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[worldsmessiestwriter]

That’s the trifecta.

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Peter Parker x Spoiled Stark! Reader

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Tony Stark always claimed to be a genius, but lately, Y/N Stark was convinced her father was losing his touch. His latest invention? A scrawny high school intern named Peter Parker, who had somehow managed to worm his way into Tony’s good graces—and worse, into her carefully curated world.

For months now, her father had been spending hours mentoring Peter, teaching him things Y/N had assumed were reserved for her. The betrayal stung more than she cared to admit, so she covered it the only way she knew how: by making Peter’s life completely miserable.

And Peter, to his credit, was no pushover. Sure, he’d try to ignore her snide comments and fake-sweet tone, but every so often, he’d snap back. To Y/N, it was thrilling. To Peter, it was exhausting.

“Parker, you���re in my seat,” Y/N said one afternoon, stepping into her father’s lab with the kind of air that made everyone instinctively straighten up. She wasn’t wearing her school uniform today—Tony had summoned her for some family meeting—but her designer outfit looked as though it cost more than the entire workshop.

Peter didn’t bother looking up from the blueprint he was studying. “It’s not your seat, Y/N. It’s just a chair.”

“Aw, how quaint,” she said, leaning over the table so her perfectly polished nails tapped against the blueprint. “But it is my seat because this is my father’s lab. You? You’re just visiting.”

Peter finally looked up, clearly annoyed. “I’ve been working here all afternoon. You’ve been, what? Shopping? Getting another manicure?”

“Guilty,” Y/N said with a dazzling smile. “But let’s not act like I don’t contribute. I’m a Stark. My existence contributes.”

“Sure,” Peter said flatly. “That must be exhausting for you.”

Tony’s voice cut through before Y/N could retort. “Alright, that’s enough.” He was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Y/N, stop terrorizing Parker. Parker, stop taking the bait.”

“Who’s baiting who?” Y/N said innocently, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Starting Monday,” he said casually, “you’re transferring to Midtown High.”

Y/N froze. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Tony said. “You and Parker are going to the same school. I think spending more time together will help you two work out… whatever this is.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, but she quickly recovered, plastering on her usual radiant smile. “You’re funny, Dad. But no.”

Tony smirked. “It’s not up for discussion, kiddo.”

Her smile faltered. “But why? I already have friends, fans and status at my school.”

“Exactly,” Tony said. “Time to shake things up. You’ll survive.”

Y/N had prepared for her debut like it was a runway show. She stepped onto the Midtown High campus in a outfit tailored to perfection, her signature confident smile in place. The effect was immediate: heads turned, whispers spread, and within minutes, she had a flock of curious students trailing behind her.

“Oh, my God,” one girl gushed. “You’re so pretty. Are you, like, famous?”

Y/N tilted her head with a practiced laugh. “Not officially. But give it time.”

By lunchtime, she was firmly entrenched at the most exclusive table in the cafeteria. She sat at the center, sipping sparkling water she’d brought from home while her new entourage hung on her every word.

Peter, sitting at his usual table with Ned and MJ, stared in disbelief. “She’s been here for, what, five hours? How is she already the most popular person in school?”

“She’s rich, confident, and mean,” MJ said without looking up from her book. “That’s the trifecta.”

Y/N caught Peter’s eye from across the cafeteria and gave him a little wave, her smile impossibly sweet. Peter groaned.

“Parker!” she called, loud enough for the room to hear. “Shouldn’t you be eating your vegetables? You need to keep up your strength for all that… science-ing.”

Ned snickered, but Peter just glared. “She’s the worst.”

Y/N’s transition to Midtown High wasn’t just about popularity—it was another battleground for her rivalry with Peter.

In physics, the teacher announced a pop quiz, and Y/N immediately raised her hand. “Do we really need a quiz? I mean, it’s so basic. Even Parker might pass.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Y/N.”

“Oh, you’re welcome,” she said brightly, as if he’d genuinely thanked her.

When the grades came back, Y/N had scored a near-perfect 98%. Peter, to his frustration, had a 96%.

“Aw, so close,” Y/N said as they exited the classroom. “Maybe next time, Parker.”

“It’s two points,” Peter said, gritting his teeth.

“Two points that separate the winners from the losers,” Y/N said, flashing him a dazzling smile.

The real showdown came a few weeks later at a party thrown by one of the popular kids. Naturally, Y/N was the star of the event, gliding through the room like royalty. Peter, dragged there by Ned and MJ, tried to stay out of her way.

But Y/N, of course, found him.

“Parker,” she said, appearing at his side with a drink in hand. “You clean up… decently. For a boy from Queens.”

Peter turned to face her, already annoyed. “And you’re still the same, no matter where you go.”

“Flattered,” Y/N said, raising her glass. “But you’ll have to be more specific. Same gorgeous face? Same impeccable style?”

Peter smirked. “Same need to make everything about you.”

Y/N’s smile faltered for just a second before she recovered. “It’s not a ‘need,’ Peter. It’s a gift. One you clearly don’t have.”

Before he could respond, the crowd called for a game of trivia. Naturally, Y/N and Peter ended up on opposing teams.

The competition was fierce, each of them determined to outshine the other. When Y/N’s team finally won, she couldn’t resist throwing Peter a smug smile.

“Better luck next time, Parker,” she said, flipping her hair as she walked away.

Despite their constant bickering, there were moments when their rivalry softened. One afternoon, during a group project, they found themselves working late in the library.

“You know,” Peter said, breaking the silence, “you don’t always have to be… like this.”

“Like what?” Y/N asked, not looking up.

Peter hesitated. “Perfect. It’s okay to just be yourself.”

Y/N’s hand froze mid-note, but she quickly recovered, her smile returning. “Why would I settle for ���just myself’ when I can be everything?”

Peter sighed and despite his urges he didn’t leave. for the rest of the night, they worked in silence—until Y/N stole his last slice of pizza, just to prove she could.

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[lovestudies]

IM GOING TO THE PRINCESS OF POWER TOUR IN SEPTEMBER

[zaddyazula]

i genuinely screamed

[instantsandwichkingdom]

JUST SPENT 20 MINUTES MAKING A LIST OF MY FAVORITE TAYLOR SWIFT BRIDGES!!!!!!

[sockpuppet074]

Do any of the 13 of you folks have ideas on what I should draw

[lawmeli]

OH Y GODODO OH MY GODDDD

Anyway, Burr is so Lawrence to me. The little shit that rarely ever chooses a side and has frequent fights with the demon of bisexuality <3<3

turn this into an actual au… you’re onto something

Cardinals? Like the bird?

I recently rewatched Conclave hi

[luckycolor]

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[guildling]

……… .😰😅 semi-personal post

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[via-l0ve]

Hello :) i wanted to know how the SPN boys would react to a plus sized reader? like big boned and curvy?

Plus-Sized reader (SPN pref!)

a/n: as a chubby girl i’ve been so excited to write this!!! i hope you enjoy babes!!!

warnings: plus size reader, i guess slightly suggestive, some tiny angst!

Dean:

dean LOVES your body so much

your thighs are like MMMMHMMMH

and your hip dips are like AHAHHHHHHH

and when you two lay together and he can feel where your side kind of rolls in on itself

he falls in love even more

he seriously thinks you’re the most beautiful person

he def buys you lingere so you can model for him

“pleaseeeee? your curves would look beautiful, sweetheart.”

if you ever feel bad about yourself he will get so sad

"You don't deserve to hate yourself. If you can't learn to appreciate yourself, then let me love you."

he loves you and your curves so much

his seritonin

your stretch marks make dean go fucking crazy

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Sam:

sam fucking ADORES every BIT of you

he can pick you up idc

have you SEEN his muscles?

let him give you piggy back rides and hold you like a bride because he loves it

he loves your whole being

he insists you’re the little spoon so he can feel your whole body against his

he gives you hickeys all over your thighs because they’re just so soft and amazing and his favorite ever

if you ever feel bad about yourself he will just “no.”

"I hate seeing you upset. Don't... don't do this to yourself. I love you,"

he never wants you to doubt yourself

ever

but if you do

you better talk to him

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Castiel:

worships you

all the time

he cuddles into your body 24/7/365

your curves are like heaven to him

he’ll trace your figure with his hands and fingers all the time

“you are gorgeous, my beautiful y/n.”

he just loves you so much

every inch

he dosent understand when you talk bad about yourself

he’s like “wtf you’re so gorgeous… did i miss something?”

he gets sad for you because he wishes you could see yourself how he sees you

“y/n… you are the most amazing person i’ve ever met. your looks are some of gods best work. please, do not doubt yourself again.”

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Crowley:

crowley loves himself a chubby person

he’s just so mesmerized

if you EVER wear fishnets or cropped clothes or anything

he’s on his knees in a SECOND

like i’m so fr

he gets life from looking at and feeling your body

knowing you’re his???

amazing.

he hates it when you talk bad about yourself

stretch marks??? babe. everyone has them. yours are so cute

cellulite? just a map of where you’ve been. it’s gorgeous

Hip dips???? lemmie grab them while i fuck you senseless!!! so so so so so pretty!

he just loves every inch of your pretty body

he buys you clothes that show off more of you

[bugwolfsstuff]

*AHAHHHHHHH*

@sungoddick @fluffanonn

[aroacesigma]

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OGHHMGYGOD IS HE A MERMAIDJHGFHKIG

I VLOE HIM

I LOVE

ILOVE HIM SO MCH THE LITTLE FISH AHAHHHHHHh HIS FACE. HES SO. WTF. AHHHHHH. i need it right now immediatley i want it i wnat. . he lsooks so chill. hes just chillign. ahhfgjhsdhjghj. with the fish

[jackalopedaily]

Jackalope Daily Day 466

I HAD TO DO THIS AS JACKALOPE AND I AM NOT SORRY AHAHHHHHHH chundayo jackalope has my soul and he's not giving it back nonono he has it ok he has it fully and he's keeping it until the end of time. My love for this man only increases by the day Istg dawg. Me when I hop on reaction channels just to see commentary on Jackalope teehee I also read aO3 fics with Jackalope in it I just I I'm I I giggle and kick my feet THATS MY DEVIOUS RABBIT AHHHHH THATS THE LOVE OF MY LIFEEE Anyways guys Amane and Jackalope are soooo father daughter you know you see it you know you agree ohoho you know it OOoOoOOOooo you feel it in your bonesss

no alternative version for this one yet I haven't yet thunked my think