A story for all you Jurassic Park loving peeps out there. I learned about
this in my Disaster Response and Emergency Preparedness course that I
just started. In 1992, Jurassic Park was finishing filming on the
island of Kaua'i in Hawai'i. The final day was scheduled for September
11. However, brewing out in the Pacific and headed straight for Hawai'i
was Category 4 Hurricane Iniki. The crew had been keeping an eye on it,
but it was expected that Iniki would turn its course slightly. The
afternoon of September 10, however they were informed that it was going
to make landfall in a few hours, impacting Kaua'i with the main brunt of
it. The crew of hundreds was ordered into the basement of the hotel
they were staying in, and they waited it out that night. (Rather
hilariously, Richard Attenborough slept through the whole ordeal where
others were awake, huddled together and fearing for their lives. When
Spielberg asked him about it, he answered, “My dear boy, I survived the
blitz!” I guess after that, a little hurricane is just pleasant white
noise.) The next day, after the storm had passed, the whole island
was in shambles. Infrastructure was totally destroyed, electricity was
entirely knocked out, and radio service was down. The crew had escaped
harm, luckily, though the sets were totally destroyed. That’s actually
why we don’t see any of Ray Arnold’s journey to the power shed, because
that set was ruined during the storm. Anyway, I digress. The crew
comes out of their basement shelter to find total devastation and a city
in disarray. Even though help would be arriving soon, since the
National Weather Service had been monitoring the storm and knew the
island was hit, there would be no way for the relief efforts to begin
with the infrastructure so heavily damaged. Airstrips and landing pads
had also been demolished in the storm, and hospitals were without power.
There was also no (rather, just severely limited) way to move the
debris that was keeping citizens from aid. EXCEPT a gigantic, highly
skilled and intelligent film crew with lots of industrial equipment and
literally nothing better to do. Within hours of the storm’s
passing, the film crew personnel had dug out their bulldozers and
cranes, jury rigged up whatever else they needed from the animatronics,
and began blazing a path through the wreckage to the air strip where
they cleared the whole landing site, then began working on major city
streets. They also used their set generators to help restore power to
critical city functions, and their satellite phones to call for extra
assistance from the mainland (after they had evacuated their cast, of
course). Even though the ships and helicopters arrived to take the
crew home that day, as planned, many (if not most) of the crew stayed on
Kaua'i to assist in cleanup and relief efforts. It’s estimated by
Emergency Management officials and experts that if the crew had not been
there, the recovery efforts would have been delayed by as much as 3
weeks, as little as 3 days, and several hundred people would have died
in the aftermath of Hurricane Iniki.
Hollywood gets a bad rep for being selfish, but they can save lives and I think that’s really cool.
you know, i like to think of those times when isak and even eat lunch together in the cafeteria and then they have afternoon classes, and isak has biology and he always arrives earlier so he can go over his readings, the room is empty and it’s easier to concentrate. and isak sits right there at the back of the class, next to the window. and even sits by the window as isak takes out a textbook from his backpack. and it’s spring and it’s a sunny day and even looks outside and thinks of what they could do after class. go for a walk, go to the park maybe. because yes, even loves swings and once he grabbed isak’s hand and told him, “we’re going swinging” and isak whined but still followed him, smiled when even sat on the swing and said “let’s go!” as he slowly started to rock back and forth. and maybe they’ll grab burgers and eat them on a bench outside, and even will take off the ketchup on the corner of isak’s lips with one of his fries, grin at him before shoving it in his mouth. today is bright and beautiful, and even thinks it has that in common with isak
and even turns around and looks at isak, his feet barely dangling above the floor, and he tells him “come here” and isak is still looking down at his textbook, and he’s got a small smile on his face as he says “hold on, i’m done with this section in a minute”. and when he is, he stands up and rests his hands on even’s thighs, settles between them. and even strokes isak’s nose with his, his mouth ghosting over isak’s and isak’s hands go up and up until they’re gently grabbing even’s face. and their lips touch as students come in, and then sana arrives and sits at her seat, the one next to isak’s and she’s clearing her throat, twice, and that’s when isak finally turns around, a slightly annoyed look on his face until he notices that it’s sana
and isak and even both say hey, smile on their face and in their voice and sana asks even how he’s doing today, and he tells her he’s doing well. and isak asks “don’t you wanna know how i, the best biology partner you’ll ever have, am doing?” and sana shakes her head and says “we have the whole class ahead of us isak, but even has to go because class starts in…” she looks at her watch and adds “four minutes” and even’s eyes widen a little and he grabs his backpack and he kisses isak’s cheek quickly and tells sana “it was nice seeing you sana, have a nice day. let’s all grab lunch together soon, okay?” and sana smiles and nods. and even is out of the classroom. and looking at sana as she opens her notebook, isak feels thankful to have her as a friend. and when he quickly glances outside the window right before class starts, he also thinks that it’s a bright and beautiful day today, and that he can’t wait to spend the rest of it with even
Request; Hey could you do a Zach Dempsey smut where you find him jerking off and offer to help him. Also i really love the Musical fingers imagine.Btw I don’t know if you do 13rw Characters but if you don’t you could just turn it into a reggie mantle one Thanks in advance.
A/N; Let me tell you guys how this is another version of this imagine because the first one I was doing my computer shut down in the middle of it so I had to rewrite the whole thing but yesss I do 13rw imagines I love that show and all the characters.In other news I write other things not just smut. I can write fluff romance drama just tell me what you want sis or bro. Idk ask for a part 2 if yah want i lowkey feel this is short but at the same time long idkk
REQUEST ARE OPEN
Warnings;smut,sin, sin,sin ,more sin, jacking off ,blowjobs blah, blah, blah
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon one of those day in April when the weather is cooperating. A day meant to go out , the park. shopping , walking it doesn’t matter as long as you go somewhere to enjoy the weather.Where was I going not anywhere I wished to go. I was walking down the street no not on my way to the park to enjoy this lovely warm weather instead I was stuck studying for a final tomorrow with my study partner Zach Dempsey. Yes you heard right the Zach Dempsey star player of the basketball team.Unlike his teammates he was actually I laid back guy.He knew what mattered.He was pretty smart for a sports guy, He worried about his grades as much as he worried about sports.He wanted to be a biologist or something like that. He told me on one of our study session, I honestly can’t remember correctly maybe I was too busy drooling over the hottie, maybe that’s the problem I’m too distracted by him. I mean the guy is fit from head to toe, I guess sports really do pay off. Oh if he knew the dreams I have about him and how I fantasize over his lips being on mine. Zach and I have weird friendship we are always flirting with each other and making sexual innuendos but we have never made contact that wasn’t just the friend type even though I wished we had. I was early to our study date I was sure Zach wouldn’t mind my parents went out and I didn’t want to be home alone. Zach has texted me earlier to just walk in when I got there. Zach parents were out of town and they took his little sister with them so it was just going to be me and Zach.I reached the long driveway of the Dempsey home and decided to let myself in.Walking up the driveway I remember all the time Zach has come to open the door for me.How he’s always wearing a shirt that hugs his bodily perfectly showing off all his muscles and how his sweatpants always hang low on his hips. He looks mesmerizing each time. I reach the door opening it slowly trying to remember the way to Zach’s room. I’ve been in this house couple of time but the house is a mansion figuring out your way through it is like trying to get out of a maze each time.Making my way up the endless stairs I start to remember the way to his room. When I reach the top of the stairs I hear a something that sounds exactly like a moan. Immediately I regret my decision of showing up early. What if Zach had someone over? I wouldn’t want to interrupt anything.My mind told me to get out of there but my feet wouldn’t listen they had a mind of their own and I slowly walk towards the door Zach moans got louder and I gotta admit they sounded enticing.Tempted to see what was happening inside I decided to look through the breach of the door. The view was captivating and alluring, Zach was pleasing himself his muscles clenching his hair was damped and little droplets of sweat decorated his forehead and his eyebrows were furrowed.His hand moving up and down his exquisite cock and in that moment I desired that my mouth was his hand. As a gasp left his mouth I couldn’t hold it any longer my heart palpitated and I felt my body heat up the place in between my legs throbbing for attention.A sudden wave of confidence flowed through me as I stepped into the room speaking up.
“ Need a hand “ I say confidently
Zach is shocked he pulls his pants up in one swift movement turning the chair to face the opposite way that i’m standing.
“ wha… what did you say ?” he says stuttering
I start walking towards him “I asked if you needed help with that” I said standing in front of him. I sit on his lap and slowly kiss his jawline
“ like I said I could help but only if you want” I swing my legs to straddle him and get close to his ear I start nibbling on it slightly “Let’s be honest Dempsey you want this as much as I do so what are you waiting for” I say and I start kissing his jawline again.He grabs my hips firmly making me me grind on his bulge. I let out a gasp from the sudden contact. we craved each other. I look up at him his eyes darker full of lust the intensity between us growing. He harshly pulls my face to his crashing our lips together and a surge of electricity runs through me.The kiss was passionate and lustful at the same time. Like we had been waiting for this forever and like it will last for eternity. I pull away short of breath and see Zach smirking.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that for” he says panting.I get on my knees making eye contact with him eager to have his luscious cock in my mouth my core burning with desire at every touch.I glidle my hand across his bulge and he hisses. I massage it slowly through his boxers. The anticipation of having him in my mouth is killing me but I also want to tease him. I slowly pull down his sweats and he kicks them off he’s only in boxers now giving me a better view.I take off his boxers looking up at him and batting my lashes I take him in my hands and he bucks his hips upward putting more of himself in my hand I pump him a few times before putting his savory tip in my mouth a suck the tip slowly and he lets out a throaty moan. I take him in my mouth as much as I can slowly bobbing my head up and down he starts thrusting his cock in my mouth making me moan which sends vibrations onto him.He forcefully pulls my hair into a pony tails guiding me. He hits the back of my throat and I gag. I can hear him cursing under his breath and I know he’s close. The view is consuming , he’s furrowing his eyebrows his mouth slightly open letting string of curse words fall from it once in awhile I moan at the thought of having him come undone inside my mouth. I feel him twitch so I moan again. I feel his milky liquid in my mouth and I greedily savor his taste, his delicious cock still throbbing in my mouth.He lets go of my hair I wipe the corners of my mouth and get up.I sit on his lap again pulling his lips to mine kissing him passionately.
“Damn Y/N I didn’t know you were such a freak”
he says still short if breath
“Actually there a lot of things you don’t know about me Dempsey” I say smirking.I get up from the chair and start walking towards the door but Zach grabs me and throws me on the bed pinning me down.
“now its my turn to make you feel good” he says kissing my neck
I’ve been falling in love with girls since before I even knew falling in love with girls was something I was allowed to do. Sometimes, these girls’ lives would intertwine with mine for just a fractional part of our lives - the girl I met in the park once when I was eight, with her long blonde hair, for example, or the girl with the stunning blue eyes at the week long gymnastics camp I’d gone to that summer. Other times, they’d be in my life for the long haul, like the girl who was in my class the whole way through primary school who made my heart beat faster every time I asked for one of her felt pens. Or the girl in Mrs C’s class with the smile I couldn’t help but stare at every time I looked at yearbook photos. Now and again, they’d be sort of inbetween - my violin teacher, who I saw once a week who sort of smelled like jasmine, or the girl in the year above me who always wore Converse to school even though we weren’t allowed. When she graduated a year before me, I missed seeing her brown curls bounce as she walked into assembly every Wednesday morning.
But yet, this love never seemed like love. “What was love?” I asked myself when I was ten or eleven. Love was what I felt for the boy in the pantomime I’d gone to see who was decently attractive and around my age. Love was what I felt for the boy in my form class in first year. “I could love him,” I told myself as the sunlight hit his face one Tuesday morning in Home Ec. Love was what I felt for boys, what I’d have felt for my boyfriend had I been pretty enough to get one, what I’d feel for my husband when I got older. But I never really did feel it.
What if love to me was what I felt for the girl who sat across from me in Biology who was so beautiful I became “jealous” of her? What if love was why I couldn’t help staring at that third year girl every Thursday afternoon as we passed in the corridor before Maths? What if love to me meant girls?
I mean, I had pondered why girls had to love smelly old boys in the canteen line aged six. Eventually, I acknowledged that my brief infatuation with other girls was, in fact, infatuation.
From my violin teacher, the girl in the park, the girl in my class when I was seven, eight, nine, to the waitress at that restaurant in town who said my shirt was cute last week. To the girl who’d said my eyes were pretty on Instagram on Wednesday. To the girl in the changing rooms before netball practice yesterday who said my long hair was beautiful.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving girls. And yeah, sometimes it shocks me how the strength of my love didn’t break through the secrets and the lies and gravitate me towards that realisation sooner, but I guess the only thing that can bury love that strong is hate even stronger.
random thoughts I had at 3am some night last week
woah man you shouldn't objectify her like that she is more than just her looks
aw shit sorry dude what i meant to say was 'damnnnnnn she looks like a wonderful person with many interesting hobbies and talents that i would love to spend an afternoon at a dog park with!!!!!'
Rosie’s tiny hands are hot and eager, waiting for the envelopes. Mycroft, crouching, passes them to her from the inner pocket of his jacket with stern solemnity. She grins at him, unsubtly delighted with their complicity. As she turns away, Greg offers Mycroft his hand to rise.
Sherlock blocks the light at the right-hand window, choosing the room’s furthest space, as ever when his brother visits. Hands busy with his violin – not playing – were Rosie not here, he would be scraping the strings in a cacophany of unwelcoming noise.
John, on the sofa, makes wide eyes as his daughter gives him the smudged envelope. “Daddy,” she says gleefully as she places it into his waiting hands. Inside ‘To Daddy, Happy Father’s Day!!!!! I love you, Rosie’ wobbles across the page. It looks as though the apostrophe may have been added later. The front of the card is a drawing of two men and a small girl at the park. The ducks are terrifyingly large.
John chuckles and looks up, ready to praise Rosie for her artwork, but she is at the window. Sherlock stares down. Rosie stares up. The violin thocks onto the table more carelessly than John has ever heard. Sherlock takes the envelope, and stray glitter from the front of the card dances like dust motes in the afternoon rays at the window. Sherlock blinks, and blinks.
“Daddy?” Rosie sounds less sure, now, and John gets up from the sofa to take her hand. Her expression is inquiring, a little worried.
“It’s okay,” says John, lifting her up. “It’s okay,” he repeats into her hair, the soft baby skin at her temple. “He’s just thinking.”
“Is he in his mind palace?”
“I suppose – he could be. Like that, maybe.” John’s other hand finds Sherlock’s upper arm, a careful touch to the fabric of his shirt. “Sherlock?”
Sherlock’s blinks are more like coming alive, now, and Rosie’s bottom lip is a little wobblier than it could be.
“Didn’t you like the card, Papa?” asks Rosie, and it’s the first time she’s said it, and John is suddenly more aware of every atom of his body than he has ever been before. The back of Sherlock’s hand against his chest is a trail of fire and then Rosie is lifted from him.
“It is a work of art,” Sherlock says seriously, and she curls close to his chest. “What a lot of glitter,” he adds admiringly, eyes catching his brother’s.
“Anthea is having my suit dry-cleaned for the second time,” says Mycroft drily.
They stand close, and no-one can see, but Mycroft’s hand is in the small of Greg’s back, thumb describing gentle circles.
John, looking anywhere but at Sherlock, watches Greg’s complicated expression, the way his eyes follow Rosie and – and her Papa.
Rosie tells Sherlock how much glitter was in Mycroft’s kitchen by the time she’d finished making her card.
“Tea?” asks John, shoulders back, spine straight.
Greg joins him. He takes a little too long to fetch the milk from the fridge. John holds the kettle’s handle through the last few moments of the boil, soothed by the familiar rumble, the predictable click.
“You’ve not thought about it?” John’s hand is steady as he pours four mugs of tea. No-one actually assented to it in the summer warmth of the central London flat. Still.
Greg glances at him, then away. His voice is tight, an attempt at his usual chuckle. “Too late for all that.”
John concentrates on pouring the milk, then passes two mugs to Greg. Picking up two himself, he turns and looks at the double silhouette in the window.
“It’s not.” He half-shakes his head, and flicks his eyes to Greg’s. “It’s not.”
Friday night while hubby and sons were at the basketball games in the city. I was working “overtime” at the store with Teddy. After we closed Teddy was going to take me out for dinner when his friend Matt showed up. The 3 of use had a nice dinner at the Marriott and then they took me up to a room. In the room they took turns one fucking my pussy the other getting blowjobs, I took each one in the mouth then got them hard again and after teddy filled my pussy Matt took his turn and as teddy said he topped my off. I came 3 times with them. We went out to the parking lot and after Matt drove away teddy took me home. On the way home he was saying who cock do you love, making me say how much i love his cock and the way he uses me. After a while Teddy joked and said your are so horny for cock i bet you couldn’t even tell what cock is mine. I told him how great his cock felt and can tell. He dropped me off back at the store and i drove home that night completely satisfied. Sunday afternoon i was home relaxing some great alone time as Hubby and the boys were back to the city for basketball games. I was laying in the sofa watching TV when the doorbell rang. I got up and it was Teddy, i immediately got wet. He came in and gave me a nice big kiss, and told me he was thinking about the ride home Friday and still thinking that I couldnt tell his cock. When i told him i could he said let see and told me to strip and go up on my bed. I did exactly what he said and went upstairs and got ready for him. He took a while to get up stairs but when he did i went right for his pants and for his cock. He stopped me and said let see if you can and he took out a blindfold and put it on me and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then it got hot, i heard teddy and then others whispering , teddy stood in front of me and said lets see if you can pick out my cock. and the next thing i knew there was a nice hard cock rubbing on my lips. I started sucking and knew right away it wasn’t Teddy uncut cock. After he came in mouth the next one got in front of me. I ended up sucking 5 cocks and knew that teddy was the 4th cock. He said it was easy with blowjobs and then told me to get on all fours on the bed and one by one they fucked me doggie. i came a lot while they took turns fucking me, but after they were all done, it was close between the 1st and 3rd cock but i figured teddy would go 1st and i was right. i fell on the bed after the last one came. and just laid there exhausted for a few minutes. When i sat up teddy took off the blindfold and when I looked around all his friends were gone. Teddy then said he was wrong and that i really did love his cock. I got up and there was a big wet spot on the bed and teddy told me not to clean it until tomorrow since it was on hubby side of the bed. We went back down stairs and i expected to see all his friends but everyone left. I asked teddy who was it and he would not tell me. He said just keep wondering but then he said it cold be anyone and 3 of them were new cocks. After he left I took a shower but i couldn’t stop thinking who it was i sucked and fucked that afternoon.
A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! Idk if anyone knew but I was going through some rough patches for a little while. Gonna try to write on a regular basis now. Anyways, here is the final part. There will be an epilogue! Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥
Word Count: 2,101
Warnings: - language, maybe?
Tags: (at the end)
*gif is not mine.
Bucky followed you around the next morning like a lost puppy. He was nervous, constantly biting his nails, his hands fidgeting. You drank at least three cups of coffee, trying to keep your mind clear and alert for the sure shit storm that was going to be this trial. You had put out all the stops to pull these strings; normally, cases like this didn’t go to trial for months. But you knew people and, although you didn’t exercise that privilege often, you were glad it was there.
“I was sentimental about many things: a woman’s shoes under the bed; one
hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said, “I’m going to
pee …”; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in
the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of
drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide;
eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out of
nowhere; feeling miracles in the air; being in a parked car together;
comparing past loves at 3 am; being told you snore, hearing her snore;
mothers, daughters, sons, cats, dogs; sometimes death and sometimes
divorce, but always carrying on, always seeing it through; reading a
newspaper alone in a sandwich joint and feeling nausea because she’s now
married to a dentist with an I.Q. of 95; racetracks, parks, park
picnics; even jails; her dull friends, your dull friends; your drinking,
her dancing; your flirting, her flirting; her pills, your fucking on
the side, and her doing the same.”
I neeeeed more flirty Jeff imagines!!!! Maybe with a kiss at the end? The rest is completely up to you😘
Can you please please please do a part two to hey princess.
do a fluffy Jeff but please don’t let him die
for the jeff atkins imagines can i get one for his and the readers first date. like they go to rosie’s or the movies. anything really as long as it’s super fluffy. thank youuuu
You saw Jeff waiting by your locker at the end of the day.
“Finally” he said with a smile.
“Aw, poor Atkins. He thought I wasn’t coming” you mocked. Jeff laughed. Oh, God, that laugh…
“Actually, yes. I was afraid you could change your mind about this” you smiled, he was so cute.
“Of course no. I’m ready, are we walking to Monet’s or…?”
“My car. Follow me to the parking lot, princess” he said with a funny voice, making you laugh.
The journey to Monet’s was really nice. You discovered that he was a huge fan of Oasis, just like you and you learned that his favourite song was ‘Don’t look back in anger’. Then you two had a playful argument because he said Liam was better than Noel.
“C’mon, Jeff. Noel is the one who wrote most of the songs. He is a lyrical genius” you said while exiting the car.
“Princess, I really like you but Liam Gallagher is God to me, so you have to stop or you are gonna break my heart” he said, opening the door for you.
“Oh, who knew that Jeff Atkins could be a gentleman? But if you think it’ll help, stop trying. Noel is the best one” Jeff let out a loud laugh.
“You are gonna be the death of me, Y/N”
You two found a place to sit in the corner. Monet’s was full of people from the school and you really didn’t want rumours about you and Jeff dating to spread. The corner was perfect.
“I’m gonna order. What do you want, princess?” he asked.
“Coffee and cake for me please” You said with a sweet smile. He smiled back at you and went to order. You were feeling relaxed in the car but now you were starting to feel nervous. Really fucking nervous.
You’re in a date with Jeff Atkins. Jeff, your crush since you were around ten years old. You never thought you’d ever have a chance with him but here you were. C’mon Y/N, do not screw this up.
“What are you daydreaming about? Don’t tell me you’re already fantasising about me naked, Y/L/N?” you were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t sae him come back from the till.
“Stop dreaming, Atkins”
“You always say that. What do have against dreams, huh?” he joked.
“Actually, I’m always dreaming. My mum says I should be more realistic” you explained. You were always daydreaming, most of the time about Jeff.
“Reality is overvalued” he said. You agreed.
“What’s your dream? he took a long breathe.
“I want to be a professional baseball player. But I don’t know if I’m good enough”
“Dude, you’re awesome at baseball” you said “I’ve seen you play. You should apply to Vanderbilt. They have the best baseball program in the country”
“How do you know so much about Vanderbilt?” he looked impressed.
“My dad loves baseball. We watch it together so I know a lot about it” you winked at him.
“Can we get married already?” you laughed.
The afternoon had passed quickly between jokes and laughs. You learned a lot about Jeff, he was really nice and he cared so much about his family and friends.
As the clock struck 7, you both knew that it was time to go home. Jeff parked outside your house but you didn’t move from your seat.
“So… I had a good time” “I lied” you both spoke at the same time. You looked at him confused
“When I told you that I only have one dream. I lied, I have two”
“Oh, okay. Well, what’s your other dream?”
“ To kiss you”
“Dreams should come true, don’t you think?” you smiled, getting closer to him. Jeff didn’t hesitate to lean it.
Kissing Jeff made you feel a mix of emotions. You felt something explode inside you, and its better than anything you could have ever imagine.
“God” he says as you two broke away “you are amazing”
“I know” you tried to play it cool but your hands were shaking and as soon as he noticed it, he took your hands into his and smiled.
“So.. what do you think about a second date, princess?”
“I say yes to that. And yes to the third and the fourth and…” he interrumped you with another kiss.
****** I did some research on some of the songs for this story so I’m actually doing research now for one shots what has my life become. I hope you all know the extensiveness that has started to go into this craziness you’re all welcome damn.
Harry kept his album from you for quite some time. You instantly asked to listen to it, obviously, and after talking with Anne on the phone once you’d broke the news of your engagement to your families, you were shocked to find that Harry had already played it for her.
“You played it for your mum?” you cried, “What is so wrong about it that you can’t play it for me? What did I do?” you begged.
Harry just watched you fall apart while sitting in that damn yellow seat, smirking as you fumed at him and paced back and forth.
“How am I supposed to support you and sing along when I haven’t even heard your music?” you whined. You had gotten into his habit of twirling around your engagement ring whenever you were nervous, and Harry joked that if you kept doing that then you were accidentally going to lose it at some point.
“I want it to be special,” Harry said, standing from the seat and resting his hands on your shoulders, giving you a sincere smile as he used his index finger to lift your chin. “Don’t pout, angel,” he mimicked your pout. “I promise you’ll love it.”
Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo
Young!avenger x Peter Parker?
Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way.
“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked.
You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city.
“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do.
“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room.
“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same.
Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were.
When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.”
An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it.
“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy.
“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you.
“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat.
“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?”
He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning. You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.
You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by.
“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.
He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building.
“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit.
“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books.
“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face.
“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk.
“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?
“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.
“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building.
“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him.
“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other.
“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his.
“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said.
He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.”
You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you.
You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face.
“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon.
Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower.
“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand.
“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building.
You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself.
From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself.
“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”
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Summary:The Aogiri kids share an enjoyable afternoon playing with Touka and Kaneki at the park, until one of the kids decides to give them a punishment.
Rating: Cute, fluffy! |Words: 2,612 words | If you like it, please reblog! ♥
A/N: what a shitty title oh my godhello everyone! I made a post asking to vote three touken prompts that I was planning to write this week. Surprisingly, the aogiri+touken kids was the winner! so here it is. It’s a bit short, I was planning to write it as a headcanon instead but it turned out to be a bit longer, I was running out of ideas and I’m not sure if this is good enough, but it was fun to write anyway.
thank you all for voting the fic and don’t worry if the one you wanted didn’t win, i will be writing those very soon! excuse any grammar mistakes&enjoy! <3
“You have to hug Onii-chan for ten seconds!”
Kaneki coughs, touching the back of his head.
One of the boys drags the girl by the arm, trying to stop her.
“I told you this was a bad id—”
“You have to hug!” she ignores her friend and walks towards Touka, pushing her from the back against Kaneki.
your body is a place to stay by jonghyunslisterine Summary: In which Jungkook juggles a five-year-old daughter, Jimin the pretty bookstore employee, and coworkers who like to tease him too much. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8753545
i know that you’ve been waiting for it (i’m waiting too) by Chlexcer Summary: It started off as a fairly innocent thing. (As innocent as making a friend and fellow bandmate dance to explicitly sexual songs and proceeding to grind against him in the practice room could be, at least.) Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10506804/chapters/23183916
love kinda bites (but i’ll bite back) by cygnus (lucid_wisteria) Summary: Jungkook blinked, let what he said sink in, and then proceeded to burst into shrill laughter. That was Taehyung for you, spewing the most absurd and preposterous shit ever from his half-baked mouth. Love? Him? In love? Unbelievable. Completely impossible. The thought of being in love with Park Jimin made him laugh even harder, but then he abruptly stopped. Wait what. “What.” - In which Jungkook takes the Ice Age (or a hickey, really) to finally realize that The One he’s been looking for has always been by his side. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10434933/chapters/23039517
Like Ships In The Night by Pinkworld Summary: “Then there’s that last part of me that just wants to throw itself into your arms and receive anything you’re willing to give, savoring it for however short or long it lasts.” “And here I was thinking it was a simple matter. A matter of ‘yes’ or 'no’.” Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7711516/chapters/17572759
Constraint by Harlot Summary: Jungkook is young and he is more acquainted with confusion and poor-decision-making than he’d like to admit. Despite being only 19 years old, he sometimes argues that he’s been through and seen some shit. He is never sure where he’s going to end up and he’s not entirely sure what kind of future is waiting for him. He is often not sure of a lot but he is certain—absolutely certain—that he’s not gay. Alternatively, a story in which Jungkook meets Park Jimin and doesn’t like him whatsoever. There’s just something about him… there’s just so much about him. Jungkook really can’t stand him. In fact, he can’t stand him so much he can’t quite seem to get him off of his mind. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9469199
longing: a yearning desire by NaHe Summary: The first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears on their left wrist on the day of their 18th birthday. Unless, of course, their soulmate has passed away. Jungkook was a 21 year old with a blank wrist. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8734000/chapters/20023219
lost in the gaps by namakemono Summary: Jimin isn’t his to miss, or his to dream about, or his to love, but for the life of him he just can’t seem to stop. (Jimin & Jungkook grow up together, and then apart.) Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7470876
All is Fair in Love and War by miskeen Summary: Chicken: noun; a game in which the first person to lose nerve and withdraw from a dangerous situation is the loser. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6434551
Just come to me by blt_prf Summary: 5 times Jungkook doesn’t push Jimin away and the one that starts it all. or 5 times the members realize Jungkook’s in love and the one time he almost admits it. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7427962
run away with me by atechamcham Summary: dear jeon jungkook, hello! good morning or good afternoon! i do not no when you will read this. my name is park jimin. i am 10 years old. i am learning english. dear park jimin, just so you KNOW, it’s KNOW, and not no. but my teacher said you’re writing me to practice your english, so i will let it go. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4993477
Pause, Rewind, Play by aborescent Summary: Jimin doesn’t know why it starts. Maybe it’s the eightieth post he’s seen today about him being rejected by Jungkook. But whatever the reason, Jimin starts to not care anymore. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4148346
let’s play for keeps by kaythebest Summary: Jimin plays games for the entertainment of the Internet. Poorly. In fact, his entire schtick seems to be entirely based on how terrible he is. JimJams tries. He rarely succeeds. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8211316
a few strings attached by yassan (potter) Summary: It’s not without a certain amount of professional and personal horror that Jeon Jungkook realizes that he has a crush. That it’s on his best friend/fuck buddy really doesn’t help matters at all. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5247617
flashing lights (you’ve got me faded) by bonnia Summary: getting married to the heir of his father’s rival company, multi-billionaire-playboy-sexgod jeon jungkook in a bout of drunken insanity and consequently being forced into a fake relationship with said asshole, is Very Low on jimin’s bucket list. (actually, it doesn’t even make the list.) but, jimin would grudgingly admit, at least the sex is good. (actually, the sex is better than good. but you didn’t hear that from him.) Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6328636/chapters/14500408
Riptide by peppermint_wind Summary: Jeon Jungkook is still just a kid when he sets out for Seoul. He knows about the tall buildings, the maze-like roadways, and dorm life he’s signed up for. He expects the difficulties of being a trainee, finds it in the holes of his worn out dance shoes and countless sleepless nights. But what he doesn’t expect, could never expect, is meeting Park Jimin. It’s then Jungkook realizes that there’s more to learn in Seoul than dance choreographies: about growing up, falling in love, and about himself. — A three year story [2013-2016] of coming together, breaking apart, and putting each other back together again. Jeon Jungkook learns about change, growing up, and the hardships of falling in love with a friend. Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7817539/chapters/17841940
REQUESTED: a ceo!jinyoung scenario where he’s usually cold and distant towards people but towards you he starts to lighten up because you bring color into his world.
Reader (you) x Jinyoung
Word Count: 1490
Warnings: none :)
note: here you go, anon! idk if it’s good or not but i worked with what you gave me and i hope it’s okay haha! honestly i think the main idea of this is character development from cold to fluffy jinyoung. yeah… anyways… happy reading and take care -admin
It was just a normal day at the park, with the sun peaking through the leaves of the tree. You sat at a park bench with an ice cream in hand. It was a nice day and you decided to take a walk in the park to relieve your mind from all the stress you had. As you got up from the park bench, you walked down a nice sidewalk, shaded by the trees, as you enjoyed the scenery around you. But what really caught your eye was a man, dressed in a suit, bent down as he tried to pet the dog in front of him. You wondered what kind of man he was, wearing a suit in a hot weather like this. As curiously brought you towards him, you noticed that he was trying to get the dog to notice him. But obviously it wasn’t working out.
You walked up to him, just a few meters behind him, as you observed the way he tried to get the dog’s attention. You could already tell from his demanding voice and actions that he was a cold man. Or that’s what you assumed. But looking down at the your cone from your ice cream, you decided to help him with the dog.
“He’s not going to notice you if you act like that towards him.” You stated as you knelt down beside the man in the suit and broke off a piece of your cone. The dog immediately looked at you, giving you full attention, as you fed the dog the small piece of your cone. Smiling brightly, you turned your head to look at the man and widen your eyes.
He was handsome. Very handsome. With his black hair was perfectly swept to the side to his plump rosie lips, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. His suit fully complemented his complexion making him look like a prince charming. His eyes made eye contact with yours and you felt your cheeks immediately rise in color, but you kept your cool.
“It’s hot outside,” You finally spoke up, initiating the conversation, “And you’re wearing a layered suit in this weather? How are you not sweating?”
“It’s for work.”, was all he said as an answer to your question. With that tone of voice, it sounded like he didn’t want to talk with anyone. It was like he was pushing you away. But you were determined to talk to him, or to find out who he is.
“Hmm.” You hummed in response as you two stayed knelt by the dog. You thought of different ways to talk to him and suddenly remembered the small juice box in your bag that you bought at the ice cream stand. You planned to drink it later on in the day to cool off but at this moment, you wanted to give it to him.
“Here,” You said as you opened your bag and handed him the juice box, “It’ll help you cool off.”
“No, thanks.” He replied back, turning his head away from you.
“It’s apple juice, come on.” You said as you stood up from the ground. “Look at you, half of your body is exposed to the sun and you didn’t even bother moving in the shade. If you sweat, you’ll need water to hydrate yourself. So take this.”
The man just looked up at you, scanning your features. You could tell that he was thinking thoroughly about your offer and stood up himself. FIxing his suit, he stepped back in the shade and turned his body so that he faced you. You could see the frustration in his face and could tell that he was annoyed with you but you didn’t care. So what you did was that you threw the juice box at him and surprisingly, he caught it.
Just about when he was about to open his mouth, two men in sunglasses and full on suit walked over to him and tapped his shoulders.
“Let’s go Mr. Park. You’re going to be late for your meeting.” As soon as you heard Mr. Park, you couldn’t help but feel like that name was familiar to you somehow. He did look like a celebrity. Perhaps, was he someone famous that you couldn’t recognize. But before you could say anything, Mr. Park turned his back on you and walked away, with your juice box in hand.
But little did you know that you were going to meet him again, two weeks later, at his office.
“I heard the CEO of this company is a complete ass.” The person next to you stated as around four girls sat in a row, waiting for the interview with the CEO. You applied as an assistant, hoping to get a job to help with your finance issues. You were surprised that you were the final five people that the boss himself chose. And here you were, sitting beside strangers who looked for the same job as you.
“Yeah, but I also heard he is really handsome and makes good money.” The other girl whispered quietly so only us four could hear.
“But that doesn’t matter, he’s an ass so why bother working for him when he doesn’t even treat his employees right.” And for awhile, you sat there in silence, listening to the girls gossip about the person whom you were about to meet. Was he really that cold? Just the thought of him being strict made you nervous.
“(Y/N).” You heard your name being called. Standing up, you fixed your skirt and hair as you followed a man into the conference room. You could feel your hands starting to feel clammy because of how nervous you were. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room, walked over to a chair that was laid out and sat down.
Your boss’ back was facing you so you could hardly look at his face. But it was something about his features that made you feel like you knew him. As soon as he turned around, you were shocked on who the person was which turned out to be the guy you met two weeks ago at the park.
“(Y/N).” He sighed as he walked over to his desk and sat down. “So that’s your name.”
“Did you enjoy your apple juice?” You asked, crossing your legs as you felt your heart race. Today, he looked even better than when you last saw him. He didn’t wear a suit. It was just a white button shirt with his sleeves rolled up. And you had to admit, he did look good.
“It was quite refreshing actually.” He chuckled, as you flashed you a sweet smile. “Thank you.”
“No problem.” You smiled back, feeling at ease. It was the first time you saw him smile and it made your heart skip a beat. The way his eyes squint to form those eyes wrinkles were cute. And you couldn’t help yourself from falling for him. He was charming.
“You’re here for the interview, I presume?” He asked as he scanned your face. You nodded your head in response as you watch him smile again.
“Well I can’t hire you.” He sighed, throwing his hands in the air and raising his eyebrows at you.
“Why is that, Mr. Park?” You questioned him, suddenly feeling nervous again. He hasn’t started the interview yet and already decided that he wasn’t going to hire you. It confused you and made you slightly annoyed of him. Maybe the girls were right, he was a complete ass.
“Call me Jinyoung, please.” He said as he leaned forward on his desk. “I can’t hire you because I don’t take my assistants out for lunch.”
“What?” You raised your eyebrows at him in disbelief.
“How about we go to the park? The one where we met. I’d like to have some of that apple juice that you gave me two weeks ago.” Jinyoung smiled at you. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was this man asking you to ditch your interview with him and go to the park? How unprofessional.
“Come with me and I’ll give you the job.” Jinyoung interrupted you as he stood up from his desk.
“Let’s go, shall we?” Jinyoung smiled as he grabbed his car keys from one of his drawers and walked over to the door. For a moment you sat there in shock, wondering what to do. It was so unexpected of him to say that. At first he wouldn’t give you the job because he wanted to take you out, now Jinyoung was offering the job to you if you went with him. It was complete bribery. But you didn’t complain. You just followed along behind him hoping to get the job. But after that afternoon you spent with him, you released it wasn’t the job you were looking for anymore. It was love.