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I LOVE YOU SO MATCHA!
Dean Di Laurentis X Female!reader || WC: 2K
SUMMARY: Dean is completely wrecked after his first ever Pilates class which means a cold drink sounds heavenly. Or the one time Dean’s girlfriend forces him to try matcha after his first Pilates class.
WARNINGS: Nothing but tooth-rotting fluff!! 🍵✨
A/N: Where are all my fellow matcha lovers?! 🙋🏻♀️ SO many of you were asking for a part two to Pilates Princess, so here it is! It's short, sweet, and oh so wholesome! Hope y’all enjoy!! Divider by @dividers-are-us <3
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“No. Absolutely not. This is where I draw the line.” Dean was already shaking his head, sneakers scuffing against the sidewalk as you tugged him toward Café Vittoria, the little café you, Hannah, and Grace had accidentally stumbled across a few months ago. "Dean, baby, we just sweat like pigs for the last hour and a half. I deserve a reward for that." You flashed him an exaggerated pout over your shoulder, lower lip jutting out just enough to make his resolve crack.
There's wishbones and clovers and numbers from Heaven Shapes in the stars to invent our connection As much as I act like I want to forget it @istillwishforyouateleveneleven
— peeta mellark, age 7, probably
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i usually don’t have a thing for blondes
however, ive decided to make an exception
rape is not romantic and can never morally be depicted as romance Are you fucking stupid or something
Morgan was having hallucinations. No, not really hallucinations-- more like, figments of imagination come alive that kids her age usually had. A monster under her bed. The tree outside the window that looked like a person. The coat on her chair that stared at her at night.
Tony tried to show her that none of those things were real, and it worked for a first few nights-- until the feeling of security wore off and imagination took hold again. It got to a point where Morgan couldn't sleep in her own room.
Tony got the idea on pure accident. The door to that room-- empty, lifeless, filled with forever unpacked boxes-- just happened to be pulled open a bit, and that plushie just happened to be in his line of sight on top of the bedsheets.
It wasn't necessary, he knew -- the monsters under the bed should not have been real-- but he also knew that, in their world, they might just be. He used the same designs he installed in 17A. Two pairs of robotic limbs, all fitting nicely in their nanite storing unit and hidden in the stuffing inside the toy. A carefully hidden zipper on the toy's back, so the limbs wouldn't tear it apart.
It was perfect. He gave the toy to Morgan next time he tucked her in.
"This is Spider-Man," Tony told her, uselessly, because Morgan already knew exactly whom the toy resembled. Tony made sure of it. "He can't make the monsters go away, but he will protect you from them. No matter what, you don't need to be afraid, because he won't let them hurt you."
Morgan had less and less trouble sleeping, after that, and no longer needed to hide under his and Pepper's blankets.
when a fic hits so hard you have to draw him
nawing at the bars of my enclosure
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I'm shy at first and then im like donkey from shrek
oh that's who i've been relating to all this time
friendly reminder that the only adults that havent't died infront of peter are his parents
Tony Stark was less than pleased to find out Peter Parker was average.
Painfully average, really. He had a perfect 50% in his last 8 tests. He was… well, he was almost too average.
So, Tony looked into it. Discovered that on one of his tests, the kid answered every other question correct. In another, he answered the first half correct and the second half wrong. It didn’t make any sense - the kid was answering questions in the first half and then unable to answer basically the same questions in the second half.
Tony thought he had him, when he saw a pattern. He thought he’d caught him in the act, purposefully controlling his grade.
But his pattern changed and suddenly the kid got a 48%, the answers seemingly all over the place. He was annoyed, frustrated, and confused when he asked FRIDAY to check for any sign of a pattern.
He didn’t expect her to come back saying the kid had managed to answer his test by writing in morse code.
“Well, what does it say?”
And FRIDAY hesitated. Honest to god, hesitated, before finally saying, “It reads ‘leave me alone you stalker bitch’.”
And Tony…
Well, Tony is thrilled.
"Do you remember when we were in space, and I got all dusty? And I must've passed out because I woke up and you were gone-"
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Peter wakes up dazed and confused, his ears are ringing and he can taste...dust?
What's- Where- Oh. Space.
"I don't- I don't wanna go, sir, please-" He recalls.
Right. Tony. Where is Tony?
"Mr. Stark?" He calls out.
For a couple of minutes, Peter is convinced Tony had turned into dust as well, but never came back.
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Tony: *tries to get the last piece of pizza*
Peter: *bites it from Tony’s hand*
Tony: what the heck kid..
Peter: I bit it so it’s mine now.
Tony:
Tony:
Tony:
Tony: *bites Peter’s hand*
Peter: what the frick man??
Tony: that was way easier than trying to finalise adoption papers.
Peter, squeaking and dropping the pizza: wHaT?
Tony: Peter, you should invite your gf and finally introduce us to her!
Peter: I don’t have a gf?
Tony: a bf?
Peter: no, I just, well, I’m…
Tony: kid, it’s okay to be confused about your sexua-
Peter: I’m saving myself for the god
Tony:
Pepper:
Harley: he means he’s aroace
yeah okay now that's gonna be my reply everytime smone asks me about a bf