Sam: Guys, There’s A Monster Under My Bed And It’s Really Ugly.

Sneaking (Peter x reader)

Request by @woman-of-letters-legacy

Warnings: Smut, oral, male and female receiving, sensual images, tony being annoying, swearing : )

Authors note: My friends, this is pretty long well actually I don’t know, it seemed long but that all depends on how fast of a reader you are. Lots of things going on so grab some popcorn and a vibrator. Kidding! Also you should play not afraid anymore by Halsey when they start fucking. 

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Thiam / Theo Reaken x Liam Dunbar engagement and wedding (with posts) AU (11/?)

Credits for the nearly kiss edit to owner (I have no idea where I downloaded it from. If you know please tell me and I give credits.

Could it be that I claimed the whole Thiam Social Media AU section? Cause I barely see anyone else doing them. :’D

Opinion?

My Thiam AU’s:

Thiam AU

Thiam AU (with posts)

Thiam AU (traveling)

Thiam AU (request: skaterbox x lacrosse)

Thiam AU (traveling to Mykonos (with posts))

Thiam AU (visiting Disney World)

Thiam AU

Thiam AU (two omega wolfs living in the woods)

Thiam AU (prom (with posts))

Thiam AU (family (houseman x lacrosse coach/teacher)

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Thiam AU (parents (with posts))

Special: Teen! Leo Dunbar Reaken AU (with posts)

(Sorry for any english mistakes but I’m not a native speaker, but tell me if something makes no sense)

There are going to be more Thiam social media AU’s in the future.

REQUESTS ARE WELCOME!

Here are more fandom instagram accounts (including ALL TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS): http://fandomtrashwhore.tumblr.com/post/160333414273/fandom-instagram-aesthetics-aus

HOW IS THIS LEGAL?!?!

MILES TELLER Men’s Journal (2015)

no matter what happens, you are heard

Pairing: Bob Floyd x Reader

Summary: Actions don’t always speak louder than words as you tell Bob you love him for the first time.

Disclaimer: As an avid Swifite, I eagerly listened to songs from Taylor Swift’s newest album, Midnights, and the song, “Sweet Nothing,” inspired this particular piece. I’m a softie for Bob and a softie in general, so I took great delight in writing this one😌

Listen to “Sweet Nothing” here.

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His hands firmly grip the steering wheel while his eyes are solely focused on the road, vigilant of his surroundings. You sit comfortably in the passenger seat and admire him from there. Sometimes, you can’t believe you’re fortunate enough to not only have encountered such a handsome, warm, observant, sensitive, and loving man, but also to have someone who appreciates everything you embody.

As you relish your time together, you recall the poem currently tucked away in the inner pocket of your purse. Bob cooked you breakfast earlier that morning and even though you offered several times to assist him with preparing the meal, he denied your requests. Instead, he encouraged you to select something for the two of you to watch once everything was ready. With his back turned and his attention primarily on the stove, it was easy for you to briefly sneak into the other room and quietly open the desk drawer to retrieve a blank piece of paper along with a pen.

You peeked around the corner to confirm he was still occupied and were pleased to find him in the midst of adding more batter to the waffle iron (which he recently purchased after you shared waffles are your favorite breakfast food). Once you returned to your spot on the somewhat lumpy couch, you put your pen to paper and it seemed to assume a life of its own. It glided across the paper as the words came to you effortlessly and when you reviewed the collection of words, you were satisfied with the finished product. You neatly folded and placed it in your purse only to be told moments later that breakfast was served.

Now, you’re mulling over when to share this piece of writing with Bob. It’s probably better to wait until he can provide you with his full attention as he needs to remain alert while driving. However, you fear some of your confidence may dwindle if he’s staring at you while you’re reading it, so you decide to do it now.

“Bob?”

“Hmm?” he responds while glancing at you momentarily from the driver’s seat.

“There’s, um, something that I-I want to share with you…if that’s okay.” You avert your gaze and suddenly become interested by a small tear in the seat beneath you.

“Of course. What is it?” he asks smoothly.

“Well, it’s…uh, it’s a poem.”

“A poem? One that you read recently?”

“No. I, uh, I actually wrote it. I wrote it for you.” You turn your head slightly to gauge his reaction and observe a rosy tint decorating his cheeks.

“F-for me?” he clarifies. “Really?”

The uncertainty in his voice tugs at your heart.

“No one’s ever written me a poem,” he admits and it’s evident that he’s touched by the gesture despite not having heard it. You’re baffled by this information because if possible, you’d have 100 poems dedicated to this man, enough to wear out the ink in every pen you own because words almost fail to do this man justice.

You move to unzip your purse so you can take out the carefully folded piece of paper, but Bob’s voice interrupts you.

“Do you mind waiting until we’re home? I’m afraid I won’t be able to listen as well. Plus we’re only a few minutes away now.” He offers you a tender smile, the one that is capable of forming goosebumps on your skin and making your heart hum in contentment. How can you deny him? Not when he’s given you so much.

“Sure,” you agree and feel the butterflies in your stomach flutter in a frenzied manner as you count down the minutes until you’re back at his place. He makes the final turn into the lot and you feel as though you may jump out of your skin. You steal a glance at him before you two get out of the car and see a hint of a smile on his face; you know it’s in anticipation of the words written for him and only him. You hope you don’t come to regret sharing this with him now.

Once you’re inside and the familiar scent of his place greets you, you catch him looking at you expectantly.

“Here, sit down,” you instruct gently and sit beside him. The crinkled paper quivers in your hands and Bob notices this because he places his hand upon your thigh. He shoots you a small smile, wordlessly urging you to proceed. You clear your throat and read the following words that you had only formulated hours before aloud:

Ordinary was never meant to be mine

Normalcy and the expected are quite dreary, I find

Perhaps others were right in that I was asking for too much

But then again, they’ve never felt your incomparable touch

That fateful day we met permanently altered my life

And seemed to trivialize past obstacles and strife

For I had found more than I could conjure up in my mind

A man greater than lofty fantasies, one that is truly divine

Your warmth engulfs me, a coziness that cannot be replicated

Enough to shield me from pain, former hurt eliminated

Our intertwined bodies, breathing you in

My refuge is in your company as we touch, skin to skin

Your words and heart are unparalleled

You showed me your true self and as a result, I fell

With you in my life, there is no longer a void

Because I am in love with you, Robert Floyd

You lower the paper from your eyes and muster the courage to make eye contact with him even though you’re fearful of his reaction. What if he thinks your feelings are premature? Maybe he’ll be overwhelmed. Perhaps he’ll decide that you two need to slow down and put things on hold for the time being.

But when your eyes meet his, you take in their misty appearance and although his sensitivity is not novel, you didn’t expect your words to elicit such a reaction.

“Y/N…y-you love me?” he asks in quiet disbelief.

You nod.

“That…that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he reveals and you feel your breath catch in your throat. “And I-I love you.”

“You love me?” you ask, mimicking his own question.

He nods while smiling and adjusting his glasses. “I do and I have for a while. I just, uh, I didn’t know when the right time was to tell you and I didn’t, you know…want to mess this up bec-“

You clutch his hands in yours. “I didn’t want to mess this up. I thought the poem may be a bit much,” you say shyly.

“A bit much?” Bob repeats. “No. It’s-it’s everything.” He leans forward and kisses you so sweetly that you swear your limbs may liquify.

When you come over the next night after work, Bob asks you to grab his watch that he left on his nightstand while he cooks dinner. You wander into his bedroom only to find something else there, too: the poem you wrote him encased in a sleek, sturdy frame. The grin that spreads across your face almost strains your muscles and you pluck the watch from its place on the nightstand, continuing to grin as you make your way to him.

“One question for you, Bob Floyd.” You dangle his watch in front of him. “Was this merely a ploy so I’d see my framed poem?”

“I can’t give away all my secrets,” he teases before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him, affirming how special it is to be loved by Bob Floyd.

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Only Riverdale fans would know what went through my mind when I seen this.....

what are we out here doing

All of you are talking about wanting your own Gus Waters but all I want is my own Ethan Wate.

The Phantom Whisperer

Chapter two: Maddie Makes Eye Contact

Summary: A bit of Maddie's past is revealed and how her love of music came to be. Julie performs with the boys while Maddie makes a discovery

*Author's Note: Chapter two!! I hope this chapter isn't too much exposition, I promise more character interaction is coming up.

                A year ago, Maddie had a different air around her. She felt as though life could get better. Most days dragged on and were filled with long school days and homework. Those were balanced out with the ones she could find solitude. Maddie had gotten a babysitting job on the occasion her neighbors needed a date night, and their aunt wasn’t available.  The Molina’s were her saving grace. When the had first moved in with a new baby and toddler, Maddie could listen to the sound of piano through her window.

                One day after a trip to her latest psychologist, Maddie finally decided to go over and find the source to the music. She found a kind lady sitting in their garage lost in her melody. Rose Molina had a certain light about her that drew Maddie in. That day led to countless hours of Maddie sitting in the garage listening to anything Rose would play. She never knew music could have such a hold on her and her emotions. Rose could see how the young girl needed music in her life just as much as she did. From then on, she would teach Maddie whenever the girl stopped by. Even though Maddie loved her parents, Rose just understood her on a deeper level. Maddie’s parents stopped sending her to a doctor and instead bought her a piano.

                When Rose’s daughter Julie got old enough to want to learn, they became a trio. Maddie could see how Julie was naturally gifted and would sit and watch as the mother and daughter wrote and played together. Julie felt as though she had a sister, one who she could share music with. Rose was thankful that she could pull these two girls together and loved their connection through musical notes and lyrics. Something so rare to see. But sadly, all good things come to an end.

                Rose had passed, and this was felt through everyone around her. Julie couldn’t bare singing or playing anymore without her mother. Maddie had felt as though she had lost a mother and friend with Rose. It seemed easy for the two girls to drift apart. Both had gained an emptiness with the passing and couldn’t find the joy they once did. Maddie fell back into the cycle of long school days and homework. Her piano sat covered in dust and guitar stranded in the garage that she would never get the courage to go over and retrieve. Both felt lifeless now as had she. The stickers gifted by Rose still decorated the case, leaving a reminder to anyone who looked at it how loved the instrument used to be.

                Unknown to Maddie, Julie had unleashed something that sparked her love for music again. Three boys who had died 25 years prior had taken up space in the garage and Julie’s life. The boys had asked Julie who the guitar belonged to since they didn’t recognize it as theirs. Julie gave it a long look before mentioning that it was an old friend's from long ago. The boys didn’t press further, even though they wanted to. They could feel the emotional pull Julie had with it.

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                Maddie had a feeling today was going to be different. After her run in with the man in the street yesterday she didn’t stop by to see Willie this morning. Something felt off about the situation. Maybe he was a ghost and didn’t feel the need to deal with “lifers” as Willie called them. As she crowded in to the school assembly, she just hoped it would be over soon. Carrie was performing, and even though the girl was talented, she focused way too much into the theatrics in Maddie’s opinion. There wasn’t any depth to her music and Maddie believed that was the key to any good performer. Music just didn’t feel the same since she last saw Rose or spoke to Julie. Her bonds with music were broken and she didn’t feel the need to mend it. Sher forfeited her place in the music program to focus on school and trying to keep her parents at bay. They could see the emotional turmoil that was going on and tried to convince her that pushing away music isn’t what was good for her. That Rose wouldn’t want her to stop, but what did they know? Maddie said she knew what she was doing, or so she thought.

                Just as she believed, Carrie’s performance was over the top. “What else did I expect?” She muttered to herself. Out of the corner of her eye, Maddie spotted Julie near the door. She felt her breathing stop for a second. Besides in quick passing, Maddie couldn’t bring herself to face Julie. The girl was like a sister to her, and it didn’t sit right that Julie had lost her mother while Maddie simply lost her friend. Julie had it worse and Maddie felt ashamed of herself for taking it so deep.           

                Maddie looked over to Julie once more and saw she wasn’t alone. She was with a group of boys. They seemed to be deep in conversation as the crowd had been sent back to class. She took another quick glance towards the group while still on the stands. Her eyes connected with the blonde boy. His eyes widened as he smacked the chest of the shorter brown-haired guy in the beanie. She quickly looked away and got up wanted to leave before Julie saw her.

                “Dude! That girl was 100% making eye contact with me!” Alex exclaimed pulling the groups attention. They all turned around to find Maddie hastily making her way off the bleachers. Julie furrowed her eyebrows at her.       

                “What? There’s no way that she saw you.” Julie couldn’t look away. She hasn’t been able to talk to Maddie as much as she wanted to. Julie had lost a sister as much as a mother. Maddie pulling away from her broke her. She knew that Maddie felt the loss too and understood why she didn’t want to play anymore.               

                “No, I’m telling you, she was definitely looking at us.” Alex knew it wasn’t like when people normally look towards them and accidentally meets their eyes.

                “Okay whatever! That doesn't matter right now. Julie, you need to go up their and show it to the man! That piano up here is calling your name.” Luke tried to redirect the attention towards the main goal. Julie needed to be back in the program and find her love for music again. He wanted her to know how talented she was. Maybe then their music could be heard. Julie let out a nervous breath of air and headed up towards the stage. The boys cheering her on. As the crowd realized she was singing they all gathered at the stage.               

                Maddie felt her heart pound in her chest as she watched the girl begin. She stood in the back and her eyes began to water. Little Julie was amazing. She knew that though, but to see her finally sing again struck a chord in her heart. She could feel Rose through every note. Maddie felt as though it was the first time that she sat in the garage with them again. But what shook her even more was when suddenly it wasn’t just Julie on stage. The boys from before appeared and began to play. The crowd went wild as they all sang and played the song with passion. Maddie had never seen a band more in sync with each other. It looked like they had known each other for years and were in tune with not just the music, but each other. Her heart swelled with pride. Julie had found her way back.

                As the band finished up taking their bow, they disappeared as if it had just been Julie by herself the whole time. Maddie’s eyes widened and she spotted the boys on the side of the crowd. No one knew what to say as Julie laughed nervously.

                “Was that a hologram?” one of Carrie’s crew voiced out making everyone get hyped up once again. Maddie shook her head. She had no idea what just happened, but she knew that it wasn’t a hologram. She could still see the boys from the side when it all hit her. They were ghosts.   

“Oh Lord”

-Chapter three should be out soon! Hope you enjoyed:)-

Absolute ✨perfection✨ Bradley and Jake are such a good Nick and Schmidt

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summary - While trying to get out of your post-breakup slump, you get offered a modeling gig at Jake’s advertising agency.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, insecurities, mentions of getting drunk, my nonexistent knowledge of advertising, men being the worst, suggestive content, I added outfit links but you can imagine whatever you would like

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.2k

it’s the last episode of season one! it has been such a ride and I want to thank you all for the support you gave this series because it is seriously what stopped me from having a meltdown and abandoning it lmao. fun fact: I’ve had this episode planned since I started the series. please enjoy and I hope to see you in season two!! - bugs

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