that jacket is so nice i want it

anonymous asked:

What would you want louis to wear on the red carpet? 🌹

I’m not at home so I can’t make any look for now – if you want some let me know and I’ll whip something up as soon as I can – but I’m just hoping to see him looking very proper, in a suit, I’m thinking velvet, black or dark blue, but anything goes. Of course slim fit, tight blazer to emphasize his waist (maybe even a waistcoat like Niall at the AMAs? Or a double breasted jacket? Endless options), a nice shirt (white or light blue) all buttoned up, not necessarily a tie, although it might be requested. Patent leather shoes possibly because I love them. 🤞🏼🤞🏼x

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

Originally posted by bluebrooklynkid

I could build my life on those man’s shoulders

  • He’s a huge sweetheart
  • It hurts your heart because he’s just so nice and adorable
  • Treats you like a queen
  • Puts his jacket on a puddle so you can step over it because he’s an old dude
  • “Steve I could just walk around it”
  • “Humor me”
  • Is very protective
  • Not really the jealous type because he trust you 100%
  • But if some guy is getting to close he’ll interrupt by wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your cheek
  • “Steve stop protecting me!”
  • “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
  • Which leads to an argument
  • Which then leads to make up sex
  • Sweet,passionate “You’re my world” sex
  • Hot, rough “I want you” sex
  • There is no in between
  • Being best friends with Bucky and Sam
  • “So Sleeping Beauty when are you gonna cut those weeds you call your hair”
  • “Really (Y/n) not this again”
  • “Bucky I’m 20 feet away from you and I can see your split ends from here”
  • Bucky loves you like a sister
  • You both team up to tease Steve
  • Then you and Steve team up to tease Buck.
  • Steve calling you Honey, sweetie, doll, darling, sexy(during steamy session)
  • Is submissive as fuck but doesn’t like to admit it
  • What can he say he likes to see you on top of him (~_^)
  • Piggy Backrides
  • Left boob grabs
  • When nobody is looking he’ll gives you forehead kisses throughout the day
  • You slap his ass every time you pass him
  • “Really doll. ”
  • “What can I say Captain that is a behind I’d follow to my death”
  • Captain kink
  • Kinky shit happens behind closed doors
  • He will love every inch of you
  • Would give up his life for you
  • The avengers love you
  • Him getting jealous when Tony flirts with you
  • If you’re ever sad or depressed he will be there to comfort you
  • Helping him when he has his nightmares
  • “Ah Captain America, God’s righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war.”
  • “Hurt :) my :) Stevie :) again :) and :) I’ll :) kill :) you :) you :) piece :) of :) scrap :) metal”
  • Being best friends with Nat and Wanda
  • Prank buddies with Clint
  • Part of the science Bros because you bring the coffee
  • “I love you (Y/n)”
Suga Daddy: Part 11

Suga Daddy: Part 11 (m)

Word count: 8.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, language, dom!Yoongi, choking and dirty talk

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: Yoongi comes with you to Jungkook’s graduation.

I think there might be just a few chapters left. 

Parts: {playlist} one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten

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Strict Parents (Connor Murphy HEADCANON)

INSPIRED BY: @imagine-boyo
(seriously i absolutely loved your headcanon for this. you have a gift for making me feel things)

- ok so you two probably met through each other’s parents
- like they became family friends bc Larry and your dad started working in the same department
- and Cynthia and your mom have a lot in common because they both are into Pilates and weird white people stuff
- aNyWaYs
- both of your parents are lowkey assholes
- they don’t believe in mental illness, gay rights, and sometimes still say some slurs
- but you just gotta live with it
- so when the Murphys came over for the first time, they just brought Connor because Zoe was at band camp or something geeky
- Connor walks in with his parents and you are ShOoKeTh
- like your parents told you beforehand that they had a son that was your age but you were NOT expecting some 6 foot tall punk guy
- usually when your parent’s friend’s have a child, they are really posh and go to private school
- but you saw him and was like damn son
- so they introduce everyone to everyone and it’s lowkey awkward
- you shake Larry and Cynthia’s hands with an awkward smile but Connor just gives you a weak shake of the hand bc he literally just wants to go home and smoke weed lol
- SO
- dinner starts and things are hella awkward
- your parents make you and Connor sit at a different table because you guys “are not adults”
- Connor is really quiet and doesn’t say much
- maybe when a noodle falls off his plate he mumbles, “mother fucker”. But that’s about it.
- and they are hella tipsy
- you can feel Connor getting slowly angry and you’re just like “um? Wanna go upstairs?”
- and he follows because literally anything beats having to stay in a room with his rowdy, drunk parents.
- you bring him to your room and sit down on your bed
- usually you weren’t allowed to bring boys in your room but your dad wouldn’t even know bc he’s too busy talking about capitalism w Larry
- everything would be really quiet until Connor finally speaks
- “your parents are fucking assholes”
- and expects you to be super offended and give him a huge reaction (like Zoe would) but instead you just LAUGH.
- he looks at you, super puzzled. That was the last thing he expected from you.
- then he starts laughing too.
- you two end up laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling, just talking.
- you tell him about how much you dislike your parents. even though you could be considered a “goody-two-shoes”, you still had contrasting thoughts to your parents. You have never drank, or smoked, but you have different political views.
- Connor talks to you a ton about how much his parents dislike him and how they refuse to give him therapy
- half way through your talk, both of you shed a few tears
- you glance at the clock and it’s 2:00am.
- usually you would be tired by now, but Connor’s breath on your cheek and his eyes focusing on your lips was enough adrenaline to keep you awake for a year.
- at 2:04am, he kissed you.
- at 2:05 am, you kissed back.
- at 2:17 am, you finally broke apart from a series of passionate kisses.
- at 2:23am, Connor tells you that you were his first kiss
- at 2:24 am, you tell Connor that he was yours
- at 3:12am, Connor goes home. But you get a text from him that night, wishing you a good nights rest.
- you and Connor start dating OFFICIALLY like two days later
- you tell your parents that you’re going out for the evening and they start investigating (as per usual)
- they ask you where you’re going, who you’re going with, when you’ll be back, etc.
- you lied and said that you were going out with your best friend
- you walked all the way down your street and turned a corner. There sat Connor Murphy, in his beat up car.
- he would be dressed up slightly, wearing his leather jacket.
- he would be stunned, admiring your yellow sundress and pink lipstick.
- you guys looked like night and day
- after the third date, you finally told your parents about you and Connor
- they were shocked
- “but, Y/N, don’t you want more than some druggie?”
- “Y/N, I think you would much rather like that nice boy next door… his father is a doctor!”
- you finally tell them no.
- you like Connor.
- and there is nothing that can change that
- then they get mad
- they start doing things like taking your phone away at night
- so Connor just sneaks through your window instead
- they make sure that your curfew is 2 hours earlier than it used to be
- so Connor just takes you out earlier in the day
- they banned him from coming into the house
- so Connor waits a centimetre away from the front door
- after a while, your parents got tired of your foolery.
- one night you came home, wearing Connors jacket
- your mom smelled the smoke on it and accused Connor of pressuring you into smoking
- you kept assuring her that he wasn’t, but that didn’t stop her.
- she yelled at you more
- so you ran to your room and cried
- you texted Connor
- he came to your window
- lied in bed with you
- wiped your tears away
- “your parents are fucking assholes” he would whisper against your hair, rocking you back and forth.
- and like you did the night you met, you laughed.

- you and Connor move in together after high school and adopt a puppy
- it’s all you guys need

It Wasn’t Real (part four)

Summary: You’re part of the infamous Loser’s Club, and often asked, what are you afraid of? You reply, nothing, but what your friends don’t know is that your biggest fear is them.

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - finale

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader, slight Henry x Reader (you’ll see) Stan x Reader and slight Richie x Reader

Warnings: force, bullying, depressing and sad tones, mentions of sex, and sexual abuse (mild)

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It was only five in the evening, yet the sun was setting and the sky was black instead of a peaceful blue hue. Being the month of January, it made the days shorter and the nights longer, something of which you hated. Night was the worst, it reminded you of all the worst things. The dark was a treacherous thing and you despised it.

But yet, as you ran, one foot in front of the other in the quickest motion you could muster, no part of you seemed to care. For the past few days, hell for the past month, you’d been trying to deny what you knew you saw. Tried to tell yourself it was only your nightmares, bleeding into the day and your mind playing tricks on yourself. The images, the memories and the mis-haps, you’d tried to ignore it.

But tonight you were sure, sure that it was IT. It had to be…

When you’d run out of the room and out of the school, you weren’t exactly sure where your feet were leading you. Who could you tell? Who could you tell that wouldn’t think you were a complete mental idiot? Certainly not Henry or any of his friends, and your mother wasn’t an option. 

The option was quite clear, and you knew it deep down that it was the right one. But you didn’t know what they’d think, any of them. They’d left you the minute IT was no longer a threat, and from what you’d seen no one even seemed to remember that clown that taunted you all. Wouldn’t they think you were insane as well? The thought pained you, made you feel isolated in your fear… but you reminded yourself that they had been there. You remembered it clearly, they saw IT then, so why couldn’t they now?

You had to tell someone… but your options were limited. Bill? Beverly? You didn’t even know where they were nowadays. Ben? No… MIke? No. Stan? Hadn’t spoken one word to him in months. That only left Eddie and Richie… neither of which you wanted to confront, after the whole episode in the hall. Eddie seemed like the better option, seeing as Richie hated you from what you’d seen… but you knew his mother and knew he’d be home by now. You weren’t getting into that house no matter how hard you tried.

That only left Richie… and you knew exactly where he’d be.

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Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤ 

Request: “I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing.”

Warnings: Extremely NSFW. Rough sex. Choking. Swearing. Angst. Hate sex. M/F.

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If I have fun dress on and at night I want to go out, I’ll just put a leather jacket on top of it. Booties are also a major go-to for me. I wear a lot of booties. Those can go from day-to-night as well. With my schedule, I’m running around all day every day, so it’s nice to be able to have things that can be interchangeable when the sun is up and when the sun is down.

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?


Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.


More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them. 

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”

He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.

He was done.

Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.

There was dead, stagnant silence.

Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.

Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.

He ran. 

He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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A birthday gift for @themikewheelers 💖

Happy birthday Toriii! I’m terrible at birthday wishes but I just wanted to let you know you’re one of my favourite people here and that I love you ok??? You deserve all the happiness sweetheart!! 💖

This was inspired by the music video for “Sleep in the heat” by PUP that Finn was in and I just couldn’t resist writing this, a nice break from angst I seem to write a lot lately lol??? Anyways, it’s kinda short I’m sorry, I just wanted to make it on time and the time zones mess up my plans, but I really hope you’ll like it!!


It was a very rainy Thursday afternoon when they found him, getting back home from school.

‘Dude, that chemistry test was a fucking disaster!’ Dustin exclaimed, as they hopped on their bikes.

'Yeah, tell me about it.’ Mike grumbled, zipping up his jacket and furrowing his brows.

'What’s got you so on edge?’


It wasn’t his father, who asked Mike the day before if he thought about trying out for the team. “The couch would help, even you could train to be good enough. Just saying. A boy your age needs more hobbies than games and books.”

Yeah, good enough.

It wasn’t Troy, who started bothering them again, either.

And it totally wasn’t the fact that, he was pretty sure about it, he messed up chemistry big time this time.

'Hey, it can’t be that bad. ’ Lucas said, shrugging.

'Yeah, sure. ’ Mike muttered, and huffed, as it started raining heavily. 'Shit. ’

They speeded towards their neighbourhood, backs hunched over the bike handles. But suddenly Mike stopped his bike.

'Did you hear that?’ he lifted his hand to silence them, when they stopped as well.

'Mike, it’s not funny. ’ Lucas lifted his eyebrows.

'No, seriously, listen. ’

A faint sound could be heard trough the murmurs of the water and leaves.

Mike carefully approached the bushes at the side of the road, because that was where the sounds seemed to be coming from. He lifted a branch and his fast beating heart almost stopped from relief.

It was a little dog, probably still a puppy. He was dirty and wet, but Mike could guess that his fur was once cream-colored, and he had huge brown eyes that looked at Mike with such fear that his heart broke.

'Hey buddy… ’ he kneeled down, not caring about his pants, since they were already soaking wet anyway. 'It’s okay… I won’t hurt you… ’

He slowly reached out. The puppy shrunk back a bit, but then, when Mike just laid his hand on the ground, the inside of his palm turned towards the dog, he shiffed it and hesistantly licked his fingers.

'See? It’s alright. ’ his voice was soft.

'Mike, what the… Aw, shit. ’ it was Dustin, with Lucas looking over his shoulder.

'Someone must have abandoned him. ’ Sinclair muttered. 'Dad said that a lot of dogs that are brought to his office are really cold and sometimes injured because some asshole just left them in the woods of something. ’

'Are you hurt? ’ Mike already had his caretaker mode on, and gently pet the dogs soaked fur. He checked his legs and head, but the dog just seemed to be scared and cold to the bone. 'I’m going to get you home, okay? ’ he pulled of his jacket and wrapped it gently around the dog, that despite being scared, cuddled into the warmth of Mike’s arms when he lifted him up carefully.

'Mike seems to take in every living being he finds in the rain, doesn’t he? ’ Dustin muttered, amused.

'I heard you, dipshit. ’ Wheeler glared at his friend, getting back on his bike and holding the puppy to his chest with one hand.

'Just don’t fall in love with this one, will you?’ Lucas grinned.


'Absolutely not, Michael!’ his mother put her hands on her hips, looking at a freshly bathed dog. His fur was fluffy and soft now that it was dry and after the puppy decided that Mike really wasn’t going to hurt him, he stayed by his side at all times.

'But mom, I just found him! He is scared and cold and lonely! What am I supposed to do with him?’

'You should have thought about that earlier! You know that Holly is allergic! Now you need to find him a new home. Maybe Lucas could take him? His dad is a vet, right? Or the rest of your friends?’

Mike suddenly stood up, puppy in his arms.

'Mom, you are a genius, you know that?’

And just like that, in less than ten minutes, Mike was out of the door.


'Okay, but how on earth are you going to convince Hopper that a stray dog is exactly what he needs, huh?’

'I don’t know, Steve, okay? First I gotta know if El wants him. What if she doesn’t like dogs?’ Mike suddenly frowned, looking down at a ball of fur pressed to his chest.

'Listen, Kid. From what I’ve gathered, you could give her one of those monstrous hounds and she would still say it’s cute. So don’t get your panties in a twist. ’

'Shut up, Harrington. ’ Mike blushed, embarrassed.

The older boy grinned and pulled by the cabin in the woods.

'Okay. Want me to wait here?’

'Nah, I’ll walk back home. I just didn’t want him to get wet and cold again. Thanks Steve.’ he jumped out of the car and ran towards the cabin. Steve shook his head and sat more comfortably, turning the radio up and crossing his arms on his chest.

Mike knocked like Hopper and El taught him, and the door opened after a few seconds, Hopper huge silouette blocking the view of the inside of the cabin.

'Mike? What are you doing here? And what’s…’


Sure enough, not a minute has passed when Hopped got gently pushed aside by El.

'Yeah, sure, don’t mind me, I’ll just disappear.’ he muttered, closing the door after Mike.

'Hey. ’ Mike said breathessly. El was in her pyjamas, which consisted of a pair of sweats with stars on them and his brown sweatshirt he gave to her once, and that was a little too big for her, and her hair curled in every direction, but he still thought that it was the most beautiful sight on earth.

'Hi. ’ she smiled up at him.

'I uh… I have suprise for you. ’ he lifted the flap of his jacket, revealing the puppy. 'I kind of found him today… Someone left him in the rain, I guess.’

El’s gaze softened when she looked at the dog an she touched his head gently.

'Soft.’ she whispered, smiling lightly.

'My mom won’t let me keep him, Holly is allergic. ’ he explained. 'So I just thought, since you still can’t go out… He could keep you company. ’

'No way. ’ Hopper said, shaking his head. 'A pet is the last thing we need here.’

But Eleven didn’t listen to him. Instead, she took the puppy into her arms, holding him gently. He looked at her with his huge eyes and waved his tail a bit, cuddling into her arm. In some odd way, the softness of his fur and his warm eyes reminded her of Mike (who was staring at her lovingly, oblivious to the world around him).

'Eggo. ’

'What?’ Hopper stopped muttering about how it’s going to be even more of a mess with a dog.

'I’m going to name him Eggo. ’ she said and smiled at Jim with an angelic look on her face.

And that was it.

'Eggo it is, then. ’ chief muttered, rubbing his face with his hand.

Two Nights Stand Part 2

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one nigh stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1433

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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Credits to the gifs owners

You wake up scared, not because you had a nightmare but because you feel something heavy on top of you an arm. Lazily you open your eyes seeing the man by your side, you can’t deny he is really cute but you don’t want to be here when he wakes up.

Delicately you take his arm from the top of you and slips off of the bed, you are definitely not ready to have that awkward morning talk. What do you even say to someone that you just had sex but don’t want to see ever again?  It was nice to have your dick inside of me but I am going now, don’t forget to wash your sheets?

You don’t think so; carefully you retrace your steps trying to find your clothes. When you are dressed properly you try to get out, but his door is locked and you can’t find the key anywhere. You hope that this is not the beginning of a horror movie before you can try anything else you hear his alarm going off not leaving you to many options.

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Close Your Eyes

Summary: Halloween AU. Reader and her friends attempt to watch The Conjuring.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,827

Warnings: language, horror, movie spoilers, fluff, reference of not at all nice death, attempted scary stuff where the only scary thing is my bad writing, and oh yeah there’s a gif of Annabelle under the cut…Did I mention MOVIE SPOILERS?

A/N: This is for @rotisserierogers Halloween challenge. Sorry in advice Kumi love. My prompt was “Close your eyes.”  PS I tried to watch this movie and this is what became of it. Reader shares my feelings. LOL

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Mobile Masterlist

(* Indicates my personal favorites.)
(Updated with complete works: November 5, 2017.)

‘Have I Told You?’ * - You would only ever beg for him.

‘Sleeping on the Couch’ - “I like the way you smell in the rain.” His confession startled you a bit, catching you off guard and making you laugh.

‘Tell me you see it’ - He had made you feel beautiful.

Follower Celebration Prompts:

‘Don’t Tempt Me’ - Peter was definitely ticklish.

‘Without You’ * - “I can’t do this without you.”

‘Personal Space’ - His teasing was a relatively new development and God if it didn’t leave you flustered.

Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - I’ll die without you.

‘Saying Things’ “Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”


‘Healing Kisses’ - Had to laugh at how ridiculous this boy was, with his careful fingers and tender heart.

‘Selfish’ - “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

‘Caught’ * - “Is this my shirt?” He was grinning at you, goofy and tired, puffy bags under twinkling eyes.

‘Sunny Words’ * - The life-vest of his arms pulled you close…

’Softly’ - And you were just breathing together; each other.

‘A Good Day’ - He did it with kind, cryptic, sugary words, sunshine lips, and rose bud blushes.

‘Starlight’* - A mask that he knew and could see through, but yet still let you keep; identity a secret until you were ready to pull it over your head.

‘A Leia to Your Han’ - You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face. That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han.

Miscellaneous Blurbs

‘We’re There‘- Tony handing Peter things.

‘Washing the Suit‘ - “Genius.”

‘A Sweater for Spring’ *- Peter Parker looked his best when he wore that hunter green, woolen knit sweater.

‘This Old Guitar’- “Shhh, don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to play you a song.

‘This Old Blanket’ - “I wanted to bring you this, you-you know, for comfort. To help you, with your knee. It’s mine-well, is mine now. It was my uncle’s before, you know

‘The First of Many‘ - His laugh was like summer; July and blue skies

‘A Nervous Boy’ - “Well does she go to the right or the left when she hugs? I need to know. I want to be prepared.”

‘A Slip Up’ - Don’t think about why that thing is glistening, Peter. Friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man, not creepy, neighborhood perve, Parker.

Ongoing/Completed Series

It’s A Lot Like Falling

‘This is Nice’ - “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 15

‘Yesterday, She Was’ *- “… Do you like it?” “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” 16/17 *

‘Courage, or Something Like It’ - “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “You’re so drunk.” “That wasn’t very subtle.”  18

‘In Which You Surprise Yourselves’ - “You’re really soft.” “You look incredible in that.” “Can I kiss you?”  18

‘If You Stayed’ - “I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.” 19/20

‘Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - “I never want to see you again.” “I’ll die without you.” “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” “Don’t you give up on me.”  22/23 *

After All Things (A Sequel to ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’) (Mature Themes)

Part I - The crushing. That’s what you had come to refer to it as. It had left the Peter Parker you saw a broken and sad man; a man in desperate need of closeness. Only, it seems as though he’s forgotten how.

Part II *- After a year of careful, empty touches and words, the truth finally comes out.

Part III - But then suddenly, he was here and deciding that maybe, it was time to stop falling.

Part IV *- The deciding; three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision.

Part V * - The crushing, the falling, the deciding, the climb; in that moment, he wondered on shapes and colors and textures: what sort of feathers would that hummingbird have?

Part VI *- He was here: Peter Benjamin Parker, the man who was made of light.

After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust

Snapshots (Little pieces of life after all things.)

Nice Things - “I don’t think sticking our daughter to the ceiling is really much of a punishment,” tangled toffee curls twirling as a little head shook, eyes bright and happy.

What You Don’t Know - The only person you really care about in your life is your brother. That is, until a strange man with a funny smile and kind brown eyes happens into your life in the toy aisle of a department store. Even stranger still, is the way that your younger brother seems to know who this man is. Oh, and apparently he’s friends with Spider-man, too.

Part I - ‘You swore you could see the beginning of a funny smile, a smile that really wasn’t so funny, forming where his lips should be.’  22/23

Inspiring Confidence (Mature Themes)

Part I - “Oh my god, it’s not – come on – it’s – you know, that doesn’t exactly inspire confidence when you laugh at a guy like that,” his voice, sound of it now beginning to carry the notes of humor, rang out from the place you’d set the phone down by your knee.

Part II - “Did you – did you actually just send me nudes?” Looking at yourself in the mirror as you spoke, at the white of your teeth as lips stretched tight across them and eyes crinkled as you smiled…’


Peter Parker - 5 at random as requested

Signs and Signals - Peter likes to throw a certain sign at you before he goes running off to do his Spider-Man thing.

A Promise - Ben’s death ripped a piece of his very soul from him.


‘A Walk Through the Stars’ - or, what happens when Universes collide. A collaborative imagine with my girl @spiderling–parker

Mood boards

Bonnie and Clyde AU with Peter - Requested by @snowpupsstuff

A Winter Date with Peter - Requested by @the-spectacular-spiderfan

Muslim Girl x Peter - Requested by anonymous

Things Unrelated to Spider-Man/Peter Parker

I Feel It Too - (A Star Wars/Reylo-esque drabble:) This time was different. This time, he initiated the bond with every intention of letting her in.

‘Can I Ask You a Question?’ - An original poem.


Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: “We don’t meet people by accident. They’re meant to cross our path for a reason” but sometimes it’s a little awkward. 

Word Count:2,565 (wtf?!)

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Implied Sex, The Fluffiest Fluff that ever Fluffed

A/N: Written for Bee’s writing challenge. I’m so sorry… it took me forever to write this. I hope it’s okay. 

Originally posted by cheekychappychris

The bar was empty except for another patron and the bartender who was cleaning mugs with a rag. It was late and you should have been in bed, sleeping soundlessly, but you were too nervous to sleep. So you got dressed in the first clothes that came to hand, grabbed your keys and decided to take a stroll around the neighbourhood.

Of course, that didn’t do a thing to calm your nerves so you settled for the next best thing: a bar not too far from your apartment. You only had a ten dollar bill and some change in your pocket, but it was enough to order their cheapest drink -a vodka cranberry.

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7th grade hunt

Since I didn’t have many friends in my own grade I would sneak into 8th grade lunch to hang out with my friends. One day of course one of the teachers got notified that a 7th grader was in there and boy was she not pleased. Most of the 8th grade enjoyed having me around since I wasn’t stuck up and I was really nice. Now the reason why the school didn’t want the grades to interact like that was because a lot of seventh graders were dating eighth graders (but not me) So as I was awkwardly trying to hide from this teacher, I had an idea to sneak outside and have someone else let me back in. I took off my jacket, glasses, and put my hair down so in case they saw me they wouldn’t recognize me right away. As the teacher left to get a list of students names to make sure they were all 8th graders, I bolted out the door (in winter with no jacket on) to the door on the other side of the building. An 8th grader I didn’t even know opened the door for me and as I snuck my way back to my own grades lunch I overheard one of the 8th graders tell everyone not to snitch on me. When it was my grades turn for recess, the 8th graders were going to the cafeteria and I still didn’t have a jacket. Luckily one of my friends had an extra sweater and he let me borrow it.

When we got back to class I asked to use the bathroom and went down to the 8th grade hall to retrieve my jacket and glasses that one of my friends was holding on to. When I get them back I take off my friends sweater outside my class room and all of a sudden the fire alarm goes off (it was a drill) and my class starts walking out. I tossed the sweater back to my friend, pulled on my jacket as I walked out the door and put my glasses back on feeling like a badass. Not only did I escape a suspension for being with the wrong grade, I snuck out of the building when I wasn’t supposed to and got back in past security, and all the 8th graders had my back.

My Star pt 1

Pt 1 || Pt 2 (final) 

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: She was so wrong for him, and you knew it. If only Taehyung could realize it.

Word Count: 5,417

Originally posted by mvssmedia

A loud pop resulted from you smacking your lips together trying to even out the layer of tinted gloss,

“Ooo, where are you going tonight?” Your roommate, Yeo Woon, gasped from her spot on the couch, “You’re going out on a date?” 

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not going out on a date. I’m going to hang out with Tae.” 

Since you were examining your makeup one last time with your pocket mirror, you didn’t see the pout on Yeo Woon’s face but you could most certainly sense it, “Geez, Y/N…don’t tell me you still have a crush on him.”

“What! Me? A crush..on him?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N-ah. Everyone who knows you on this goddamn planet knows you have a crush on Taehyung. Aside from him, of course.”

“I…I do not! And even if I did…I got over it…” Your cheeks flared with heat as you quickly shoved your mirror back in your purse,

“You’re all dressed up, you’ve been smiling all day, and you used one of my facial packs last night which is weird considering you always complain about the sliminess. So basically, you must still have a crush on him if you’re doing yourself up like this just to ‘go hang out’.” 

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Fandom: Sanders Sides

Summary: Roman and Patton give Virgil a gift; Virgil likes it way more than Roman thinks he would. 

Word Count: 1,096

Fic Type: One-Shot

Warnings: So much disgusting fluff you might puke.

Pairings: Gen

Tag List: @wilsonprs @abstractedthinking @future-watcher @milk-withtwosugars @vladimeme @the-sanders-sides

Notes: Alternatively titled; the really stupid hoodie fic

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I can’t believe I have over 50 followers!

Here is a thank you fic:

“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.

“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”

Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.

“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”

“You’re cold?” Keith asked. 

“You’re not?”

“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…

“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”

“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”

Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet. 

“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now. 

“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”

“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.

“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”

“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was. 

“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out. 

“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”

“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks. 

“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.

“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?” 

Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath. 

“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window. 

“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time. 

“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”

“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” Lance lied. 

“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing. 

“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.

“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.

“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.

Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could. 

“Why’s he–”

“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”

“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.

“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.” 

“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”

Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.

“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted. 

“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”

And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics. 

“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”

“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”

Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”

Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”

“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.

I have this headcanon that Richie is the most irritating sleeper and this fic came from that idea.

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Richie Tozier is quite possibly more annoying in his sleep than when he is awake. Unimaginable but true. He mumbles, he drools, he snores, he kicks and shifts and clings. And worst of all, he’s a heavy sleeper so it’s nearly impossible to wake him up and stop him from committing these atrocities.

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Still Remembering - Smut

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,917
AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien​ got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.

Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.

Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.

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