Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to
see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.
Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so
nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are
mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)
When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s
completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made
the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment
period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his
classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.
Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at
the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a
class on the influence of society on gender.
He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he
keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before
But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the
professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.
(HEAVY SPOILERS ahead but) listen okay listen my dudes. are you listening. ive watched kimi no na wa like. 15 times already (bc that shit is THAT good. fuck i love it THAT much) and like. listen. fucking listen. the fucking ending. it always fucking gets me. every single time. EVERY SINGLE TIME. 15 TIMES. IT HAS MADE ME CRY 15 TIMES. I HAVE NO (NO!!) IDEA WHAT IT IS THAT HITS ME SO DEEPLY AND PERSONALLY IN THE FINAL SCENE BUT I ALWAYS??? EMOTIONALLY COLLAPSE. IT AFFECTS ME AS HARD AS THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED IT.
Just… fuck, dude, the song. fucking nandemonaiya. their desperate faces as they run. the panning of the camera over the scenery. Mitsuha’s heartbroken face when Taki passes by her on the stairs. Taki’s internal struggle for a few seconds (that feel like hours!!) on whether to say something or not. ‘Have we met somewhere before?!’. Mitsuha’s shock and her crying smile. ‘I think so too’. THE TITLE DROP. GOD…….. THAT TITLE DROP. AND THEN FUTARI NO AIDA TOORI SUGITA KAZE WA…… FUCK YOU
Hey, remember all those 90s sitcoms where the leading actor is basically just playing a wacky, cartoonishly exaggerated version of themselves, to the point that they don’t even bother to give the character a different name?
“Cas.” Anna looks at him sweetly as she takes a seat opposite him. “Can you get me chicken nuggets?”
“You literally just ordered your food,” Cas says, nodding his head at the tray she’d set down between them.
“I know, but I got stuff from the Chinese place and the McDonald’s queue is too long,” she replies, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”
Cas rolls his eyes, pushing away from the table. “Fine.”
“You’re the bestest little bro in the world!” Anna grins, handing over some money.
“Bestest isn’t even a word,” Cas mutters as he dodges people left and right.
Castiel hasn’t been standing in line for more than a few minutes when the man in front of him - gesturing wildly to the redhead next to him - hits him in the face. Hard.
Cas’ head snaps back and he hears an “oh fuck!” but he doesn’t know if it’s him who says it or someone else.
“Shit, shit, I am so sorry,” the man says, bringing his arms up but then dropping them to his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.”
Castiel can feel blood trickling down his neck and can taste it on his tongue and it’s the most unpleasant thing in the world right now. He wrinkles his nose in disgust but that just sends a wave a pain through it and he winces.
it’s so weird reading the word dregs in other things now. it’s always kind of funny like “lmao the murder nerds are there”….until the context forces me to remember that dregs literally means the worthless parts of something….ha kill me :))
Summary: Lance and Keith wake up in a cell with no recollection of who they are or how they got here. While it certainly wasn’t ideal, it was something they could deal with - that is, until they found out that their capturers were aliens (actual, real life aliens) that accused Keith of being something called a “Galra” and Lance of being his “Excazcán”. When the aliens decide to pull out torture devices and guns to make them talk, they decide that it is about time to go.
And that’s how they end up making their way across an unfamiliar planet, get chased by the alien police, steal a camel (amongst some other stuff) and accidentally become the leaders of a shady underground gang. At the end of the day it is, according to Lance, “the best date ever”.
“Just. Please stop talking,” the guy responded in a pained tone. He had his eyes closed again and lowered himself back onto the ground. Did he want to go to sleep? If they hadn’t been in this situation, he might have joined him, actually; the idea certainly was tempting with the killer-headache he was sporting.
But alas, they were in this situation, and if the guy really wanted to go back to sleep then he was shit out of luck. He had a few urgent questions that he needed answers to. Right fucking now.
“No can do, buddy. I need to know who my cellmate is,” he said grimly.
For a moment the guy didn’t react at all, then he shot up as if someone had thrown freezing water onto him. “We are in a cell?!” he asked with wide eyes.
“Yep. And we are wearing matching outfits, apparently. Were we going to a convention or something? Are we divers? Astronauts? I don’t recognize what characters we are supposed to be.” The guy didn’t react at all, he just stared at nothingness, seemingly a little dazed. Growing impatient, he snapped his fingers. “Hello? Dude? We are in jail. Mind telling me how we got here? Mamá is going to kill me!”
Finally the other guy’s eyes settled onto him. “Mam- no, nevermind that. How did we end up in jail?!”
“I don’t know, that’s what I was just asking you!”
“Well, I don’t know either!”
“Why don’t you know?!”
“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know, okay! Who are you even?!”
“I don’t know!” he yelled back. He had only screamed that because he had needed to scream something - but a wave of dread washed over him when he realized that he really didn’t know. “Fuck,” he whispered, eyes wide. “I don’t know who I am.”
lovelies! May I request a Pietro Maximoff x reader soul mate au (because I’m
both Pietro and soul mate au trash) where the reader is an Avenger? And Idk
like super fluffy? Thanks love!
I missed my speedy babe!! Okay, here goes.
Pietro didn’t have a
soulmate mark. Everyone on planet earth was born with one, but he couldn’t find
it. As he grew older, he expected it to appear, but it didn’t. Not even after
the experiments. Not even after the one night stands with the Sokovian girls.
Not even after he joined the right side of the battle.
Maybe that was what made
him so reckless, so eager to lay his life down for his sister, for his new
friends, for a man he barely knew and the child in his arms. What did he care
if he died? He didn’t. The white-haired speedster had no reason to live because
he had no one to love.
When the world went
black, he wasn’t surprised. He knew it would end like this. Because he was
reckless. But he didn’t expect it to be so cold. So dark. He wasn’t sure where
he existed now. Maybe he was a ghost. Maybe it he tried hard enough, he could appear
to Wanda…tell her goodbye.
The darkness didn’t last
“Pietro?” A voice. He
knew that voice. But from where? “Come on, buddy. You’re almost there.” It was
the archer. Clint. Where was he?
“Pietro!” Another voice.
Wanda. Her voice was accompanied by the steady beats of a heart monitor. His
heart monitor. A heart monitor meant a heartbeat, and a heartbeat meant-
It was so bright. The
moment he opened his eyes, he had to squint to see, to make out the colored
shapes that surrounded him.
“There he is.” Stark. “Took
you long enough, speedy. Gave your sister quite the scare there.”
“You idiot!” Wanda hugged
him fiercely, not caring if she hurt his newly-healed body. “You stupid, stupid
“Yeah, yeah.” Pietro
chuckled, holding his sister in his arms. “I’m alive, aren’t I?”
“Barely.” Bruce was
looking over his papers. “You got lucky. Very lucky. If it weren’t for the CRADLE…you
might not be here at all.”
“I hate you.” Wanda
mumbled into his shoulder. He only held her tighter.
“I missed you too.” He whispered.
And he meant it.
It was a day of
celebration. The Avengers threw a party to celebrate their fallen’s return. And
the entire time, Pietro kept looking at a stranger across the room. He couldn’t
explain why, but there was something about them that was impossible to
“Are you even listening
to me?” Wanda waved a hand in front of her brother’s face, immediately snapping
him back to reality.
“Sorry.” He muttered.
“When did you get a
tattoo?” Wanda asked.
“What tattoo?” Pietro
asked. Wanda pulled up the sleeve of the suit jacket her brother was wearing.
Sure enough, it was there. Clear as day.
Pietro’s breath caught in
his throat, his words stuck. His heart raced faster than usual. He knew what
this was. It was a soulmate tattoo.
“That’s her name.” Wanda
whispered, subtly motioning across the room just as you walked out onto the
balcony to get some air. “She’s your-”
He was gone when she
blinked, and in his path, there was a rush of wind.
Your hair blew in front
of your face as the door behind you shut. And suddenly, you weren’t alone
anymore. It was him. The one that had come back to life, the reason your new team
was even celebrating. What was his name again? No one had told you. To Wanda,
he was ‘my brother’, and the rest of them had only ever referred to him as ‘Speedy’
or as Clint had so eloquently worded it, ‘that asshole’.
“Hi there.” He greeted
somewhat shyly. What was happening to his prowess? He had always been good with
women, even before he had become a superhuman. But now, not so much. He
swallowed thickly and dared to meet your eyes. “I’m Pietro. Maximoff. I…died,
Your eyes snapped up to
his the moment he introduced himself. Your jaw drifted open and your heart
pounded. You felt like your stomach had twisted itself into a knot.
“W-what did you say your
“Pietro Maximoff.” His
voice was a whisper, and his delicious accent was like music to your ears.
Slowly, you pulled back the sleeve of your black dress. His name was written
there in his quick messy handwriting. Gently, he raised his hand to touch your
forearm, calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin.
Once he had stared at the
tattoo for a long moment, he showed you his. You took his wrist and pulled it
to your face, pressing a gentle kiss to the first letter of your name. Pietro
sighed, exhaling a shaky breath. You rushed into his arms, clinging to his
torso and hugging him tight. He chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around
“I-I could have lost you
before I even knew you…” you shook as you held him, tears streaming down your
cheeks. It made him hold you tighter.
“I’m here.” He whispered.
“I’m here and I’ll never leave you again. I promise.”
It was a promise he
intended to keep.
When you returned to the
party, hand in hand, Pietro introduced you to his sister, who you had already
met, and a few of the others.
“You’ve been together all
of what, three minutes and you already have matching tattoos?” Clint teased. “Slow
down, kids. You’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Uncle Clint,” You hugged
“What, Speedy? You didn’t
see that coming?” he chuckled.
“No, I guess I didn’t.”
Pietro smirked and then wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Congratulations.” Clint smiled
and ruffled the speedster’s silver hair beneath his hand. “I’m happy for you.
For both of you.”
“Thank you.” You smiled.
After you spread the good news to the others, Pietro dragged you out to the
dance floor. He was quite the dancer. He spun you around and pulled you close.
His scruff rubbed against the skin of your cheek as he leaned in to whisper in
Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (Part 3/6) Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series Word Count: 6,728
[[request prompt: so, i thought maybe the reader is friends with peter, ned, and michelle, but is also the daughter of tony stark. she is jealous of peter’s feelings for liz because she is in love with him. homecoming arrives and peter goes with liz, and the reader is invited by flash. during the dance, the reader tries to have fun with flash and michelle, her best friend, but can’t when she sees peter dancing with liz. she leaves in the middle of the dance to get some fresh air, but she gets kidnapped when the vulture suddenly appears.
in the end, spider-man saves her and the reader accidentally confesses her feelings for him. if possible, can you finish it with kisses? Please, I know my request is a little long]]
a kind reader sent in this request during drabbleday week, but it was too long to condense it to a mere 500 words drabble. instead, i chose to make a full one shot out of this so lol drabbleday will continue tomorrow. for today, this story will be the only one that’s posted.
also, in order to include more diverse fem!readers, i’m going to make the reader character Tony’s ADOPTED daughter.
Holy crapoli. I’ve said it before and I’ll gladly say it again, y’all are amazing. The comments, the PMs, the reblogs and the likes…it’s mind-blowing that this story has gotten as much of a positive response as it has. Tank you for everything, and I hope you all enjoy chunk three! Again, lemme know if you’d like to be tagged in the next chapter!
Also, I love @sannvers because she literally sat on the floor and pretended to be an unconscious Gaston so I could figure out body movements and such. You’re a good sister. And editor.
Title: Second Chance
Pairing: Eventual Gaston x Fem!Reader
Summary: You try to stop Gaston from shooting the Beast and falling to his death, but you arrive too late to save him. As you sit there, sobbing, the Enchantress offers you a second chance to save him.
Prompt: Can I request a Jughead x plus size reader where the reader has a really loud a unique laugh and even though she can be quite sarcastic like Jughead she can also be his exact and she basically is the only person that can make him smile and laugh a lot ? Maybe throw in him letting her wear his beanie and just a really cute relationship ? Thank you so much.
A/N: Here’s a happier one! I actually felt a lot better after writing this and laughed a lot during this. I hope you like it. Requests are welcome!
Jughead Jones III was not exactly a sad person but it took a lot to make him smile or even laugh. The closest thing most got was a small chuckle or his famous half smirk. Some even believed he wasn’t capable of such joy.
The truth was he simply lost that joy when Jellybean and his mother left. Leaving him with his father who was almost always drunk.
It all changed when Riverdale High got it’s newest student.
You groan when you glance at your schedule. You had opted out when they offered to have a student show you around and now you were kind of regretting it. You figured that it would at least be built like your last school but no. Riverdale High looked as if it hasn’t gotten a makeover since it was built.
“I’m guessing you’re lost?” You turn to see a very well dressed guy grinning at you.
“And I’m guessing you’re gay?” Mentally cringing at how harsh that sounds, you went to apologize only to have the boy laugh.
“I like you! I’m Kevin Keller, Riverdale’s only out gay.” He chuckles as you roll your eyes.
“Names (Y/n). Riverdale’s New Student. Who clearly should have taken the tour.” You sigh at the paper in your hand.
“I gotcha girl.” the boy, Kevin, links his arm with yours and snatches the paper out of your hand. “Good, you have next class with me.” and with that, he drags you down the hall.