Everyones-evil-in-the-end-0916 - No Name

Ambreigns: When Stephanie said Dean was Romans sidekick.

Stephanie: When are you gonna stop riding Roman's coat tails?

Roman: He doesn't-

Dean: The only thing I ride that belongs to Roman is his di-

Stephanie: What?

Roman: What?

Dean: What?

Preference#1- Makeout

A/N: New Avengers account! Although I have had a other accounts before this! Thanks for the support fam! (Sorry for the crap ending for Capt. I dind’t know how to end it)

Warnings: Every light smut, mentions of sex, light language

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So, I was telling @egogrumps how much better this scene would be if they used britney spears Toxic in the back… and then my hand slipped.

everytime yall see this scene now your gonna think of this song your welcome

Imagine: Tony teaching Thor pick-up lines because Thor’s nervous about asking you on a date, but he ends up mixing them up, causing you to laugh. You agree to the date anyway and give him a kiss on the cheek. [x] [x] [x]

Thor: Are you sure these will work, Stark? I don’t want to distance myself further from Y/N with this attempt at asking her on a date. Tony: Don’t worry- these are going to work. *tries to hide smirk* Guaranteed. Thor: *smiles, not noticing Tony trying not to laugh* All right. I will go speak to Y/N now, then.

Y/N: What are you on about, Thor? *laughs* I think you’ve got your pick-up lines messed up. Thor: I-I- *blushes* Y/N: It’s okay. *kisses him on the cheek* I’d love to go out on a date with you. Thor: *smiles* That is great news- and I assure you I won’t use any more lines on you. Y/N: Good to hear. *pauses* But, just so you know, I’m aware that those lines weren’t yours. Stark gave you ‘tips’, didn’t he? Thor: Yes, of course. He said they would be perfect. Y/N: Remind me to get revenge on him. Later, though, as we have a date. *smiles*

Want to request an imagine?

a show of trust - steter

for @detektywpikachu who asked for steter plus stiles gets a haircut from peter                            

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The first time it happens it’s a case of a necessary evil. Not even a “cut a lock of hair for a spell” scenario though. Oh no. It’s more of a “cut all the hair off before the gunk sinks into Stiles’ skin and melts his brain” kind of situation.

Either way, Stiles doesn’t give a fuck about how or who or what with. He’d do it himself if he had eyes on the back of his head to make sure he doesn’t miss a spot.

He rocked a buzzcut for years and although he’ll miss the “artful bed-head” - as his dad started to call it, - it’s a small price to pay for his continued ability to live.

So he glares at where Lydia and Erica are fighting over the scissors and comb, then ends their squabbling with one sentence.

“Peter,” he calls, addressing the man who’s been observing the situation from his usual perch on the stairs,“ will you do the honors?”

Peter smiles at him, pleased and triumphant in the face of Lydia’s and Erica’s protests, and follows Stiles to the bathroom.

Somehow, when Peter’s done, and Stiles’ hair is cropped short again he looks better than he ever did sporting a buzzcut.

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The next time it happens Stiles’ life isn’t under threat any more than on any other regular old Tuesday and it’s Peter who offers.

Granted, the main reason for it could be the fact that Stiles sprained his right wrist in a fight two weeks ago and his hair was getting out of hand.

He could go to a barber. He had every intention to do it, too. But.

He’s sprawled on Peter’s couch in the man’s apartment, taking advantage of Peter’s Disney+ subscription. They are friends, these days, and binge-watching the Mandalorian and hanging out is one of the things they do.

And so is snuggling, which they both attribute to Peter’s pack instincts while ignoring the elephant in the room that is the thing growing between them.  

As it is, Stiles must have shoved his hair one time too many into Peter’s face because Stiles finds himself being playfully pushed away by the application of hand to face until he finds himself half sprawled in Peter’s lap.

Before Stiles can question the sudden change in position, all done in a way that somehow avoided him landing on his injured writs, Peter tugs at his hair gently.

“I’m sorry to say this, sweetheart, but this birdnest on your head you call hair needs to be trimmed down into something more suitable for your pretty face.” Before Stiles could protest, squawk, or even agree, Peter continued, “I can do it for you right now, if you want?”

Which is how Stiles finds himself in Peter’s bathroom, perched on one of the stools from Peter’s kitchen, the brush of the comb and snipping of scissors making for the ambiance.

It’s… strangely intimate, more intimate than hugging or cuddling somehow and Stiles can’t explain why.

He’s been nose to chest with Peter before, they’ve been friends for years now, packmates. They train, they roughhouse, they sprawl over each other as they watched TV the same way Stiles does with Scott, Derek, Kira, Boyd and everyone else. Though he and Jackson don’t snuggle. Ever. There’s no proof.

But here and now, with Peter standing between Stiles’ legs as he cuts the hair at the front of Stiles’ head, his movements sure and precise because it’s just another thing he’s ridiculously good at–

There’s tension building up, and Stiles can’t be sure if Peter feels it too, how strange, how edge-teetering it is for them, suspended in limbo as they are between friendship and more and how to bridge the gap.

But maybe Peter feels it just as keenly in the silence that has befallen. Maybe he knows just as well as Stiles does that this could be the moment because he doesn’t protest when Stiles’ hands settle on his hips, holding him, squeezing gently. He doesn’t admonish Stiles to be careful when Stiles lifts his head to look at Peter, the scissors and comb having already been put away so Peter’s hands are free to cradle Stiles jaw.

Peter’s smile is soft, barely-there and so much more real for it and somehow it’s the easiest thing in the world for Stiles to tip his head a little higher and meet Peter halfway.

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“Did you plan it?”

“I hoped.”

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This website is like a suicide hotline but with text chat instead.  I would appreciate it if you guys helped spread the word.

Title: “You’re the Web-Head?” (Back to Biology part 2(reader x Peter Parker))

Summary: Peter has forgotten about a study date, which leaves the reader walking alone on the streets of New York, inevitably runnig into Spider-Man.

Warnings: slight language, being mugged, teenage awkwardness

Word Count: 2153

A/N: I LOVE THIS ONE!!! I just couldn’t stop writing in it, so that’s why it’s a bit longer. I hope you all are okay with another Spider-Man imagine? I know I am. Enjoy!

PART 1

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In fics involving one person doing CPR on the other, there are two kinds of ships:

The “You have to wake up! Please! Don’t leave me! I need you! I-I love you.”

And the “Breathe you piece of shit! You still owe me ten dollars!”

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Avengers x reader

Warnings: Slight violence, slight cursing

A/N: I’m sorry it’s short :((

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This is the ending we deserved.

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