said breathlessly before glancing at them and giving them a nod.

“Will you marry me?” they all shouted in unison as they held boards with the words.

“Will you marry me, princess?” Jensen repeated the question in a whisper.

The Accidental Sext

Overview: Wrong Number AU. Piss drunk, you decided it would be a good idea to send a raunchy photo of yourself to your ex. But as fate had it, you sent it to the wrong number.

Word Count: About 4,500.

Warning(s): Swearing, drinking, drunk texts, some suggestive content, slight sexting, so much fluff. No smut, but should be 16+ to read.

Author’s Note: Modern, Muggle AU; Sirius Black x Reader. I was reading some “I accidentally sent nudes to my boss” horror stories and this idea came into my head. (Sirius is not her boss.) Enjoy! ;)

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Not My Jacket - Part 3 - S.P

Originally posted by howtoamuseacoolperson

Masterlist

Part I, Part II , Part III, Part IV , Part V

taglist;  @allison-rosewood-maximoff , @whenaprincessisahero , @sweetpeas-serpant , @babygirlscali , @randomnesss-of-fandomness , @coffeeaddict201 , @jxhn-mxrphy , @maceyisntcool , @and-i-swear-we-are-infinte , @tacozxd , @lifeisforlosers , @cinn-rawr , @betty-dale@imthewinchestertoyourimpala , @writersandroses , @kytty27 , @lilithmouse , @poolpartyingwithjaws , @savy-girl , @moonkvd , @svenjafangirlt , @mariechristine91 , @igivethefeels , @luckyfriess , @deethelionprince , @itszehraa , @penisprkr , @lucystivinsky1315

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You looked at sweet pea, eyes wide, he was still working on your neck.

“Good job joining the serpents. Your parents must be very proud” She drawled.

“What do you want?”

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Number 1 Fan

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

Smut warning

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(Y/n) POV:

“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.

“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.

I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.

I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.

I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.

“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”

In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.

“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.

My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”

My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”

I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”

I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.

I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.

I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.

I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.


I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”

The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.

He can make me laugh

We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.

“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”

I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.

“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.

Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.

I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.

Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.

I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.

The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.

We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.

He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.

He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.

He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.

Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Irresistible

Request: Hi!! I’ve recently watched the clip again of Sebastian Stan flirting with Sharon Stone haha can you do an imagine where Seb’s gf is an actress. And Seb and his gf is invited to guest on James Corden’s show but they didn’t know that the gf’s celebrity crush would also be there and when he comes on she gets all giggly or something and Sebastian’s all jealous but in a joking way???

Word Count: 568

Warnings: flirting? Lol

A/N: I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this - hope you like it!


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Ugh I can’t believe I’m diving headfirst into the TAZ discourse but here’s my 2 cents on both the graphic novel and the Blupjeans issue. I know I can’t speak for the people who feel marginalized by this but here we go.


The graphic novel:

–I think y’all are holding the Mcelroys and the graphic novel artist at gunpoint here. Stop that. Gently inform them of your opinions on what they could do better or what you think they did wrong if anything (it’s called constructive criticism), and let them make their own darned creative decisions. They’ve proven time and time again that they care about their fanbase.

–No one is perfect, my dudes. If you hold people up on a pedestal and then immediately flip-flop your opinion of them to “shitty racists” when they make a single mistake, not only is that terrifying as a creator but it’s just a toxic environment in the first place. Again with the whole gently inform them that they made a mistake thing. 

–In my opinion they should have gone with a prose novel or something because there are so many infinitely diverse and infinitely valid interpretations of the characters. Such a set-in-stone visual medium as a graphic novel is really the wrong thing for a podcast. 

–Exactly how much is the Taco thing still a joke? They’ve kind of dropped the whole “inventing the taco” thing, made it clear that Lup isn’t short for Chalupa at all in any capacity, and Griffin made it clear that the dish Taako’s spent his whole life trying to imitate subconsciously is “not a taco” but some kind of open-faced sandwich with nutmeg-y stuff or whatever he described it as.

–If anything, blame Taco Bell and other Americanized fast food taco whatevers for turning tacos into such a meme-status food that Taako seemed like just a harmless joke in the first place. 


Blupjeans: 

–”Guys, don’t hate Blupjeans, either one can be bi or pan, it still falls under the LGBT umbrella” Um…guys, ok, so news flash, well-written straight couples can exist in shows with good diversity, ok. It’s not “The mcelroys are shitty for writing a straight couple….oh wait yeah one can be bi everything’s cool,” it’s “the mcelroys have written multiple well-done diverse romance stories in this DnD podcast, this being one of them.” 
Also, Lup is already fantastic representation in and of herself, especially with such a strong relationship that she has, and the fact that she’s written as a person rather than just checking something off an identity checklist for brownie points. 

–And on that note, I don’t think Griffin’s doing another Bury Your LGBT here! I really really really really feels like Griffin’s setting it up to bring Lup back. Really really really. Don’t call him out on killing off another LGBT character before she’s confirmed 100% Completely Dead. Remember we have the literal grim reaper on our side here. 

BTS and Cuddling

this is turning into a series or something. and i totally didn’t disappear for three months straight what are you talking about 👀


  • Seokjin

Pure tall bean. He’d love being the big spoon and just holding you, so that’s probably his go-to position when cuddling. However, he enjoys having your head on his wide chest, but only if you two are napping. At first, it was pretty awkward because he was so nervous his hands were literally shaking as he dragged you a little bit closer to his warm body. He found it kind of awkward though, and he still does, so you guys only cuddle when you’re going to sleep or watching a movie. Seokjin gets flustered when you’re this close, though, no matter how long you’ve been together, but he always smiles when he holds you. He gets hot pretty easily, so you never cuddle with a blanket over you two, unless you’re really cold. If he feels playful, he’d start tickling you. Also, would lean real close to your ear and while his lips are brushing the shell of it, he tells you the worst dad joke you’ve ever heard oh my god this nerd.

“Seokjin, come cuddle me.” “W-what? No-I mean, I-I, I don’t think I can right now.” “Stop being so flustered and hold me.” *while being dragged behind you on the couch, he’s happy that your back is pressed to his chest and you can’t see his blush*


  • Yoongi

My love. He’d totally be the small spoon, it doesn’t matter if you are a smurf, you’re going to hold him when you two cuddle, not the other way around. However, he enjoys when you two lay facing each other, because he loves gazing at your face. When you two face each other, he’ll grab your hands and rub your knuckles, whispering sweet stuff, sometimes kissing your fingers and palm. At first, he gets flustered too, but he gets over it soon. He usually whines for cuddles because we all know he needs attention and love. Whenever you hug him he lets out a quiet, happy sigh. Also, he’d totally come home late and if he doesn’t find you in bed he’s going to drag you in the bedroom and not let you go until morning. If you are already in bed though, he’d just flop down, wiggle his way under the covers and hold you tightly. That’s the only time he’s the big spoon.

“Love, come here.” “Yoongi, I’m busy.” “I can help you do that later, please, angel, let me hold you.” “Yoongi- what are you doing!?” “If you don’t come to me, I’ll take you forcefully. Not anyone gets me all affectionate but when I’m soft for you, you ignore me.” *pouts while pushing you gently on the couch*


  • Hoseok

!!! Cuddle king right here !!! He never ever misses the chance to cuddle you. Actual cuddlebug. Whenever you two aren’t in public he clings to you and good luck if you want to get him off of you. And by public I mean outdoors, because it really doesn’t matter if you two are around someone else, if he can cuddle and smooch you, he will. He doesn’t even care how you two cuddle, in what position, who is on top, who holds who, as long as you two are trapped in his bubble of love it doesn’t matter how you two cuddle. Cuddles also help him calm down, when he comes stressed or tired home, then you can bet your ass the first thing he does after taking off his shoes is collapse on you and hold you loosely while he sleepily mumbles a rant or directly falls asleep. Also, expect many tickle attacks and play fights, Hobi is a mischievous one.

“Babe, I’m tired, come to bed~” “Hobi, I’d love to but I’m kind of busy…” *whimper* “I can help you finish that after I feel better, please?” “… alright.”


  • Namjoon

Shy lil dork who really wants to hold you but something always goes wrong. He gets extremely flustered when you are around, and even if cuddling is great for him, he always does something that ruins everything. And someone usually gets an elbow in the face. However, he tends to hold you protectively while you two are sleeping, and if you don’t fall asleep while cuddling, you sure as hell wake up with this bear grasping at your side. He enjoys you hugging him reassuringly when he feels especially down, while he whispers everything that has been annoying him lately. He might fall asleep in the middle of the rant if you caress his hair. Joonie is big on tackle hugs, but only if you do it.

“Hun, can we… talk…?” “Uh, sure Joonie, what’s wrong?” “Nothing, it’s just that… everything became overwhelming in the past few days.” “Ah, Joonie, c’mere. You know I’ll always be here for you.” *sigh* “Thank you.”


  • Jimin

Awh, smol mochi loves his cuddles and blushes every time you two cuddle. He doesn’t even bother to hide it anymore, he just smiles brightly while his cheeks turn pink and he ruffles his hair before clinging to you. Only likes cuddling when you two are facing each other, although he enjoys falling asleep with you on his chest. Sometimes he snuggles into your side, when he feels extra-mushy or especially sad, but most of the time he’s okay with just holding your hand or caressing your face while you guys lay down, face-to-face, talking about nothing in particular. Don’t misinterpret, he loves himself some cuddles, but he enjoys being able to look at you more than feeling your presence. Sometimes he does feel like being the little spoon is going to solve all of his problems, though.

*giggle* “Babe, you look like an angel. Did you come here from the heavens to protect me?” *cue dramatic look* “Hey! Park Jimin! Stop with the greasiness~” “Ah, why? You can’t deny the fact that you looove when I’m like that.” *more giggles*


  • Taehyung

Oml good luck trying to pry him away, he’s going to latch like a koala and never let you go ever. He finds the weirdest positions to cuddle, too. Tae is another mischievous one, and he’s oddly playful most of the time, so don’t expect any of your cuddles to be serious. Most likely builds a pillow fort every night so you guys can cuddle in it while you binge watch anime and munch on junk food he doesn’t have the permission to eat. Also, pillow fights. Many of those. He doesn’t have any specific cuddling position, he always comes up with different ways to hold you, although every time he manages to get absolutely no space between your bodies. Tae likes feeling you close, knowing you are there, so pulling you flush against him is very common. While sleeping he will wrap all of his limbs around you. Good luck sleeping peacefully with a blanket on you too, this kid is pretty warm already.

“Tae… I can’t breathe…” “Oh? I’m sorry. *giggle* Maybe we can cuddle the other way around… wait… yeah. That’s it. Better?” “Certainly better than the last one.” “…” “…” “… babe. I’m hot. Can’t we go back to the other one…”


  • Jungkook

Square tf up Jeon. Fite me. Sigh. This kid loves his cuddles and surprisingly enough he isn’t flustered at all. Okay, maybe just the first few sessions. But after that he’s the literal cuddling god which makes me angry. He’s very warm and broad, and he’s pretty chill most of the time too. When he isn’t hyper, he’d like it if you lay on his chest, because that makes him feel ‘manly’ or some other alpha shit. If he’s feeling playful, though, he’d totally initiate a play fight or a tickle attack or a pillow war. And they’re all hardcore because Jungkook is pretty intense when it comes to games and competitions. If he’s feeling down, however, he’d be a little spoon, because he’s a softie at heart.

“Hey… I… you think you can, like, hold me for a while? I feel really down and I need someone right now.” “Oh? Sure. Want to talk about it?” *snuggles back* “Not really. Your embrace makes me feel better already.”


I really, really, really hate Jeon.

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god, i loved getting to hear about Dan’s “week in march,” so fucking much, you can’t even imagine. It’s just like… hearing Dan explain what he went through being off meds for two weeks on accident without the proper monitored reduction by a physician both made me laugh and cringe for him. Like Dan said, it can be a horrible situation for some, life threatening, even, but also like Dan said, having gone the exact same thing as Dan, I can laugh at myself and how my body decided to react when I forgot my anti-depressants.

It was only one day, for me. One day, on accident, early one, when I didn’t know if I should wait until tomorrow to take it if it had already been like 6 hours since I USUALLY did, and oh man… oh man. For me, it was a numbness that rivaled the sensation of depression numbness, followed almost instantly by mania and a thrill seeking need that I have never before experienced in my life. I nearly hit another car because I went driving. I was a mess.

Hearing Dan experience something similar, and sharing that story with us… I was so happy to be able to laugh with him, and understand, and feel that same kind of strange kinship with someone who made a simple mistake with anit-depressants and came out the other end safetly. 

I know that for many of you out there, it’s not so funny. It might be terrifying and upsetting that he could laugh it off, or that I could laugh it off, and it might be the worst experience in the world when it happens, and for months after, but I promise that one day, you’ll look back and be able to laugh and cry at the same time, because look. You’re alive. You’re okay. You’re safe, and you understand your body and mind better, and you are still, STILL pushing through, despite how rough it must have been to be accidentally off of the thing that kept you sane. 

Thank you Dan, for sharing that story with us. Thank you, for making me feel able to laugh at my own silly mistake as well. Thank you for being open with us. 

Kicking

“Killian!!!! Come fast… HURRY!!!” - Emma screamed from the bedroom.

“What is it, love? Is everything alright with you and the babies?” - Killian asked worried, fear clear in his eyes.

“Yeah! Everything’s fine. Amazing, actually. Fast, give me your hand.”

He was completely confused, but did as she asked.

“Bloody hell.”

Without even thinking, Killian felt to his knees. He wasn’t one to cry, but this miracle he was witnessing was wonderful and he couldn’t… and quite frankly didn’t want to stop the tears. Their babies were kicking, very strongly. They were already amazing fighters if he had any say in that, his little pirates.

“I love you both so much, and I love your mother more than life itself. I can’t wait for you to come meet us and meet your brother Henry, he’ll love you very much, and you’ll have the best  grandparents in any realm. Oh, you’re going to be so cherished by everyone.”

Killian kept talking to their babies, while Emma just looked at him in awe. Everything was worth it, all the trials, challenges, good and bad moments. Every single step that took them to that moment was worth it.

Suddenly he noticed a special type of magic floating in the air.

“That’s really beautiful, Emma.”

“What is?”

“The lights. Your magic, love.”

“I’m… I’m not doing anything, Killian.”

Both of them were amazed to see that their babies were influencing her magic without her even noticing. Little pirates indeed.

Pride was bubbling on Killian’s chest and he couldn’t avoid kissing Emma’s belly to try and transfer a little bit of his love to their children.

And now Emma was crying as well.

“Damn, those hormones…”

They stayed like that for a while, just the four of them, their little family.

Castaway {ACOTAR/ Chapter 1}

Word Count: 3,001

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron.

Author’s Note: I want to begin by stating that I am not for Feylin, nor do I support them as a couple. But, as in ACOTAR, it is vital that the story begins with them as a couple. I have been so excited to share this with you, and already can’t wait to share chapter two. As for chapter one, I hope you enjoy. :)



August 16 – It felt like the first time.

My first time having sex was not romantic.

It was horrible.

To say it was awkward would be an understatement. Hell, it would be an improvement.

The only articles of clothing removed were our pants, and my panties, and it took place in the bed of his truck behind his parent’s barn. He kept making uncomfortable grunting noises, and his shoulder kept bumping into my chin.

I think we kissed once during the entire atrocity.

Oh. And he called me Claire.

That’s not my name.

Tonight was different, though. He made me feel like a princess, like every inch of my body was longed for and respected. He took his time with me, and there was nothing awkward about how he touched me, or how he held me, or how he looked at me.

And when he whispered my name, my entire being unraveled.

I won’t be sleeping tonight.

Love,

Wide Awake but Lost in a Dream

 

September 2 – Move in day

Feyre could hear their voices before she turned the corner, her heart nearly pounding through her chest with every step.

Trailing behind her, Elain was carrying a box full of art magazines and photographs, while Nesta was hauling so many pillows that she couldn’t quite see where she was going. Feyre, on the other hand, only carried her clothes, which she managed to stuff into two old duffle bags that she had managed to save from decaying in her dad’s attic.

“Shouldn’t your new boyfriend be helping?” Nesta mumbled, tripping over her own two feet. “He could probably carry all this himself.”

“He’s moving in today, too,” Feyre proclaimed, defending him, although she did wish he was there with her.

They had been dating for a month, just about, and Feyre had to admit that she was loving the honeymoon stage. They spent hours kissing until their lips became chapped, and holding onto each other until ridiculous hours in the morning. 

They had met at orientation while Feyre was waltzing through the Greek Row booths.

He was there, with his fraternity, watching her move from booth to booth. He was quiet, a little bit awkward with his words, a little bit stiff and short when he spoke, but there was something about him Feyre could not ignore, could not forget.

He was mesmerizing.

Their first date was the next night. 

And they had spent nearly every day together since.

She sure wished he was there, though, helping her move in, to begin this new chapter of her life. She was finally free, gone from the small town an hour away that held her father, the man who was too lazy and too far broken for Feyre, or either of her sisters, to heal. They had been trying for too long. And Feyre was exhausted.

The thought of leaving used to make Feyre feel guilty. She was the only one left, as Nesta had moved away five years before and made a life for herself in the city. And Elain, sweet Elain, had left just a year after to chase her own dream.

Feyre was his last hope, and she had failed him. He doesn’t want to be helped, Nesta would always tell her, and near the end of her time spent under her father’s roof, Feyre was beginning to agree.

You need to make yourself happy. You need to take your own path, Elain would follow, more graciously than their elder sister.

So, she did.

She had applied to the University of Velaris a few months before, and before she could think twice about leaving her little, dinky hometown, and her father, Feyre was moving to the City of Starlight. She couldn’t wait for her first night there, to find out how the city got its nickname.

Soon enough.

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5 Times When

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5 Times When Peter Parker had a completely obvious crush on you

1) He anonymously sent you a copy of your favorite book

Peter overheard you talking to one of your friends in the hallway of school. “I just cannot believe,” you were saying, “that A Tale of Two Cities is my favorite book and I don’t own a copy of it!”

Gwen, the friend by your side, shrugged. “Buy it.”

“Ugh, but that’s so much work,” you sighed. “I’d have to go all the way to the store and talk to someone to purchase it.” 

Peter closed his locker, eyeing you from the side. You had moved on from the topic, slinging your red and black checkered bag over your shoulder and walking away. 

He waved to you nervously and was delighted when you smiled to him. “Hi, Peter,” you say before continuing on. 


The following morning shocked you because there was a package inside your locker. Well, more of a present. 

It was wrapped neatly in gold paper with a ribbon on top and a note card with your name on it. 

You looked around the hallway-it was still just morning time, students still filing into the school. You supposed it couldn’t have been hard for someone to break into your locker seeing as you spend every minute you can spare by sleeping in. Who, exactly, thought it would be a good idea to start high school at seven in the damn morning? 

Either way, you hesitantly unwrapped the paper. 

You couldn’t help but squeal in delight when you saw the contents; a book! Not just any book, but your favorite book! 

You’d been talking to your friend, Gwen, about how you had yet to own a copy of it just the day before now. Perhaps she had something to do with it? 

You grinned while you held the book to your chest, retreating to class. 

Peter waved to you from his locker and you waved back. 


2) You were gushing about your crush on Spider-Man

Michelle laughed at you from her side of the table. “You’re utterly insane, [Nickname], you know that?” 

You pouted. “I’m not. I’m just saying that Spider-Man and I will probably ended up making out at some point. It’s bound it happen. I’ve read the fan-fiction on tumblr, Michelle, and I know at least one third of it was written by you.” 

She rolled her eyes when you pointed at her with a plastic spork. “Hey, so on a totally different-and normal- note, can one of my friends sit with us today?” 

You put her hand over your chest in mock terror. “You have friends other than me? That’s bull,” you laughed. 

Michelle leaned back on her cafeteria seat. “Nah, he’s a little and helpless puppy-nerd. Yo, Peter!” 

You looked back and smiled when Peter Parker made his way over. He set his bag beside yours and you pulled a seat out for him. “[Y/n], you know Parker, right?” Michelle asked, gesturing between you both. 

“Yeah, sort of,” you replied happily. “You were in my biology Freshmen year! And we have lockers close together,” you told Peter, as though he didn’t remember it himself. Trust me, he did. 

“So Peter, enlighten us both with your ever so smart nonsense,” Michelle purred, resting her chin in her elbow. “Do you think [Y/n] has a chance with Spider-Man?” 

Your eyes widened and you promptly kicked your friend underneath the table. “Why?” you hissed. 

Michelle laughed over her wince of pain. 

“Uhm. W-why would you want a…chance…with Spider-Man?” Peter asked, looking at you. “Because,” you replied slowly. “He’s-well he’s the type of guy who just-”

“Because [Y/n] has a huge crush on him,” Michelle answered for you. 

The rest of the day, Peter imagined what it’d be like for him to swoop you up in his arms while wearing his suit. 


3) He offered to be your date when yours stood you up 

The Midtown High School committee always held a party right smack in the middle of the year. It acted as a fundraiser and a survey for student interests at the same time. 

This year, the theme is super heros! Everyone that would show up was meant to be dressed as a super hero, whether real or fictional. You would get to take pictures with little kids who showed up and what not. Plus, when the photography portion is over, there would be a marathon of hero movies in the theatre of the school-food and drinks provided. 

Someone had ended up asking you out to this school event. You supposed he was cute enough. The plan was that you’d buy the tickets and he’d pay you back at the end of the night. You guys even decided to go as a super hero couple! 

So you now stood in line at your school, handing money to Gwen. Gwen is the type of girl who is in ever single club at the school so it didn’t surprise you that she is also apart of the committee. “So,” she grinned, “I hear you’re going with Dreamy Danny?” 

You blushed, looking away from her as she counted the money and tickets. “Yes, I guess.” 

“You guess?! [Y/n],” Gwen said, all serious now, “Dreamy Danny has been the number one wet dream boat for everyone ever since he transferred. I’m going to be the sister-in-law of Dreamy Danny!” 

You took the tickets from her hands. “You are not because we aren’t getting married. And Dreamy Danny isn’t all that, you know,” you grumble back. 

Gwen nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, I forgot you were only into nerds like Spider-Man and Peter Parker.”

You wanted to scream at her to shut up. “I don’t like like Peter, okay! All I said is that he happened to be really cute and I’m happy we are starting to be friends…and Spider-Man isn’t a nerd!” you added before walking off. Gwen called out to you, something along the lines of “Nerds are so your type!” 

You tried to forget Gwen’s comment on Peter-especially since you are headed to the library to spend free period with him. 

Oops? 

He greeted you with a cute smile, as usual. He had the seat pulled out for you and you happily took it. 

“Ooh, you’re going to the fundraiser?” he asked, spotting the tickets in your hands. 

“Yep! Maybe Spider-Man will be there,” you joked. Your crush on Spider-Man became an inside joke between you guys now, since it was the first thing you two had actually talked about. 

Peter had quickly become a good friend. You enjoyed his company. 

“Are you going with Gwen?” he asked, biting into an apple. “No, Danny Rand.” 

Peter stopped in the middle of his bite. Danny Rand?! As in the guy everyone in school thought was really hot? Hell, his nickname is Dreamy Danny!

“I thought the same thing when he asked,” you admitted. “It’s all very weird. I actually thought he liked that girl, Colleen. But whatever, right? Peter, you said you’re going to the fundraiser tomorrow?”  

He opened his mouth to answer but noticed your phone light up. The number hadn’t yet been saved. 

“Oh. That’s Drea-Danny,” you say, unlocking the phone to read what he had sent. “Oh…” 

Peter leaned in towards you. “Wait, what’s wrong?” 

Your face had fallen, just a bit, and you wrinkled your nose with discomfort. “I’m getting stood up,” you announced, putting your phone face down. “And I already bought his ticket…do you want to come with me to return this?” you asked, waving the other one in your hand. 

It didn’t totally bother you; Dreamy Danny isn’t your boyfriend, anyways, and you hardly knew him, so why should it bother you? But on the other hand, you’d gotten a bit excited. Maybe the idea of having a date was why you’d been excited.

But now you’re going alone. It made you a little sad. 

“Uh, no,” Peter said, clearing his throat. “You don’t have to return it. I’ll go with you to the fundraiser,” he said, a small smile drawing the corner of his mouth up. 

You raised your eyebrows. “Don’t you already have plans?” 

He shook his head, leaning down on the table. Peter tapped his fingers on a textbook rhythmically. “No, I was going alone too. And besides, I didn’t buy my ticket yet. I’ll just pay you right now for it.” 

You held the extra ticket close to your chest. “I don’t want your money, though. I’d feel bad!” 

“Why?” Peter asked. “Wasn’t Danny Rand going to pay you back?” 

You slowly nodded your head. “Well, yes, but isn’t his family super well off? Not that you’re poor!” you quickly apologized. Peter only laughed at that. “Hey-think of it like this! I bought my own ticket, you just picked it up for me. Okay? Say ‘Okay, Peter,’” he coaxed as he switched the spare ticket in your hand for a five dollar bill. 

“Okay, Peter,” you nodded. 


4) You showed up as his superhero S/O 

Peter insisted that he should have picked you up for the fundraiser, but you told him no and he’d already been enough of a big help. Peter, you texted him, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that! I’ll meet you there, don’t worry! :)

So he waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet while playing on his phone. His costume was a Nightwing one, black and blue with his hair slicked out of his face. 

A taxi eventually rolled up and he watched curiously to see who would get out of the car. 

He almost screamed out loud when he saw your costume. 

You had decided to come to this thing as Starfire. 

STARFIRE. OF ALL PEOPLE. AND YOUR COSTUME…NO, he yelled at himself, I CAN’T LOOK AT HER THAT WAY. 

Since the event was a school function, you’d opted for a more modest take of the alien’s outfit, seeing as the comic version involved as little cloth as possible. But your hair was curled the way Starfire’s was and you looked absolutely gorgeous. 

You happily skipped over to Peter and admired his costume. “Hey! We match! You know, Nightwing and Starfire are da-”

“Yeah, I know,” Peter quickly interrupted before you could say it. Dating. 

After some chatting, you guys decided to head into the school. All Peter could think about was the fact neither of you planned this. 

What a coincidence. 


5) He saw you in an unexpected place

Summer had finally come for New York. The school year ended with Peter romantically confessing his feelings for you then giving you a hard, passionate kiss. 

Haha. Not. It’s what he would have liked to have happened, but instead you guys went back to his apartment and ate ice cream with his Aunt May. 

The intense July heat gave Peter much more of a reason to ask Mr. Stark to help him train and learn more at the facility. The air conditioning there was so cold and perfect. Not perfect for winter, anyways, but it would be just fine for this time of year. 

Tony escorted him around the place again for good measure. “Hey, so when can I meet the other Avengers?” Peter asked eagerly. “I mean, you know, officially meet them.” Peter wouldn’t call getting his ass kicked by Steven Rogers a ‘proper introduction.’ 

Tony hesitated. He wasn’t completely over the incidents with Steve-i.e the time when everyone on the Avengers split into side and tried to beat each other up-   but gave in. “I guess you can meet some of them now. Come on, kid, follow me.” 

Peter cheered to himself and followed after Tony. “You can meet a few of the softies first. You know, to ease your way into it. Let’s start with Banner.” 

Peter paled. “How is he a softie?! He-he could kill me,” Peter said quietly, as though if he said it louder he would actually die. 

“A lot of people could kill you, kiddo, but Banner won’t. You can also meet his kid. She’s about the same age as you and has some weird powers. Probably something to do with Bruce’s bio~hazardous sperm.” 

Peter wanted to point out that if Bruce did sleep with someone without a condom, his ‘bio~hazardous sperm’ would most likely kill the poor woman. 

There was a wide set of tinted glass doors, a few words of warning printed onto them. “This is our playground,” Tony explained. “The science lab. If the Big Guy is anywhere, he’s here. You wouldn’t have seen him yet, but his kid, you have. She was at the airport.” 

How could Peter forget? She pummeled him into small Spider-Boy pulp. And all because he said her mask was a bit unreasonable( his exact words were “I mean seriously, how do you breathe with that? And purple? Not a good color on you.”).

Tony pressed a few buttons and then pushed the door open. “After you,” he grinned to Peter. 

Peter stepped in, cautiously, and looked around. There wasn’t anything absolutely crazy like he’d expected. In one corner of the room there was a couch with a new looking book on the armrest and a knit blanket sprawled over the cushions. 

In another corner, a cabinet of glass beakers and other items; beside that, a door that led to a storage room-Peter thought to himself that it probably held chemicals. 

In the very center of a room was a wide table. Expensive looking computers and the same hologram screens Tony used were littered about it. Behind the table was a man with scruffy dark, graying hair. He has thin glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, buried deep into his work.

Although that wasn’t what made Peter gasp in utter shock. 

There was a girl standing on the ceiling. 

Standing. On. The ceiling. Her hair didn’t fall out around her head, and her clothes weren’t slipping off of her that way it should have when someone is hanging upside down. She was humming to herself, occasionally doing flips and spins. She even landed perfectly back onto the surface! 

“Kiddo, Big Guy, why don’t you stop being weirdos and say hello to the guest,” Tony says. 

The girl didn’t bother to look at Tony and huffed. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled. Peter watched in awe at how she got down from the ceiling. She simply walked down the wall and to the floor. 

But Bruce had already moved over and blocked Peter’s view of the girl’s face. “Tony, who have you kidnapped now? He’s only a teenager.” 

“Maybe Tony should be kidnapping teenagers if you guys intend on locking me up here and raising me hidden away from society.” That voice-

And then she pushed past her dad. Her [e/c] eyes widened in complete surprise. “Peter?!” Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Peter, then. “You know [Y/n]?”

“Wait,” Tony interrupted. “You know Peter?” he asks you. “Well duh, I know Peter,” you say, though your eyes don’t stray off of your friend. “Why do you know him?” The question was directed at Peter now. He realized you had meant ‘Why do you know Mr. Stark?’

Tony proudly pat Peter’s shoulders. “Kiddo here is Spider-Man!” 

It was then that you realized not only have you once beat up your favorite hero-but also your crush.

Kiss and Dash | Part 1 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: It all starts when the reader kisses Peter Parker for a dare then runs off but it really spirals out of control when Spiderman takes revenge with his own kiss and dash. Is it possible that a simple dare could lead to the unveiling of New York City’s youngest superhero’s true identity? Because not all people kiss the exact same… right?

Author’s Note: I swear I’ll start posting Riverdale fics again but for now Spiderman is my life. This fic is based off of another one I read last summer that I absolutely loved the concept of. Anyways, let me know if you like it and I’ll definitely write another part.

Word Count: 1556

Fanfiction Masterlist| Part 2


It all started on a rare day when the girl’s PE Instructor was out sick, and the girls were forced to sit in a classroom and complete a worksheet on anatomy.

Without any supervision.

Being the good students they were, everyone immediately went to work on their worksheets. That being said, the girls just immediately took out their phones and googled the answers, because it’s 2017 and that’s what teenagers do.

They decided to do something more interesting when they finally finished. Gossiping instantly turned into FMK which turned into roasting which turned into story telling which inevitably turned into truth or dare.

It was already starting to get out of hand with Michelle coming up with wicked dares, Liz yanking out some scandalous truths, and (Y/N) doing a bit of both.

(Y/N) was starting to really dread her turn again. Last round she chose truth and Michelle made her dredge up every detail of the feelings she held for her best friend Peter Parker. Luckily for her though, the girls surrounding her were nice and didn’t tease her relentlessly like they would in movies. That didn’t make the confession any less embarrassing though.

Things were heating up too. One of Liz’s friends had to wear a sign around her neck that read, well, let’s not go there. And another girl recently had to fess up to wetting bed until she was 5 years old. (Y/N) was rather scared at what would happen to her next.

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Crash & Burn

THANK YOU FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! I actually reached it on Lance’s birthday, but I was posting something else to celebrate for that, so here’s my celebratory fic for this.

I don’t know why writing AUs has been my jam lately, but I… decided it’s been too long since I threw some angst your way. So… the majority of my upcoming writing is angsty. Oops. This is the first of two parts, by the way, and it’s a college AU unrelated to my others. Catch it on AO3 if you prefer to read stuff there all my other writing goes up there, too.

Summary: When Keith’s car breaks down, he has to resort to calling Lance to help him out, since everyone else is busy. Keith is suprised that Lance is actually willing to help, but then… he doesn’t show up.

Or the one where Lance gets into a car accident while coming to help Keith, and it’s actually not his fault.


Keith was beginning to think that the universe hated him.

Sure, everybody gets bad luck, but his life was just getting ridiculous at this point.

Of course the car had to break down. Keith was only using it because his motorcycle had stopped working last week, so the old pickup was all he had. And of course everyone else was busy. Then again, that’s why he’d chosen to run errands that night. Because all his friends had plans.

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Smells Like Teen Spirit

A/N: Okay, here it is! My Bad Boy!Shawn blurb/imagine/one shot. I don’t know if I should turn this into a series but I am feeling this concept. How about you?

Oh and I also didn’t know what to call this so I went with a Nirvana song title because why not? 


Tears spill out of her eyes, making her vision blurry as she runs up the stone stairs.

The bell tower is the highest point on campus and she curls her fingers around the black balustrade, breathing heavily as soon as she stands near the ledge, overlooking the university buildings and city lights.
She had to get away from it all. Sometimes the natural reaction to a disturbing event is flight.
And that’s what she is doing. Fleeing.

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