tagging my love

transcript of all the texts peter sent to happy

…Anyways, I’m out of school at 3 today
Need my assistance?
What is Tony up to?
Tell him I say hi!
Hey Happy!
Just checking in again.
Really miss our missions, hoping to do one again soon!
You think you’ll need me today?
Out of school at 2:45
Ready when you are!
Hey Happy
Just updating you on the latest!
Helped clear the road for an ambulance
Stopped a guy trying to mug an old man
Just being me, cleaning up Queens!
School is so boring
Wish I could be doing more
Just let me know!
This is your number, right?
Press 1 if yes, 2 if no
How’s Black Widow?
or should I say, “Natasha”
Big News! Quit Band Practice
Now I have more time for crime-fighting
Pretty big sacrifice
but I am completely committed
Hey Happy just checking in. I’m out of school at 2:45 PM 👊
Ready for my next mission!
It’s Peter BTW.

Okay but Peter, Ned, and May getting Greek food and Ned and May both pointing at the pita bread and going “Hey, that’s you, Pita Parker”

Pita Pita Pita Pita Pita Pita

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Sanvers passionately making out. Like, intensely. Not like, penetrational sex. But like, intense. Catch my drift?

She needs Maggie’s lips on hers like she needs oxygen.

Nothing bad happened – not today, at least – but she had to leave extra early this morning, had to leave when Maggie was still wrapped up in their blankets, in their bed. 

She still can’t quite believe it’s their blankets, their bed.

But it is – theirs – and their blankets were warm, their bed was warm. Hell, Maggie’s mostly naked body was warm, and that was the part that was so damn hard for Alex to leave.

So now? After an eighteen hour shift and a six hour text chain of how badly they missed each other, wanted each other, needed each other?

Alex needs Maggie’s lips on hers like she needs oxygen.


More than she needs oxygen.

“Can I kiss you?” she asks the moment she opens the door to her home. Their home.

“Of course, Danvers,” Maggie’s response is immediate, but her brow is furrowed and her head is tilted in confusion.

“No,” Alex clarifies, kicking off her boots and putting both guns in her waistband down. “I mean like… really kiss you.”

Maggie bites her lip as her breath hitches, her pupils suddenly dilating, her body suddenly melting.

“Please do,” she husks, and Alex doesn’t wait another moment, because after receiving Maggie’s invitation, she doesn’t think she’s capable of waiting another moment.

They both part their lips almost automatically, but there’s nothing automatic about the way Maggie makes her swoon, the way Maggie’s palm cups her elbow, her comfort spot, her passion spot, her stabilization spot.

Stabilized, that is, until Alex urges her body back until the backs of her thighs hit the couch, and when Alex hesitates to check if the progression is alright with Maggie, it’s barely for a full second, because Maggie is suddenly moaning into her open mouth, and her hands are suddenly everywhere.

Alex’s hips, the hem of her shirt. Her elbows, her shoulders. For a moment, her ass. For another moment, her breasts.

Alex writhes with each movement, with each time Maggie can’t make up her mind, because she wants to touch Alex everywhere, everywhere, all at once.

And Alex wants the same.

She doesn’t take Maggie’s shirt off – she doesn’t want to take their lips apart long enough to do that – but she does murmur into her mouth while her hands cup her cheeks, run down her shoulders, the small of her back, encouraging their bodies closer together.

“I missed you today,” she whispers, and Maggie’s mouth turns upward into a smile even as she flicks her tongue across Alex’s bottom lip.

“Mmm, did you, Danvers? I couldn’t tell,” she teases, which has the exact affect she wants it to.

Alex practically growls, and Maggie lets herself be putty in Alex’s hands, one of which suddenly finds hers, interlacing their fingers as she softens their kiss, slows their tempo, but somehow increases their intensity.

“I love you,” Alex tells her now, and this time, Maggie has no sass. Because this time, Maggie swoons as hot tears spring to her eyes.

She rises to deepen their newly slowed kiss, trying to put everything she feels for Alex into the contact between their bodies, the intermingling of their breath.

She succeeds.

Alex swoons, this time.

“I love you back,” Maggie tells her, and they don’t stop holding hands until long after they’ve stopped kissing.

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     ᶫᵒᵛᵉ      my girlfriend     ᶫᵒᵛᵉ

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Remember when...
  • Me: Remember when you were a Yooseven trash?
  • Sister: *Looks directly at me* Remember when you were a My Candy Love trash? Oh wait, you're still being it.
  • Me: *Glups* Remember when you were a Frozen trash?
  • Sister: Remember when you were a Jack Frost trash?
  • Me: Remember when you were a Brandon Rogers trash?
  • Sister: *Stands up on the couch* Remember when you were a FILTHY FRANK trash?
  • Me: *Also stands up* Remember when you were a SHAWN WASABI trash?
  • Sister: Remember when you were a MIRACULOUS LADYBUG TRASH?
  • Sister: *Tries to grab a broom* REMEMBER YOU ARE A FALILV TRASH
  • Me: *Tries to hit her but almost falls* REMEMBER YOU ARE A GRAVITY FALLS TRASH
  • Us: ... *Sit again on the couch*
  • Sister: *Whispering* Creepypasta trash...
  • Sister: PIECE OF SHIT-
Day and Night

At six o’clock Kinshirou woke up to sunlight seeping through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. Yufuin lied generally to his left, asleep, sprawled across the mattress. This was all a bit strange to Kinshirou. Not waking up early, or the fact that Yufuin was still asleep. Kinshirou preferred early mornings, and of course, at six am, there would be no reason to think Yufuin would be anywhere close to awake. The fact was, it was unusual that Yufuin was in his room, and his bed, no less. Although that was attributable to quite a bit of bargaining. Yufuin had promised to spend the day with him, but claimed that “the day” didn’t officially start until noon, and then blathered on about time being a subjective experience, which Kinshirou fundamentally disagreed with. Then, Yufuin had insisted that they have a “lazy day”, and Kinshirou hated that on principle. Finally, they had agreed that Kinshirou would pick the day’s activities, and after they’d completed his itinerary, they would retire to Yufuin’s house to do absolutely nothing.

‘It’s not nothing, President, it’s relaxing. Don’t be so dramatic.”

At any rate, then Yufuin had protested because Kinshirou didn’t trust that he would wake up on time of his own volition. Which he absolutely would not. It was perfectly logical that Kinshirou make sure Yufuin was up and ready to go on schedule, but Yufuin had put up such a fuss that it probably would have been easier to call the whole thing off entirely.

Of course, Yufuin being Yufuin, he had to be insufferable and suggest that if Kinshirou wanted to wake him up, he should be allowed to stay the night. He knew Yufuin had made the offer thinking that Kinshirou would back down, but Kinshirou hated having to concede to Yufuin for any reason whatsoever. And so, to subvert expectations, and to ensure that he got his way, he had agreed.

He still wasn’t sure if he had won or lost in that instance.

And now, here they were. Well, Yufuin was dead to the world, so maybe “here” wasn’t exactly the right word. He slept like someone without a care in the world. For all Kinshirou knew, he didn’t have any cares. Every once in a while, Kinshirou thought it might be nice to live like that, and then he would remember that Yufuin was a disaster, and the moment would pass. For the most part, Yufuin remained on his side of the bed, except for one hand resting against Kinshirou’s head as though he had been petting his hair while he slept. Funnily enough, Kinshirou had dreamed that his hair had grown impossibly long, and Yufuin had asked to touch it. He’d also called Kinshirou “Rapunzel”, but that wasn’t an important detail.

Yufuin did look quite at peace while he slept. The sunlight accented the gold in his hair, and he looked very inviting lying there. Kinshirou still had time before he had to wake Yufuin and start the day’s festivities. He could always lay back down, and Yufuin was never one to shy away from physical contact. Exactly how close was he allowed to be? What was the acceptable amount of touching?

Trying to wake up Yufuin now to ask would be pointless. He’d have to be content with the hand in his hair.

Next time, he would ask about the specifics of body contact in advance.

…Not that there would be a next time.

(He sincerely hoped there would be.)


At two o’clock En woke up to moonlight shining through the windows, visible even though the curtains were drawn, giving the room a pale glow. The President lied to his right, asleep, bundled tightly in the blankets. This was going to take some getting used to. Not waking up in the middle of the night, or the fact that the President was still asleep. En was used to odd waking hours, and the President usually went to sleep before nine o’clock like an old man. Just the fact that the President was there in the first place, sleeping in the same bed. Honestly, En had taken the President for a prude, and hadn’t thought he’d seriously consider letting anyone stay the night. En would almost take it as a bout of spontaneity, or early onset dementia, but they’d actually spent a long time trying to work out this arrangement the day before.

In typical Kusatsu fashion, the President had wanted to do something especially boring and entirely too early for En’s liking. En suggested a free day to relax and unwind instead.

There was a very vocal disagreement about this.

In the end, En agreed to do “actual things” with the President from nine am until five pm, as if social interaction were some kind of day job. In return, the President agreed to just relax for the rest of the night. Of course, the President had to be difficult about everything, and held up negotiations because he wanted to adhere to a strict definition of time. En’s argument that time is just a human construct created to impart meaning to the natural progression of the world and bodies therein was quickly and unfairly shut down.

‘Nine o’clock means nine o’clock, not 10:45, Yufuin.’

En would have argued, but his definition of nine o’clock was probably closer to noon, so that wasn’t an argument he was likely to win. The President threatened to set him an alarm, or worse, to come be his personal wake up call. En wanted to avoid this fate at all costs, and so he had countered with the only offer that he was sure the President would reject; that the President could wake him up only if En stayed the night at the President’s house.

The fact that he had accepted was still a mystery to En.

The President sighed softly in his sleep. His hair shone silver in the moonlight, fanning across the pillow in delicate strands. En wondered if it would be okay to touch him while he slept. He was a pretty tactile person, but the President was not, and since he was clearly already embarrassed about sharing the bed in the first place, En hadn’t actually got around to asking whether or not he would get punched in the face if he tried to cozy up to him during the night. Fortunately, the President was a light sleeper.

“Hey, President,” En whispered, “can you hear me?”

The President scrunched up his face in his sleep. En wished he had his phone on him.

“President. Kusatsu.”

“What?” the President replied, voice barely audible.

“Will you freak out if I touch you?”

“I’m asleep.”

“Kusatsu, can I touch your hair?”


“You sure?”

“I already said okay, leave me alone.”

“Are you gonna remember this tomorrow?”

“Remember what?”

“That I asked you if I could touch your hair.”

The President sighed and made a half-hearted shushing motion with his finger. “I like it when you touch my hair.”

En laughed. “Yeah? I do too.” He ran his fingers through the President’s hair slowly. If he were feeling romantic, he would say that he lulled the President back to sleep, but he knew for a fact that the President was asleep the second he stopped talking. It didn’t really matter. This was good enough. He’d actually like to do it again sometime. Maybe he’d invite the President to sleep at his house tonight…or maybe he’d give it a little time.

He had quite a few hours before the President’s day of mandated “fun”, and he hoped he’d be able to get a few more hours of sleep in before then. But for now, he’d be content with this.

He was also definitely going to make fun of the President for wanting his head to be pet like a cat, but that was a given.

Story of today; I talked to a friend of mine and I was going to show them a picture of something and scrolled through the photos on my phone to find it, I’m often very private when it comes to my phone but they leaned in and looked over my shoulder anyway and just poked on one of the pictures and then they go “is that your dad?”. Well, here’s the picture of my daddy apparently.

random thankful thoughts 💖

im really really thankful for sweet messages whether direct or indirect ( like in tags ) when u lovelies comment nice stuff ?!? im a sap i literally feel like crying happy tears 💦
i mean i already enjoy making those posts but to know that people enjoy my content is just a confidence booster & it makes me excited to make new content !! ✨

anonymous asked:

one word prompt - stay

*blows you a kiss* 

Stay. The word tickled at the back of her throat, screaming down her oesophagus as she choked. She couldn’t say it, couldn’t force it out despite an urgency clenching at her fingers. Stay. Claire knew, if she didn’t spit it out he would finish packing his duffle and would waltz right out the door. 

She was stubborn and hot-headed. She brought this on herself, on the both of them. He was naive if he didn’t see it coming. But, then again, it had all been so good until now. Corporate Claire had returned, business world sucking her back into its claws once Jurassic World finally released them. Her attention deviated from their Costa Rican apartment baked in sun, the lazy days they spent in nothing but bedsheets wrapped around their naked skin. Her phone didn’t stop, her computer always open. Casual, badass, love of his life, Claire disappeared and she knew it. She saw herself pulling from him, staying at the office and soaking herself in work. She was tried – dead tired – of the heels on her feet, tired of missing him, of pulling herself away in an attempt to save herself. She didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want to rely on someone other than herself. 

There she was, watching him angrily shove clothes into his bag with a flippant promising that he’d be out of her hair in five minutes. She didn’t want him to go. Didn’t mean to make him angry. Claire didn’t want it to end like this. 

‘Stay.’ She croaked, catching his attention as Owen’s head snapped towards her. ‘I don’t want you to go.’ 

‘You can’t be serious right now.’ Claire felt her bottom lip curl, tears burning at her eyes. She wouldn’t cry, refused to let the emotion get to her as a bad gut feeling gnawed at her insides. She couldn’t let him leave, not without trying to make him stay. 

She nodded, blinking back the tears. ‘I’m not good at this.’ Claire told him and Owen scoffed, nodding his head. ‘I just – work is all I know.’ 

Owen softened, anger in his eyes melting away as his frustration let go of his fingers. ‘You can’t phase me out, Claire.’ She nodded again. ‘I don’t ask for much.’ In fact, he didn’t ask for anything not even for her to be present until recently. ‘Its just a weekend.’ He told her. ‘I think we need the break.’ She couldn’t deny that he needed some time away. Even in her mental absence, she knew he needed it. 

‘You’ll come back though?’ He dropped the shirt he was holding, fabric falling onto his duffle as Owen stepped towards her. His kiss on her cheek was warm, consistent, loving. 

‘I promise. Then we’ll talk.’  

  • Isaac: If you hate me, tell the truth!
  • Isabel: I can't believe this.
  • Isabel: I'm the one who narrowly escaped with her life last night, lost one of her closest friends, nearly lost two others, got thrown under the bus by another friend, and found herself at the center of this stupid drama ball that has nothing to do with me while there is a BODY HIJACKER ON THE LOOSE WHO COULD BE TARGETING OUR FRIENDS and you want ME to make YOUR twisted worldview my priority right now??????
  • Isabel: Look, man, we all of self-esteem issues, but there's a time and a place for this pity party you're throwing yourself and it's NOT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SCHOOL HALLWAY WHILE YOU'RE SCREAMING RUDE, UNFOUNDED ACCUSATIONS AT ME LIKE IT DOESN'T TAKE TWO TO TANGO.

anonymous asked:

Surprise! Your bias asked you out on a date! The only thing is, he wants you to match 8 of your mutuals with the rest of exo for a group date. @ the mutuals you're choosing for each member (not your bias) and explain why you chose them!!


Nonetheless thank you for sending me an ask it’s been a hot minute💗💗💗

Wow this is hard though? I hope I don’t disappoint anyone? Plus do I even know this many people? Lesss find out!


@pebble-xo I’d definitely choose chanyeol for my baby jade because I low key know if she was to ever cheat on sehun it would be with chan. Do I blame her? Nope been there too he’s pretty hard to resist! ALSO they’d look so cute together. Jade is a tall girl and yes Sehun is tall too and all but Chanyeol is as tall as a fucking tree and they would make the softest, cutest, fluffiest couple to ever exist. Jade honestly deserves all the love in the world and chan is known for his big heart so I know he’d treat my girl right! (sleepovers at his studio, you
making him a hot chocolate every two hours, you secretly stealing all his hoodies cause holy shit they’re so soft?!)🌸~

@godbbh BECKS MY BBY. tbh it’s kind of hard to picture you with anyone else? but for the sake of this I’ll try? I’m trying to think of someone as extra as baekhyun and the only person I can think of is chanyeol but I honestly don’t think he’s even half as crazy as you and I say this in the best way possible. since we both love astrology so much let’s see who you’d be the most compatible with🤔you’re a strong scorpio woman so you’re naturally drawn to fellow water and earth signs such as caps, virgos, pisces and cancers (soo, jongin, jongdae). JONGDAE CAUSE I CAN SEE YOU BEING THE LOUDEST PEOPLE IN THE ROOM my babies. (KARAOKE DATES👏🏼👏🏼) (i hope this wasn’t horrible ily💕)

@dazedjongin my sweet lovable paige!💘
I know your eyes only see jongin but I can easily picture you with yixing. you are such a kind and genuinely nice person, I can’t help but see you being the most nurturing girlfriend and yixing would be such a good match for someone like you. I don’t know this with certainty but I can also see you being very romantic and this would probably be one of yixing’s favorite traits of yours. he’d take you on the most romantic dates imaginable, surprise you with flowers and sing you to sleep. I love and support this concept wholeheartedly💕💖💗

@gazpcy you gorgeous being youuu😩
I know your bias is chanyeol (chan is very popular with the ladies isn’t he) but I can definitely see you with sehun! you two would make such an aesthetically pleasing couple? he would escort you to fashion shows, award ceremonies and the most glamorous parties. I could cry🤧(also couple selfies extravaganza, both have millions of followers on social media📸👏🏼)

@wuyifanxing sofi my beautiful friend🌺
in a parallel universe where you and your boyfriend weren’t the most precious couple on my instagram feed and yixing wasn’t your exo bias, I could see you with someone like kyungsoo. you seem to have this gentle yet magnetic aura -no wonder all your students love you so much. soo would be there to help you with your studies, cook you the most delicious meals and advice you on the most important matters with great success. (cozy nights in, movie marathons and casual dinners with his parents)💓💓💓

@noliesnowrong OLIVIA MI PRECIOSA🤧🗣❤️
chanyeol is currently your bias, yes. BUT you and kim minseok? korean skincare intellectuals. how to korean skincare 101. see minseok is a man who knows how to take good care of both himself and his looks and tbh you deserve nothing less. you two would sing along to kpop bops in the car on the way home (how do you even memorize the lyrics?!) & help each other put together the best outfits (varying from a casual day at the park to the grandest award show.) couple goals? couple goals👌🏼