#SMITTEN

[abiwaif]

This was one of my more popular pics on my previous blog. Makes my boobs look so big. Before I get to crazy posting my pics I want to see if Tumblr will restore my previous blog.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Bonus:

[sturnioloshacker]

MY BOYFRIEND IS SO FUCKING PRETTY I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM 😍😍😍😍😍😍

[greeneyed-thestral]

[samsrowena]

sam out here practically twirling his hair and kicking his feet during this entire scene like my guy you are so fucking embarrassing<3

[sighed-the-snake]

Crowley's snake form is based on the red-bellied black snake, found in Australia.

You know how this snake expresses affection? DO YOU KNOW?

CROWLEY BBY WHY YOU RUBBING YOUR CHIN LIKE THAT WHILE STARING AT YOUR GIRL???

[bittenbyyou]

Smitten

High School!AU | Peter Parker x Reader

genre: fluff

description: Just Peter Parker falling for you and coming up with the silliest plan to talk to you more.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: some Spider-Man Homecoming spoilers, Peter being a dork lol

a/n: Hello! This is my first time writing for Peter and I’m such nervous posting it, but I adore him and thought the origin story of how my bf and I got together suited Peter so well. Lol. So enjoy! 

The first time Peter heard about you was in freshman year when you were ranked number one in academics, earning jealous stares from everyone. But not from him; he was rather impressed.

Sophomore year was when your name came up again through his ex-girlfriend, Liz. Turns out you were her partner for an English project, which he didn’t think much of. He was happy with Liz… until he defeated her dad, who turned out to be a villain called “The Vulture”, and she and her mom moved to Oregon afterwards…

Anyway, it was now junior year and for the first time ever, he had a class with you—good ol’ AP U.S. History. 

“Dude, over here,” Ned called out from the first row of seats near the back corner. Peter smiled at his best friend and made his way over, taking the seat behind him.

“Hey Ned.”

“So glad we have another class together.”

“You said it.”

The two made small talk until you arrived, taking the seat next to Ned. He was mutual friends with a lot of your friends, so you felt comfortable sitting next to someone you were at least acquainted with rather than a stranger.

“Hi Ned,” you said sweetly.

“Oh [Y/N], you’re in this class too? Nice!” Ned gestured a hand towards Peter. “This is my best friend, Peter.”

“Peter… Parker, right?” you asked. Peter was surprised you knew his full name, but then remembered Liz. He nodded his head a few too many times, but you found it endearing. 

“Y-Yeah. Hi.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m [Y/N].”

Wow. You were cute.

“Sup losers,” a deadpanned voice said from behind you. You turned around to see MJ, jumping out of your seat to give her a big hug. 

“MJ! We’re in the same class, yay!”

“I know you’re not hugging me this early in the morning,” she said with her index finger raised. 

“You know you love me.”

“Ew.”

She gave you two pats on the back and you let go, giggling at her expression of faux disgust. You returned to your seat, which was in the middle of MJ and Ned. MJ then quickly whipped her head around to look at Peter.

“Sup Parker,” MJ said with a salute of two fingers.

“Hey MJ.”

“You met [Y/N] yet?”

“Yeah, Ned introduced us… you know her too?”

“Met her in an elective. She looked lonely.”

“You make me sound like a loser with no friends,” you said, pouting your lips. 

“I have no friends either.”

“You have me!” you chirped.

“And what about us?” Ned asked, gesturing back and forth to him and Peter.

“Whatever,” MJ brushed off. The three of you laughed while Peter watched, feeling somewhat left out even though he was mentioned. 

“I’m a bit jealous. You all already know each other,” you said. Wow, you said exactly what he was thinking. They knew you, but he didn’t.

“Well the only person you don’t know is Peter and I only met him because of the decathlon. He’s really not all that interesting,” MJ said, smirking in his direction. 

“Are you serious? Peter’s the coolest,” Ned said, hyping him up like a true best friend. “Peter knows Sp—”

“Dude!” Peter exclaimed, hinting at him to shut up with his deadly glare. 

Ned chuckled nervously. “I mean… you’ll get to know him, [Y/N]. And he’ll get to know you.”

*Ding!*

Saved by the bell.

From that day on, the four of you grew closer. Group work was always in teams of four in that class which worked out perfectly. Peter quickly learned you hated presentations because you would freeze up and trip on your words, so he volunteered to present instead just to hear you thank him and flash that sweet smile.

At lunch, Ned always invited you and MJ to join him and that’s when Peter learned how passionate you were about food. Specifically the school’s chicken alfredo. 

“It’s delicious!” you said, doing a little happy dance after eating a forkful of pasta. 

“It’s gross, processed food. Do we even know if it’s chicken?” MJ asked, eyeing the meat on her fork suspiciously. 

“I don’t care, I’m still eating it,” you said, enjoying the noms. 

“Aren’t you lactose intolerant?” Ned asked.

“That’s not stopping me.”

“I’m lactose intolerant,” Peter said without thinking. Everyone stared at him with a variety of expressions. MJ was skeptical, Ned was confused, and you were surprised. 

“I literally saw you eating ice cream yesterday,” MJ pointed out. 

“And his bowels paid for it,” Ned lied. Peter let out a nervous laugh.

“Hah, yeah, I was on the toilet… for hours.” You placed a hand over your mouth, trying your best not to laugh. “But I’m fine now!”

“Are you sure you should be eating lunch today then?” you asked. “Wouldn’t want your bowels to hurt again. I’ll do the honors of reducing food waste and eat it for you.”

MJ and Ned stared at Peter. Well, MJ was daring him to eat it with her piercing eyes while Ned gave him a knowing look.

“You can have it,” Peter said warmly, sliding his tray of food over to you.

“Yay!” you cheered. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Because honestly seeing you eat and doing that happy dance again filled him up more than any food could. You were too cute.

Peter was sure of it. He definitely had a crush on you. It took him until almost the end of first semester to realize it, but he knew now. 

He liked how smart you were. The way you answered any question the teacher threw at you so flawlessly was a mystery to him because history bored him. 

He liked how funny you were. The way you were passionately defending why mayo was the superior condiment against MJ and her love for ketchup made him die of laughter. 

He liked how kind you were. The way you helped another girl plan a dance for her quinceanera despite having so much homework. 

He liked how cute you were. The way you fell asleep in class after being the first to finish your test. 

He even liked how clueless you were. The way you knew absolutely nothing about Star Wars but still allowed him to ramble on and on about it in class and listen to him with a caring heart. 

Yup. He definitely liked you. 

A lot.

But he didn’t know how to tell you. You two didn’t hang out outside of school at all and he was so darn shy. It wasn’t until he and MJ hung out at Ned’s place one day when an opportunity arose. You were invited to his house as well, but you declined because of some projects you left till the last minute. 

The trio were building Legos and at one point Ned had to go downstairs and help his lola cook dinner while MJ and Peter remained upstairs. She was sitting on Ned’s bed while Peter was on the floor continuing to build the Lego Death Star. 

“I’m going to give you some advice, Pete,” MJ started to say. Peter looked up at her in confusion.

“About what?”

“About [Y/N].”

His eyes started to wander around the room. “W-What about [Y/N]?”

“What do you think about her?”

“What do I think a-about her? What’s not to think, she’s sweet. She’s nice. She’s kind.”

“Those are synonyms.”

“She’s smart. God, she is so smart, and she gets my jokes and actually laughs at them and—”

“Yup. You like her.”

His face fell. “No… No… No~.”

“So should I call her for you?” She whipped out her phone and Peter panicked.

“Don’t!”

“Why not? You have got to talk to her.”

“I do talk to her.”

“Outside of school,” MJ specified. “I have her number if you want it.”

“No, she’ll find it weird if I text her out of nowhere.”

“So you’re going to continue staring at her when she’s not looking like a total creep?”

“I don’t… I don’t stare,” Peter mumbled. MJ rolled her eyes at his denial.

“You do,” she teased. “Look, I’m going to the restroom. Here’s my phone. Do whatever you’d like with it.”

If Peter was a creep, then MJ was a psychopath because who would let anyone use their phone so freely? He still took the device from her hands and waited until he was alone to tap your name in MJ’s messages. His heart was racing at the thought of having your number, but he didn’t feel ready for it. 

So… he did something else.

5:44 PM | MJ🖤: Hey 🙂

Yikes. He really was a creep.

5:45 PM | You 😇: Hi MJ! What’s up? Did y’all finish building the Legos?

Peter smiled to himself at your enthusiastic greeting. 

5:45 PM | MJ🖤: No, not yet. Ned left us to help with dinner. How are you?

Your next reply didn’t come as fast this time. Peter panicked, wondering if he said something weird. Then again, this whole situation was borderline crazy.

5:49 PM | You 😇: I’m doing my homework. It’s so boring. Wish I was with you all. 🥺

5:50 PM | MJ🖤: We wish you were here too. 💖

Peter saw the thought bubble with three dots pop up, eagerly waiting for your reply. 

5:50 PM | You 😇: Hey MJ… I have a question.

5:50 PM | MJ🖤: Go for it.

5:50 PM | You 😇: Who are you? Lol.

Shit. Shit. Shit. You knew. Oh my god, Peter’s life was over. He got up off the floor and started pacing around the room in panic. 

5:51 PM | You 😇: I know you’re not MJ… so either you stole her phone and I’m going to have to report you for identity theft or she let you use her phone. 

5:53 PM | MJ🖤 : Okay, it’s Peter. Don’t report me. 🥺

He held his breath for your next response, facepalming himself for getting caught so fast.

5:53 PM | You 😇: Peter, why are you pretending to be MJ? If you wanted to text me, I could’ve just given you my number. Haha.

5:53 PM | MJ🖤 : Wait, really? I’m sorry. Idk why I did that.😅

5:53 PM | You 😇: Yeah. Here’s my number XXX-XXX-XXXX. Please text me as yourself. Lolol. 

Peter had the biggest grin spread across his face as he fell onto Ned’s bed in relief. He couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. By some miracle he did it. He got your number… he actually got your number. 

“Why are you staring at my phone like a creepy serial killer?” He looked up to see MJ leaning against Ned’s door frame. 

“Uh… I got her number?”

“How?”

“... You’re going to kill me.”

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x7 | 2x10 | 3x6

[taylorhissed]

Smitten Dreamers' Dress ♡

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Smitten

@wolfstarmicrofic February 27, word count 316

Previous part First part

Madam Pomfrey found them both fast asleep, snuggled up in the hospital bed. She didn’t have the heart to wake them up, so she put the green privacy curtains around them and left them to sleep off the full moon. 

Eventually, she had to wake them as the sun was beginning to dip to the other side of the sky. She provided them with a plate of sandwiches and a pitcher of pumpkin juice, along with two goblets. She then busied herself with her other duties. Sirius stared after her in awe. 

“You know what, Moony?” He asked as Remus stuffed another ham sandwich into his mouth whole. Unable to answer, Remus shrugged his shoulders. “I have a new found love for that woman.” He took a sip from his goblet. “In fact, I think you could say I am smitten with her. She is a goddess, and I’ll have no one say anything harsh about her.” Remus snorted. 

“What like yourself, who, if I remember correctly, called her a sallow-faced old titan.” Sirius hurriedly stuffed another sandwich into Remus’s mouth. 

“Hush, she might hear you, and I can’t have her know it wasn’t love at first sight!” Remus choked down what was in his mouth. 

“You leaving me for Poppy then?” He asked, trying to hide the smile creeping across his face. 

“Oh. But if she’d only have me. But alas, you’re stuck with me, Remus, my love.” Remus kissed him chastely before grabbing another sandwich. 

“I can do stuff for you that Poppy Pomfrey would lose her head overhearing” Sirius was suddenly on top of him. “That quickly your love for Pomfrey is gone?” Remus laughed under Sirius’s many kisses. 

“Pomfrey, who? I only have eyes for my Moony.” 

Madam Pomfrey promptly threw them out when she caught them messing about, and they made their way back up to Gryffindor Tower hand in hand.  

Next part

[zsbrainrot]

Every time Rei smiles Kazuki falls a little more in love 💕

(Closeup of their faces cause I’m proud of how they turned out)

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

[velvetcloak]

Dose of Roses Dress | Smitten

[exhausted-think-bucket]

"Smitten, I believe" says Aziraphale, with his face being the other dictionary definition of the word

Gif by @dailyflicks

[sheafrotherdon]

“Yusuf,” whispered Nicolo. “Yusuf, are you awake?”

Yusuf whined unhappily. “Sadly, yes.”

Nicolo said nothing.

Yusuf let out a long, slow breath. “What is it?”

Nicolo, sitting cross-legged beside their campfire, shifted as though uncomfortable. “I fear I am ill.”

“Ill?” Yusuf pushed himself up from his bed roll to sit and look at Nicolo better.

Nicolo nodded.

Their camp was undisturbed – there was no acrid smell of vomit, no stench of emptied bowels, and Nicolo did not look feverish. He was perhaps pale, but it was hard to tell given his usual countenance and the effect of firelight on his face.  “Ill,” Yusuf repeated.

“Something has been wrong for a long time,” Nicolo offered. “I have not said anything for fear of worrying you, but. . . “ He lifted his hand to his chest, flexing his fingers over the spot where, no doubt, his heart beat quickly.

“Nico. We do not get sick.”

“This is not true.”

“We may experience a purging of something that would do us harm, we have demonstrated this in vivid fashion all too often,” Yusuf said, scrubbing his hands over his face. “But true sickness? In all these years we have not suffered, despite walking through plague.”

“It is not the plague,” Nicolo said firmly.

“Then what is it?” Yusuf asked.

Nicolo looked over toward him. “My stomach is constantly unsettled and spoils my appetite,” he said at last. “My heart beats wildly for no reason – there is no danger, and yet it will not cease its clatter.”

“Oh?” Yusuf offered.

“My palms –” And Nicolo held up one hand as if to demonstrate, “—sweat, and my skin prickles. I cannot catch my breath. Sometimes . . .”  He shook his head mournfully. “I tremble.”

Yusuf felt his own heart pick up its pace, hope unfurling inside his chest like first sunlight. “Is there . . . do you feel this all the time?”

“No.” Nicolo shook his head. “It comes and goes; it steals upon me in the night on watch; it seizes me when I follow you along these overgrown paths; I wake from dreams and . . . “ He stopped, swallowed, and his cheeks pinked.

“Nico.”  Yusuf pushed off his blanket and moved to sit at Nicolo’s side. “This does not sound like illness.”

“No?”

“No.” Yusuf gathered up all the courage inside him and reached out to touch Nicolo’s face. “Or if it is, I too am sick.”

Nicolo looked suddenly alarmed, his hand coming up to wrap around Yusuf’s wrist.

Yusuf smiled at him. “Do not worry. I may know a cure.”

Nicolo frowned, looking as serious as Yusuf had ever seen him, and Yusuf had only a moment to watch that expression change as he leaned in and pressed his lips to Nicolo’s own. It was a soft kiss, short, and as Yusuf pulled away Nicolo protested, humming, his free hand grabbing Yusuf’s elbow. “Wait,” he whispered.

Yusuf did so, watching Nicolo as his gaze drifted between Yusuf’s eyes and his mouth.  “Yes?”

Nicolo pulled in a breath and leaned forward, kissing Yusuf gracelessly until Yusuf tilted his head and their lips slid together. It was far from the best kiss in which Yusuf had participated, but no kiss could compare in summoning such joy to Yusuf’s heart that he thought it might burst.

“I am embarrassed to realize that I . . . that we -- all this time? It was this?” Nicolo asked as they parted, and Yusuf laughed out loud.

“My best beloved,” he said simply, and Nicolo smiled hesitantly, hopefully, and they kissed again.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]