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Peter Parker drabble

Requesed by anon- just a cute fluffy peter and reader one, maybe as a continuation of the one where the reader is tonys daughter and like they are dating and their interactions with the team cause they’re protective over the reader?? Thanks :)

God Peter Parker and protective dad!tony are literally my two favorite things so thank you!

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Waking up with you had to be one of the best things about Peter’s life. Wrapped up in eachothers arms, under the warm cover of your blankets, Peter was sure this was what heaven had to be like. Not to mention how cute you looked cuddled into his chest, your hair a mess and wearing his shirt. Nothing but his shirt.

He wanted to fall back to sleep, to be in this moment with you for as long as he could, but his need to be an amazing boyfriend got him up and brought him to the kitchen to make you some coffee.

Rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes and making an attempt to flatten down his bedhead, he stumbled into the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty. That never lasted long.

You being the daughter of Tony Stark and living in the Avengers tower, made it slightly difficult to get any sort of privacy when you two stayed here. In fact, it was as though members of the team deliberately tried to interrupt you two when ever you got too close. Especially your dad. But as everyone got used to the two of you dating, they accepted the idea that teenagers were gonna make out at basically any opportunity they got. That was just how it worked.

But neither of you minded the almost constant surveillance, when it really got on your nerves, you just went to Peter’s apartment, and from what started out as and short kiss in the living room turned into real love. And Peter really loved you.

“You know,” the familiar voice of Natasha said, causing Peter to jump, “When Tony said you could stay the night to help (Y/n) with her homework, I expected you guys to actually do something.” she said, leaning against the doorway, watching Peter with an unamused look, but after nearly a year of seeing that same face, Peter could easily find the underlying amusement.

“I- we got something done.” Peter lied, thinking back to what had started out as a study date turned quickly into showing each other funny memes, which evolved into a make out session, and well…you can guess when it went from there.

“Oh, really? What did you do?” Steve scoffed, glancing pointedly at Peters bare chest, reminding him that he was indeed shirtless.

“He did me.” your voice cut through their conversation as you walked into the kitchen. You were still wearing his shirt, but had put on a pair of pajama shorts on, and Peter had to stop himself from staring at your legs.

“Ew god, (Y/n) don’t say that. I don’t want to have to think about that.” Clint said as he scrunched up his face in disgust.

You strutted up to Peter kissing his cheek as you took the mug from his hands, “Thanks babe.” you said with your cute morning voice and a sleepy smile.

“You too are gross, go be a gross couple somewhere else.” Bucky grumbled as he walked in and Clint agreed.

“You go be old and grumpy somewhere else.” you retorted back to him. You took Peter’s hand in yours and began to pull him back towards your room, “But fine I guess we have no choice but to go back to my room, two teenagers, unsupervised and alone.”

“No, wait (Y/n), I changed my mind come back out here!” Clint called after you two, but you just laughed.

Peter smiled at you, letting you push him back onto the bed before you crawled up to straddle him, “You know Peter,” you smirked, making your fingers walk up his bare chest, “You know I love the shirtless look, but all those hickeys on your chest are gonna get you banned from my room again.”

He gasped, looking down to see a trail of hickeys starting at his neck, going across his shoulder blades and scattered across his chest. When had you done that- oh…ok now he remembered…

“Wait, he had what?!?” Tonys distressed voice carried through the tower followed by an angry, “God damn it Parker!”

Cinnamon Roll

Pairings: Bucky x F!Reader, Stony

Request:

Hi! First of all, I’m in love with your chatrooms. Thank you for them. They are brilliant!! Can you do a chatroom where BuckyxElemental!Reader hate eachother, Bucky acts harsh on her, but with the help of the Avengers they realize they actually love eachother and care for eachother so much? And I’d love to see StevexTony moments!!❤️(Stony is cute haha) And and and fun time with Thor and Loki :) Also I’d be so happy if you’ll add Matt Murdock too :) I’m so sorry I asked to much but that’s all 🙈    (a/n: <3 you are so sweet, thank you, no problem!)

A/N: the chat title menu grows, now serving cinnamon rolls.


Thor has created a chatroom.

Thor has added Loki, Natasha, Clint, Bruce. 

Thor:  END THIS!

Bruce: End what?

Thor: This awkwardness… it is almost tangible.

Bruce: What?

Natasha: Bucky and Y/N have been glaring at each other for 2 hours straight and we’re still 3 hours away from the compound.

Thor: I cannot withstand this anymore!

Bruce: Ohhh, that. Sorry I was watching cat videos. Didn’t notice.

Loki: May I suggest throwing Barnes out the jet and watch on as he plummets to his demise? That would surely end the tension.

Thor: Brother, you can’t just use murder to solve all your problems!

Loki: It’s worked in the past!

Natasha: Bucky is at fault and I’m starting to like Loki’s plan…

Loki: See, Thor! Natasha agrees! Lure him to the door and I’ll push him out.

Thor: We are not murdering Sir Barnes despite his dishonorable words towards Lady Y/N.

Clint: Why did Loki even come on the mission?

Natasha: We need to do something. They’re always fighting and I can’t take it anymore.

Bruce: Why don’t we get Bucky to apologize?

Loki: Why don’t we THREATEN HIM WITH VIOLENCE to apologize?

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Hey, all!  Amy here and feel free to skip this, but I noticed a huge thing going around with fanfiction writers and fanfiction readers. Kinda throwing arrows at one another over mistakes and how they should be addressed.

Okay, first off: stop.  Ew.  It’s gross. Y’all are big boys and girls and y’all can act like it.  You don’t need to attack each other at the knees behind the safety of your screens.

Secondly:  there are points on both sides.  People who write have a right to be proud of their work and can choose not to accept criticism.  On the other hand, people who read and absorb the work have the right as well to point out mistakes they noticed if it’s meant to be helpful.

So how can people interact civilly when it comes to fanfiction and it’s accompanying critiques? By following a few internet rules, plain and simple.  No, I’m not gonna tell you to forgive and forget or just roll over and let the other person have their way.  That’s not what you do IRL and that’s not what you do online either.  Instead, both persons have a series of rules to follow in order to try and make the most of their experience.

Originally posted by m-blunicorn

FOR THE WRITERS:

I start with you because you’re the ones who have poured your heart and soul into this baby. And I get it, I do.  When you spend hours and hours slaving over your baby, going over the idea thousands of times in your head, trying to get the idea on paper, and trying to make it look good, then oh heck to the yes it’s your baby and you’re gonna defend it to the death.  I expect that and that’s okay.  What’s not okay is when it interferes with your ability to check in with the situation and see if they actually meant harm, so here are a few rules I’ve started to use over my years of fanfiction writing:

  1. Read the entire comment for content.  This is a bitter pill to take, especially if they sound condescending or snarky.  I’ve run into a few of them, and they’re never pleasant to deal with, but some of them have good ideas.  Try to filter out the junk of the comment and get to the meat of it all.  (I’ll get to what to do if there’s no meat later)
  2. Take a break from the comment when you get angry. And chances are that if it’s an unsolicited comment, you’re going to get angry.  This is your baby and you’ve worked hard on it.  If the crtiquer isn’t at least taking that into account, you may even get furious.  Get up and walk away.  They do not deserve your wrath.
  3. Decide for yourself if they have a point. Most critiquers tend to leave their comments because they’re trying to help in their own (somewhat obnoxious) way. If they’ve got a point, thank them, but also try to express if the critique was delivered well.  If it was, tell them so they can help more people. If not, tell them so they can work on it.  IF THEY DO NOT HAVE ANY POINT AT ALL AND ARE JUST BEING RUDE, get rid of it.  They’re not worth your time.
  4. Respond or toss.  This is up to you.  If they had content that was actually useful, then they were being helpful like they were trying to be.  If they had content and it wasn’t useful, it’s up to you what to do.  If they had zero content in their critique or it wasn’t relevant at all, skip it.  They’re not worth your time.

I actually formed these rules after an encounter with a critiquer who was completely neutral in tone, blurted my mistakes for the world to see, and essentially made me feel like the absolute worst writer in the world.  They weren’t harsh, but their critique did hurt me, especially because I’d still just been starting out.

The first thing that happened was I got angry.  I was livid, furious.  Like, how dare they?  Couldn’t they just sit back and enjoy the story?  I spent a good week or so avoiding my fanfiction account just because I was so pissed off.  I ended up talking to my mom and she asked me if they had any points.  I think she was going for “if they don’t, then they’re not worth your time”, but they did. After that, I went back and tried to see it from their point of view.

Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Didn’t mean I suddenly wasn’t mad at them.  I was mad, but I also realized that they, in their own roundabout and hurtful (to me, who reads inflection into typed words and winces at every loud noise and criticism) way, were trying to help me.

I worked on it, and I don’t think they ever commented on my stuff again, but the people who already loved my stuff?  The people who said that my stuff was ‘cute’ or ‘genius’?  They loved it all the more!  The critiquer may not have stuck around, but those who did benefited.

(It really took me a long time to stop being angry at them.  Now I just kind of take a lesson from them.  As a fanfiction writer, and as a critiquer myself.)

Originally posted by trendinggifs

FOR THE CRITIQUER:

I’m saying this as someone who has pretty high standards for what I read.  I look into formatting, tenses, plot, characterization, spelling, and even comma usage!  These little things do actually bug me, and sometimes enough to the point of wanting to comment, but I’ve been on the other side of it and remember the frustration and the anger that can come from a wrongly worded comment, so there are a few rules that I’ve formulated in order to be the best critiquer I can be and help as many people as possible get as amazing as they can as a writer!

Note:  These rules are for critiquers who actually do want to help writers get better and improve the overall quality of internet written works. If you’re here because of some superiority complex, these rules may be difficult for you to follow.  I, however, encourage you to do your best and perhaps one day you’ll be a good critiquer.  *^_^*

  1. Find a way to figure out if the author even wants your critique.  One way to do this is to respectfully ask them.  Always open with a positive.  Something like “Hey, I liked ___ about your story, but I noticed something was a bit off. Can I give you a constructive critique?” Typically, an author would be happy to know you cared about their opinion, so this will go either one of two ways.  They will either (A) allow the critique and actually listen to what you have to say or (B) politely decline the offer.  This means they have made up their mind and you are to let it go.  The back button is a wonderful friend at this point.
  2. Follow the sandwich format.  This is a tried and true method for getting people to actually listen.  If you start in with the critique, the author will feel attacked and immediately get defensive.  Instead of wondering if you’ve got any point, they will find ways to contradict you and argue.  Instead, open with something you liked about the story.  There was a reason you read it all to the end, wasn’t there?  Mention that first (AND BE HONEST!  NO ONE LIKES SOMEONE WHO GIVES OUT FALSE COMPLIMENTS), and then get to the critique, or ‘meat’, of your critique.  When that’s done, exit with a thank-you for being willing to listen to your comments.  It takes a lot for a creator to listen to someone point out the flaws in their baby, even if they’re trying to learn.  Remember that you want this to be a positive interaction, not a demolition derby.
  3. No insults or other derogatory comments. Unless explicitly stated otherwise, the writer is trying their best.  Insulting them makes them less willing to hear you out, much less accept your comments and get better.
  4. No elevating yourself over them.  It’s a no-brainer.  You’re not there to school them, you’re there to help them.  Helping requires a serving mind, which puts their needs before your ego.
  5. Do not hound the author.  If they listen but don’t take your comments, you’re not allowed to harass them.  Most likely, they don’t see a point in your comment and have elected to ignore it. And that’s fine.  The point is that you managed to bring it to their attention once.  Maybe they’ll come back to it later, maybe not.  Either way, once your critique is given, it’s done.  Unless they come to you asking about it, your job is to pack up and vamoose, or simply to sit back and enjoy watching the rest of the story unfold.
  6. Make sure your comments are objective.  Like, if there’s a comma problem, tell them about it. If there’s verb tenses being messed up, inform them politely.  If person A didn’t get with person B, then you’re not critiquing.  That’s a matter of opinion and doesn’t belong in the critiquing category.
  7. Be respectful.  They’re going on a limb and listening to you, and it’s the author’s choice whether or not to continue the correspondence. You don’t have to ‘kiss up to them’ or ‘serve them’, but you have to make sure you’re not being a jerk and that all your comments are warranted.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I know there are a lot of rules, but critiquing is hard, especially with how a lot of people view them.  But you, the critiquer, ARE NOT EVIL.  You’re not the bad guy.  You’re not messed up.  You’re not ‘sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong’.  You’re human and you’re trying to be helpful.  These are just tips and tricks on how to go about it the right way and maximize your helpfulness.

Originally posted by hippie-janessa

FOR EVERYONE!!

The last thing I’ll say is that not everyone will follow these rules.  They will think they’re stupid or pandering or all-around dumb. Some people who claim to critique will continue to slander our good name by acting like holier-than-thou snits. Some people who write will continue to get outrageously angry for persons daring to say something went wrong.

Originally posted by blisteredblue

Here’s how to deal with them:

  1. Leave the computer.  Or the website, just for a bit.  Enjoy the sunshine, take a walk, talk with your best friend, eat some ice cream, go play.  See if it just blows over.  They don’t get to take away your happiness because they’re angry.
  2. Delete the hate.  When you’re good and happy, you can delete the hate mail, or maybe grab a friend to laugh at it.  But don’t respond to hate with anger.  As my good friend Warlord Okeer said, you shall inflict “the greatest insult an enemy can suffer. To be ignored.”
  3. If they chase you down in anger, block them. This is okay to do.  For fanfiction writers:  if they continue to pester you with their comments after you say ‘no thanks’, block their tails.  For fanfiction critiquers:  if they got angry over a critique you gave, provided that they said okay and provided that you followed the rules of critiquing, you’re allowed to block them. You did it right.  Don’t even stress.

And then there are the times where we forget to follow the rules and insult someone on accident. It happens.  If you realize you’re in the wrong, it’s just one rule.

  1. Apologize.  No, you don’t have to grovel for forgiveness, but understand that your actions may have hurt someone else and react accordingly.  If they won’t take it, at least make the promise to yourself to be better in the future.

And that’s it.  I know it seems like a lot to swallow, but it all boils down to making sure your words are respectful, kind, and true.

Originally posted by fandomdeluxe

Tl;dr:  MAKE SURE YOUR WORDS ARE RESPECTFUL, KIND, AND TRUE!!

Imagine Skyping with Jensen and Jared and Misha not leaving you two alone.

“Hey sweetheart.” Jensen’s face light up the moment he saw you on the screen and you grinned at your boyfriend-fiance too.

“Hey b-” before you could even say the second word, Misha and Jared came into view.

“Hey baby.” Jared said with a grin.

“Hey love, good to see you again. Am really missing you.” Misha gave you a pout as he rested his weight on Jensen who only rolled his eyes at his friends. You giggled at your friends behavior.

“Missed you too guys.” you chuckled, a hand resting over your sowllen belly as Jensen gave a look at Misha and Jared.

“Nice hirt you’re wearing sweetheart.” Jared winked at you and you laughed, looking down at your Always Keep Fighting oversized hoodie and you grinned at him.

“Baby Ackles supports it too!” you grinned rubbing your belly and he chuckled.

“Guys-” Jensen pursed his lips “Do you mind?” he motioned towards you- or at least the computer.

“Oh no, it’s fine.” Misha shrugged “You are not bothering.” and he looked at you as you giggled at Jensen’s expression.

“Guys I am kinda having a moment with my girl, here.” he sighed.

“So are we!” Jared said matter-of-factly and you chuckled, making Jensen giving you too a look at which you responded with only a shrug.

“Don’t be selfish Jensen! Sharing is caring!” Misha said as if it was the most simple thing in the world and you giggled loudly at the mortified expression on his face.

“Not when it comes to my fiance!” he exclaimed, his voice raising and octave and you chuckled.

Jared rolled his eyes and scoffed “Geez Jens relax we are not going to steal your girlfriend.”

“Not that we couldn’t, if we didn’t try.” Misha winked at you and you laughed when Jensen smacked the back of his head.

“Guys” you giggled “It’s ok, don’t tease my boy.” you smiled at the scowl on Jensen’s face “He knows I have eyes only for him. My heart will always belong to him, no matter what.” you smiled at the shy smile that spread on his lips “Plus- I’m sorry to tell you, but hard as you try none would be able to do the things Jens does to me.” you winked at him as his eyes widened.

“Ew (Y/n)-” Jared said as he and Misha made a face “I just ate breakfast, I don’t need to throw up.”

“Gosh I really feel like throwing up myself now.” Misha shook his head “I really- really didn’t need the images (Y/n).”

“Neither did I.” Jared shuddered unpleasantly.

“Well, now you know how I got her pregnant.” Jensen slapped their back with a satisfied smile “How about you get going now, before she gets into more detail?”

“Trying to get us outta here, Ackles?” Misha narrowed his eyes at his friend who all-but-wanted to shout at him the ‘yes’.

“Too bad cause it is not going to work.” Jared said with a smirk and Misha nodded his head as Jensen only slammed back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“So much for some time alone.” he mumbled and you gave him a sympathetic smile.

“Technically- you are not so much alone with all these miles separating you.” Misha notted and Jensen gave him a side look.

“You don’t have to remind us.” you sighed a little sadly “Never thought I’d look forward to Christmas this much. Can’t wait to have you back home, baby.” you said softly to him, despite Misha and Jared still being there.

They had gotten used to seeing you share moments like this, hell they had even started them before you got together so you practically owed it to them. But the moment you got to spend close to your boyfriend were, unfortunately, very few so that didn’t leave any room for caring about PDA. You got so emotional whenever you were close, so who care about others being there.

“Aww baby- we missed you too.” Misha and Jared said in unison as they leaned closer to the camera and Jensen shook his head with a laugh.

“Pretty sure she wasn’t talking to you.” he gave them a look but then looked back at you and smiled softly.

“I promise I will be back soon, baby. We can decorate the Christmas tree together- The three of us.” he smiled, his eyes going glossy and it made your heart swell inside your chest.

“Yeah-” yous swallowed the lump in your throat “The three of us.”

.

..

“But if it was five you wouldn’t mind, right Jensen?”

ew stuff from a teeny bit ago ;w;” and honestly tomtords just gonna be the end of me oml


its three am help guys hel p


also if youd like to use anything, go ahead!! just link it or put my username (nanibyrd) in the desc!! also, id love to see it tbh, its just like, om l?? so thatd be amazing and you dont have too tho!!!  thank you!! “;w;”



edit: i just looked at this over again and realized i made to comics pertaining to “/ass/” and now its really bothering me om f g  >_>’

Hands To Myself

Roughly inspired by Hand to Myself by Selena Gomez. 
Just a side note that I really can’t write smut, I feel incredibly weird so I do apologize for the cliff hanger ;)

Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
You’re metaphorical gin and juice

I mean I could but why would I want to?


It was convenient that Tom and [Y/N] lived right across the street from one another. It meant that they could just walk over and not have to worry about the awful London traffic. Or even that if they drank a little too much, their home was just a few feet over. It was great. What wasn’t convenient was that Tom and his best mate, Harrison, always, like clockwork played basketball every morning. And [Y/N] had the front row seats with her window facing the cul-de-sac they played on. 

[Y/N] had never been a sexual person. She just kept her hands in her lap and behaved like a good girl but ever since she had starting dating Tom, it was getting a lot harder to maintain the proper ladylike persona her parents had raised her to have. It seemed that even the simplest movements Tom would make would send her senses into overdrive and force her to have the mind of horny thirteen year old boy. And [Y/N] could bet money that Tom had no idea what he was doing to her, he was always such a gentlemen when it came to her personal space. Of course they would cuddle and have make-out sessions but he was always aware of where his hands would be. And [Y/N] loved that for the most part, she was adoring that Tom wasn’t acting out on his hormones and was being respectful of her body because her body wasn’t a piece of property that he could invite himself into whenever he pleased. But, there were days where she wished he would just use all his pent up sexual urges and show her what she did to him. 

And it didn’t help that this morning, Tom was shirtless. The sun was kissing his body and causing every curve and dip of his muscles glisten from the sweat that was covering his upper body. It was a taunt and it was driving her insane. She stood by the window, watching Harrison and Tom play for a few more minutes before she decided that she needed to do something to get the idea of what laid beyond the shorts that were covering the rest of him out of her head. 

Splashing cold water on her face, she looked in the mirror and noticed a small purple mark poking out from her shirt. Wincing, she pulled the collar down to inspect it a little more. She would admit the night before was one of their more friskier nights, Tom had never left a hickey before. It left her flustered and she could bet that seeing Tom this morning made the feelings come back twice as hard. Blowing air out of her mouth, she dug around in her drawer to find some concealer. Even though she was twenty, her parents would freak the hell out that she was engaging in any kind of physical contact with her boyfriend. If she didn’t still live at home, she would have shrugged and went on about her day. 

Dabbing some on until she felt that it was hidden enough, she closed her eyes when she heard the victory yells from Tom. Gripping the counter, she looked at herself. She could feel herself getting hot at the thought of what more could have happened the night before if her parents hadn’t came home so early. Swallowing hard, she told herself to get a grip. 

Walking towards her closet, she threw on some running shorts and a matching sports bra. Reaching around her jacket, she zipped it up halfway. [Y/N] needed to run off her hormones, put something else in her head. Walking into the kitchen to grab a protein bar, she noticed a note from her parents. 

Went shopping at the mall and then going to see a film. After that we’ll be going grocery shopping. Be home right before 6. Send a text if Tom and Harrison will be joining for dinner so I’ll be prepared. xx mom

Plucking the note from the fridge, she laid it on the counter and sent her mother a text saying that most likely Tom and Harrison will be coming over. Four out of the seven days, they normally did. Grabbing a sip of her water, she headed out the door. 

“[Y/N]! Come play with us, Haz needs all the help he can get.” Tom chuckled. 

Walking over towards the two boys who were dripping with sweat, she placed a peck on Tom’s cheek and patted Harrison’s shoulder. “Love to, but I’m going to go run a few miles.” 

“Ew,” Harrison groaned. 

“Ew, yourself.” [Y/N] responded, sticking out her tongue. She turned towards Tom in time to find him rake his eyes over her attire. Biting her lip, she tried to ignore his lingering gaze over her exposed torso. 

“I agree with Harrison, why are you running?” Tom asked, “You could get in your daily exercise right here with me.” He motioned towards the basketball hoop.

[Y/N] really wanted to respond with something inappropriate but decided against it. It was only going to make her situation worse. “I’ll pass, but maybe next time. I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“An hour?! How many fucking miles you plan on running, [Y/N]” Harrison sputtered. 

Shrugging, she started to jog backwards, “However many I can run in an hour, Haz.” Shaking her head, she smiled and blew kisses towards them and turned to face forward and headed off. 


[Y/N] had needed a lot more than an hour to get her mind off of her sexual thoughts about Tom. She had ran for thirty minutes before she slowed to a walk to give her burning legs a rest and in that time, she had made up five million fantasies. All of them ranging from innocent fluffy to extremely fifty shades. After walking for another thirty, she decided to run back to the house. Figuring that Harrison had probably either gone home or knowing that Tom would be spending time with her and went inside to hang out with Sam and Harry. 

Slowing down her pace when she spotted Tom sitting on her porch in the comfy bench her mother had insisted on spending four hundred dollars on. She smiled as she hopped up the steps, “Hey you.” 

Looking up from his phone, Tom smiled back. “Hey yourself. I thought you said you were going to run for an hour? How many miles did you clear?”

Shrugging, [Y/N] unzipped her jacket all the way, fanning herself with her hand. She hated to feel so hot that the only thing she wanted was to peel off her own skin. “I don’t know maybe five or six? I wasn’t tracking it but I reached the fountain and came back.” 

Tom whistled, “Look at you speedy.” He chuckled and got up from the bench to hug her. 

“No, I’m gross.” She whined. 

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he shook his head. “No, never. Impossible.” 

Trying to ignore the skin to skin contact, she pushed him away and rolled her eyes. Reaching into her hidden pocket for the spare key to her house, she unlocked the front door and walked in. “Did Haz go home or is he with the twins?” 

“The twins,” he responded, following her in. 

“So, he’ll be over for dinner too? I was supposed to tell my mom for sure.” 

Tom shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll ask him,” texting Harrison, he slid his phone back into his shorts pockets. 

Chugging some water to cool down, she tossed him a gatorade. “You going to eat dinner with my parents with just that on?” [Y/N] teased. 

Leaning against the counter, he crossed his arms, the well-defined muscles flexing and tightening made [Y/N] lick her lips. “Are you going to wear that to dinner with your parents?” He squinted his eyes, pushing off the counter, he walked towards her in just four steps. His thumb rubbed against the spot on her neck where she had covered with concealer. “Bloody Hell, your father is going to kill me.” He muttered. 

“What?” 

Tapping your neck, he chuckled. “I’ve given you a hickey. I guess the sweat from your run rubbed the makeup off.” 

Chewing on her lip, she shrugged. “I’ll cover it back up when I get dressed. No big deal, they will never know.” 

“Good because that is not a conversation I want to have with your father.” He shuddered at the thought of being confronted by one of the seriously intimidating men he had ever come to meet. Tom reminisced to the time where he had first met her father, he was ready to piss himself. 

[Y/N] shook her head and laughed, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. She could have keeled over and died from laughing so hard at her father and Tom’s first encounter. She had to reassure Tom that her father really did like him after the first few times and he had even told her that he preferred Tom over her past boyfriends. 

“Hey Tom?”

“Yes, love?”

She fidgeted with the bottom of her jacket, running the zipper up and down causing Tom to look at her with a confused look. “How long have we been dating now?”

Tom tilted his head to the side and did the math in his head. “A little over two years, why?”

“Do you not find me sexually attractive?” 

Tom choked on his spit, completely blind sided by her question. “I’m sorry, what?!”

Avoiding his baffled stare, she sighed. “Am I not sexually appealing? Like, is there a reason why we haven’t had sex?” 

Tom seriously couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. He moved in her line of sight, speaking softly, “Hey, look at me.” Waiting until she met him, he smiled softly. “Are you seriously asking me that? If I didn’t find you to be sexy, I wouldn’t have left that hickey on your neck. Of course I find you to be sexy. I find you to be sexy all the time, [Y/N].” 

“Really?” 

“Really.” Tom confirmed, shaking his head at how crazy her question was. He chuckled a little before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have I thought about sex with you? Yes. But I, it’s not, I don’t. Sex isn’t just something we do because it feels good, [Y/N]. I want it to be special, meaningful. We’d be sharing ourselves in a more personal way and I might be ready to do that but you might not be.” Cupping her face, he smiled again. “I would never want to pressure you into something because I don’t have to have sex with you to know that I want to be with you. Is it difficult, yes, especially when you wear things like what you have on now.” His eyes trailed down her and then back, “But, I love you for you not for sex or anything else. It would just be an added bonus.” 

[Y/N] couldn’t help but blush at his words. Again, he was always so respectful. “I love you, Holland.” 

“And I love you, [L/N]” He pulled her into a hug, the kind that she melted into. [Y/N] would swear up and down that Tom had different kind of hugs. And the way he was hugging her now was her all time favorite. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, almost like she was completely safe and nothing could harm her all while feeling the love radiate from his body. 

Pulling away a little, she took a deep breath. “What if I’m ready now?” 

Tom’s eye sparkled a little as he studied her expression, “Then I’d plan it to be special.” 

“No, like now.” 

Now?” Tom asked in surprise. 

“Yes, like right here, right now.” Wincing and giggling lightly, she shrugged, “Or well in my room, not here in the kitchen, that’d be weird. We eat and cook in here.”

Tom pulled apart from her completely, looking her dead straight in the eyes. “You want to have sex right now? Really? Are you sure, [Y/N].” She could tell he was getting flustered, “What if your parents come home? Or Haz decides to just come over? Don’t you think it’d be more special if I had planned it out to be romantic?”

“I love you, Tom, I really do but when has anything you’ve ever planned romantically gone according to plan?” She raised a brow, waiting for him to answer.

“You have a point….”

She grabbed for his hands, “I think it would be special right now. Don’t think I haven’t notice the looks you’ve been giving me when you think I’m not looking. Isn’t passion what makes it special?” 

“Bloody Hell,” Tom mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, absolutely kill me.” 

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Another Day

Request: Could you do one where yn and dan have a chill night and just cuddle and talk about any random thing like what there favourite childhood memories are. Just a nice fluffy fic. <3

Word Count: 565

Warnings: Extreme floof

Sorry there isn’t many childhood memories are but there is banter and fluff and I think you’ll like it. Enjoy! (PS. Can we just take a minute to appreciate my new aesthetic thank)

Originally posted by shinyphan

Sunset seeped in through the window, casting soft shadows around the room. Fluffy blankets lay strewn over you and Dan, pillows propping up your heads. Your hands were encased in each other’s, his free arm wrapped around your shoulders, Ed Sheeran playing softly. You glanced over at Dan, his hobit hair free and spilling over his eyes, which were highlighted by the amber light. His kissable lips pulled into a small grin, and you seized the opportunity to lean over and kiss him. He chuckled a little when you pulled away, taking your cheek in his hand and bringing you back down. You shifted yourself so you were straddled over him, his hand resting on your hip.

“Hey.” You mumbled, pressing your forehead to his. He hummed in amusement.

“Hey.” He whispered back, studying your eyes. You grinned at him, allowing him to plant a kiss on your nose.

“You’re so gross when you do that.” You sat up and rubbed your nose, watching his reaction.

“As if. You’ve told me you find it cute.” He retorted, grabbing your hand and pulling you back down.

“I was drunk.” You sighed.

“Doesn’t make a difference.” He kissed you again, rolling over so he was on top.

“Stop trying to get kinky, Danny.” You laughed, lacing your fingers in his messy hair.

“Why, you know you like it.” He teased, and you shake your head.

“Not when I’m trying to have a cute moment with you, you dip shit.” You rolled your eyes, and he raised an eyebrow.

“A cute moment, that’s what you’re after?” His lips pulled into a smirk.

“Well, that’s what I just said.” You pointed out, leaning up and wrapping your arms around his neck to help ease the strain on your back and kiss him gently on the cheek. “Save the kinky stuff for later.” You whispered in his ear.

“Stop teasing, love.” He sat back, crossed legged, and allowed you to sit on his lap, kissing your neck.

“Do you ever think that our parents did this sort of stuff?” You asked suddenly.

“Ew, Y/N, let’s not go into that.” Dan groaned, and you burst out laughing. “Have you ever walked in on the sexy times before? Because I’m traumatised.”

“Wow I feel bad for you.” You pulled a face, making him laugh. “My childhood was more or less innocent.”

“Lucky.” Dan commented, and you kissed him again on the nose. “Hypocrite.”

“Touche.” You raised your eyebrows, and he kissed you on the nose, then on the lips. You poked his cheek, causing him to pull away and glare at you in fake anger.

“Oi.” He grumbled, his eyes softening when you began to laugh, as though he couldn’t resist you, before catching another kiss.

“Okay, now you’re just getting needy.” You joked, and he pulled away in offence.

“Fine, I’ll just ignore you.” He announced.

“No! No, I was kidding, I was kidding.” You laughed, leaning in and attacking him with kisses.

“Show me mercy!” He shouted, and you laughed.

“Never!” You replied, screaming as he grabbed you and flung you over his shoulder, getting to his feet. “Dan! Dan let me down!” You began to cry-laugh, gripping onto him for dear life. He walked into the hall, Phil’s door opening, giving you a glance before walking back into his bedroom. Just another day in the Dan and Phil household.

Imagine Peter seeing your boyfriend.

Originally posted by despairingfever

“Ew. (Y/N), you can do much better than him.” Peter cringed at your boyfriend, he would be a much better choice for you.

One Day // Ten Chittaphon

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the prompt: can you do a chittaphon scenario where him and the reader are baby sitting the reader’s little sister or nephew n then start talking about the future n like having children bc children r cute, to sum it up fluff fluff fluff!!

words: 1647

category:fluff fluff fluff

author note: i love kids. like it took awhile, but the little buggers grew on me tbh. here’s ten being adorable :’) note: i will just be using Y/n/n for your nephews name. also ten’s new selfies why must he do this to me

- destinee

Originally posted by y-ta

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