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The Five Times Bucky Picks You

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D 

Originally posted by duckybarness

The first time Bucky picks you, you’re sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.

Being in honors classes, you’re pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.

There’s a knock to your door and your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.

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Dreams

Summary: When Meg possesses Sam, she lets a couple of his secrets out.

Warnings: Wincest, dirty talk (I guess?)

Word Count: 1800

A/N: I love me some desperate first time Wincest. Enjoy! XOXO

Sam’s still in the bathroom.

It’s become Sam’s habit to stay in the bathroom until he thinks Dean’s fallen asleep. Or to stay out, needing to grab some food or something. Or to just not say anything at all, just disappear from the room and come sneaking in once the lights are off.

Anything to keep from talking about it.

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All I Ask Of You

A @mlsecretsanta​ gift for @miraculouspaon​! Some fluffly Marichat for you!

Have a Happy Holliday!

NOTE: This fic includes songs and lyrics from various musicals, so scattered throughout are links to youtube videos for those songs. Enjoy!


Chat Noir loves musicals.

It really shouldn’t surprise me. Cats exists, of course he loves musicals. After he found out I’m into musicals, it’s all he talks about when we’re on patrol. But I can’t even remember how we got on the subject. I think I was humming a few bars of ‘76 Trombones’ from The Music Man one day and he recognized it instantly. He started talking about various musicals he’d seen, either live or recorded, musicals he wanted to see (Hamilton and The Lion King topped the list), and his favorite songs from each. Which leads me to my second discovery.

Chat Noir has a beautiful voice.

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November Rain (Part 1)

Originally posted by rocksaroundthesuns

Characters: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 3001

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Angst, Violence Against the Reader, Swearing, Bigotry 

Summary:  After a hunt goes awry, Dean and the reader spend the night together, but was it all a mistake?

A/N:  This is my first A/B/O fic, written for @dr-dean‘s A/B/O Challenge (Happy Birthday!!).  I’ve always wanted to write one of these, so thank you so much for breaking me out of my shell.  And thank you @notnaturalanahi, for getting me out of my funk and inspired to write this, not to mention betaing it for me.  The prompt was November Rain by Guns n’Roses (one of my favorite songs, by my favorite band.)  Written using @kittenofdoomage‘s A/B/O Rules.  It got a little too long, so I’m splitting it up into two parts.  


The day you met Dean Winchester you knew he belonged to you.

It wasn’t the earth shattering electricity you’d heard True Bonds conveyed when mates touched.  It was in a smile, in a glance, in the warm, comforting knowledge that he was yours.  Just for you.

Since then, loving him had been as easy as breathing, but being with him was considerably harder.  If Dean had felt the call, he never showed it.  He worked beside you, treated you like family, but never made an advance.  And that was the true challenge of your situation, and the true burden of being an unmated Omega.

“I’ll have you know, I’m great company to most people,” Dean said, shaking you out of your thoughts.

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Rivals (Peter Maximoff x Reader)

Request: Can you write a one-shot with peter maximoff where they’re basically rivals and don’t really like each other and it ends up with them getting into a really awkward position(like locked in a cupboard or something) and they make up or something (Also can the reader have Cheshire cat like powers?)

Powers: Invisibly/Teleporting (No flying that’s just to much and no shape shifting)

Rating: T/Fluff

For: Anon

A/n: I don’t know if my username inspired you or what but this’ll be fun to write. 

Later A/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE BUT IM HAPPY I STAYED UP UNTIL LIKE 3:00 TO WRITE THIS SO PLEASE LIKE IT I’M GOING TO REGRET THIS TOMORROW

L/n= Last Name/Surname | N/N = Nickname

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the switch

→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.

→pairing: bts | reader

→genre: smut

→word count: 9,085

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Boost your Spanish with Spanish common expressions

Here you have a list of Spanish expressions with their literal translation, the example and the explanation. Some of them are quite funny. I’m from Spain, so I’ve listed expressions we use in informal situations here. If you know more expressions, feel free to add them (and there are, I just didn’t want to add a lot)!

  • tener/haber ____ para parar un tren (to have, there’s ____ to stop a train). meaning: to have a lot of the same thing, it doesn’t have to be an object. example: tengo hambre para parar un tren (i’m so hungry that it could stop a train) - hay agua para parar un tren (there’s water to stop a train)
  • ¡_____ muerto, abono pa’ mi huerto! (dead _____, fertiliser for my vegetable patch!). Used to talk about how the fact that a type of person is dead is actually positive. example: ¡fascista muerto, abono pa’ mi huerto! (dead fascist, fertiliser for my vegetable patch!)
  • ser de la acera de enfrente/ser de la otra acera (to be from the other pavement. english: to play for the other team). Used to say that someone is not straight. example: amiga 1: sergio es guapísimo amigo 2: pues es de la acera de enfrente (friend 1: sergio is really handsome friend 2: he’s actually from the other pavement)
  • estar a dos velas (to be at two candles). Two meanings: you don’t have money (broke, basically) or you haven’t had sex in a while. example 1: se quedó sin trabajo y ahora está a dos velas (he lost his job and now he’s broke/at two candles). example 2: Andrea rompió con su novia y ahora está a dos velas (Andrea broke up with her girlfriend and now she’s at two candles)
  • ser la leche (to be the milk). Used to say that something/someone is really cool. example: ¡ese libro es la leche! (that book is the milk!)
  • estar hecho un Cristo (to have been made a Christ). Used when someone has been beaten or something has been destroyed, leaving them in a poor condition. example: ¿has visto a Andrés? está hecho un Cristo (have you seen Andrés? he’s been made a Christ). You can also say ir hecho un Ecce Homo (to go around like an Ecce Homo), especially when someone’s clothes are a disaster.
  • hacerse el sueco (to do the Swedish). I’ve talked about this one before. Used when someone ignores something they have to do. Basically you pretend that you don’t understand what you’re being told, ignoring the message. example: no te hagas el sueco y paga tu parte de la cena (don’t do the Swedish and pay your part of the dinner)
  • donde dije Digo digo Diego (where i said “I say” i say “Diego”). This is playing with really similar words. Basically, used when someone says something that they had said they wouldn’t do. example: el político dijo que no prohibiría el aborto, pero, ya sabes, donde dije Digo digo Diego (the politician said that he wouldn’t ban abortion but, you know, where I said “I say” I say “Diego”)
  • apaga y vámonos (switch it off and let’s go). 2 uses: Used when something is over and you have to leave or used when someone says something really stupid. example 1: apaga y vámonos, la fiesta se ha acabado (switch it off and let’s go, the party is over). example 2: persona 1: yo creo que la tauromaquia no debería prohibirse. persona 2 a persona 3: apaga y vámonos (person 1: i think that bullfighting shouldn’t be banned. person 2 to person 3: switch it off and let’s go)
  • con la iglesia nos hemos topado (we’ve bumped into the church). Used when you have an idea that is not accepted in a conservative environment. Also used when you want to do something but a higher power doesn’t let you do it. example 1: siempre hemos apoyado ideas progresistas, pero nuestros padres no. con la iglesia nos hemos topado (we’ve always supported liberal ideas, but our parents don’t. we’ve bumped into the church) example 2: querían salir antes de clase, pero el profesor no les dejó. con la iglesia se han topado (they wanted to get out of school earlier, but the teacher didn’t let them. they’ve bumped into the church).
  • hablando del Papa de Roma (talking about the Pope of Rome). Used when you’re talking about someone and that person appears. example: amigo 1 a amigo 2: ¿has visto a Julia? julia: *entra* amigo 1: hablando del Papa de Roma… (friend 1 to friend 2: have you seen Julia? julia: *comes in* friend 1: talking about the Pope of Rome…
  • estar en la luna de Valencia (to be on Valencia’s moon). Used when someone is daydreaming. example: ¡Juan, estás en la luna de Valencia! Baja y atiende. (Juan, you’re in Valencia’s moon! Get down and pay attention)
  • hace un frío de los cojones (to be cold like bollocks). Used when it’s very cold. example: fuimos al centro y hacía un frío de cojones: we went to the centre and it was cold like bollocks (cold as fuck, basically). I’ll do a post about expressions with bollocks because there’re SO MANY.
  • Dios los cría y ellos se juntan (God breeds them and they join). Used to talk about a group of people with similar characteristics that end up meeting each other and having a really strong friendship. example: los idiotas son así, Dios les cría y ellos se juntan (Idiots are like that, God breeds them and they join)
  • ¡Jesús! (Jesus!). The Spanish “Bless you!”. Used when someone snorts. You can also use “¡Salud!”.
  • quien se fue a Sevilla perdió su silla (the one who went to Seville lost his chair). Used when you sit on a chair previously used by someone else. example: 1: ¡eh, yo estaba sentado ahí! 2: quien se fue a Sevilla perdió su silla (1: hey, i was sitting there! 2: the one who went to Seville lost his chair)
  • ponerse las botas (to put the boots on). Used when you eat/drink a lot. example: nos estamos poniendo las botas a vino (we’re putting the boots on wine).
  • tener un morro que te lo pisas (to have such a huge lip that you step on it). Used when someone is really lucky. example: a alba le han subido el suelo, tiene un morro que se lo pisa (alba has had her wage increased, she has such a huge lip that she steps on it).
  • a palo seco (in a dry stick). Used when you someone eats something without a sauce or dressing. example: se comió la carne a palo seco (he ate the meat in a dry stick).
  • costar un ojo de la cara (to cost an eye of the face). This one exists in Italian too! Used when something is really expensive. example: me iba a comprar un portátil, pero cuesta un ojo de la cara (i was going to buy a laptop, but it costs an eye of the face).
Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 4

Characters: Derek Hale, Werewolf!Stiles, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Originally posted by thewritingbanshee

Derek and Isaac had moved in and you were up to your eyeballs in testosterone. Isaac was sleeping on the couch, Derek in the guest room. You miss your privacy.

You came home late one evening, you had errands to run. You went upstairs, wanting to crash in bed. You opened your door to find Derek in your bed.

“Oh, really?” You crossed your arms and looked at him.

“Isaac’s in my room. I had nowhere to go.”

“Why is Isaac in your room?” You raise an eyebrow.

“He brought some girl home, I don’t know.”

“Derek! Oh my God!” You slipped out the door and swung Derek’s door open. You walked in and leaned on the wall. Isaac looked up at you and groaned.

The girl looked at you blankly. “Can I help you?” She smarted off.

“You can actually. Get out.” You point to the door.

She nudges Isaac. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that?” He shrugs and she pouts.

“I said out. Now.” You slammed the door closed when she left and you looked at Isaac.

“What the hell?” He got off the bed and put his shirt back on.

“Don’t what the hell me, Lahey. Bringing a girl home? To my house?”

“We didn’t even do anything! We were just making out!”

“I don’t care. You still brought her here.”

Derek opened the door and stood behind you.

“This isn’t fair! Scott didn’t care about this stuff!”

You scoff, “Was Scott becoming your legal guardian? No? Then I don’t want to hear it. My house, my rules.”

Isaac huffs and pushes past you, storming down the stairs.

Derek high fives you. “That was good pack-parenting.”

You laugh. “I cannot believe you let him in here with a girl.”

“Sorry. That was bad pack-parenting. He’s done it before so I didn’t really think much of it.”

“He’s done it before? In your room? Derek…he needs his own room.” You sigh.

“I can sleep on the couch.” He shrugs.

“No, stay with me. It’ll be 100% nonsexual. You can handle that right?”

Derek smirks. “Of course I can.”

That day he moved all of his stuff in, you were now sharing a closet with a man who you’d just met. You’d kissed for maybe fifteen seconds, but you just met. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?” He turned and looked at you.

“In the middle…so pick whichever side you want.” You say, moving your clothes over in the closet.

Stiles has been in and out of the house all day. He’s decided that you and Derek are the only ones that can calm him down.

“Why is Jackson such a huge idiot?” He stormed in and sat on your bed.

“All right then..” You muttered before sitting beside him. “What’d he do now?”

“He said that I’ll never be as good of a werewolf as him, so when I got angry he laughed at me. He’s showing off for Lydia.” He grunts.

You roll your eyes. “I just talked to him about this..Stiles don’t let it get to you. If I’m being honest I think that he’s a little worried about you and Lydia. You’re stepping in on his lady, Stiles.” You nudge him and he laughs.

“I don’t mean to…I just can’t help it. She’s just..” He lays back on the bed and groans. “She’s so pretty and she’s got the greatest personality. I just don’t know how she can stand to be with him. He’s a dumb jock, that’s all he is. She’s too smart to be with him. I get her, I get her sense of humor and I get her smart little fun facts. I just really like her, y'know? I do everything I can not to screw up around her and Jackson always makes me look stupid.” He sighs.

Derek joins the two of you on the bed. “I know what you mean. Pretty girls are hard to get over.” He flicked his eyes over to you and smirked.

“Let me give you some advice. If you’re having trouble with Lydia just try being her friend. Don’t try to impress her, or show off, just be her friend. Go out on friend dates with her and Jackson, no matter how much it hurts because that’s going to show that you aren’t around just to get in her pants. It’ll show her you’re trustworthy.” Derek smiles at him.

“I never really have tried being her friend…” Stiles says quietly. He jumped off the bed quickly.

“So, quick question…”

“What?” You look up at him.

“When’s the next full moon?”

“Monday, why? Do you need us?”

Stiles nods, “Okay, thanks guys. I have to go be Lydia’s friend now.” He jogs out of the room and you look at Derek.

“Such a spaz.” He says under his breath and you smack his arm.

“Leave him alone.” You defend the younger boy.

“Fine. Sorry.” Derek throws his hands up on defense, a smile playing on his lips. “Let’s go out tonight.” He looks at you.

“I uh..where?” You stand up, pulling the hoodie you were wearing down.

“Let’s go to a club. You know, where we can drink and not have to worry about teenaged werewolves.” He laughs.

You snort, “That’d be great.”

“It’s a plan?” He asks you.

“It’s a plan.” You repeat, high fiving the much taller werewolf in front of you. You glance at the clock. “That means I should start getting ready. Can you call Isaac and talk to him? He probably won’t answer if I call. Just tell him what’s going on and that he gets his own room now.” You grab your makeup bag as Derek nods. You go to the bathroom, turning music on loudly. You go back to your room to pick a dress out before retreating back to the bathroom.

You finish getting ready and you head downstairs. You find Derek in a tight white button down shirt and dress pants. You feel your breath hitch when you see him. He smirks at you. “I talked to Isaac…are you ready?”

You nod, the both of you going out to his car. You arrive at the club, the line surprisingly short.

“You look drop dead gorgeous. I just thought I’d let you know.” He smirks down at you and you blush.

“You don’t look too bad either.”

You’re standing in line talking when you’re approached by a young girl. “Derek? You’re Derek Hale right?”

Derek turns and looks at her, nodding. “Can I help you?”

“You’re an alpha, right? You know what to do.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking me.”

“I-I’m pregnant. I think my water just broke. I need help.”

Your eyes go wide and Derek turns to look at you.

“I’m not Derek Hale but I can help you.” You say, stepping out of line. You take the young girls arm.

“I can’t go to the hospital. My mom doesn’t know I’m pregnant. I can’t go.”

Derek takes her other arm. “Let’s get her in the car.”

You help her into the backseat and sit with her. “Derek, take her back to the house.” You arrive at the house and you help her inside, setting her up in Isaac’s room. You take all the sheets off the bed and put a towel down over the mattress protector. You cover her up and sit beside her. Derek stands in the doorway, watching.

“How old are you, sweetie?” You press a cool rag to her head.

She groans, you can see her contracting. You take her hand and let her squeeze. She’s not talking through the contraction so you figure she must be close.

You stand at the edge of the bed. “Is it okay if I look?” She nods.

“I’m fourteen, by the way. I’m pretty sure the baby’s a werewolf too.”

You nod and look under her dress. “Derek, she’s crowning already.” Can you come in here and take her hand.

He nods and comes in, making conversation with the girl.

“Honey, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Brittany.”

“Okay, Brittany..I’m going to need you to push. Can you do that? I’m going to count down from ten and I need you to push while I count.”

She nods and squeezes Derek’s hand.

“1..2..3..push.” She begins pushing and you count down. This goes on for about twenty minutes. “Derek can you get me the blanket on the couch?” He nods and jogs downstairs.

“One more push, Brittany.” She pushes and you hold the baby as it comes out. “It’s a boy.” You smile.

Derek returns and you wrap the baby up. “I need scissors.” He grabs them from the bedside table and you cut the cord, careful not to cut too close.

You hand the boy to Brittany. She cries as she takes him. “Thank you so much. Thank you.”

“Can I get you anything?” You smile at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“We’ll leave you be. We’re going to be downstairs if you need us.” She nods and you and Derek leave the rooms.

“So much for going out.” You look at him and he smirks.

“I still got to see you in this hot dress. I found it painstakingly sexy watching you deliver a baby in heels. You’re so badass.” He gives you a once over.

You push him playfully. “Shut up. I’m just doing what I have to.”

Isaac walks in the door and starts to go upstairs. “Ah..wait.” You holler.

“What?” He turns and looks at you.

“You don’t want to go in there. I’m not giving details just don’t go in there. You can sleep down here tonight.”

He groans and flops down on the couch. “Okay..”

You go to the kitchen and sit a bottle of wine on the counter, Derek smirking. “Yeah?” He asks.

“Oh yeah.” You nod and pour you both a glass. You hop up on the counter. “I just delivered a baby. I don’t how these things just casually happen to me.”

Derek laughs. “You get used to it. I was hoping we’d hang out more tonight but…”

“We’re hanging out now aren’t we?” You and give him a sly look.

You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. You got to know each other better. You’d checked in on Brittany before going to bed but she was asleep.

You’re awoken at 6 a.m by screeching. You groan and get up. Is there a baby in the house? There’s a baby in the house. You walk across the hall to Isaac’s room to check on Brittany and the baby. When you open the door you only see the baby. You pick him up and cradle him. You yawn as he begins to calm down. You carry him to the bathroom to see if Brittany’s there. Nope. You go down to the kitchen to find a note. You read it and you panic. “Derek! Derek, come here!” You heard him get out of bed and come downstairs quickly. You must’ve woken Isaac too because he came shuffling into the kitchen.

Derek comes in looking like an adorable mess. He has no shirt on, just pajama pants and his hair’s sticking up everywhere. “What’s going on?”

You hand him the note. “Brittany left. She left the baby here. She said she doesn’t care what we do with him.” Derek’s eyes meet yours and you can smell the anxiety on him, the baby beginning to scream.

“I for one hate the kid already.”

“Isaac, shut up.” You and Derek say in unison. No one speaks for awhile. You and Derek just stare at each other, having a silent conversation.

Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: Arrangement
Words: 6137
Genre: Smut
Other: Callboy!shownu

Your name: submit What is this?

Shownu joined the business out of necessity, he had been friends with Wonho for many years but never actually considered it a viable career till he was in major debt. In fear of losing his apartment he called up his friend and asked him what were the requirements; after a week of auditions he’d been accepted as one of the few call boys who weren’t hired out for “companionship” - but more for lap dances or as a high class escort. He found that he enjoyed it after a while, even though the first week had been exhausting, sometimes working over 50 hours a week, he realized that he had skills that men and women alike both sought out.  

Shownu was highly charismatic, people enjoyed talking to him and women loved having him on their arm for the night. When it came down to the more raunchy side of the business his expectations were instantly risen - he didn’t have sex with clients who hadn’t reserved him less than five times - meaning they were extremely wealthy and wouldn’t skimp out on paying for his companionship services. To say he was a bit shallow when it came to who he slept with, was an understatement, he didn’t serve older men or older women as it just wasn’t his style. Most of his clients were between the ages of 20 to 40, and most of them were women with an itch only he could scratch.

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The pornstache

(A/N): I’m so sorry you guys but I’m having really bad writer’s block right now and I couldn’t even write my own requests but I was sorta feeling this one so that’s why I’m writing it right now…sorry again

Request: CAN I REQUEST A SEB WITH THE PORNSTACHE? PPL ARE MAKING FUN OF HIM FOR IT AND HE ACTS LIKE HE DOESN’T CARE BUT PART OF HIM DOES BUT IT TURNS READER ON? LOL IDK, FEELIN’ THE STACHE REAL HARD RN HAHAHA.

Warnings: hints of smut

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah


   (I actually thoroughly enjoy the pornstache)

  You sigh softly as you listen to the roar of the crowd, just outside the blue curtains. This wasn’t the first time you’d ever been on a talkshow but no matter how many times you were on TV you’d never get used to it. You were much more comfortable behind some glass walls, singing your little heart out, not out in the open for everyone to judge you. 

   “And please welcome our special guest (Y/N) (Y/L/N)!” The curtains open and you plaster on a smile as you walk out, hoping no one could tell just how scared you were. 

   Jimmy Fallon, the host of the show you were on tonight greeted you with a wide smile and open arms. You gladly meandered into his arms, hugging him lightly as he beamed from ear to ear. 

   “It’s so glad to finally have you back on the show! It’s been what- 2, 3 years?” 

   “I think it’s been three,” You chuckle lightly, grimacing just a bit at your voice. “I’m so lazy, like it takes so much effort to put out music. You have to get out of bed, go to the studios at ungodly hours of the morning, sing for hours on end, and then repeat the whole process again,” You sigh softly, smiling just a bit. “But luckily I can look like shit and no one’s gonna notice right?” Everyone laughs at this, only partly boosting your confidence. 

   “Oh come on,” Jimmy gently smacks your shoulder. “I bet you look great,” 

   “Oh no,” You chuckle. “I look so bad in the mornings, like I’m surprised I don’t scare the shit out of my-” You pause, smiling as you think of your man back home; Sebastian. God, you loved that man more than anything. 

   “Out of your fiancee?” You nod and smile, unable to stop a blush from spreading over your cheeks. 

   “Yeah, I’m surprised he doesn’t leave me or something,” 

   “Um uh-” Jimmy chuckles, unable to even get through his sentence without giggling. “Speaking of your fiancee, aka Sebastian Stan.” At this everyone cheers, hollering and screaming at the mention of the love of your life. What made it even worse was that you knew he was watching from home, no doubt smiling as he recognized that tell tale blush of yours. “Can we just talk about his new facial hair?” At this Jimmy pulls out a picture of Seb with the mustache he’d recently been growing, a god awful pedostache. You laugh hysterically, snorting a bit as you look at the photo. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh as you reach out and take the photo, looking at it more closely. “He looks like a poor kicked puppy,” You laugh some more, tears nearly falling from your eyes as you look at the picture. 

   “Do you kiss him with that thing?” You nod your head, still cackling at the photo. 

   “Oh it’s so great,” You giggle lightly as you pass the photo back to Jimmy. “But yes- yes I do kiss him with that thing,” 

   “Oh (Y/N),” Jimmy cringes, laughing just a bit. “It’s so bad though-” 

   “I think it’s adorable! Just look at this face!” You gesture to Seb’s face in the photo, still smiling widely. 

   “Everyone thinks it’s so awful though,” 

   “Well I think it’s absolutely adorable,” 

  “You really do?”

  “I really do,” You smile and nod affirmatively, looking at the photo again. 

  “So enough about Seb’s god awful facial hair-” Jimmy directs your attention away from the photograph and instead to an album, more specifically your album. 

   “So this is your fourth or fifth album?” Jimmy asks, giving you a slight smile. And with that conversation you delve into your interview about your most recent album. 


    You try to close your apartment door behind you quietly, hoping that you wouldn’t make enough noise to wake up Seb. It was 3 in the morning after all and after the show Jimmy had wanted you to stay and talk with him, the roots, and all the other guest stars on the show tonight. But as you open the door gently you began to realize that perhaps you may not need to be quiet after all because sitting right there on your couch is Seb, the remote to the TV clutched in his hand. 

   “Seb, What are you doing up?” You ask as you slide your shoes off, reveling in finally being free from the objective material. 

   “I was watching your show,” He mumbles sleepily as he rubs at his eyes in the cutest fashion. “I wanted to stay up and wait for you,” You smile softly as you make your way to the couch, taking a seat beside the exhausted looking Seb. 

   “You should’ve been in bed hours ago,” 

   “ ‘M fine,” Seb mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck, his mustache tickling your skin just lightly enough to border on tickling and pleasure. 

   “You’ve been up filming for hours straight, you should be resting,” 

   “I’m really fine (Y/N),” Seb smiles against your neck, his lips curling upwards wonderfully. “I don’t think I could’ve gone to sleep anyways,” 

   “How come?” You ask as you reach up to run your fingers through Seb’s wonderful hair. 

   “Well I’ve been meaning to ask you something since your show,” 

   “Yeah?” 

   “You really like the mustache?” Seb’s tone held just a bit of insecurity, one that you had to put a stop to immediately. 

   “Yes.” You reply quickly, almost too quickly. “I really like it, you can really rock the look,” 

   “I think you’re the only one who thinks that-” 

   “But that’s all that matters right? Who cares what your fans think, or some stupid magazine? So long as your soon to be spouse enjoys it then that’s all that matters,” Seb smiles gently as he kisses your neck softly, allowing his skin to brush against yours deliciously. 

   “That’s all that matters to me,” You sigh as his lips brush against your sweet spot with every word, each little brush of his lips sending fire to your core. 

   “You know what?” You smirk as you continue to run your fingers through Seb’s messy hair. “I think I’d like that mustache even more if you put it to good use,” Seb pulls away just a bit, looking at you with a curious look. “I bet your lips would feel incredible between my legs right now,” Is all you provide as you spread your legs apart, enticing your fiancee just a bit. 

   “Oh doll,” Seb sighs a bit as he leans down, his lips brushing by the waist band of your dress pants. “I’m gonna make you feel real good,” 

hamswritingtho  asked:

When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant? +Feysand I've also been greatly enjoying all the little fics you've been writing :)

Thank you, friend!! This is probably not exactly what you were asking for, but for whatever dumb reason, this popped in my head reading the prompt. Hope you like!

BTW peeps: I’m still doing these, just working through them slowly. Feel free to keep sending them and I’ll try to do them when I can. Link to prompt list is at the end. <3

When Feyre rounds the corner into the produce section of the grocery store, the last thing she expects to see is Cassian shoving a watermelon under her husband’s shirt amid a choir of snickers from the pair of them. Cassian has his phone out and is just about to Snapchat a pic when Feyre clears her throat. The boys freeze, Rhys blushing just a tad.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?” Feyre asks Rhys pointedly, stifling a smirk.

“Just getting a feel for things,” Rhys says cooly. “We can never be too prepared.”

“Man, don’t drop it!” Cass barks suddenly, seeing the huge melon begin to slip. Rhys removes it without a problem and replaces it on the shelf.

“You two are going to get us kicked out of here if you keep goofing off. We still have a lot of shopping to do and Nesta’s already bit my head off about the right kind of cheese to go with the appetizers.”

Only Nesta could make cheese and crackers feel unbearably stuffy. And as much as Feyre really does trust Nesta’s expert opinion that brie will be best, she’s not going into this dinner without a hunk of good old fashioned cheddar to see her through.

At the mention of Nesta, Cassian’s eyes spark. How he could have forgotten for even one minute that Nesta was within a five miles radius after she’d let the shopping cart slip against his shins is beyond Feyre. “Don’t worry,” Cass says walking swiftly past Feyre and patting her on the shoulder the way he does when ‘the bro’ is winning, as Azriel likes to call it. “I’ve got this.”

Feyre feels Rhys pull up even with her as she watches her friend strut off to face the horrors waiting for him in Dairy.

“I love Cassian,” Rhys says, and Feyre turns back round to face him, “but I think he has a death wish.”

Feyre tisks and pushes the cart toward the lettuce. “Stop, Nesta isn’t that bad.”

“The fact that you need to specify-”

“Rhys.”

He holds his hands up in surrender and promptly plucks an apple from a nearby stand, juggling it in a way that’s supposed to seem impressive - never mind that it’s only one apple.

Romaine… baby greens… organic… iceberg… Ugh, nobody even likes iceberg. Classic Cesar will do, Feyre decides. Or possibly… The baby greens stare up at her.

She looks back at the watermelon crate Rhys and Cassian had been messing with and feels her stomach tighten. She and Rhys have been together for nearly five years now, if you count the three years they dated before getting hitched. She knows he wouldn’t pressure her. Not ever. But sometimes he makes an offhand comment and she wonders if Rhys might not be considering beyond her present wishes.

Feyre clears her throat. “Rhys?”

“Yes dah-ling,” he says. Neither of them turn around from their respective produce. Feyre’s not sure she could if she tried.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

She chances a peek over her shoulder and finds Rhys has swapped his one-apple juggling act for a rather thorough examination of the differences between Fuji and Granny Smith that has his brows knit together. “What’s that?” Rhys asks, and Feyre whips her head back to the salad options.

“About… not being too prepared.”

“Too prepared?”

The misters switch on unexpectedly, dousing the lettuce and Feyre’s outstretched hand with a fine layer of mist that take her by surprise. “Oh!” she yelps and jumps back, some combination of shock and nerves forcing her into motion. Rhys chuckles and slinks over to lean on the cart.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a cheeky grin. “Last I checked, water is actually good for you.”

“Very funny,” Feyre says, the humor not entirely making it past her lips. She feels rather than sees Rhys’s face twitch.

“What’s wrong? If this about Nesta again and whether or not you thinks she’s going to throw a tantrum over your choice of rabbit food, I promise I’ll protect you.”

“Do you want to have a baby?” Feyre blurts out before she can help herself. Her stomach does a back flip just asking the question. They’ve never talked about it before. Not since they were just starting out dating and trying to decide if this was even a good fit. She knows they both want kids. Maybe just a kid. But there’s something terrifying about the idea that Rhys might want one now.

“Feyre,” Rhys says, leaning forward and dropping to a whisper, “you know I enjoy making love to you at all hours of the day, but if you think me shoving a watermelon up my shirt is gonna piss the employees off, I don’t think they’ll appreciate us-”

“I’m serious,” Feyre says, cutting Rhys off. He blinks at her a few times, mouth parted open slightly. But Feyre wants to know. Is determined to know. “Do you want to have a baby?”

Rhys backs up a step. “Do you want to have a baby?”

“I asked you first.” A small flash of intrigue in those deep blue eyes searches her making her feel known and exposed in ways only he’s ever managed.

“Alright,” Rhys says, folding his arms and seeming to sense that she means business. Feyre draws a deep breath waiting. “You know I want to have a kid - eventually. If you’re asking, do I want one right now?” Feyre nods. “No. I don’t think so. I mean, shoot, if it happens, then great. I’ll welcome it with open arms and shove a watermelon up my shirt for nine months so you don’t feel so bad.” Feyre releases a small chuckle at that and Rhys smiles. “Why so curious about kids all of a sudden?”

Feyre rolls her eyes, more at herself than him, and tosses a hand up. “I don’t know. I saw you joking around with Cassian, but then you made that comment and you’ve said stuff in the past, that I just wondered if maybe you were…” She pauses, catches Rhys watching her intently with his brow raised in amusement, and lets out a shaky laugh. “I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?”

Rhys pulls Feyre into his arms with his own chuckle and it feels like she can finally stop fretting. “No, you’re not. It’s good that we talk about these things. I just don’t understand why you’re so concerned with it? You know we can take our time. And if overgrown melons are all we end up with, we’ll be well fed.”

Feyre snorts. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but you can’t deny it’s a good idea.”

“No, I really can’t-”

“Get that out of your nose!”

Both Feyre’s and Rhys’s heads snap to the side where Nesta has found the produce section along with Cassian… who has shoved a small wedge of brie up his nose much to Nesta’s chagrin.

Feyre grimaces. “At least it’s shrink wrapped?” Rhys offers, and then laughs when Feyre smacks her head into his chest with a groan. “Come on,” he says, rubbing up her arms a few times for confidence. “Let’s go sort them out.”

“Go on. I just have to grab some lettuce first.” Rhys nods, heading off.

Feyre looks back down at her options and decides, maybe the baby greens aren’t so bad after all. A nice watermelon salad could be good for spring.

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Hat Trick- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by phillymyers

Ok so hockey has surprised me this weekend and I’m living! Until Wednesday… anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: hi!! i love love love your writing💓 can you do an auston matthews imagine where you guys like each other but aren’t dating and neither of you know the other likes each other until you’re at a game or something and a player/whoever tries to flirt with you and auston gets really jealous and realizes he actually really likes you?? tyy!!

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              “Will you introduce me to Connor McDavid?” you asked Auston as you walked into the ACC with him and Mitch.

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K ~ Four Seasons of K: Like flowers in a storm

Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.

Like Flowers in a Storm [*] by Azano Kouhei

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anonymous asked:

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.“ Damian and Jason (about Tim?)

Here you go Anon! Sorry if it’s not exactly what you were looking for - I set out to write a short angsty piece about Damian feeling guilty about how he’d treated Tim but Bruce got there before me and then Damian ended up hiding under a table and it all went downhill from there. But I hope you get some enjoyment form it anyway :)

Mixing up / ignoring comic timeline is almost a hobby of mine, but this one actually had some contextual thought behind it. Not much but. Basically set sometime after Bruce comes back from the “dead” but no more specific than that…


Damian isn’t hiding, but he could see how it may look that way to someone else. Alfred the cat had fled under the dining room table when the yelling started earlier and when he hadn’t been able to coax him out, Damian had crawled under the table as well. Titus had followed him, sniffing at the carpet and knocking into chair legs with his tail before settling down with a huff. It had seemed much easier to just stay there than try to move both his pets.

Dick and Alfred have both walked past - looking for him, maybe, or more likely just going about their day - but nobody has actually come in yet. Father might have thought to look here, but he doubts Father will search for him. Not while he’s still mad, at least. 

“Hey Alfred!” a voice calls from the direction of the front door. The butler’s reply is muffled by distance and then the voices die off as the conversation moves into one of the Manor’s many rooms - probably the kitchen. Damian wonders who it could be; most visitors come via the cave.

He gets his answer a minute later when light footsteps precede the appearance of two socked feet and a pair of jeans in his vision. Todd is muttering to himself as he walks around the dining table then kneels down to start looking under it. The muttering stops when their eyes meet and Damian lifts his chin defiantly, daring the older boy to make fun of him. But all Todd says is, “Have you seen a pair of sunglasses under here?”

Damian glances at the floor around him and shakes his head. “No.”

“Dammit,” Todd mutters, standing up and almost banging his head on the table. 

“Must be in the kitchen…”

He leaves and Damian let’s out a sigh of relief, relaxing back against Titus’s flank. But it’s short-lived because a moment later Todd comes back in and sets something down on the table before crouching back down.

“You wanna come out?” he asks.

“No.”

“Okay.” His upper body vanishes upward again and when he comes back down he’s holding two mugs. He holds one out. “You want tea?”

Damian hesitates before nodding, reaching out to take the warm mug and cradling it to his chest. Even with the body heat from his pets, it’s remarkably cool under the table. He blows on the hot liquid then takes a cautious sip as Todd sits cross-legged opposite him with his back against the nearest table leg.

“So why are you hiding under a table?” he asks eventually, conversational in a way that grates on Damian’s nerves.

“I’m not hiding,” he snaps.

“Uh-huh. It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself of that.“

“I’m not,” Damian insists. “Alfred wouldn’t come out. I had to come under here to get him.”

Todd looks pointedly at where the cat is now curled up in Damian’s lap, purring softly as he’s petted. “Right. And was it loud noises that drove Alfred under the table?”

Damian narrows his eyes. Todd takes a casual sip of his tea. And he knows. He knows exactly why Alfred ran under the table and why Damian is under the table and he just wants him to say it. Well he’s not going to. Damian grits his teeth and glares.

Todd just shrugs. “Suit yourself. I’ll just tell you what the official version is then, shall I?”

It’s blatant manipulation and Damian will not be swayed by it.

“So I was leaving my apartment this morning when I realised I couldn’t find my sunglasses anywhere. I had tea with Alfred yesterday so this is the only other place I could think they might be. And when I arrive, I find out that you and Bruce got into a screaming match this morning which ended with a broken chair and two smashed vases.” He takes a sip of tea - probably for some kind of dramatic effect. "Apparently you threw a 4,000 dollar vase at Dick’s head when he tried to intervene.“ Damian glowers at his shoes and says nothing. Todd pokes him in the leg. “Come on, short fry, spill.”

It suddenly occurs to Damian that not-hiding under the table was a strategically bad move. He’s trapped between Titus and Todd, without anything throwable within reach. And Todd is as annoyingly stubborn as everyone else in the family; he will not let this go.

“Father says I cannot patrol,” Damian eventually mutters.

“That’s it? You started breaking shit because he benched you? Wow. That’s almost me-level crazy.”

“He says I am banned from the Cave until i can find a way to deal with my anger that does not involve violence.”

The older boy snorts. “I hate to agree with B, but he may have a point. The vases I can understand - Lord knows how many of those have been broken since Bruce started collecting strays - but the chair was a bit of an overreaction.”

Damian can feel the anger from earlier simmering beneath his skin but short of throwing his cat at Todd’s head there’s not much he can do besides growl. “You’re such a hypocrite Todd - you tried to kill him first!”

Todd blinks, face scrunching up in surprise before smoothing out with understanding. “We’re not talking about B anymore, are we? This is about the Replacement.”

Damian looks away. His fingers are clenched so tightly around his mug his knuckles are white and his chest is tight with- anger. That’s what it is. Not guilt or regret or- None of the things Father thinks are affecting him. (Although, to be fair, Father does think anger is affecting him as well. And he may not be wrong but. He’s not completely right.)

“Bruce find out you tried to kill him?”

Todd shifts closer, leaning forward so he can reach behind Damian to scratch Titus around the ears. Their arms brush and Damian holds completely still, watching the older boy warily. He and Todd are not enemies, per se, but this… this friendliness is unchartered territory.

“He wants me to apologise,” he says stiffly.

“And you don’t want to." 

"It would not be sincere.”

Todd’s lips quirk upwards but it doesn’t quite become a smile. “That’s not the point.”

Damian frowns, brows furrowing. “Then what is?”

“To teach you a lesson.” Todd shrugs one shoulder, the simple gesture conveying a lot about what he thinks of Bruce’s parenting techniques. “You don’t want to apologise because it would be humiliating, admitting a fault or a weakness. He makes you do it anyway, makes you suffer the indignity of asking for forgiveness. It’s an unpleasant feeling. One you try to avoid in future by not doing whatever you did wrong again.”

“Oh.” When put like that, it makes much more sense. (Some detective he is if he can’t even figure out his Father’s motives.) “So all I have to do to get Robin back is apologise to Drake?”

“It’s a start.” Todd gives Titus one last pat on the head - and an “accidental” one for Damian as well - then scoots backwards until he’s no longer under the table. “Well, hide and seek has been fun, but unlike some members of this family I’m not freakishly short and my spine is not cut out for this kind of contortion.”

“Tt. You’re getting old, Todd.”

He gets a casual middle finger in response, “Respect your elders, Demon Brat.”
“I’m not a Demon!” Damian snarls.

Todd holds his hands up in mocking surrender. “Of course not, my sincerest apologies.” A quick flash of teeth as he grins. “You wanna repeat that back to me? Y'know, for practice.”

His laughter follows him out of the room as Damian scrambles out from under the table and takes off after him. His Father will surely make him apologies for trying to kill Todd as well, but it will surely be worth it to wipe that smirk off his older brother’s face.

rubysvida  asked:

jealous clarke?? something in that vein?? canon verse maybe?? this is so vague sorry ily <3

A|N: nothing to be sorry about considering jealous clarke is mY JAM

p.s: ily too <33

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Look, objectively, Clarke knows that Bellamy’s a pretty attractive individual. A collective sigh goes up around camp whenever he wrangles his shirt off (completely unnecessarily) to do some mundane task or the other. His smile can reduce a normal, functioning being into a swooning mess. Monty claims to be forever changed after the one time he witnessed Bellamy emerging from the shower.

But, still. It’s no excuse for Roma to be hanging all over him.

“Her head is going to spontaneously combust if you keep glaring at her like that,” Raven remarks, drawing up next to her. The smirk on her face is enough for Clarke to direct the force of her glare over to her instead, crossing her arms over her chest. Unperturbed, she continues, “And is it normal for there to be a vein throbbing so close to your forehead? Because I’m getting a little worried.”

“I’m fine,” she huffs, gritting her teeth at the sound of Roma’s high-pitched, lilting giggle. Bellamy’s response is lost in the clamor of the crowd, but she recognizes the soft quirk of his lips, the sardonic arch of his brow. Amused. (It’s one of her favorite looks on him, even though she’d never admit it. Not to his face, at least.)

Raven looks thoroughly unconvinced by that. “Yeah, I’m having a little difficulty believing that considering your face is currently a unflattering shade of puce.”

The scathing response on the tip of her tongue dissolves at the sight of Roma’s hand curling over his bicep, squeezing, and she’s moving before she can rethink it; stomping towards them with all the grace and subtlety of someone who’s had a little too much to drink.

He brightens when he spots her; the expression quickly morphing into concern when he catches sight of her face. “Clarke. Is everything okay?”

“Great,” she manages, flat. “I just— I think we should rethink our plans to send a team out past Trikru territory. Do you have a minute to talk? Alone?”

“Yeah, sure.” He goes, completely unfazed; his hand coming down to rest on the small of her back as he steers her towards his tent. Then, looking over his shoulder, “See you around, Roma.”

“See you,” Clarke adds, shooting her a tight, close-lipped smile before striding off. (For some strange, unfathomable reason, the moment fills her with a kind of smug triumph that leaves her grinning throughout the rest of the day.)

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You’re It (Chapter Three)

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader

Synopsis: After you and Peter start dating, you decide it’s time to break the news to Aunt May.

Word Count: 1,686

Tags: @thisisthelilith, @team-fiction, @flossorz, @booksyoutubelife, @143amberrose @avengers-earths-mightiest-heroes

Chapter One, Chapter Two

A/N: I feel like I haven’t posted anything in ten years, but anyways, here’s my next chapter for “You’re It!” This year has been rough but now that it’s summer I’m hoping I’ll have more time and motivation to finish all the writing I’ve been struggling to complete. I hope everyone enjoys (if anyone is even still interested in this fanfiction, that is)!


You and Peter had been dating for about a month now, but it hadn’t taken more than a week for you two to grow familiar with each other again. Easing into your relationship was like putting on your oldest, warmest, most favorite sweater that had been hiding in the back of your closet for far too long. But in spite of this, he was still shy about showing affection. He was always afraid that you didn’t really want him to touch you, so he just kind of let his hand hover at his side to let you know that he wanted you to hold it. You were always more than happy to do so. He walked you home from school every single day since the time you two shared your first kiss. You both lived pretty far apart, but he didn’t mind dropping you off at your house before taking the subway home. You insisted multiple times that this was unethical, but he just ignored you and continued to do it anyways. Usually he rambled happily about school or whatever superhero antics he had gotten into recently, but today he was unusually silent.

“What are you thinking about, Pete? You’re being uncharacteristically quiet today.”

“Nothing…just, something May and I were talking about yesterday.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, letting you know that he was uneasy about something.

“Was it about me?”

“Yeah. Nothing bad! It’s just that I, uh, told her that you and I reconnected.”

“And by ‘reconnected’ you mean…?”

“I told her we were just friends.”

You stopped walking and stood in front of him with a sour look on your face.

“I’m really sorry. You don’t get how she can be sometimes. I just didn’t want her to make a big deal out of it.”

“Are you afraid she won’t like us together or something? Does she not like me?”

“No! She just…she’s been kind of crazy lately with me being happy and social and I didn’t want her to obsess over it.”

You rolled your eyes and started to walk away from him.

“Okay, I get it. I’m a huge idiot. I’m sorry. Y/N, I’m sorry!”

He grabbed your arm gently and you spun around. You glared up at him, but he pulled you closer to him and smirked. You melted immediately. Damn that adorable crooked smile.

“You are an idiot. Promise me you’ll tell her?”

“That’s the thing. She asked me to invite you to dinner at our apartment on Friday. Maybe we could tell her then? Together?”

You instantly felt the churning feeling of anxiety in your stomach when he said this.

“I don’t know, Pete…”

“Come on. Please don’t make me do it alone. Please?” He said, flashing a cheesy smile at you.

You rolled your eyes.

“Damn you and your cute face, Peter Parker.”


You let your finger hover over the buzzer to Peter’s apartment. Why did he make you come here by yourself? You could practically feel the sweat soaking through your clothes. All you wanted was for May to like you as much as she had when you were young, but you had changed so much. You took a deep breath and pushed the button. You heard a buzz and Peter’s voice come through the speaker almost instantly.

“Come on up, Y/N!”

When you reached his door, you raised your hand to knock, but jumped back in shock as Peter opened the door before you could. He shut the door behind him and pulled you into his arms.

“What are you-” you started to ask before he cut you off with a kiss.

“I just wanted to do that before we went inside. Oh, by the way, how do you feel about spaghetti?”

Oh shit,’ you thought. You loved spaghetti, but you didn’t know how to eat it without looking like a pig. Getting those long noodles on your fork and into your mouth without making a mess was something you had yet to master. Not the best food for a good first impression.

“Yeah,” you swallowed nervously. “Spaghetti sounds fantastic.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand, then followed him into the apartment.

 May was in the kitchen cooking when you walked in. She immediately dropped what she was doing and rushed to hug you.

“Y/N! Look at you! You’re all grown up. It’s so good to see you again after all of this time.”

You were surprised as she wrapped her arms around you in a gigantic bear hug, but relieved that she was still as warm and kind as she had been when you were a child. You couldn’t believe that you expected anything besides complete and genuine kindness from her.

“It’s good to see you, too! Thank you so much for inviting me here.”

“Of course! When I heard that you and Peter had reconnected I was so happy. You know, he hasn’t had many friends as of late…”

“Okay, Aunt May. Thank you,” Peter interrupted with a red face.

“I’m sorry. I’m just trying to say I’m happy that you have Y/N in your life.”

You looked at Peter and smiled, his blush increasing.

“Anyways, dinner will be ready in a half hour,” May said as she rushed back to the stove to stir the sauce she was preparing.

“If you want some help I would be happy to do something,” you offered.

“Wow, thank you, Y/N,” May said with a huge smile on her face. “I like her,” she mouthed to Peter, making sure that you could see it, too.

 You and Peter both worked together, chopping vegetables and pushing them into the sauce pan. Peter did a horrible job. The pieces he cut were way too huge and you had to fix them for him, trying to show him how you did it. One thing was for certain: Peter would never be a chef.

“You should probably just stick to saving New York City,” you whispered to him when May left the kitchen to search for ingredients.

He laughed and gave you a little shove with his elbow. When you were done chopping the vegetables, May insisted that you two go have fun, but not too much fun. Peter rolled his eyes and guided you out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“So, uh, want to watch a movie? We can finish it after dinner. You can pick.”

You grinned and walked over to the shelf to pick a movie. His collection almost brought tears to your eyes. He had every classic you could think of. It took you a while, but you finally chose Star Wars. You held it up to him and he smirked at you.

“My favorite.”

You sat beside each other for the next fifteen minutes until dinner was ready. You should have been watching the movie, but you couldn’t stop watching Peter. It was adorable how into it he was. He groaned when May called you from the kitchen, not wanting to pause the movie. You both helped May set the table, then sat down to eat. You were beyond glad that Peter was there with you because his terrible table manners made you look good. He kept making loud slurping noises and getting pasta sauce all over his face. May must have kicked him under the table to get him to behave because he suddenly sat up straight and stared at her with a wild look of panic and confusion. You had to fight very hard to keep a straight face. After the meal was done, you and Peter shared a look with each other, both understanding that it was time to break the news to May.

“That was really great, May. Thank you again for having me over.”

“You’re welcome anytime, Y/N. I’m glad you could make it.”

You looked back at Peter, then at May, then him again. You were trying to tell him that you wanted him to be the one to break the news.

“So, um, May? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Well, actually, something Y/N and I wanted to talk to you about.”

“And what might that be?” May said, crossing her arms on the table.

“Well, uhm…actually, Y/N and I aren’t just friends. We’ve been dating for a while now. A month, to be exact.”

You held your breath, bracing yourself for her reaction.

All she did was snort and break out in laughter.

“Oh, thank god. I was afraid Y/N was pregnant or you eloped or something. Peter, honey, I know. I’m not stupid.”

Peter looked dumbfounded.

“But…I told you we were just friends.”

“You’re a horrible liar, Peter. I can always see right through you.”

You let out a sigh and started giggling. She was right, he was a terrible liar.

“Anyways, I’m very happy for you two. I always knew you guys would end up together.”

You and Peter made eye contact across the table, sharing a smile and a tomato red face.

After dinner, you two tried to finish watching Star Wars, but you fell asleep against Peter’s shoulder. He was so invested in the movie that he hadn’t noticed. He turned to you to comment on something happening on screen, but when he heard no reply, he looked down and saw you with your mouth wide open, drooling on his shirt. He covered his mouth to suppress a laugh, trying his best not to wake you. He let you sleep through the rest of the movie, though it was painful for him knowing that you were missing the best parts. When it was over, he nudged you gently with his finger.

“Y/N? Pst, Y/N,” He whispered.

You stirred and opened one eye, letting out an exaggerated groan.

“What do you want, Parker?”

He smiled down at your half-asleep face and poked you one more time.

“Tag, you’re it.”

You smiled sleepily and burrowed your face into his chest. You knew it was late and it was time for you to go home, but you wanted to make this moment last a little bit longer.

Morgan Rielly #7

Requested by Anon:  Super cute Morgan rielly one where you guys are dating and you always hang out with the team

*Just something cute and a little fluffy. I’m not the best at writing drabbles with multiple players in the actual imagine but I hope you enjoy this one! :)*

Word count: 918

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

“Okay but you guys really need to get a room,” a smirking Auston Matthews said as he plopped on the love seat across from you, his hand deep inside the bag of chips you were saving for a bad day. You eyed him carefully; taking note of how he spreads his legs on the chair and make it seem like it’s a single-sitter chair. The kid is HUGE.

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anonymous asked:

I know it's almost the end of fear friday, but I'm gonna prompt anyways. Also, awesome blog!!! post-CW Tony and Peter are together, and he has joined the Guardians in space. They have become his 2nd family. But he's waiting for them to leave him eventually cause he thought the Avengers were his family and look what happened there.

Thank you so much ! :)

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“Tony i need your help.” says Peter when the monster comes directly towards him.

“Kinda busy myself Starlord.” replies Tony and flies around the monster. It looks like a octopus but its green and really slushy. Tony hates it.

Monster in space are even weirder than on earth.

“Tony for real…” begins Peter but then the monster buries him under one of his…tentacles and Peter is gone. Tony screams at that and the next moment the monster gets him, too.

It takes every one of Tonys weapons to kill it and then Tony sinks to the ground.

“Petey?” he asks worried but there is now answer.

“What the fuck happened?” says Rocket who lands next to him. Tony shrugs. He can’t speak.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah i know i saw it but i don’t believe it.” says Rocket to Groot and Tony leaves his suit. He runs around, looking for Peter.

“Guys! I got him. He is here.” says Gamora and Tony sees how Drax help her to get the tentacle away from Peter.

Peters eyes are closed and Tonys heart stops. Oh god. This is his fault!

“We need to take him to the ship.” says Gamora and Drax carries Peter. Tony feels numb. He follows them but doesn’t say anything.

“Do you feel his pulse?” asks Drax when Gamora check it and she nods. But she looks still so worried.

Nobody speaks to Tony when they go back to their ship.

Tony knows why. He fucked up. Again.

*

Half an hour later Tony is in his room on the milano and packs his things. He is going to leave. It was his fault and even if Peter is not dead he is only hurt because of him.

Tony wanted to face the monster and shot it down. That why he didn’t help Peter. But thats a ridiculous excuse.

There is a knock on his door and Tony looks up as Yondu comes in.

“Hey son.” he says and then sits down on Tonys bed. Yondu is kinda Peters father and he will definitely beat Tony up for that stunt.

“Hi.” mumbles Tony back. Sometimes (only when he is alone and had a bad nightmare) Tony images that Yondu is like father for him, too. Well technically he is his father-in-law.

He is not sure how old Yondu is exactly but he always treats Tony really well. That is going to change now.

“So you wanna leave?” asks Yondu and points at Tonys suitcase.

Tony nods at that and Yondu sighs.

“Why?” asks Yondu and Tony can’t help but sniff at that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of Yondu.

“Look son. I know you feel bad about what happened to Peter. And believe me when i say that he will be okay. He is sleeping but you can go see him if you want.” says Yondu and Tony looks still at his suitcase.

“I…hurt him.” whispers Tony when the first tear falls on one of his shirts.

“No you didn’t. The monster did.” says Yondu and he sounds really carefully. Its almost strange.

“Why don’t you hate me?” says Tony then and Yondu laughs.

“Because your are my family.” says Yondu and shrugs.

Tony snorts.

“We are all family here. And sometimes bad things happen in a family, but that only makes us stronger you know? I know that Peter can’t talk about his feelings very well. He gets that from me. But i know that he isn’t angry at you. And he wouldn’t want you to leave.” says Yondu and Tony looks at him.

He is still crying and Yondu smiles sadly at him.

“I had a family once.” whispers Tony then. He is not talking about his parents, because that wasn’t a real family.

But the avengers. And he fucked that up. They left because of him.

“They didn’t deserve you. But Peter is much happier with you and i know that you are happy here, too. So don’t run away because of one mistake. God knows how many i made and Peter is still saving my ass on a daily basis.” laughs Yondu and he holds his arms out.

Its rare that Yondu does that. But Tony loves his hugs. He cuddles into him and breathes.

“Thank you.” he says and Yondu just laughs.

“Peter also gave me that for you.” says Yondu and holds up a paper. It just says ‘Yes i still love you, asshole’ with a smiley face. Tony laughs.

When they had their first fight as a couple Tony had said that he would only believe Peter if he wrote his ‘i love you’ down as proof. It was a silly thought but since then Peter does it every time.

“He still loves me.” says Tony and he pets the paper carefully. Then he puts it on his wall. Yondu laughs.

“I can’t believe i’m saying this but we all love you, you damn human idiot.” grins Yondu and Tony sticks his tongue out at him.

“And now get your ass over to Peter!” says Yondu and Tony runs out of his room.

Yondu shakes his head at the boy and starts packing his things back in the cupboard. What a mess.