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Great Chemistry (Part 9)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,225

Warnings: Fluff! Cussing?

A/N: I decided to follow up the last two parts (both hot and heavy) with some pure fluff. Kind of like a breather and a transition for the part after this one. I hope you like it! 

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8

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People get tattoos once they've found there soulmate

-people wearing shorts to show off that one tattoo that’s just formed
-people wearing a tonne of clothes on the summer just to hide the lack of tattoos
-people loving someone but the Tatoos not showing so they draw them on
-a girl crying in the rain as concealer is washed away revealing ratios everywhere,
Her soulmate died and she was left with them and she’s trying to move on
-or she takes pictures of them not wanting to forget him as they slowly fade away
-adults moving because the baby’s soulmate was the same gender and they found out through a play date
-the child growing up with a single tattoo on his shoulder
-his grandfather is deathly I’ll so they have to go back and he meets the pizza delivery guy
-a tattoo begins to form on his wrist as he hands the money over
-a man and a woman bump in the street coffee spills everywhere and as it soaks through you can see a tattoo beginning to form

https://milku-way.tumblr.com/post/161144054332/people-get-tattoos-when-theyve-found-there I made a part two yall 😫😫♥️
If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

Tumblr Accent Challenge!

So I did the accent challenge last night, and decided I was going to make a new one, since the challenge I did (which you can find here,) is five years old. So here’s the one I made, have fun! 

Bonus: If you’re comfortable with it, do it as a video! 

  • What’s your name & username?
  • Where are you from?
  • What’s the time where you are?
  • Pronounce the following words: Meme, Pepe, Doge, Sudoku, Espresso, Celtic, Açaí, Dr. Seuss.
  • What’s your favourite pizza place? Favourite pizza topping?
  • What’s your favourite dessert?
  • What’s your favourite food? What food do you hate?
  • What’s your favourite TV show? Which show were you into, but then got out of?
  • What brand is your phone?
  • Do you speak a second language?
  • How do you define a group of people when you’re talking to them? Do you say ‘guys,’ or ‘dudes’ or?
  • What Harry Potter house do you most identify with? If sorted by Pottermore, did you agree with the one you got?
  • Is there something you should be doing right now but are procrastinating?
  • Now that you’ve talked about what you need to be doing, go do it! 

anonymous asked:

Stiles as a professional cuddler who takes Derek on as a client? (With a side of mutual pining, Laura being a good older sister, and Noah being a good dad.)


I have to say, I really wish there were more fics out there that had this trope because I really, really love it. I think what I love most about it is because it’s all about Derek and his issues with trust and touch. I am very interested in the notion that Derek isn’t comfortable with people touching him after the fire because of what he went through with Kate but he is comfortable with paying someone to touch him because that leaves him in control. 

Laura is the one who suggests a professional cuddler because she knows her brother and Derek is either going to find himself very badly touch starved for years to come or he’s going to fall into another bad-touch sexual relationship out of some guilt ridden punishment trip. There is no in between with Derek. And so, she researches and finds Stiles. She likes him immediately because the people who leave reviews on his website all have one thing in common: that he loves to talk. Laura knows Derek isn’t much of a talker, especially these days, but she thinks it couldn’t hurt to have someone who isn’t afraid of communication, and possibly someone who might actually get Derek to talk back. Lord knows she’s tried to get Derek to talk; to her, to a therapist. Nothing has worked. But maybe this will. 

Derek is hesitant about Stiles - “what kind of name is Stiles anyway?” - but he has to admit, the idea of being held is….kind of nice. No sex. No complications. Just someone he pays to cuddle with him for an hour every week; a simple and smooth transaction that couldn’t possibly lead to anything bad. 

The problem first starts when he sees Stiles because, in one word, he’s gorgeous. Derek is kind of annoyed he doesn’t stop being gorgeous even when he half trips in the hallway and makes a lame cuddling joke, fishing a spoon out of his back pocket and with a truly impressive eyebrow waggle says, “wanna spoon?” Derek privately wonders if Stiles brought the spoon from home, if he opens with that joke with all his new clients, or if he stole the spoon from some coffee shop on the way over, struck by sudden inspiration. Derek is kind of frustrated when he finds himself hoping it’s the second one. 

Stiles is strangely anal about his job. He treats “cuddling procedures” like it’s BDSM, or something. He asks Derek at least thirty questions, only half of which Derek is able to answer without his cheeks colouring:

“Have you ever hired a professional cuddler before?” No.

“Being a werewolf - yes, I can tell you’re a werewolf, don’t look so surprised - would you prefer I didn’t wear any odours? Body spray, cologne, that sort of thing?” Clean. Just, uh, clean is good. 

Would you like me to make a playlist for us to cuddle to? Those are very popular.” No, that’s really not necessary.

How do you feel about versatile spooning options?” Oh. I, um….could you….I mean…..would you do the…..I just want….. “No problem, big guy.”

Their first session is a little awkward and he feels downright silly handing Stiles the money after, but he has to admit, he didn’t….dislike it. In fact, three hours later, he texts Stiles to book another session. By session four, Derek has gotten over his initial embarrassment and just learns to enjoy being held. Stiles talks about a lot of things, tracing his fingers over Derek’s arms, his face, his hands: he talks about why people need contact and why it’s not stupid or something to be made fun of; he talks about Star Wars and his dad; when he finds out Derek likes history, he spends their entire eighth session talking about the Trojan War - “I know it’s not real history. I was going to try and learn about an actual war for you but I got side tracked when I found out, like, half of The Iliad is about two dudes in love. How cool is that???” He then spends an extra forty minutes talking to Derek about queer censorship in history textbooks (somehow managing to work the history of the male circumcision in there). Derek wants to tell him the session is technically over, but for some reason (he’d really rather not confront) he stays quiet and lets Stiles’ voice wash over him, before falling asleep. (He later learns when Laura tried to pay him for the over-time, Stiles had blushed furiously and told her it was on him, before running out of the apartment and muttering something about “rules”.)

Session fifteen is when Derek realises Stiles is the most important person in his life, aside from Laura and Cora. And not only that, but it’s happening again: his heart is racing and his palms are sweating, and what’s worse? He’s daydreaming. Not many people know Derek is a daydreamer. Most people think he probably just sits and broods or occupies every waking hour either working out or reading. Even Laura teases him about it. Derek, however, is a big day dreamer. His romantic day dreams have changed over the years: when he first met Paige, he imagined her at his basket ball games and what prom night might be like; with Kate, he had silly fantasies of introducing her to his family, of teaching her about the full moon and opening up about his history. Derek knows day dreaming is dangerous. At least, for him. It’s always led to bad things. But he can’t help it, even now. 

Because with Stiles it’s different. 

When he day dreams about Stiles, he imagines holding his hand and what it might be like to bury his face in his neck, knowing Stiles would already know what that means because Stiles always knows. And not in some calculating, malicious way, like Kate. It’s a though Stiles files aspects of Derek’s life away like they are facts that might come in handy for a game of trivial pursuit. He plays out silly domestic fantasies in his head where he is trying to make them pancakes and Stiles starts a food war, covering them both in flour and jam. He imagines what it might be like to have Stiles hold him after sex and tell him he’s good, that he did good; imagines hearing Stiles say, “I’ll see you at home” and texting Derek lame jokes throughout the day until he does.   

When Stiles comes over for their 15th session, he’s a mess. He’s obviously been crying and Derek can’t tell why, but he smells strongly of roses. Stiles, like Derek, is pretty skilled at hiding his feelings but the moment he goes to lie down on the bed, he breaks. Derek doesn’t think he could stop crying, even if he wanted to, and even though he knows Stiles probably doesn’t want a client - because that’s what Derek is, a client - seeing him like this, he can’t help but lie down beside him and hold out his arms. Stiles shuffles towards him without even considering it, and Derek doesn’t  care he’s getting tears and snot all over his favourite Henley because the moment he brings a hand up and soothes it up and down Stiles’ back, Stiles melts into him. Utterly trusting. He says something about his mom. 

It’s the best and most painful feeling in the world and Derek is beyond grateful that Stiles isn’t a werewolf, can’t hear how hard his heart is beating or smell the jumble of emotions coursing through him. 

They lie like that for an hour, maybe, before Stiles starts to get restless. He tries apologising, offers Derek a session on the house, but Derek barely hears him, lost. Lost in a confusing bag of mixed emotions and instead of answering Stiles, says, “let’s order pizza”. 

The pizza comes within thirty minutes, and two hours later - half way through the third Harry Potter movie - Stiles leans in and kisses him. It lasts for twelve seconds - Derek doesn’t know why he counts - and when it’s over, Stiles pulls back, eyes wide, and yells something about Derek having the last slice of pizza, before running. Derek listens to him run all the way out of the apartment block and to his Jeep, lips tingling, heart sinking. 

They don’t see each other for four months. Stiles ignores all his phone calls and after a while, Derek gives up. He doesn’t stop day dreaming, though. He takes an almost masochistic pleasure in it - maybe it’s a form of self punishment, who knows. He doesn’t care if it doesn’t count as “growth”. He day dreams to the point that he isn’t sure if Stiles is a figment of his imagination when he shows up at his door soaking wet, like the ending of some cheesy romantic comedy. Derek would laugh at the bitter-sweetness of it; that is, until Stiles’ hands are on his face and he’s talking….and talking…..and talking. Talking about rules and professionalism and “never happened to me before”. He talks until Derek finds himself smiling. He talks until Derek finds his hands shaking, and finally, finally, until he can find it in him to put a finger to Stiles’ lips. 

“Shut up.”

Stiles does.

“If I asked you to kiss me again, would you want to?” 

Stiles swallows, takes a breath. “Depends, are you going to pay me for it?”

Derek raises an eyebrow for appearance sake, says, “only in more kisses”, and then blushes furiously because cheesy flirting is not a thing he does outside of his own head. Except, apparently now it is. And he plans to do much more of it, especially if it makes Stiles laugh like that again. Just….maybe not in public. God though, he loves hearing Stiles laugh. He wants to hear it all the time. Maybe he would risk the PDA. 

“Make a deal with me?” Stiles asks, closing the space between them, mapping out both of Derek’s eyebrows with a curious finger. He smiles, like he’s figured something out about him, just from that. “Buy me a milkshake every Saturday and let me hold your stupid hand during movies and you can have all the cuddling sessions you want for free.”

Derek pretends to consider this, takes Stiles’ free hand and playfully bites down. “Sounds like a good deal,” he whispers. 

Stiles grins. “Oh, I assure you, it is.” 

Instead of doing a baby gender reveal do a Hogwarts house reveal. Everyone shows up expecting to find out if you’re having a boy or a girl. Decorations everywhere, what will it be? People ask you all day and you say how excited you are to find out, and hope that it’s the same house as you or your husband; your guests barely notice but don’t think much of it.

Finally the reveal.
The baby is a Slytherin.

But is it a boy or a girl?
The baby is ambitious. The baby is cunning. The baby is a Slytherin.

The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2


Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”


“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

Five things I like about myself

Warning: mention of attempted suicide and mental health problems

“Ugh I hate being a good guy.” Draco sunk lower into the couch until he nearly fell off, then decided that his current dilemma was dramatic enough to actually lay down on the floor so he slid down onto the carpet. His husband emerged from the kitchen somewhere out of his vision, since Draco was now just staring at the ceiling that was about as blank as his mind at that moment.

“And why exactly is that?” A messy steamy head and a bowl of something cookery entered his view. It sadly did nothing for his mental state, which was still as empty as ever.

“I have to write a list.” Draco stuck his pen and paper up (because okay fine, sometimes muggle inventions were more practical than magic) with a disgusted look on his face.

“I thought you liked making lists?” Harry asked puzzled.

“Not this one. I can’t think of anything.” He sighed dramatically and let his hand fall back onto the carpet. “I’ll just cancel that witch weekly interview, this is too much trouble.”

“Five things I like about myself by Draco Malfoy-Potter. Number one, my neck. Number two, blank.” Draco heard Harry’s disappointed sigh and closed his eyes. That was why he didn’t see Harry coming when he stepped over him and sat down on his stomach, leaning forward to kiss his husband and with that silencing his groan, that he uttered because Harry was too heavy for his delicate frame.

“Get off me you prick.” Draco shoved his husband and rolled them over on the carpet until he felt the weight lift from his body. Harry looked at him worriedly, a look Draco didn’t like on him at all, so when he himself dipped down for a kiss he made sure it was rough, full of teeth and in every way screaming you don’t need to worry about me. Harry had done that quite enough after finding Draco on a bathroom floor with sliced open wrists and a goodbye note that began with see? I don’t hate muggles. I even killed myself the muggle way.

“You don’t hate being a good guy, you hate yourself, and the fact that you still don’t fully believe that you are a good guy.” Harry panted as soon as Draco ceased the attack on his mouth.

“Don’t go all shrink style on me Harry. You’re a primary school teacher not a therapist.” He and his husband could both feel the tension shift from innocent quarrel to fight, though neither one of them felt like arguing. They glared at each other for a full minute before Draco gave in and rested his forehead against Harry’s.

“It’s hard for me okay? To say something positive about myself.” He whispered against Harry’s lips. “They gave me these assignments at St. Mungo’s. Name one thing, two things, three things you like or at least don’t hate about yourself. When they stopped I was up to seventeen, and now I can’t think of any. I don’t even remember what those seventeen things were from before.”

Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer. His hair smelled of kids glue and had little spots of fingerpaint in it. Draco inhaled the scent like he was a cocaïne addict in desperate need for a fix. Harry removed one arm from his back and used it to push them up into a sitting position.

“You have amazing hair for a start.” Harry told him in the stubborn tone that meant he would not allow Draco to deny it. That had sometimes stopped him but it didn’t today.

“It makes me look like my father.” He stared at Harry’s jawline instead of his whole face. He knew how it would look like anyway. The sadness and fear about this sudden fallback would be nearly visibly tearing at his heart seams. And the devastation reflecting in his green eyes…

Draco knew his mental state wouldn’t improve by looking at that. Harry’s jaw was moving now, and Draco knew he should listen, knew that after everything Harry had done for him he didn’t deserve Draco not even making an effort to pay attention, yet still all he heard was some faint echo coming from far far away.

He snapped back into the present when Harry pushed his chin up and pinched it.

“Hey.” Harry was rubbing tiny firm circles over his back. “It’s okay to feel that way sometimes. Like it didn’t help, any of it. Like you’re back where you started. I know it too you know. We both do.”

Draco looked up from Harry’s jawline to see his eyes were filled with understanding rather than devastation. He felt one hand leave his back and squeeze his hand that was now laying lifeless by his side. His wedding ring made a tiny ping when it collided with Harry’s. A weight lifted off his chest and he pushed his forehead against Harry’s again.

“Thank you.” He pressed a light kiss on Harry’s nose, making him wrinkle it in such an adorable manner that he thought his heart might burst of love.

“For better for worse ey?” Harry gave him a kiss on his left eye in return. It was a silly tradition of them, comfort each other by pressing kisses on unusual places. Eyes, collarbones, earlobes, because it calmed both of them down more than anything else. Harry pulled Draco’s hand up and brushed his wedding ring across his cheek.

“Come on then.” Harry struggled for a bit to pull his legs out from underneath his husband before getting up and holding out his hand. “Let’s make you some tea and then we can discus the one thousand things you should like about yourself.”

Draco accepted Harry’s hand and looked up. He didn’t feel vulnerable with Harry towering over him like this, because he trusted him. He trusted him more than he knew was possible. “What about dinner?” His voice sounded steadier than expected as Harry’s strong arms helped him up and pulled him into a quick hug. He wasn’t looking forward to this talk about all the things he should like about himself, but the prospect of tea made up for it just enough.

“Screw dinner.” Harry gave a demonstrative kick against the bowl of salad on the floor. “We’ll order pizza.”

“You’re the best Harry.” He kissed Harry’s scar while lightly groping his butt to pull out his phone from the back pocket of his jeans.

“I know.” Harry grinned against the one part Draco did like about himself. “That’s why you married me.”

I blame @jadepresley and @synonym-for-life for this 

Staying Home With Shawn Would Include

Originally posted by illumeshawn

  • Falling asleep randomly on his shoulder 
  • Putting weird pictures of him on his snapchat
  • Both of you just sitting on a couch reading
  • Reading the same book with each other and having to say “I’m not done yet” because he is getting ready to turn the page
  • Humming along to a song as he plays it on the guitar  
  • Channel surfing
  • Trying to bake muffins from scratch
  • Lots of cuddling
  • Laughing at just about anything
  • A Harry Potter Marathon
  • Him putting videos of you on his Snapchat story
  • Wearing his hoodies
  • “Is that my shirt?”
  • Eating lots of food
  • Ordering pizza when he runs out of good food
  • Convincing him to use a face mask with you
  • “We have already watched this movie twice this week…”
  • Tweeting stupid stuff from his Twitter
  • Reading bad fan fiction about him out loud to annoy him
  • Going to the bathroom and coming back to Shawn taking up the whole couch
  • Taking cute polaroids to put in his new room
  • Writing a song together

Gryffindor is betting that Slytherin can’t fit a whole pizza in their mouth.

Slytherin is doing it despite all odds because no one tells Slytherin what they can’t do.

HufflePuff is emotionally supporting Slytherin with a bucket on standby because it doesn’t take a Ravenclaw to know how this is going to turn out.

Ravenclaw is knowing Slytherin could’ve shrunk the pizza and it would’ve still counted.

Working as aurors
  • Ron: I really wish they'd show up I need to pee real bad
  • Harry: That's like the third time you've had to pee, what's going on with you?
  • Ron: Hermione freaked out when I told her I never drink any water, so she's making me drink eight glasses a day. It's like there's water in pop, there's water in coffee, there's pools of water on pizza
  • Harry: that's grease Ron
  • Ron: well it's wet isn't it?
Draco's Bachelor Party [Part 2]
  • Draco: We have one beer and one slice of muggle pizza left before we head out to the strip club. Who wants?
  • [Ron reaches for the slice]
  • Harry: Do we have to go to a strip club?
  • Blaise: rule number 2 of Bachelor Parties: A Strip club will be visited: Deal with it.
  • [Ron reaches for the last beer]
  • Draco: Weasel! You can't have both!
  • Ron: Why not?
  • Draco: Man rules!!
  • Blaise: Men should never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both. That's just plain mean.
  • Draco: [points at Blaise] SEE?!!


  • i have blue hair and green eyes
  • i have red hair and hazel eyes
  • i’m very tall
  • my hair is really really curly
  • i have brown hair and blue eyes
  • i have freckles
  • my eyebrow game is strong
  • i have black hair and brown eyes
  • i have dimples 
  • i wear contact lenses
  • i tan easily
  • i have small eyelashes
  • i paint my nails 

Clothes / Accessory / Make-up:

  • i hate wearing flip-flops
  • i don’t have converse
  • i wear foundation (almost) every day
  • i have stretch marks / tattoo
  • i love wearing head bands
  • i hate wearing mascara
  • i have at least one pair of vans
  • i hate sweaters
  • i love wearing high heels
  • i own brown eyeliner
  • i love skirts/dresses
  • i own at least 3 pairs of jeans
  • i often wear scarfs 
  • i never wear necklaces

Family / Country:

  • i’m the oldest child
  • i have an older brother
  • i’m from South America
  • i know how to swear in more then two languages
  • one (or more) of my parents is from another country
  • i have a younger sister
  • i have siblings that live in Asia
  • i’m an orphan
  • i have family that live in Australia
  • i know two or more languages

School / Job:

  • i’m in high school
  • i love history
  • i have/had a teacher that is great in explaining and actually teaching
  • i got fired
  • i know what i want to do in future
  • i know more than 3.14 of Pi
  • i don’t participate in extracurricular activities
  • i learn more than one language
  • i love math
  • i already have a job
  • my grades are almost never excellent/very good
  • i want to go to college/ i’m in college
  • i want to be a professional athlete / writer/ artist 

I have:

  • broken a bone
  • ridden a motorcycle
  • a best friend
  • a favorite song
  • sung in the shower
  • been told that i’m smart / pretty
  • punched / slapped somebody
  • told somebody they are pretty
  • scars
  • my own room
  • a star crush
  • pets
  • kissed a boy / a girl
  • online best friends
  • spent whole night without sleeping
  • girlfriend / boyfriend

I’m afraid of:

  • insects / snakes
  • people disliking me
  • somebody yelling at me
  • somebody finding out a secret about me
  • favorite character dying
  • stormy weather
  • death
  • having to talk in front of people
  • heights
  • pain
  • kissing somebody
  • small rooms

I love:

  • sci-fi
  • sleeping until 12pm
  • reading books online
  • fluffy blankets
  • animals
  • swimming / diving
  • watching movies
  • channing tatum
  • pizza
  • hot chocolate
  • running
  • baking / cooking
  • harry potter
  • cold showers
  • my hair
  • my wardrobe
I Just Want Someone To Look At Me - Peter Parker

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“An A-?! Can you believe it?! Just because I had some stupid migraine and read ‘e’ instead of ‘d’ and I couldn’t put my thoughts into a coherent paragraph! Ugh!” I groaned, slamming my locker shut after shoving the test paper in, making Peter jump at the sound. “This is unbelievable!”

“An A- isn’t that bad, Y/N,” Peter chuckled at my antics.

“It is for me!” I exclaimed. “I studied for this test! I was really excited and I was so sure I’d get an A!”

“You did get an A!” Peter laughed.

“An A minus, Peter. It’s not nearly the same,” I grumbled. “Thanks, though, for trying to make me feel better,” I chuckled, nudging him a bit as we walked.

“Peter! Y/N! This is terrible! I got a B in the Psych test!” Michelle ran to me and hugged me.

“I got an A-,” I muttered unhappily, making Peter chuckle.

“This is terrible! I’m barely floating here! I need help, please, Y/N,” Michelle looked at me.

“Michelle, you’re a smart girl,” I told her. “Grades don’t define you. It’s one subject; you’re great at all of the others,” I assured her, “A genius, I’d say. You getting a B in the Psych test is a service to us all. You being anymore of a genius would literally kill half the school population,” I told her.

“You think so?” She asked, making me nod.

“I know so. Now, don’t you have a bio test in, like, five minutes?” I asked, making her gasp and run off. I looked at Peter, my smile fading. “A stupid A-!” I screamed.

“Didn’t you just give a speech about how grades don’t define you?” Peter reminded.

“Grades don’t define you, Peter, or Michelle, or Ned, or anybody else. They do, however, define me,” I elaborated. “Stupid migraine. See, if I wasn’t sick, I’m sure I would have aced it!”

“You did ace it!”

“Not really I didn’t!” I sighed, exasperated. Peter eyed me before crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows. I rose an eyebrow at him.

“What’s this really about?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked, “It’s about how I got an A-.”

“No, no. Y/N, you can’t seriously be telling me that you’re upset over a stupid dash that follows an A. Why are you so upset?” He asked. I sighed, looking down and around before looking at him.

I just want someone to look at me the way President Donald Trump looks directly into the sun during an eclipse,” I admitted, making him laugh and myself smile before he settled.

“What on Earth do you mean?” He asked.

“You know, despite everybody saying that you shouldn’t, he does and he has this stupid grin on his face and he looks so pleased with himself about being able to defy people like that and look straight into an eclipse that only happens once every blue moon, you know?” I asked, looking into his eyes. “I want somebody to look at me like… like I’m rare and like I’m special… that I’m worth getting hurt for. That I’m worth it,” I told him before shaking my head and breaking my gaze away from him. “Not like people could look at me like I’m the sun, anyways. That stupid A- proves that I’m not bright enough to be any sort of star.” 

Peter opened his mouth to say something, but the bell rang, cutting him off. I shrugged and told him, “We should head to Chemistry.”

That day, I walked home alone, waltzing into the two bedroom apartment that I shared with my mum. I sighed, putting my bag on the couch before heading off to the kitchen. I thought about what I said to Peter, and I noticed that I may or may not have changed a few things about what I wanted.

See, I didn’t want just anybody to look at me the way Trump looked at the eclipse. I mean, if Trump looked at me like that, I’m pretty sure I’d slap him. If Flash looked at me like that, I’d slap him too, maybe even a bit harder so that I could slap him for making fun of Peter too while I was at it. 

I didn’t want anybody to look at me like that; I wanted Peter to look at me like that.

I sighed, thinking of the brown-eyed boy. I swear, he’d be the death of me. His looks, his smile, his impossible-not-to-get-lost-in brown eyes, but more importantly, his personality, that glorious brain of his, his kindness… God, to me, he was the sun, he was a supernova, he was the whole frickin’ galaxy. He was everything to me.

I closed my eyes, sighing. In a way, I felt like Eponine. If I just thought about it, and if I really concentrated, I could almost imagine his arms around me. I opened my eyes, shaking my head and ridding myself of all thoughts Peter. I took left over pizza from the fridge and heated it up.

I heard my phone ring and I picked it up without a second thought.


“Y/N?” Ned’s voice sounded. “I-I need help. Pe-Peter’s about to d-do something r-really stupid and I don’t know what to do.”

“What are you on about, Ned?” I asked, taking my heated pizza and taking a bite.

“He’s- god, I can’t explain it I… you just have to get here now-”

“Ned, I literally just heated up pizza-”

“Y/N!” Ned snapped, “This is a matter of life-or-death! You need to get here!” Ned told me. Now I could tell that he was panicking.

“O-Okay. I’m on my way,” I told him, making my way out the door, pizza in hand.

“Ned!” I yelled, “Open the door!” I banged my foot against the wood as a knock as I continued eating my pizza. Peter opened the door, making me raise an eyebrow. “Peter?”

“Y/N?” Peter murmured, just as confused.

“I… What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied.

“Ned c-called me.”

“Ah, yes, finally!” Ned exclaimed, walking out from behind Peter. He opened the door wider, making Peter stumble to the side a bit. “Come in,” he told me. I blinked at him before looking at Peter then back at him.

“I…” I was about to protest, but seeing as I was already there, I decided that there was no harm in seeing whatever Ned was doing. “Okay,” I shrugged, walking in.

“Why are you holding a pizza?” Ned asked me.

“I-I heated up pizza and I was holding it when you called and I just-”

“Forgot to put it down?” Ned teased.

“I-” I glanced at Peter for a second. “Yeah. Besides, no use in wasting a perfectly good pizza. Anyways, what’s happening? You told me that Peter was about to do something stupid.”

“He was-” Ned began.

“Ned!” Peter exclaimed.

“You also told me it was life-or-death,” I added, finishing the last of my pizza.

“Unless you count watching all the Harry Potter movies life-or-death then he lied,” Peter told me. I glared at Ned, who chuckled nervously.

“So, you not only call me right after I get home and heat up some awesome pizza, stress me the fuck out, make me run around Queens with a burning hot oily pizza slice in my hand, fucking run, Ned! I ran here! I don’t even run in gym class! You also have a Harry Potter movie marathon without me?!” I exclaimed. Ned, seeing the error of his ways, paled looking at me.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “It seemed like such a good idea at the time.”

I nodded, “Yeah, Leeds, it must’ve,” I grumbled. “So, is this some elaborate prank, did you feel bad for not inviting me to your marathon, or is there another reason why you brought me because if it was the first one, I’m leaving.”

“Right!” Ned perked up, clasping his hands together. “Peter,” he walked to his best friend, putting his hand on Peter’s back. “This is Y/N,” he introduced. Peter and I eyed the boy.

“Ned?” Peter asked, “Are you okay?”


“Not high? Not ill? Not drunk?” I asked.

“Nope!” He grinned at me. Peter and I exchanged a glance before looking back at Ned, who rolled his eyes. “I’m not crazy. I know you two know each other, but I think it’s high-time you got to talking to each other.”

“We do talk to each other,” I told Ned.

“She was even talking to me at school about getting an A-, which is still a pretty good grade,” Peter added, looking at me. I huffed and rolled my eyes before he looked back at Ned.

“No, I don’t mean like that. Look,” he began, “I’m sick of you,” he pointed at me. I widened my eyes at him.

“Thanks, Ned. Way to make a girl feel special.”

“Talking to me about him,” he added, pointing at Peter. I widened my eyes as Peter looked at me. I felt my cheeks burn and I looked away. “And I’m sick of you,” he looked at Peter, “Talking to me about her!” Ned pointed at me. I looked up and looked at Peter, who had the same reaction I had. “I mean, Jesus, just talk to each other!” Ned exclaimed. “Peter, you know how to speak English, right?”

“Y-yeah?” Peter stuttered.

“Y/N, do you know how to speak English?”

“Don’t be silly, of course I do,” I told Ned. “Otherwise, it would make AP English a whole lot harder,” I chuckled for a moment before seeing Ned’s serious face, making my laughter die down.

“Good! So you don’t need me to be a messenger or middle man, so talk!” Ned urged. “I’ll go watch Harry Potter. See you!” Ned waved, walking to his room and slamming his door. Peter and I sighed.

“I’m… I’m gonna wash my hands. It’s all oily from the pizza,” I chuckled, walking to the kitchen and washing my hands. When I finished, I walked back out into the awkward silence.

“So, you talk about me?” Peter asked, making me blush furiously.

“I heard that you talk about me, too, Parker.”

“You said too.”

“So?” I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re not denying that you do,” Peter pointed out, making me look down.

“Yeah, well, I guess I’m not,” I said softly, leading into another silence.

“All good things, I hope?” Peter asked, making me look up at him briefly before looking away as I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, definitely. I mean, you’re you. There isn’t a bad thing about you,” I told him as I finally looked at him, making him blush and chuckle for a moment before looking away. He looked back at me.

“Flash would disagree.”

“I hate to break it to you, Parker, but Thompson’s kind of a royal idiot,” I told him as though I were telling him bad news, making him laugh. I giggled at this before sighing. “How about you? I trust you say good things? I mean, I know I could be a bit loud and obnoxious, but-”

“They’re all good things, Y/N,” Peter assured me. I smiled at him, blushing for a moment. “I can’t even think of a single bad thing about you, actually,” he admitted, blushing furiously while doing so.

“Really?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I mean, so what if you’re loud and think getting A-’s are the same thing as getting F’s?” He chuckled, making me giggle. “I… Y/N, I want to tell you something. Well, I wanted to tell you earlier, but then the bell rang and you said we should go to class and walked away before-”

“Peter,” I interrupted, making him look at me wide-eyed. He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck.

“Okay,” he continued, “What I wanted to say was that… well, do you ever think that maybe, just maybe, somebody does look at you like that and you never notice? Kind of like the way Flynn looks at Rapunzel in Tangled, you know? Do you think that maybe somebody does think that you’re kind and beautiful and…” He trailed off, looking away.

“What are you saying, Peter?” I asked, “What exactly are you saying?”

“I…” he paused, looking at me. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, you know. I wanted to… to do something big and romantic, but… Y/N, I look at you like that,” he told me softly, taking one of my hands and brushing it with my thumbs.

“I…” I murmured.

“Maybe you’re not the sun, Y/N,” he told me, “Maybe you don’t shine as bright and maybe I’ll never look at you like Trump looked at the eclipse,” he chuckled at that before looking at me. “But you’re the entire goddamn universe and you shine even brighter than our sun… and the way I look at you? I’ll never stop looking at you the way I think Tycho Brahe looked at the stars and I’ll look at you like that for longer.” My eyes softened and a small smile began to creep onto my face. I felt my heart melt as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“Just kiss already!” Ned’s voice screamed from his room. Peter looked down, blushing furiously as I giggled, cupping his hand on my cheek and finally kissing him.

I never stopped looking at him like my galaxy. I never stopped thinking about him the way I already did. I loved him.

“Troop Leader” 12

Summary: How will your father handle the fact that James Buchanan Barnes is the one mending your broken heart?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: fluff overload

Word Count: 1000ish

A/N: One more part after this! Then I’ll write an epilogue. I have a few series ideas that i will write out and have you guys vote on! My permanent taglist is open and so is this one if you want to be on the last two parts.

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Originally posted by xxxxxx6x

Today Bucky was being released from the hospital.

You had spent all day putting together your lazy date with him, but he still had no idea it was happening. You told everyone to steer clear of the movie theater in the tower and to not touch any of the snacks or pizza that was being saved for tonight. Everyone knew not to mess with you when you were this stressed. You just wanted everything to be perfect.

You had gathered almost every single blanket and pillow in the tower and arranged them just right in the theater. It looked like a Bed Bath and Beyond had exploded in the room, but you wanted everything to be comfortable. After all, you did have plans to watch the Harry Potter movies and Fantastic Beasts. You were appalled when you realized no one had shown them to him. Yes, it would take a good portion of the day, but he was supposed to be on bedrest anyway. You were really excited.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! So I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some fics centered around Weasley/Harry stuff. Like, fluffy and warm family-focused stuff. Preferably before next-gen stuff, like during the book timeline maybe? idk I just love those about Harry being accepted and treated like just another Weasley brother it's so sweet and it makes me happy x) Unfortunately I don't really know how to look for them. I mostly just stumble across it. (Some Hinny incorporated in there would be a bonus xD)

ALSO, just any fic with some lovely brotherly interactions between Harry/any of the Weasley brothers. uwu            

Ok I picked out some of mine that I think fit, plus some of my favorites from other authors :) [read them I love them].

I don’t tend to read many fics that happen during the books, so these are all post books but mostly pre next gen.  If anyone has some during the books favorites tell me and I’ll share!

Also, check my tag for the Weasleys

Please share favorites if you have them!

  • Enigma
    • George has a way of convincing people to go along with his shenanigans.
  • Staggering
    • Harry and Ron return after a sudden Auror assignment called them away.
  • Dawning
    • Ron and Ginny have a discussion just between the two of them.
  • Endearment
    • Ron and Harry have a late night talk about their lives.
  • Classified
    • Harry and Ginny discover how hard it is to keep a secret in the Weasley family.
  • Souvenir
    • Even Harry needs a Stag Party
  • Filibuster
    • Harry and the Weasleys are getting back to normal after the war.
  • Essential
    • Harry and Ron have an important discussion about their friendship.
  • Uproarious
    • The holidays are a time for family, friends, food, and making your brothers supremely uncomfortable.
  • Tents, Tea, and Rubbish
    • Harry arrives back to the family tent at the Quidditch World Cup to find everyone eating breakfast, and Rita Skeeter’s morning Prophet article hanging, framed, upon the nearest cloth wall.
  • Big Brother Moment
    • ALL DIALOGUE, Harry/Ginny. Ron gets all big-brothery about Ginny when he realizes Harry didn’t sleep in his own room. Or at least attempts to. “I… you… just… I don’t know. But you didn't… sort of… I don’t know. Did you?” (Rated T for obvious references, nothing very racy.)
  • Excitement
    • One-shot. Complete. It’s Christmas morning at Grimmauld Place and Harry’s been a rather sweet man, giving more of himself than ever expected.
  • One of Us
    • Molly takes care of Harry after the battle. [one-shot for Parental Figure Challenge]
  • The First Christmas After the War
    • The First Christmas After The War
  • Happy Mother’s Day Molly Weasley
    • Molly waits anxiously for her daughter to come home, but when she arrives Molly notices that she’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t belong to her. Of course Molly is upset, but is it really what it looks like?
  • The Lavatory Assembly
    • Ginny Weasley didn’t intend for Harry to be one of the last people to find out about her pregnancy. Unfortunately an accidental congregation in the toilets of The Leaky Cauldron took the decision out of her hands. In other words how James Sirius Potter was almost called Trevor in memory of a brave and trampled toad. Slightly inspired by a scene from BBC comedy Gavin and Stacey.
  • Firewhisky Advice
    • Things are about to change for our intrepid hero! Takes place a few months after Snitches, Bubbles, and Pizza.
serendipity//solangelo fic

summary: “You’re the one who brought me to this stupid trampoline place, and somehow you’re the dumb fuck who got your leg stuck between the springs” au

aka first kisses and laughing, blushing boys.

Nico didn’t want to do anything for his birthday.

He assured all his friends weeks before the date rolled around and several times again through annoyed texts that he absolutely did not want to do anything for his 18th birthday. He appreciated the concern but the social interactions exhausted him and after studying and finishing tons of exams, he just wanted to relax for the day.

The ideal day to him looked like binge watching Harry Potter and ordering different boxes of pizza while he stayed in his apartment, alone in comfortable silence.

Obviously, Will Solace wasn’t having it.

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Houses Aesthetic

Slytherin: The smell of coffee in the morning, regardless if you’re going to drink it or not. Classy dress and heels one day, torn jeans and combat boots the next. The feeling of leave crunching under your shoes. Finally perfecting your writing to look elegantly beautiful. Green smoothies for breakfast, burgers for lunch. Mumbling the perfect comeback to anyone only loud enough for your friends to hear. Smirking when you know more than anyone else. The laughter you create after a smart remark. Wishing upon a star. Deep poetry you keep to yourself. Beautiful caligraphy. Inside jokes.

Ravenclaw: The sound of a crisp page. Sweaters and sneakers all day, everyday. Making several mugs of tea but forgetting them everywhere because you’re reading. Not being able to tell what is dream or reality. Surviving off of nothing but snacks. Responding to anything with sarcasm. Mindless doodles on your homework. Starting a project but never finishing it. Endearing insults. Writing incredible notes but never using them. Random facts about tv shows The sound of typing. Record players and typewriters. Writing seven different stories at once but forgetting to finish them. Drawing at 1:37 am because you felt inspired. Deep 2 am talks.

Hufflepuff: Hot cocoa with whipped cream. Giggling endlessly over nothing. Wearing whatever you feel comfortable in. Beanies and hoodies and blankets.Taking stealthy pictures of your friends. Finally finishing an essay. Reading inspiring quotes at midnight. Goofing around when no one looks. Somehow always knowing where things are. The perfect gift you know they’ll love. The smell of cookies baking in the oven. Giving the best hugs. The sound of the remote as you scour for some great shows. Staying up all night with a friend having a movie marathon.

Gryffindor: Bright cherry red lipstick. The sound of sneakers hitting the pavement, running. Eating healthy one day then eating every bit of junk in a 100 meter radius. Drinking cold lemonade in the pool. Completing stupid dares. Trying not to bust out laugh in the middle of class. Procrastinating on essays. The feeling of the warm summer air. Showing off to someone you like. Wearing the same shirt two times in a row without anyone noticing. Staying up late on tumblr. Laughing so hard you can’t breathe. Pizza and fries for breakfast, french toast for dinner.

Right this second James Potter is sitting around a very crowded table. Remus and Sirius have just brought out a massive cake that Lily Luna may of may not have already licked some icing off. Lily and Ginny and clearing away the empty pizza boxes to make space for the enormous thing. Harry is sitting with his father and Albus arguing over who has messier hair whilst James Sirius and Teddy grab booby-trapped plates for everyone to eat off.

The whole family has got together to celebrate James’ 57th birthday. He’s never been happier.

All is well.

Dating Cisco would include

Inside jokes Hand holding Fandom references Movie marathons Couples goals Playing in his hair His attempting to play with your hair “It’s just so much.” Wearing his T-shirts to bed Completely stealing his favorite T-shirt “Babe, have you seem my Schrödinger’s Cat shirt?” *you: wearing said shirt* “nope, I haven’t seen it” lots of pizza and burgers Being there when the particle accelerator exploded Always having a bad feeling about Wells Cisco telling you he saw Wells kill him Being there for him when Barry makes Flashpoint and kills his brother Being best friends with Iris and Caitlin Making Caitlin go out with Julien Having a Harry Potter themed wedding Serotonin shaped wedding rings Being pregnant and having to figure out names “So I was thinking, if it’s a boy we should go with Harry or Luke. If it’s a girl, Leia or Hermione” “no” You wanting to know the gender “It’s a baby girl Ramon. Oh yeah!” Him eventually wearing you down “Hello Hermione, your mommy and daddy love you very much.” Having a fandom Christmas tree at home but going to Joe’s for Christmas Cisco and your two-year-old having lightsaber battles at 3 am ”

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