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Harass my daughter on Minecraft? You can't hide from me.

So, my daughter, who was about 8 at the time, was REALLY into Minecraft (as most kids are these days). Also desperately wanting to join the Youtube/Let’s Play culture, I had installed some screen recording software that would let her make videos of the games she was playing so she could later upload them to Youtube.

Anyways, one day I’m minding my own business when I hear her quietly sniffling over on the computer. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t want to tell me so I let it go, but decided to keep on eye on her. A few minutes later I discovered what was happening; someone was harassing not only her, but also all the other kids playing on whatever server she was on. This kid (we’ll call him Little Sh*thead, or LS) was saying sh*t about how he was going to rape my 8 year old daughter (she told him how old she was hoping he would stop), how he was going to hack into her IP and steal all her info, swearing profusely (remember, this is a game for kids), etc etc. By this time I had gotten my fiance involved, and she was also obviously quite upset at what a little sh*t this kid was being. We realized that our daughter had been recording the entire incident, and a plan began to form.

I started by googling LS’s username. There were several hits immediately, the most interesting of which involved a page where he was publicly applying to be a mod for a server on Minecraft. I was able to learn a lot about this little POS: he claimed to be 15, likes hockey, used to live in Toronto but now lives in Florida. But the bombshell was easily his skype contact info; it was literally firstname.lastname. I know your name now, you little sh*t.

So I head over to Facebook and search for the name. Nothing. Hmmmm. On a hunch I searched for just the last name, while narrowing my results to only the state of Florida. Several dozen hits. Hmmm. So I have to start combing through each one, until I find what I was looking for: a middle aged man with the same last name, whose profile indicates he was born in Toronto and now lives in Florida. I FOUND YOUR DAD, YOU LITTLE SH*T.

So I sent him a message on Facebook, asking if he had a son named firstname who goes by his username on Minecraft. Dad confirmed I had the right guy. So my wife begins telling the dad everything that LS was saying to my daughter, and we sent him the recorded video as proof. Radio silence for a few days.

Then we got the message back: LS had his computer taken away from him for the entire summer, and had also been lying about his age (he was only 11, I think). His parents were f*cking livid with him, and he surely hated the next few months of his life.

No one f*cks with my daughter.

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When lance was younger he was often overlooked by his parents and older siblings. Sometimes it got so bad that lance could start rambling for minutes on end without them noticing. Sometimes, when he realized this, he would start saying some weird stuff just to see if they would notice. Things such as, “bye mom I’m off to to the war” or “I’ll be back later I’m gunna go get my ear pierced.” And every time he would be be left with varying answers of “okay honey, have a good time.”

That continued for months and it wasn’t until he was accepted into the garrison that his family payed any real attention to him.

And then space. Space is a funny thing. It’s so big and so full of the unknown, but it can still make you feel trapped. Living in the castle with six other people you would think that if something happened someone would notice. But Lance found that what was happening at home was now happening here.

He would start talking and no one would notice. He would enter a room and anywhere between minutes to hours would pass before anyone would notice him and ask him when he had gotten there.

So he started up his old game again. Except after a few months he decides that it’s time to change the rules of the game. At the next planet he went to he got his ear pierced. One month later he got blue streaks in his hair. Things kept up like that to the point that he had a one tattoo, three ear piercings, black and blue streaks in his hair, a tongue piercing and his newly acquired eyebrow piercing.

It wasn’t until they were on their way to a new planet that they realized how drastically Lance had changed. Pidge was saying how the planet had a stronger magnetic pull so they needed to be sure not to have any metal on them, and they all watched in horror as Lance removed each of his piercings, laying them in his chair for safe keeping.

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A/N: Here’s for that anon that requested this! You also requested something else, which I’m going to write as well so I hope you look forward to that! I love you.

Warning: mature themes below 

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How to read 20 minutes a day in your target language(s)

Why you should do it? 

Story time: A few years ago, I had to prepare an exam that was quite hard (it takes you 2 years to prepare it, and you basically study more than 12 hours a day). I had to study around 10 different subjects, among which English and Spanish. So when our English teacher told us that to make progress we had to read in English for 20 minutes every day, we felt like it was going to be impossible. However, most of us decided to give it a try and we didn’t regret it: the results were super good and we all made a lot of progress very quickly ! (I guess the key here is immersion) So here’s how to read in your target language for 20 minutes every day :) 

When to read ? 

Finding 20 minutes each day to read can be quite hard. You can try to do it at night before going to sleep, which can be a good idea for some of people, but you might be tired, not very focused on your reading or want to watch a movie instead. And if you’re a party animal you might miss a lot of days ;) 
What I did was reading while I took my breakfast, for maybe 5 or 10 minutes. But I often didn’t have the time to read or to take a breakfast at all so I found out that the best method for me was to read while I was on the bus. I had 25 minutes of bus every morning so that was the perfect time to read some English. I would just download a few articles on my phone, sit down and read :) Sometimes I would also read on the way back. 
Some other methods that might work for you could be reading while brushing your teeth, waiting for the bus, waiting for your episode to download, waiting for the water to boil, during lunch or dinner etc. If you can find only 5 minutes four times a day, you’ve done it ! :) 

What to read ? 

I personnally mainly read newpapers articles because I had to focus on the news for my exam. 
But it’s even better if you vary what you read: it can be a book, a magazine, some poetry, lyrics, browsing social networks in your target language, fanfiction… whatever you like :) For example, I really love surfing so I still read the World Surf League articles in English and Portuguese almost every day.  The more you vary your resources, the more vocabulary you’ll learn and the more you will be immersed in the language !

Also an alternative that my English teacher gave us was to read for 15 minutes and then listen (to a podcast, an audiobook, the radio, the news etc…) for 10 minutes. 

Good luck and trust me you should try it! :) 

I haven’t had the time to do personal works for a few weeks and it’s so exhausting. It totally drains my creativity. So last night I decided to stop for a moment, get back in my comfort zone and just draw whatever I feel like drawing.

Take this as a friendly reminder - every now and then, no matter how much work and how little time you have, step back for a moment. Take even 15 minutes to just draw whatever you want. These 15 minutes won’t make you miss your deadlines for the week, but will certainly help you recharge and get creative and motivated again. <3 

The One Where Everyone Finds Out

Originally posted by parkrpeters

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Dad Tony Stark x Reader, The Avengers x Reader

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and they are secretly dating and get caught making out by like everyone on the team except for tony and try to keep it a secret but he finds out and freaks out but then gets chill! Sorry if it’s super confusing! Love your work! (by @savannerlovesbananers123 )

Word count: 900

A/N: I’m sorry, this isn’t the best thing I have written but I hope it’s what you wanted and that you’ll like it! :)

The rest of the team was on a mission, you and Peter were the only ones staying at the compound. You two decided to spend the night watching movies and cuddling each other. Moments like these didn’t come that often. Peter was still pretty new on the team and you didn’t want your dad to find out that you two were dating. He would lose his mind if he found out that his dear Spiderling is dating his dear daughter. You two had to be really careful if you didn’t want to get caught. I mean you lived in a place filled with superheroes. So, tonight was your night, the team wasn’t coming back until the morning.

You put on the movie and joined Peter on the couch. You had seen the movie before and lost interest halfway through. You cuddled Peter while he was still watching the movie. Your hands felt cold so you decided to warm them up under Peter’s shirt. He was always so warm and cozy. When Peter felt your cold hands against his stomach he jumped a bit. “I’m sorry I just wanted to warm up my hands” you said with a sheepish smile and kissed him quickly. Few minutes later you two were making out on the couch. The movie was long forgotten. 

Suddenly you heard someone clear their throat. Both of you froze. Slowly you two let go of each other and saw Steve, Bucky and Sam standing in front of you with crossed arms. “What is going on in here” Steve asked with a small smirk. “Oh shit, you two are together? Great now I owe Natasha twenty bucks” Sam groaned. 

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“What – um- what are you doing here?” you asked still in a slight shock. “The mission ended early. Now explain this” Steve said pointing his finger between you two. “Well, um, we have kind of been dating for the last two months and I would really like if my dad didn’t find out about this so could you please keep your voice down?” You explained quickly fearing that your dad could be coming up any minute. 

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Shortly after coming out, I joined a local LGBT youth club with my best friend.  The people were all so lovely, everyone wanting to make sure we had a good time.  My friend was wearing a cartoony shirt and this girl made a remark on it.  She was so pretty, my brain clicked into full gay mode and decided I had to make a good impression at all costs.  So a few minutes into the conversation, I cracked a joke.  She laughed and gave me a bit of a shove, and even carried on with the joke for a bit.  I got so flustered my friend had to carry on the conversation, because I couldn’t form sentences properly anymore.  When the girl moved on, I had to sit down until I composed myself, then spent the rest of the evening trying to act like I didn’t just hide in the corner because a pretty girl thought I was funny.

Illegal (Part 1)- Park Jimin Racer!AU

Originally posted by kpophott

Genre: Fluff/ Comedy/ Angst

Pairing: JiminxReader

Word count: 6.002k

Summary: During your staying in your grandmother’s house you meet Jimin and discover the night life that’s beyond the calm appearence of the town.

“Don’t worry about her, she is safe with me. Now go before you’re late!” Your grandma shouted from the front porch.

You could see your father face by his the reflexion on the car’s mirror. He tryed to look not affected, all tough and unbothered, but you knew best. The minute he would drive off and pass the town’s sign, he would burst into tear and start sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

It wasn’t just him who felt uneasy about this whole situation, you did too. Since your mother left you two alone, without any previous warning, that your dad had never went back to being how he was when she was still present. Now, he was always too focused on work, to the point where you would have to force him out of his office to eat or to just lay on a bed and close his eyes for a few seconds . But you didn’t judge him, though, you knew that that was the way he used to cope with the pain he felt.

It was your grandmother who convinced you to come and stay with her for a while, saying it would be for her since you two could spent more time together, and, at the same time, it would make your dad a bit more independent for when your classes at the university finally start. It sounded good to you, a nice way to clear your head from all the stress that you felt with your whole dad situation and exams, so you took her offer.

“He will be okay, he is stronger that you think he is, Y/N.” She said, caressing your arm and leading you inside, towards the kitchen.

Her house had a very nice aura to it, very cosy and bright, filled with all types of flowers everywhere. Since you grandmother loved gardening, having plants around her house and become a must.

“So, now that I get the chance to get you all to myself, how do you feel about us baking some cookies? The chocolate chips ones? Your favourite?” She asked and your stomach growled in response.

“Sounds good to me.” You laughed.

You turned on the television, to have some background noise, since it helped you to not overthink this whole situation and to not wonder way to far on your thoughts. Usually when you overthink things it would only got worse, for you that is.

Everything is going to be fine. It has to.

“Honey” Your grandma called from the kitchen, while holding up some tools and ingredients “I realized that we are missing the chocolate bits. Could you go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop and get me some of them? There are some coins on the table if you don’t have enough money.”

“Sure thing, it’s still the last shop on the left, right?” You asked, getting up from your spot on the couch and taking the coins with you. She hummed in response as you kissed her cheek and promised to come back quickly, closing the door behind you, carefully, to not make much noise.

Outside was a bit windy and not many people could be seen. The town wasn’t very big itself but, it had a lot of people around your age and a bit older too. You weren’t familiar with any of them, though, since you barely came here.

In general, you never had many friends due to the fact that you always were busy with university or taking care of your dad, by making sure that he was taking good care of himself, which left not much time to hang out with other people. The only person that you still found the time to be around was Taehyung, a guy who you had met a few years ago and apparently lived right down the street from you. You two had become friends in a strange manner, mainly because he never stopped bugging you, appearing always by your side during lunch time, making rather random visits in your house and bringing you the latest movies for the both of you to see them together. So, you decided, “if you can’t beat him, join him”.

From the minute that you introduced him to your dad, they became great friends as they both shared a passion of finding new animal species. Not the wisest decision you’ve ever made. Let’s just say that you came home one day to find a bunch of different hamsters on your couch.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts from your hometown that you didn’t even notice the small salience on the side walk, which caused you to trip. You closed your eyes, prepared to collide to the ground, but meting a softer surface instead. Someone’s chest.

“Hey there, careful” A raspy voice said. The person had his hands around your arms, securing you against him. He smelled like mint and cigarettes, and a small pinch of cinnamon.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized, stepping back. You started to blush when you realized he still had his hands around you, and even with the small space between you two, you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest. “Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.” He said, laughing. The first thing you noticed about him was his orange hair. It was an unusual thing to see, very strange, yet he still managed to be one of the most handsome guys you have ever seen. You met his eyes, only to notice that he was already looking at you, giving you one of those smiles that were so bright that made the sun’s light look like absolutely nothing when compared to it.

“I’m Jimin, by the way. Park Jimin.” He added, noticing that you hadn’t responded.

“I’m Y/N.” You shook your head and smiled, trying to distract yourself to not stare at him.

“Well, Y/N, you are not from around here, are you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, examining your features.

“No, actually I’m not. I’m staying here for some time, at my grandma’s. And I know that I said it before but I’m really sorry that I bumped into you. I had to go to Mr.Crumberry’s shop to find some chocolate bits for my grandma but I got distracted and- ” You rambled. He tucked the hair behind your ear and you stepped back, surprised, only to stumble on that same piece of the sidewalk. Great. Just great. There was no way you were ever going to get out of the house with these pair of shoes again.

“Seeing that you are always falling, do you need company to make sure you get to your grandma’s house intact? I would hate myself if you fell again and I wasn’t there to catch you” He said, winking at you.

“Are you trying to seduce me? Because that isn’t working”

“Are you sure? Because I swear that when I do this” He took a step closer to you and lowered himself, whispering into your ear “I can hear your heart starting to race.”

You rolled your eyes but you couldn’t deny the fact that what he was saying was true. You just had this feeling that he was one of these cocky people and that only admitting that to him would only make his ego grow bigger.

He laughed at your reaction and brushed his hand through his orange hair. You looked at the watch that you had on your wrist and realized that it had passed more time that it seemed, and that your grandma may get anxious if you don’t get home quickly. After all, the shop wasn’t far away from her house.

You started walking towards the store and noticed that he was still right beside you.

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself.” He said after a while of you two walking side by side.

“What about me?” You asked.

“I want to get to know you.” He said after taking a deep breath. That question made you nervous, mainly because no one ever asked you that, because no one ever cared that much.

“You do? I’m warning you I am a pretty boring person with a very boring life. There is nothing interesting about me.” You say as the both of you get inside the store. You greet the old bald man that is on the other side of the counter while Jimin just waves at him and sends him a small smile.

The store isn’t very big, so you won’t take long to find what you want. The last time you had been here was years ago, and knowing that everything was still on the same place comforted you.

“I don’t believe that. Let’s see, for example… What’s your favourite colour?” He asked adjusting one of his many rings that he had on his hand.

“I don’t have one.” You answered, shrugging.

“What? What do you mean you don’t have a favourite colour? Everybody has got a favourite colour. That’s like the basic requirement for being a human being.”

“Basic requirement?” You laughed, picking up a package of chocolate bits from one of the shelves. “It’s just a colour”

“Just a colour? Whoa. You just hurt me, I hope you know that.” He faked a hurt look and stepped back dramatically while you walked to the counter. You handed your grandma’s coins to the man and said goodbye, politely. Through the window you could see that the sun was starting to go down, a very pretty view actually, but you don’t have the time to enjoy it as you have to get home as quickly as possible.

The cold air hits your face when you get out of the store and you shiver, closing your jacket a bit more. Jimin, however didn’t seem very bothered by the cold, as he continued to walk normally and talking to you, gesticulating theatrically over the fact that you didn’t have a favourite colour.

“I still can’t believe you don’t have one.” He said, shaking his head in disappointment. He seemed to think hard for a bit and then snapped his fingers like he just had the most brilliant idea ever  "You know what? You just gave me a mission.“

“I, what?” You stopped walking, giving him a confused look.

“You just gave me a mission. From now until the day you leave, I have the mission to make you have a favourite colour.” He said. Jimin sounded determined and you got the feeling that he was one of those people that always got what they wanted, so you didn’t object.

You may not admit it to anyone, and not even yourself, but you liked talking to him and you looked to know that he cared about you, even if it all was because of a stupid colour. He was very carefree and completely different from the people that you had met so far in your life, like a breeze of fresh air.

You two continued to talk during the rest of the way to your grandmother’s house. He would, occasionally, try a pick of line on you but you would always dodge him of, which resulted in him laughing at your reactions. You would, however, blush at his words every now and then, and he must have noticed that because he started joking with you.

“Ha, Y/N, are you blushing?” He said, pinching your cheeks with his fingers.

“What? No, I’m not” You lied, moving faster away from him. “It’s hot, that’s all. Are you really following me all the way home?”

“Of course. You know, my mother always told me to follow my dreams” You rolled your eyes at his corniness.

There could be seen a few people walking around the town and some others sitting on their balcony talking to one another. They seemed so close with each other, the complete opposite to your life in the city, where they wouldn’t even stop to great you.

When you saw the house a few meters away from where you were you couldn’t help but to feel a bit sad that this was all over so quickly. You stopped in front of the gate and pointed at the house.

“This is it.” You said.

Even though the town is small you couldn’t help but to be afraid that you may never see him again. You didn’t quite knew why you felt that why, you just did.


How did you get so attached to him in just a few minutes?

“I know your grandma!” He suddenly realised “She is a really cool lady. I remember she gave me some of her cookies. Wait… That was for what the chocolate bit were needed?” He asked, his eyes glinting. You nodded in response, laughing.

He sure has heck seemed to really enjoy those cookies.

There was a bit of a silence for a while, while you two standed in front of the gate. He kept fiddling his fingers, like a nervous habit it seemed, while you played with the package that was in between your hands.

“Well, looks like I have to go. It was nice seeing you, Jimin” You said goodbye to him, walking up the little garden that your grandmother had in front of her house.

“Hey” He shouted, like he had just remembered something “Tonight I’m doing something and I really wanted you to come and see. And maybe… you could bring some of those cookies with you?”

“So, basically you just want me to take you the cookies?” You laughed.

“How did you know? I’m I that obvious?” He joked. “But no, I really want you to go. Do you know where the bridge is?” You nodded. “Well, meet me there around ten thirty. You will have a lot of fun, I promise.”

“Okay, I will see if I can go.” You waved at him from the front porch as he walked way, backwards while smiling at you.

“Ten thirty, don’t forget!” He yelled. You stayed there, still, watching him walking away.

You cleaned your feet on the red carpet and open the door, only to find your grandma sitting on the couch watching “The Price Is Right” and swearing at the people on the television.

“How can they not know that it costs 9.75? Are you dumb? Boy, when I go to church I will pray for you” She mumbled to herself.

The moment she noticed you standing behind her, holding the package in between your hands, she turned the television off and run to you, hugging and pacing you back and forth.

“God, you are finally here. I was so worried, what took you so long?” She questioned you, worried.

“Nothing I just found someone on the way and lost track of time. Now that I’m here, how about we do those cookies you were talking about? I’m so hungry” You said, and your stomach growled.

“Someone, huh?” She winked, picking up the package of the chocolate bits that I had brought from the kitchen counter. “Who is the lucky man?”

“Grandma… It’s nothing like that. We are just friends, if you could even call it that. I just met him today.” You picked up the tray and greased it with butter so that the cookies wouldn’t stick.

“If you say so… But who is he?” She asked, excitement evident in her voice.

“Park Jimin.”

“Oh, Jimin!” She said. Her reaction was the same of when someone mentioned Elvis Presley or Bob Dylan, he must be very important to her. “He is a very unique guy, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. He was very surprised that I didn’t have a favourite colour. He said he it was his mission to make me have one or something.” You laughed. He sure as heck was different “How do you know him?”

“Hum… Your grandfather and him where very close. When he… passed away…” She stopped and you continued to knead the dough. Talking about your grandfather was a very touchy subject for her, and if Jimin was as close to him as she said he was, he definatly was someone special. “He visited me every two days to check on how I was doing and of course, to ask me if whenever I would bake again I could give him some of my pastries. But, why did you ask me about him?”

“He… he invited me to meet him by the bridge tonight, he said he wanted to show me something. And I wanted to know if he was trustworthy or not. And since you said you knew him…” You rambled. You opened the first cabined and took out the stars shaped object to cut the dough.

You felt a bit uneasy when talking about this to her, since you came here to spend some time with her and not other people. And much less to have a romantic interest.

If Taehyung was here right now, he would make fun of you. Who would say that the same girl that refused to accept to have a friend was now thinking about romantic interests with someone?

“You have a date?” She asked, happily.

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, yes it is. My granddaughter has a date! You are growing up so fast” She sobbed into your shoulder.

“Grandma, I’m in college already. I’m not a kid anymore.” You laughed.

“I know, I know. There is no need in reminding me of that. Now go take a shower! By the time you are done the dinner must be ready. Now, go! Don’t you have somewhere to be?” She shushed you out of the kitchen with her oven glove.

“Alright, alright.” You responded. You climbed up the stairs and went to the bathroom to turn the hot water on. Getting rid of your clothes you hop in and close the curtain.

You take your time washing your hair and body, thinking about if you should actually go and meet Jimin by the bridge. You wanted to, that was true, but you still had your doubts. However, those had nothing to do with him, you were just afraid of getting too attached, since the last time you did so your mother had left.

Your grandma was right, you though while you took the shampoo out of your hair,  he sure was unique. You mean, who the heck would make a mission to make someone choose a favourite colour? But you liked that about him, it made him stand out, it made him different from the others.

You turned the water shower off and wrapped one towel around your body and another one around your hair. You stepped carefully out of the shower, to the carpet and took out one comb from one of the low cabins and brushed your hair, wrapping the towel more closely to your body in fear of it falling off while you stretched your arms.

Getting to your bedroom, you change your clothes and blow dry your hair. You see you phone standing on your bed and click on it, seeing that you have three missed calls from your dad. Not a good sign.

“Dad? Is everything alright?” You say into the phone’s speaker. “Dad?”

“Y/N, sweetheart how are you?”

“Fine, how about you? Did you have dinner already? Do I need to call Taehyung to bring you some food?” You said, concerned.

“Jesus, I’m fine. I had some leftovers that were laying around in the fridge, don’t worry. Is everything okay with you? I called you three times and you didn’t pick up any of them.” You could hear some papers falling on the ground on the other side of the line, indicating that he was in his office, working. Gosh, did that man ever stopped working?

“I was showering.” You take your phone away from your ear and notice that there is already nine thirty p.m.. Your grandma must have the dinner ready by now. “Hey, I got to go now, I’m going to eat now. Take care of yourself, okay? If anything call Taehyung, you have his number and he lives nearby.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry about me, go and have your dinner. I will call you tomorrow, bye” He ended the call and you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You stepped down the stairs, with the dirty clothes from before on your hands, to find a delicious smell on the air: you had almost forgotten of how good your grandmother’s cooking was.

“There you are!” She said, picking the clothes off your hands and throwing them at the laundry basket that was laying around on her kitchen “Come and sit, you have somewhere to be in an hour, don’t you?” You were already feeling sorry about telling her about it.

She mentions for you to seat in front of her, as she bring the mashed potatoes to the table. She tries to ask you more questions about Jimin when you start eating, and make some suggestions about him and you, which you try to dodge every time. You tell her that you father called and she could feel the worry in your voice, about him being so far away all by himself.

“Don’t worry, he is going to be alright. It may not seem like it but he had become stronger since… you know.” She said.

“Yeah, I’m just scared for him, that he might do something crazy and I’m not there to take care of him.”

“You are a good person Y/N, your father is really proud of you. And so am I.” She smiled. You continued to eat in silence after that touchy subject. You hated to talk about your mother or even think about her.

She had run away with some painter when you were twelve and your father had never fully recovered from that. The worst part wasn’t that he had left without a warning, it was the fact that she didn’t even bother to call you, to check up on you. You were her daughter after all.

As you took one last glass of water the clock strikes ten p.m. and you grow more anxious. Your palms start to get a bit sweaty and you pinkie finger starts to move nervously.

You help your grandmother with the dishes, a job that she was very much unhappy for you to be doing, especially at a time like this, but you needed to stop thinking about it and doing other things was what helped you more. She put some music from her old radio on the background and the two of you danced while cleaning up the table.

This was one of the things that you liked the most about her, the fact that she could transform one of the most simple tasks in the funniest thing ever. You sang and moved all around while putting the glasses back on the cabinet.

“Crap.” You whispered. It was already ten twenty five and there was no way that you were going to be there in time. You had been so distracted by all the dancing and singing, that you forgot to check the clock.

You ran up and down the stairs, putting your shoes on and adjusting the clothes that you were wearing in hopes of trying to look a bit more decent.

“Take some cookies to give to Jimin” Your grandmother said, calmly, while you walked frantically from one side to the other. She opened the door for you and extended you her hand that had a little blue box filled in them filled with the chocolate chips cookies.

“Don’t worry I could never forget the cookies.” You screamed as you run down the road.

You moved your feet as fast as you could, and secured the blue box on your hand, with the fear of letting it fall. The wind was blowing the air out of your face and you could feel your legs starting to become sore. Your brain was screaming for you to stop but your legs just kept going and going and going.

It took you some time to see the bridge since it was being blinded by the huge amount of lights that were around it. It wasn’t normal for that to happen, or at least that was not how you remembered it.

You walked to the parking lot that was by the bridge and you came across tons of people around multiple cars that were parked in the parking lot. They were talking cheerfully, some with bottles of booze in their hands that they passed among them and some others smoking cigarettes. They were standing all around the cars and by the theme of their conversation that you could grasp they were talking about… races?

You turned your head from side to side, looking for Jimin but you, unluckily, didn’t find him. You even asked some girls that were standing together near the yellow car if they had seen him around here or something but they had said that he hadn’t arrived yet. Some of them acted strangely when you mentioned his name but you brushed it off, maybe they had just reacted that way because you were new here, or even because of the way you were dressed.

Unlike them you weren’t wearing shorts or jean, but a very pretty floral dress. Which wasn’t your best decision, because if it would start to get windy you would have to give a Marilyn Monroe vibe.

You walked away from the crowd of people and standed alone against one of the lamps that illuminated the parking lot where you were, hoping that Jimin would eventually show up.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice saying your name and a pair of arms being wrapped around your waist. You jump slightly and you hear him chuckle in your ear.

“You scared me” You say, stepping away from him and putting a hand on your chest. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage and you didn’t know if it was because he had scared you or because of the way he had wrapped his arms around you.

Behind him were three guys that were laughing at both of your reactions. One of them had green hair, the middle one was blonde and the last one had brown hair. Their features were soft and they seemed to be nice people, or at least that was what you were expecting them to be.

They standed a bit far off from you and Jimin and you could help but to think if he had told them anything about you.

“I was afraid that you had changed you mind and decided not to come.” He said, wrapping one arm around your shoulders. You were walking in the cars direction and you felt a huge will of asking him about why he had brought you here and especially, what was all of this, but you didn’t. You had this feeling that he wasn’t going to tell you anyway, like he would say something along the lines of “just wait, you will see”.

“And you felt sad?” You joked.

“Of course. If you didn’t come that meant that I couldn’t have these amazing cookies that you grandmother baked” He said while taking the little blue box out of your hands.

You suddenly thought about what she had said, that all of this was supposed to be a date. A part of you wanted this to be one but the other one didn’t, it was all a lot of mixed feelings and you were afraid that the part that did, would win. You just weren’t ready to get hurt again.

“Why am I not surprised” You laughed. He pulled you even more closed to him, with one hand still wrapped around your shoulders, while the other took out a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket and put one of them on his mouth.

“Smoking is bad for you, you know?” You said, looking right into his eyes.

“Yeah, a lot of people have been telling me that.” He said.

“And why do you keep doing it?” You asked.

“Because it’s an addiction. Or maybe because the right person hasn’t asked me yet” You blushed at his words. You couldn’t help but to think if this was about you.

“Could you just not smoke this one?”

“Why not?” He furred his eyebrows.

“Because each cigarette takes away eleven minutes of your life.” You answered . However, the next thing that you said completely surprised you. And him too, by the look on his face. “And that are eleven minutes less that I can spend you”.

He stared at you for a long time, with an unreadable face, when the corners of his mouth started to go up and he was smiling. He smiled a lot when he was around you and you liked that.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it.

“If you put that in that way, I guess that it’s better if I get rid of the whole package then”. That made you smile, a really widening smile, that ones that you almost never gave to people. Your grandmother was right, he surely was someone special.

“My grandma said that you were very close with my grandfather” You said after a while.

“Yes I was. Your grandfather was a man that knew a lot of things. In fact, before he… hum… passed away, he taught me some of them” He was talking at the same at that he was observing the people that were chatting to their friends. He was watching them  so closely, that it almost looked like he was studying them. His orange hair was pushed back showing off his forehead and he was wearing sunglasses that were laying around his neck, backwards, even though it was night time and the sun had already gone down. His black leather jacket tighten around his back and arms when he crossed them, making his muscles stand out even more. And now, under the dim light that was upon us he was even more exquisite.

“What type of things?” You asked, curiosity taking the best of you.

“Well, you want to see them?” He said, cocking his head to the side. You nodded in response. and He then started to walk away from you and towards one of those cars, the black one.

“Namjoon!” He screamed, loudly, in the middle of the crowd. “Remember that bet we made? How about we do that now?” The people that were scattered around the parking lot started to gather around Jimin, and a tall guy with brown hair appeared in the middle of it, stepping in front of him.

You standed back, watching the whole scene, not knowing what was going to happen next. However your feet started to move involuntary into the middle of the crowd as well, where one of his friends, the green haired one, joined you by your side.

Namjoon and Jimin both got inside their cars and positioned then at the same level and distance to make sure none of them had an advantage on the other. A girl walked into the middle of the road, and then stopped in between the two cars, with a white flag between her hands that were stretched above her head. Jimin and Namjoon adjusted the mirrors and turned on the engines whose sounds were started to grow louder and louder.

Inside the car Jimin relaxed himself into the seat and his eyes started to search for you in the crowd. When they met yours he winked at you and then focused back on the road, making your heart skip a beat.

“Be careful” You whispered, even though you knew that he couldn’t hear you. You didn’t even know who you were saying that to, him or youself.

“I don’t know what is so different about you” The green haired guy said over the loud cheers that the crowd was giving and the tickling of the bottles against each other’s. “He talks about you a lot, which isn’t normal for him. He normally doesn’t care about girls. At least not anymore. But you… I can’t quite put a finger on it”

“What? How do you mean that I’m different?” You asked.

“You made him throw away a package of cigarettes. We, who have been friends with him for years now, have tried to make him throw away one cigarette. One. And we never got to do that. In twelve fucking years.” He said. He had a cold expression, and his tone was a bit harsh, but you could tell that it was only because he seemed to care a lot for him.

As you were about to respond the girl threw the white flag down to the ground and they started to drive off as fast as they could. The crowd screamed louder and louder as they distance themselves even more far away from you.

It was calm for a few minutes, with none of the cars in sight, nor the lights. But it didn’t took long as they both appeared riding the cars into your direction, or even better, the headlights did.

They kept driving faster and faster towards the winning post, side to side, making it impossible of knowing who was going to win. However, on the last second Jimin was able to speed up even more and passed Namjoon’s car, getting to the goal first.

Jimin’s friends went crazy, shouting and dancing everywhere, while Namjoon’s backed away, ashamed of losing the bet.

You found yourself clapping, happily too, and cheering him on.

“I swear that there was something wrong with the engine” You heard Namjoon saying as he got out of the car.

“Don’t lie, man. We both know that it was completely fine. Just accept that I won.” Jimin said, rolling his eyes and brushing the hair off his forehead. “Oh, and don’t forget, cold water and no soap” He added, grinning, while he threw Namjoon his car keys.

“Y/N!” You heard him shout from the middle of the crowd.

“Here!” You said, swaying your arms around, in hopes for him to see you.

He came running to you, dodging some people that were congratulating him along the way and greeting another ones.

When he finally got next to you, he wrapped you in between his arms and lifted you off the ground as you smiled into the crock of his neck.

“So, what did you thought about it?” He asked, excited. His eyes were glinting and you could hear his heart beating fast from the adrenaline that he had felt.

“You were amazing, I’m -”

“Jimin?” You got interrupted by a soft, a feminine voice that belonged to a blond girl that was wearing a rather tight dark blue dress “You did a very good job in there. Got to say that you have evolved a lot.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too” He responded.

However, what she did next was completely unpredictable. She moved in between you and him and kissed his cheek. And you just stayed there, as you felt a pain in your chest.

What. The. Heck.


A girlfriend of mine wanted to go to see a performance of a broadway show with her husband and asked
If my hubby and I would like to go as well. We bought tickets and booked a hotel room but a few days before the show my husbands work had something come up that made it so he had to cancel. I told him we could cancel but he insisted I still go. My friend suggested I cancel our hotel room and just share a room with her and her husband. She said I could share the bed with her and her husband could sleep on the couch so I said why not. I was sad my hubby wasn’t going to be joining us but looked forward to seeing the show. The night came and we headed to the city checked into our hotel where we dressed up nice for the show then we went to dinner and had some great food and a few glasses of wine before we made our way to the theatre. The show was fantastic. After we hit a small martini bar for some cocktails. My friend was getting pretty touchy feely with me and kept saying it was too bad my hubby didn’t come but she was glad I was there. She kept commenting on how hot she thought I looked and even said her hubby thought so too. He agreed and it made me feel pretty good. Well she kept flirting with me and kept saying things like “ I bet if I wasn’t here my hubby would so totally try to fuck you you’re so hot.” Her husband said “ I’d rather fuck her with you it would be more fun.” Again they both then said too bad your husband didn’t come. At one point I said I had to go pee so my friend and I went to the restroom I grabbed her and started to make out with her once inside. She responded by pressing her body against mine and shoving her tongue in my mouth. We made out for a few minutes before she said “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long. I bet my husband would have loved to see us do that.” I told her maybe we could let him watch next time. She smiled and agreed. We went back out to the table to join him and she teased him by telling him he missed out on our little make out session. He looked both excited and sad. We had a few more drinks flirted some more then decided to head back to the hotel. Once back at the room my gf came over to me pressed her body against mine and started to make out with me. Her husband was more than happy at what he was seeing. It wasn’t long before she went back over to him and started to kiss him. When they stopped making out there was an awkward silence and feel to the room. I walked over to her husband put my hand on his cock and started to kiss him. I could feel his cock getting bigger and bigger in his pants as I continued to jerk him off and suck on his face. My gf came over to us and started to play with my tits. Then she said how much she wanted to taste me and watch her husband fuck me. I told them if they never told my husband then that was exactly what was going to happen that night. I suggested they get started as I wanted to go talk to my husband real quick and say good night. I went to the bathroom and called him to tell him how the show was and that we were about to head to bed. When I came out of the bathroom my gf was getting fucked good by her husband so I quickly snapped of a fun little selfie of me with them fucking in the background before I made my way over to the bed. I started to make out with my gf while her husband fucked her nice shaved pussy. It was so hot. My gf told me to take off my dress so I did then she told me to lay down so she could eat my pussy while her husband fucked her. Her tongue felt so good as she licked and sucked my aching clit and pussy. Every time her husband pounded into her I felt her face push into me deeper. Soon I felt her husband crawl up on the bed and he took over licking my soaking snatch. She took that as an opportunity to sit on my face and I put my pussy eating skills to work. Her married bald pussy tasted great and her husband was doing a fantastic job of eating my married cheating cunt. I was in heaven. I had my first of many orgasms of the night like that. After my orgasm subsided I told my gf’s hubby to fuck the hell out of me like a cheap slut while I eat his wife’s pussy. I got on all fours and he got behind me. My gf laid down on the bed and spread her legs, as I buried my face in her beautiful snatch her husband mounted me. I heard my friend tell her hubby to fuck me hard and make me cum on his big cock. That’s just what he did. His cock was pounding me hard and deep and he was spanking my ass and telling me how tight my pussy was and how he felt bad fucking fucking his friends wife but also felt really fucking good. I told him I loved his hard cock in my married cunt and he was going to make me cum again.
I came hard and loud. After taking a good pounding for 20 more minutes I came again. The man was a beast. My gf had also came a few times from the combination of my tongue, fingers and from the thrill she got watching her husband fuck the hell out of my married cheating cunt. Around that time her husband told us he wanted to cover us both in cum so we both dropped to our knees beside the bed and he stood over us but before he could stroke his impressive cock to a very hot sticky finish my gf said she wanted to taste my pussy juice on his cock so she took him in her mouth. After she had cleaned most of my juices off him she held his shaft and looked at me as if to say your turn. I took him in my mouth and sucked his throbbing tool while looking my gf in the eyes it was one of the hottest things I have ever experienced. It didn’t take long for him to let out a massive moan as he grabbed his cock and started to shoot his hot load all over my face then aiming it at his wife he continued to cover her pretty little face in his baby batter. After he was done we again took turns cleaning his cock with our mouths before we turned to each other for a sloppy cum covered kiss. We all ended up sleeping naked in the same bed and in the morning we all fucked one more time. Just missionary position him and her first while I held her hand then him and I while she held mine and told me how she loved watching her husband fuck me. I told them if my hubby doesn’t ever find out I would be more than happy to join them for some fun again. After that we all took turns showering then got dressed and headed home.

Just Peter

This is probably my longest imagine ever, so editing was a pain but I quite like this one!
I did write it over multiple sessions though so please pardon any inconsistencies
Also, this was requested by @queen-zpidey so S/O to them!
I deviated a bit from the req but hope you still like it <3

Title: Just Peter
Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader
Summary: “Can you do pleaseee an imagine about Peter x reader, where she is Tony Stark’s daughter but she is super badass on her own and it’s part of the team as a disguised superhero but Peter never knew she was Tony’s daughter until one night on a really important dinner Tony introduces her as his daughter on a speech, making Peter go super nervous cause he always tried to flirt with her on school and on missions and she was also super crushing on him, so yep… yep lol”
Word Count: 2,276
Warnings: food mention, alcohol mention (no underage drinking though)  

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            "Kid, come on,“ Happy says, knocking quickly on Peter’s door.

           "One second,” Peter shouts back, pulling on a shoe.

           Peter ties his laces quickly, standing to glance one more time at his reflection in the mirror. He tightens his tie, hands sweating from nerves. Tonight was the Stark benefit gala, basically a big party for all the organizations Tony donated to, which meant a lot of people packed into one building.

           This year, Tony decided to bring the Avengers as well, probably to create some good will with the public after recent events, but Peter didn’t really care. He really only wanted to see you tonight. He had spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready to impress you, so much so that he was already a few minutes late.

           "Peter,“ Happy calls, opening the door. "Let’s go.”

           "Right, sorry,“ Peter mumbles with a nod, scrambling over the mess in his room.

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Movie Theater | Mike Wheeler X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Requested by @hey-whatz-up: Hey I was wondering if u could write a mike x reader where u are Steve’s younger sister and he sees u hanging around the guys and is really overprotective. Thanks ✌🏼

Warnings: Steve being kind of a jerk because he’s being overprotective I guess??

Characters: Mike/fem!Harrington!reader. Dustin, Lucas, Will and Steve.

(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” / (G/N) stand for “Girl’s name” / (S/N) stand for “Ship name”.

Word Count: 2661 words.

(Y/N) walked beside her friends while they were going to the movie theater, they had waited so long for that. She was actually excited because they were going to watch the movie together and not because of the movie itself.

(Y/N) had started hanging with Mike, Lucas, Dustin and Will about five months ago, after they found out that she, just like them, loved sci-fi; she had other friends, but none of them shared that same love with her, so it was good to have new people to talk to about it.

They were on their way to watch Ghostbusters and they could hardly wait to see what the movie was like, but everyone bet it would be the best of the year.

The girl looked at her friends, seeing Lucas and Dustin bickering over something stupid. She looked at Mike and Will, who were laughing at the other two, which made her smile at them. More specifically at Mike. In those five months they knew each other, (Y/N) couldn’t help but develop a crush on the Wheeler boy, as he was so nice and cute and it was impossible not to like him.

Mike seemed to notice that she was staring and looked at her, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before she looked away, feeling her cheeks warm. She looked back at him after a few seconds, however, and saw that he had a small smile on his face as he stared at the floor ahead of him, his cheeks slightly reddish.

It wasn’t news to anyone that Mike Wheeler liked her back, it wasn’t news to Will, nor Dustin, nor Lucas, nor (Y/N) herself. Yes, she knew about it, just as he knew she liked him too. The problem was that neither of them seemed to have the guts to make the first move and try to be more than friends.

(Y/N) secretly hoped that would change that day, that some cliché would happen in that movie theater, like that he’d hold her hand while eating popcorn or, who knows, they would have their first kiss. But she didn’t let her hopes up, not that much.

“Okay, you know what?” Lucas said, catching (Y/N) and Mike’s attention. “I’m not going to sit next to you this time, you talk too much for your own good.”

Dustin grimaced at him. “I’m sure someone else will want me next to them, Lucas.” the Henderson boy turned to the others, his eyes pleading for someone to say something.

“I can sit next to you.” Will volunteered.

“I can sit in the other seat next to him.” (Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

Dustin patted her back, smiling smugly at Lucas. “You’re a true friend.”

“Okay, so Lucas sits next to me.” Mike suggested, to which the Sinclair boy nodded. “And I’ll take the seat next to (Y/N).” he turned his gaze to her. “If that’s okay for you, of course.”

(Y/N) quickly nodded. “Yeah, you can sit next to me, yeah, okay.” Mike smiled at her and she smiled back.

Lucas and Will grinned as Dustin wiggled his eyebrows at them, but - as always - the two ignored it, just kept walking. It only took them a few more minutes to get there, buying their tickets. The boys said they’d go to the bathroom - so they could talk to Mike about her alone - while she was going to buy the popcorn.

(Y/N) waited patiently in line, staring at her friends who were on their way to the bathroom while they were talking something that seemed to be annoying Mike. She could hear the Wheeler boy telling them to shut up, seeming to be flustered by what they were saying. He took a glance at her, seeing she was already staring at him. (Y/N) gave him a small smile, making him smile back at her, before she returned to pay attention in the line. It didn’t take long after that for her to get her two popcorn.

As she took the two buckets in her arms, she heard a voice that almost made her drop the food. “Hey (Y/N).”

The girl widened her eyes, turning to see her older brother. “Steve.” she saw that the boys had already left the bathroom, walking towards the room where they would watch the movie. “What are you doing here?”

It wasn’t like she wasn’t happy to see him there… Actually, she wasn’t. Steve used to have no problem with her having boy friends when she was younger, but as she grew up, he seemed to have become more and more protective of her.

He didn’t seem to like her to hang out with boys, especially those four because he could feel the electricity between (Y/N) and Mike. That’s exactly why that when she told him she was going out with her friends, she didn’t specify who they were, hoping Steve wouldn’t ruin it for her. That didn’t seem to have worked.

“I was around here and mom asked me to check on you.” he shrugged, as if that wasn’t a big deal. He looked around. “Where’s (B/F/N)?”

(Y/N) sighed. “She’s not here.”

Steve raised his eyebrow. (B/F/N) and (Y/N) were attached at the hip, so seeing her hanging around without her best friend made him surprised. “Are you with (G/N)?”

The girl shook her head, looking at the boys, who were waiting for her. Steve looked to see what she was looking at, a grimace appearing on his face when he saw them.

It wasn’t like he did not like that boys, he just didn’t like them with his sister. “Is there any other girl with you?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. “No” he seemed to be about to say something, but she didn’t let him. “Look, we’re just going to watch a movie. Chill and go home.”

(Y/N) walked away from him and headed toward her friends, letting Dustin take one of the buckets from her hand. As she walked in, she didn’t look back to see if Steve was still there. She’d never hear the end of it when she got home and she knew it, but she tried to shrug it off as she took her seat between Dustin and Mike.

“Do you want me to hold that for you?” Mike asked, referring to the bucket she still held.

She smiled. “Yeah, thanks.” she handed the bucket to Mike, which made Lucas thankful that it made it easier for him to get the popcorn.

(Y/N) got comfortable in her seat, eager for what would happen during that movie. A few more minutes went by with the small group talking to each other before the movie began, and, in that moment, (Y/N) felt that weird feeling of being watched. She looked sideways, but saw nothing. She took a glance at the seat behind her and saw something that made her roll her eyes: Steve was sitting there holding a popcorn and soda.

He noticed her gaze and shrugged. “I heard it’s a great movie.”

(Y/N) shook her head, disbelieving that that was happening. Mike noticed that, turning his head to see Steve’s threatening look on him. Mike felt discouraged by it; he had finally decided he’d make the first move on her that day, but he didn’t feel like he could do that with Steve there. But her brother’s presence didn’t seem to affect (Y/N) that much.

As the first few minutes of the movie went by, the girl kept glancing at Mike’s hands. She wanted to hold them, but they were holding the bucket. (Y/N) sighed, returning to pay attention to the movie. Mike didn’t miss any of that, noticing what she wanted. He slowly - so Steve wouldn’t notice - stopped holding the bucket with one of his hands, letting it free so she could hold it.

(Y/N) smiled at seeing that, going to take his hand in hers. The two felt the electricity passing through them as their skins touched, entwining their hands. They stared at each other, their hearts pounding as smiles appeared on their faces.

But that didn’t last long. Soon something - a wristwatch - flew between them, falling on the floor in front of them. The people sitting in front of them glared at Mike and (Y/N), which made her give them an apologetic smile.

(Y/N) turned back, seeing Steve lean over. “Can you take that for me?” the girl rolled her eyes, letting go of Mike’s hand to pick up the watch. Steve smiled at her when she gave it to him, turning to Mike, motioning to the popcorn bucket. “I’ll hold that with both hands if I were you.” he patted Mike’s shoulder. “You don’t want to let it fall.”

The Wheeler boy nodded quickly, holding the bucket again with both hands and turining to watch the movie. (Y/N) glared at Steve before doing the same. A few more minutes went by and Lucas - seeing what had happened and still wanting (S/N) to happen that day - offered to hold the popcorn, which Mike happily agreed to.

The girl took some glances at him before slightly leaning toward him, trying to get closer to him. Mike noticed, doing the same, hoping Steve wouldn’t intervene. After a few minutes, the boy realized that his friends gave him supportive looks, encouraging him to do something.

He took a deep breath before awkwardly wrapping his arm around her shoulder, bringing her closer to him. (Y/N) would be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised by that, but she couldn’t help but smile. The Harrington girl thought about laying her head on his shoulder, but she just looked at him instead, which made him look at her too.

There it was again. Electricity. Mike felt his heart skip a beat as he saw the look she gave him, feeling a funny feeling in his stomach as he watched the girl close her eyes and lean toward him. Mike licked his lips before closing his eyes too, hoping to feel the girl’s lips on his, but all he felt was something cold and wet reaching a small part of his face.

He shot his eyes open, seeing (Y/N)’s shocked look as soda was running down her face and was staining her shirt. Mike didn’t even have to look back to know that that soda was from Steve and it had probably been thrown to hit Mike and not her.

The girl looked at him and then at Steve before just getting up and leaving the room, ignoring the fact that everyone in there was looking at her. Mike was about to go after her, but the older Harrington told him to stay there and followed behind his sister.

“What the hell was that?!” she asked as they left the room.

“What the hell were you doing there?!” he sounded indignant.

“I was going to kiss him!” she didn’t care that they were attracting attention to themselves. “So what?!”

“You’re too young!”

You were my age when you had your first kiss!”

“It’s different.”

She folded her arms. “How’s that different, Steve?” he opened his mouth, but didn’t seem to find something to say. (Y/N) took a deep breath to try to calm down, but it didn’t work. Her brother was so stupid. “I like Mike and he likes me. And we were going to have a sweet, nice first kiss and you ruined everything!” she yelled at his face before running to the bathroom.

(Y/N) walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, washing the soda from her face, but she still didn’t feel completely clean. She continued to take deep breaths repeatedly, trying not to stress too much. Breathe, (Y/N).

She stayed there for a few minutes until her stress subsided, but still she didn’t want to leave; (Y/N) didn’t know if she wanted to go back to see the movie or just go home. She was just sure she didn’t want to see Steve anymore. Unfortunately, his face was the first thing she saw when she left the bathroom.

They stood awkwardly looking at each other. He didn’t look angry anymore, a guilty expression now on his face as she grimaced at him, her arms crossed. Steve sighed. "I’m sorry.” she rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m really sorry, okay? I’m just…” he took a few seconds, looking for the right way to express himself. "I’m not used to this yet. I mean, you’re my baby sister.” his eyes softened, which made her feel a little less mad at him. "I thought you’d continue to be for a while before growing up too much.”

(Y/N) uncrossed her arms, quietly saying “It’s not just because I’m going to kiss a guy that I’m going to stop being your baby sister.”

Steve nodded. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done what I did.” he seemed to be struggling with his word. “I mean, it could be worse. At least Mike’s a nice kid, he’ll be good to you.” his gaze was momentarily serious. "He better be good to you.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help chuckling at it, taking a few steps toward him and hugging Steve, feeling him wrap his arms around her.

“That’s okay, Steve.” she pulled away from him. “Just don’t be a jerk anymore.”

He chuckled, nodding. “I’ll try.”

“If you promise you’ll behave, you can come back with me.” she motioned to the room.

He grinned. “Let’s go then, the movie is actually pretty good.”

(Y/N) smiled at him before they entered, immediately feeling all eyes on them. She just ignored it, walking to her seat between Dustin and Mike.

“Are you okay?” the Wheeler boy asked as she sat down.

“Yeah, I’m good.” she said, noticing that he was looking at Steve with an angry glint in his eyes. (Y/N) didn’t hesitate to hold his hand - which was enough to get his attention - assuring him that everything was fine. “I’m good.”

Mike nodded, giving her a small smile and squeezing her hand before looking back at the movie. The girl smiled to herself before doing the same.

A few minutes went by and the mood seemed to have gotten better. Mike noticed that, leaning slightly toward her. He glanced at Steve - who seemed to be really watching the movie - before looking at her. “(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” she turned to him, noticing how close he was, making her heart skip a beat.

Mike felt hesitant and nervous, but he had to do it. “I like you.” his voice came out lower than expected and he feared she hadn’t heard and he’d have to say it again.

Luckily, she had heard him, he could know that when he saw the smile she had given him. “I like you too.”

Even though Mike already knew that, hearing those words coming out of her mouth was different. It was better. He smiled back at her, that funny feeling was in his stomach again as his gaze lingered on her lips. Mike took a deep breath before closing his eyes, leaning toward her. He just hoped this time he’d feel her lips on his. And he wasn’t disappointed.

Mike thought he had never felt so happy as at the moment he felt her lips - which tasted like soda - touching his. He squeezed her hand as they moved their lips awkwardly against each other’s. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as they slowly pulled away, feeling her heart melt at the passionate look Mike was given her.

He squeezed her hand once more before letting her hand go, passing his arm confidently around her shoulders. She felt him pull her lightly closer to him, wanting to have her as close to him as he could. The girl glanced at her brother, who was still focused on the movie, before finally laying her head on Mike’s shoulder, missing the small smirk that appeared on Steve’s face.


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Turning you on (here)

Warning: Smut - I originally wanted to make it soft smut-ish but I got carried away after kihyun so uhm yeah lol sorry not sorry. I also decided to go with a small scenario rather than being like only their reactions, hope you like it! 

Shownu would totally hide the fact he’s loving it, just to make you get even naughtier. Shownu would be doing something in the kitchen when you’d hug him from behind and start to run your hands under his shirt to feel his toned chest. He would turn around, trying to hide his smile and the make out session would start. While kissing you, he’d run his hands along your back, touch every inch of your body. After the both of you broke the kiss to get some air, you’d whisper in his ear “Should we move to the bedroom?” and you would lead him to the room before he’d even answer. You would then push him down on the bed and get on top of him, starting to undress and only keeping your lingerie on, and that’s at that moment he’d crack his signature smile. You would remove his shirt and kiss and suck on his collarbones, kissing your way down. He would then unclasp your bra and turn you around, being the one on top of you, “I can’t hold it anymore, I want you, y/n”. 

Wonho would be the one to want to touch you all over. It had been awhile since you saw Wonho because of his busy schedule, he was coming over to your house tonight so you wanted to make it a bit special. A couple minutes before his arrival, you had sent him a text saying “Go straight to the bedroom” to start to tease him. A few minutes later, he entered the house, left his bag near the door, removed his jacket and shoes and hastily walked towards the room. You were laying on the bed with your brand-new lingerie and a smirk appeared on Wonho’s face. He walked towards you, got on top of you, as he was about to start to touch and kiss you, you grabbed his hands and shook your hands “No hands until I allow you.” He smiled, he liked it when you were being a tease. You would then make him sit on the bed, remove his shirt, sit on his laps and kiss his neck and collarbone, he would pull you closer and he’d try to take off your bra but you would stop him right away, “I didn’t give you the permission yet” you’d wink at him and he’d tilt his head back and laugh in frustration. You would lay him down and take off his bottoms, to then start playing with his member. Knowing he couldn’t take it anymore you’d then take off your bra, take his hand and place it on your boob. He’d would right away sit up, pull you closer and suck on it. “I have been craving you so bad these past weeks, babe.” 

Kihyun would just sit back and enjoy you teasing him. You’d let him know that you were horny and he’d whisper “Make me crave you.” You’d start by sitting him down on the couch and get on top of him to take off his shirt. You would kiss his lips, his jawline, his neck, his collarbone and suck on his sweet spot on the crook of his neck, making him moan a little. You perfectly knew how to turn him on. It was now your turn to take off your shirt and by his surprise, you weren’t wearing anything under it, his eyes were looking at every inch of your chest. You’d lift his chin up to look at him straight in the eyes and kiss him passionately. He’d pull you closer to feel your skin against his. He’d start kissing your neck, your cleavage, licking and softly biting your nipple while playing with your other boob. You’d push him down, take off your pants and panty, take of his sit on him, making the both of you moan in pleasure.

Minhyuk would love it to bits. He would be the kind of person to usually wake up before you, so he would get in the shower to then come back to do a morning cuddle. But you had decided that this morning’s cuddle would be.. different. You opened your eyes as you saw Minhyuk getting out of bed and heading to the shower, and you waited a few minutes until you heard the water running. You also got out of bed and quietly opened the door, undress from your sleeping clothes and got in the shower with him. He would turn around right away once he felt your touch on his bare skin, looking at you from head to toes, smiling like a fool. You would get closer to him, and start making out under the warm water. Minhyuk would be the kind of person to easily get turned on by your scent, the touch of your bare skin, or just the feeling of your mouths and tongues dancing together. Breaking from the kiss, you would push him against the shower wall and start kissing his neck and collarbones while one of your hand made its way down there and started touching his hardening member, which made him tilt his head backwards, giving you more space to kiss him on his neck and giving him hickeys. He would then look at you, “Let’s finish this shower fast and have more fun, babe” while having the biggest smirk ever.

Hyungwon would also get easily turned on, just like during your makeout sessions. You had decided to tease him a little by giving small pecks, which would frustrate him because he wanted all of you and you’d find his pouts so adorable. The both of you sitting next to each other on the couch, you’d sit on his laps, grab his face and start the real make out, the heated one. You would tilt your head, licking his lower lip and let the both of your tongues dance together. His hand would be all over you ; he’d caress the back of your neck, then grab your butt and then run his hands on your bare skin under your shirt. You loved how he touched you. His sweet spot his his ear lobe, you would break from the kiss and softly bite his ear lobe, making him whine and push you down the couch, taking the lead because he couldn’t take it anymore and undress you after undressing from his clothes as well. Pulling your body closer to his, he’d leave trays of kisses all over your body, craving you even more. 

When it came to having sex, Jooheon would prefer to keep it as gentle as he is since he adored you so much, and so did you. And you would turn him on by being very touchy, turning small pecks into passionate kisses. You would then take him to the bedroom, undress him while still having your mouth on his and push him on the bed, climbing on top of him. You would get down on him, kissing his collarbones, his chest, stomach and then get to his member. You would look up to see if he was okay with continuing, and seeing the craving look in his eyes you’d kiss the tip of it and start sucking on it. His moans would get louder and louder, panting even more and he’d grab your hair. Assuming you did enough down there, you would climb on top of him and slide his hardened cock inside of you, making the both of you moan in pleasure. He would lift himself up, to pull your naked body onto his, and start thrusting in you, saying ‘I love you’ between moans. 

I.M would understand you’re horny right away with the way your kisses differ. You wouldn’t start of with small kisses, you’d attack his mouth right away which put him in the mood and he’d grab the back of your neck to deepened the kiss even more. You would feel his member hardening on your leg, which would make you smile during the kiss. His turn on spot would be his lips, when you’d softly bite on him he’d let out a small moan, giving you the go to continue. You loved to make him feel good, his moans were music to your ears. You would unbuckle his pants, pull them down and start rubbing his throbbing member threw his underwear, making him moan even more. He would suck on your skin, leaving hickeys as a signature and play with your boobs after undressing you. You would then undress him fully, push him to the bed and insert his member inside of you, his moans were getting louder and louder as you thrusted on him. His hands would curl into the bed sheets from the pleasure, and he would, from times to times, grab your butt, making you thrust even deeper. 


AN: so it was my birthday yesterday and i just wanted tom/someone to do cute shit with me on my birthday lol (ALSO I HIT 4K YESTERDAY THANK YOU EVERYONE)

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist // 

Originally posted by tomshollandss

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Tom looked at me apologetically through my phone screen.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I couldn’t be prouder of what Tom’s achieved but I missed his presence so much. Now, Tom couldn’t make it home in time for my birthday tomorrow because of a sudden rush shooting for his newest project.

“It’s okay. I understand. I just miss you, Tommy.” My voice was quivering and a tear slipped down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. Tom’s face crumbled.

“I miss you too, Y/N. I am so so so sorry. When I get back, I promise I’ll make it up to you. What do you want to eat? I’ll cook it.” Tom rambled. I wiped my nose.

“But you don’t know how to cook.” I stated.

“Well, I made you cry so now I do.” This made me laugh. “There’s the smile I love.”

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Midnight Circus pt.3

Originally posted by jeonilys

☾pairing: Jungkook ♡→  reader
☾genre: Angst. Fluff. Mature content. badboy summer fling au
☾summary: “You’re ten times hotter this summer, you know that?”

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He stood in front of the kitchen counter, pouring milk into his bowl of cereal. The rest of the guys were still asleep and he woke up uncharacteristically early—curtesy of you. He found himself thinking about you anytime he looked out that window—replaying what had happened the previous night. It was nothing in hindsight, he’s kissed countless girls, but not like that. He’s never done anything like that, not with a girl like you.

He scooped a spoon full of cereal into his mouth, looking through his phone as he chewed noisily. He was going through this texts messages when he looked down—he wondered if he should text you about your body wash, or body. Or should he kept just because.

You rolled out of bed, not making a single sound as you tip toed to the bathroom. Everyone decided to sleep in but you woke up on your internal clock. You thought you’d shower before everyone got up. Of course Jennie miraculously awoke from her deep slumber, rubbing her eyes as you brushed your teeth.

“Hey, good morning…sorry I fell asleep on the movie last night.” She got up, still attempting to rub the sleep from her eyes.

“All of you guys fell asleep, I knew you couldn’t hang.” You giggled, squirting toothpaste on your toothbrush. The other girls were sleeping and Jennie looked like she was about to go back to sleep, you secretly hoped she would—you needed to run out for a little bit. You closed the bathroom door, stripping your clothes and turning on the water. Shoot. You don’t have any body, and you can’t use just any body wash, you have sensitive skin. You threw on a robe and that’s when saw a missed text from Jungkook.

[1:04] Jungkook: you forgot something babe

[1:05] Jungkook: it smells good, it litterally smells just like you

[1:05] Jungkook: i might just keep it if u dont come and get it

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Sweet Tooth: Chapter Seven

A/N: I just want to write this story for the rest of my life. I love Lance Tucker man. I really truly do.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Cursing. Fluff. A mild moment of triggering body insecurity. Lance Tuckery(hah).

Summary: Lance Tucker has come back to his hometown with his ego bruised and his look on life more tainted then ever. When he runs into Y/N; a vibrant plus size woman he went to high school with at her bakery ‘Cake Faced’, he leaves the shop with the taste of sugar on his lips and a hunger that has nothing to do with the cupcakes.


Your pretty sure your dating Lance Tucker.

There’s a thought you never imagined would cross your mind. It feels alien just thinking it, but it was your reality. The last few weeks had been some kind of hazy day dream, full of intense touches and hot kisses and conversations that lasted for hours. You really couldn’t believe that it was even happening.

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You’re like caffeine

This is really self-indulgent to be honest (like the rest of the imagines pertaining to Peter has been) and hopefully, you will enjoy reading this just as much as I had a fun time planning this out in my head. There might be mistakes here and there because it’s way after midnight and I had a really long flight earlier. That aside, I am probably going to continue to indulge myself with floofy Peter Parker.


Originally posted by darlingriezmann

You blink a few times, trying to keep the sleep away as you wipe the counter lazily. There are not a lot of customers at the moment – granted, it is expected seeing as it is currently after midnight so the regular customers are all probably sleeping in, you envy them! – except for the very few college students who are slaving over their assignments at the moment. You let out a yawn, covering your mouth. “This is boring…” You murmur to yourself as you stop wiping the counter. You didn’t really need to clean it – you have cleaned all of the counters and tables for the past hour – that was how bored you were. Working the midnight shift is really not something you normally do but tonight, your workmate had an emergency and seeing as you would be getting paid double to cover for her, you decided to do it anyways (you really needed the money!).

You begin to fold tissues decoratively when the bell rung, signifying the arrival of a customer and you brighten up slightly before the smile on your face widen. “Hi, Peter!” You call out to your favourite customer – you’re really not supposed to be having any favourite customers but what your manager doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt her – when he stumbles inside.

Peter glances at you, a look of surprise painted on his face before he gives you a smile that could rival the sun; the one where he closes his eyes and the smile just slowly appears on his face, showing his beautiful teeth. He’s just too cute sometimes. He pads over to you. “Hi, Y/N.” He greets you – he comes over to this particular café so much he even knows your name! – and then the smile on his face is quickly replaced with a frown. “What are you, what are you doing here?” He tilts his head to the side before he crosses his arms. “I thought you don’t do the midnight shift?”

You chuckle at how adorable Peter is. This is also one of the reasons why he is your favourite customer – the fact that he actually pays attention to your mindless chatters and remembers most of what you have said makes you feel a tad bit happy. “Well. I technically don’t – so after tonight, you won’t be seeing me here.” You tell him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Are you quitting?” Peter exclaims and you immediately shake your head, chuckling at the confused look on his face. “Oh, um, did I get that wrong?” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and you giggle as you nod your head.

“I am covering for a workmate tonight.” You inform him and Peter nods his head. You blink a couple of times when Peter turns to look at the menu. You lean forward slightly and let out a gasp, causing Peter to look back at you – startled by how close you are to him. He flushes as he steps back, still staring at you.

“Peter,” You frown. You made a move to reach for his cheek but then remembered that you are still technically on the clock and if your manager decides to review the security camera, you are probably going to get in trouble. “What happened to your cheek?” You question before the frown on your face deepens. “And what are you doing out here so late?” You glance at the clock – it’s almost 1:30AM now.

Peter blanches – momentarily forgetting the fact that he had been thrown through a wall a few minutes earlier. The fact that you actually notice his bruising cheek is also making him feel slightly panicked. “Ah, yeah, couldn’t sleep so I – I decided to get something to drink. Which I am here for. And I finally chose something to drink.” He stumbles over his words, looking away from you to stare at the menu once more.

You bite the inside of your cheek from pressing the subject too much and lean back. “So what do you want to order?” You look at the menu – most of the drinks, you are able to make so there is really no worry about telling him ‘no’. “Do you want me to recommend something?” You turn back to look at him at the same time Peter turns to look at you. He flushes slightly before nodding his head.

“Yeah, yeah, that – that would be good.” Peter gives you a shy smile and you grin.

“You said you couldn’t sleep right?” You turn back to look at the menu before looking at Peter. “How about you take a seat and I’ll bring your drink over?” You tell him but Peter frowns.

“I still need to pay.” He fumbles to take his wallet out but before he can even take his money out, you press your hand against him, effectively stopping him from doing anything. He stares at you in shock.

“No worries – it’s on me.” If your manager sees this and questions you, you are just going to tell her the truth. “Just, you know, go take a seat and I’ll be right back with you.” You push him lightly in the direction of an empty table and Peter blinks a couple of times and nods his head. He slowly moves away from the counter, mumbling quietly to himself and you really could not help the smile that grew on your face.

Whenever you have troubles sleeping, you normally drank some hot tea with milk and that was what you made for Peter. You grab the to-go cup and brought it over to his table along with a pack of ice. Even though you wanted to change the subject, you really didn’t want the bruise to worsen. “Here you go.” You place the to-go cup right in front of him before taking a seat across of Peter.

Peter looks from the to-go cup (he smiled when he saw your nice little drawing of a stickman holding a cup) and look at you. “Thank you.” He holds the cup in his hands – the warmth feels really nice against his hands. He eyes the bag of ice you are currently holding and when you notice that he is looking at the ice, you handed it over to him.

“I know it’s none of my business but I really don’t want your bruise to worsen.” You tell him as you push the bag of ice to him. Peter opens his mouth to say something but closes it as he reaches for the bag of ice. He murmurs a quiet ‘thank you’. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t give you that bag of ice and that you didn’t look like you just got punched,” Peter winces at the truth, “So enjoy your drink yeah?”

Peter nods his head as he presses the bruise with the ice. Just a few months ago he had the same bruise on the same side of his face – courtesy to one Captain America – but this time around, it had probably been from one of Vulture’s guys. “Thanks, Y/N.”

You smile at him. “Anything for my favourite customer.” You wink at him causing Peter to sputter nonsense. You laugh before reaching over to pat his shoulders. “I have to go back to my counter or otherwise my manager is going to have my hide but I’ll see you around, yeah?” You stare at Peter, waiting for his answer.

With a flush over his cheeks, Peter nods his head shyly. He can’t really say he doesn’t like the attention he gets from you – he does. In fact, Peter knows he is probably harboring a small crush on you – after the whole thing with Liz, Peter wasn’t sure if he was ready to go through another heartbreak again but somehow, your cheery disposition attracted him.

“Yeah, yeah – of course, I’ll be back tomorrow!” Peter answers quickly and you giggle. Peter stands up and he looks at you before pulling the ice away. “Uh, thank you for the ice, Y/N.” He makes a move to give the ice bag over to you but thought against it before picking up his drink. “I’m going – to go home – um, good night, Y/N.” Peter tells you and you smile at him as you watch Peter hurriedly rush out of the café.

You laugh quietly to yourself – why is Peter such an adorable stuttering mess? Thanks to him, you are probably going to start looking forward to the next time you will be able to see him and your cheeks are honestly starting to hurt from all of the smiling.

Furry balls.

Modern!Ragnarssons x Reader.

@ivarinleatherpants​ wanted this after the puppy’s and i’m always a slut for ragnarssons in any situation, especially with animals, so here you go boo!!

yes, i did make a brandon rodgers quote.

Prompt: How would the Ragnarssons react to you bringing a stray kitten home.


Originally posted by alexander--ludwig

Humorously, when you first met Bjorn, you really weren’t attracted to him. In fact, you found him a total dick when you first met him  — short answers when he would decided you were good enough to talk too, odd looks, would always keep his distance, and it was his younger brother Ubbe you were trying to get at. Surprisingly, one day that was shot down when you found out the second-oldest was in a very serious relationship. After that information, you realized quiet a few times Bjorn had tried to give you hints that his brother was not available. Afterwards, it was shockingly the blonde who was there in your weakness.

You had grown so close over time, and now here you were; engaged and living in a beautiful house in the woods. Though, there had been one little problem with the relationship you two shared. He had always had a no inside pet rule, no matter what kind of animal it was, and you tried them all: birds, dogs, ferrets, etc. 

No, no, and no. The same answer every time. He never grew up with pets in the house, they always stayed outside. You, on the other hand, your house had always been close to practically being a zoo. You tried hard, you really did, and it was now to the point you were ready to cut corners.

So that day when he came home from work, hauling through the front door and looking around with narrowed eyes, your head tilted and you questioned him. His thick finger pointed at you accusingly. “I saw the bowls outside, babe, I told you  — “

“Well then,” You cleared your throat, motioning towards the porch that he walked through, which happened to be closed in. “You’d be happy to know that I’m actually listening to you.”

“Really?” He questioned, nodding his head towards the corner of the kitchen. “Because I see a bag of cat food over there, unless you slipped something in my lunch today.”

Delicate hands fell to your hips, shifting your weight to one foot. “It’s outside, boo,” You explained to him, feeling a little heart-broken that another one of your plans were beginning to fail. 

“And tomorrow it’s going to be inside.”

“Nuh  —  “

“I know you.”

Your heads both snapped towards the door, listening to the faint meowing coming through it. Chancing a glance a him, you saw the warning look cross his face before you took off running towards the door. Despite the fact he tried to tackle you, you effectively made it and threw the door open, immediately picking up the little fuzzy kitten that nuzzled into your warm touch. 

“It’s not even tomorrow yet…”

“But look at him, Bjorn!” You shouted, holding the little squirming baby up, it’s little triangle tail wagging like a puppy’s. “He has no mommy! He was stuck in the rain earlier!” 

You watched him stand, pinching the bridge of his nose and massaging it. The only sound that could be heard for the moment was the kitten mewling, and his electric blue eyes were piercing into it. The heart-break must of been obvious on your features, and it seemed this was the last time he could take it. “If you really want  — “

You screamed, bouncing up and down before running towards him, putting the three of you into a big group hug, one that the kitten seemed to love because it began purring and rubbing it’s head against his neck. His arms didn’t hesitate much to wrap around you.

… It was how much he actually loved you.


It had been a hard day at work you figured, when Ubbe came home that evening, offered you a rushed greeting and a soft kiss to your cheek. 

He practically waved you off when you tried to stop him, trying to explain to him what had happened to you today on your way home, but with his tired sigh, you allowed him to continue up the stairs to take a hot shower. It was how he always relaxed at work, and you knew how stressful his job could be, how important it was… and the fact he had to do it every day with all four of his brothers, you could imagine how annoying that would be.

You loved his siblings, just like they were your own, but they fought all the time, especially Ivar and Sigurd. There was nothing the two of them could disagree on and be salty over. So, you understood when he would not want to talk the first hour. The first time you had prodded had not turned out pretty, despite the fact you knew it would only rile him up more, he had snapped at you like he would of wanted to do to his brothers all day. Of course, he felt horrible about it later, but you understood and you apologized.

As you heard the water turn on upstairs, you went back to sitting on the couch, sipping your warm drink, going back to enjoying your book. Perhaps it was best to wait and tell him what you had brought home.

Grinning lightly, your thoughts wondered back to the little puffball that was roaming around your house, probably curled up on a bed, or sleeping in a basket of dirty clothes. 

You and Ubbe had talked so many times about getting a pet, thinking that it might be nice for you when you would be home alone for long hours of the day. It would give you a companion, one he wouldn’t have to worry too much about being home alone with you. One you could easier defend yourself against if something bad were to happen. But, for some reason, you just couldn’t find the right one to take home… and this little thing roaming in the rain seemed perfect as it mewled at you with large eyes and sopping fur.

A very feminine scream erupting from upstairs had you tossing your coffee mug in shock, watching it shatter and you glanced up towards the stairs, your heart racing. Suddenly, it was followed by a irritated shout of your name and you flushed, next hearing: “No, no, don’t bite me down there!”


Tonight must of been one of those nights at the company, Hvitserk calling you and asking you to come pick him up, he must of been sneaking whiskey in his coffee again to keep calm. You were just glad he never decided to drive home when he decided to do that, choosing to call you as his DD. 

Pulling up to the large building, you sat for a few minutes, glancing at your clock every so often. Really? He always chided you on not being late, but you could have stopped at the Taco Bell line during dinner rush and ate a party box by now, and now a whole 30 minutes had passed. Luckily, you had something to keep you busy. 

Looking up at the sound of a car unlocking, you watched his oldest brother Bjorn making his way towards his sleek vehicle. The man didn’t miss you though, flashing you a smile before hoping inside, starting up and driving away. He was probably excited to get home to Torvi and their kids. These guys worked so much, and so hard, especially after their father passed away. You were proud of Hvitserk for the shit he put up with. 

Playing some tunes, you even watched Ivar roll out of the building, but still there was no sign of your husband, and that worried you a bit. Usually he was the second out, trying to run away from the two youngest as quick as possible before he would have to help break up a fight.

Ready to unbuckle, despite the soaked squirming ball in your lap, you yelped in shock as you heard a voice through the open passenger window: “Why is there a kitten in your lap, sugar?”

Gaining back your wits from your mini-heart attack, your nails lightly raked through the wet fur. “Why isn’t there a kitten in your lap, boo?”

“Because I’m standing.”

“Touche’.” Even drunk, he was still a sarcastic asshat. 

Jumping into the car, he shut the door and immediately leaned his chair back so he could stretch out, arm laying across his face. You didn’t ask, you knew if he wanted to talk about it he would. You didn’t even bother to stop the kitten as it crawled from your lap to his, and you heard him sigh lightly. “These are 300 dollar pants…”


If there was one thing for sure, it was that Sigurd could not read a map to save his life. Honestly, it surprised you that you did you made it this far without getting into an accident, or killing anyone, with you have to take the map from him and fix it. But, his driving made you extremely anxious from how slow he was. You encouraged safe driving, of course, but he was like a hundred year old woman when it came to the highway, and his turns were way too wide. He was lucky you could multi-task.

Even though the highway wasn’t too busy as it was very early on a Saturday morning, he would still make a noise of discomfort every time you would stare at the map for too long, to which you would make it even worse by looking away from the road directly to glare at him. You had eyes all around your head, damn him.

Finally on the right path, you did decide to slow down a little bit to cruise as it was raining out, and you didn’t feel like going head first into a tree if a deer were to run out in front of you. 

“Oh!” Sigurd let out, causing your brows to furrow. 

“What?” You questioned, glancing over at him, noticing how he was trying to look out the back of the car at something behind you.

“I thought I saw a kitten  — “

There was no hesitation in the way you immediately jerked the car to the side, making a quick illegal turn in the middle of the road, listening as he screamed at you about driving laws and putting your lives in danger. “I have to go back!”

“It;s a highway!” He reminded you, trying to grab at you as you swatted his hands away, trying to unbuckle and get out. “You can’t just run across it to grab a cat!”

 “That mothers adrenaline is kicking in, Sigurd!” You yelled, literally kicking the door open and he quickly followed, still trying to stop you before it was too late. Your yell turned into a scream: “I can see every equation!”


Things had been surprisingly quiet that night, despite the argument you held with Ivar about an hour ago. Usually, after fighting, he would have trouble letting it go and leaving you alone, making snide remarks here and there, and you try to ignore them, but usually it ended up not working that way. It usually ended with the both of you sprawled out on the kitchen floor, completely naked and drenched in sweat, giving each other small smiles.

This time, despite the fact it was a blow-up over the smallest thing, but he was being completely selfish over the matter. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. It was just something so small, and he wouldn’t even be taking care of it anyway. It was there to keep you company when he was at work, and in the process, you had been helping it as well. 

On your way back from the grocery store, you had found a little kitten in the middle of the road, shivering and looking scared for it’s life. So, you took it home, and Ivar was no happy about it at all.

Now you were sitting by yourself in the living room, busying yourself with a book and your fiance’ was distancing himself from you in the kitchen. Where the kitten was, you didn’t know. You figured it was probably checking out the house, but that thought went away when you heard something breaking in the kitchen. A feeling of dread quickly ran through you as fast as it left, knowing that he wouldn’t of done something to the animal but you were off the couch and in the kitchen in seconds, running over to it and picking it up. You noticed him watching you, as you coo’d to the little baby, looking it over to make sure it was okay, and you just barely saw his eye narrow slightly. 

After making sure the little one was okay, you sat it down on the floor, far away from the broken glass and you proceeded to clean it up. Almost done with the task, you paused hearing the same noise again. Looking over your shoulder slowly, you saw Ivar with his hand out and another glass on the floor, his face dead of all emotion. “I can break things too,” He decided to remind you.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards.

The Assistant Job

Requested By: Anonymous

Can I request? Tom and the reader are dating and the reader is Harry’s assistant just like Harrison is to tom,and tom is worried that the reader will start to like Harry because they’re the same age and are best friends. Thankss!!! ❤️

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: You and Tom had been together for a few months, you had gotten close with his friends and family, especially Harrison and Harry. A few weeks later you become Harry’s assistant, making Tom a bit anxious that you could potentially fall for his brother instead, but you prove him otherwise.

Warnings: None really, it’s just cute

Word Count: 2,712

A/N: Ahhhh this was so fun to write and it’s so cute and ugh I love it so much???? Anyways thanks for requesting this! I haven’t seen many Tom imagines like this so it was really fun to create. I really hope you enjoy it. :))

Side Note: Also, sorry for not uploading for a few days, I hadn’t been feeling all too well, but you all were so understanding and supportive and I just love you all a ton! So thank you for that, and I am feeling better so get ready for some bomb ass imagines! ;)

Originally posted by hllands

You and Tom had been together for about five months, you had met at the coffee shop around the corner one day, you both ended up ordering the same drink, blushing embarrassedly at one another. 

Since that day, you two started going on dates, coffee dates, mainly because you both knew each others orders and it was something simply and not very hectic.

From there on you learned he was an actor, that he was the Marvel character Spider-Man, which made you fan girl on the inside, Spider-Man was your favorite.

You soon told him that too, making him give you a wink, causing you to blush madly, doing your best to sip your coffee and play it off, but there was no hiding the amount of red that was on your cheeks, and Tom loved it.

After more dates at the coffee shop, Tom eventually asked you out on a real date, to a real restaurant, causing your heart to beat a lot quicker.

You weren’t sure it was the best idea, you didn’t want him to be stressed out if paparazzi followed him, but he insisted that it was what he wanted, so you went along with it.

Tom had gotten reservations at a small little Italian restaurant a few blocks down the street, it was the cutest place you’d ever seen. It had little dangly lights above and around the building, Italian music faintly playing in the background, it was already so perfect.

Tom gently took your hand in his, directing you to the table he had reserved, making your eyes widen slightly. It was gorgeous, it was a little table away from people, giving you two privacy.

That night changed everything between the two of you, mainly because that’s when Tom asked you to become his girlfriend, nearly causing you to choke on a tortellini.

You could see the love in his eyes as he looked into yours, making you feel warm and tingly on the inside, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

Needless to say, it was the best first real date you had ever had, even better that it was with a guy you truly felt something for.

Months went by and Tom finally introduced you to his family, you were already in love with his siblings, especially Paddy, you wished you had a little brother like him.

You also became super close with Harry, you two were the same age so you both bonded extremely well.

One day Harry had invited you to join them on set of Tom’s movie, also where you met Harrison, Tom’s best friend and assistant. You automatically loved Harrison too, he was just as dorky as Tom.

Since that day on set you started thinking a lot, you really did need a job, you weren’t famous like Tom, you were an ordinary girl who had bills to pay and food to buy.

That’s when it clicked, you could be an assistant like Harrison, but who you would be an assistant for was the key.

You thought about this idea for a few weeks, talking to Harrison about what it was like working with Tom and what he did for him. You were really serious about becoming an assistant, and Harrison could tell you weren’t going to give up.

You then talked to Tom about it, he wasn’t thrilled of the idea, but he knew you were just trying to do your part in the world, he knew that you weren’t like him where making money wasn’t a huge issue, which is exactly what you had told him before.

You both talked about it for days, until Tom finally gave in seeing you weren’t going to let it go, and all he wanted for you was to be happy, and if being an assistant to someone would make you happy, he would be happy too.

After discussing it with Tom you went to the last person to get their opinion on it, and that was Harry.

You told Harry your plan, how you wanted to become and assistant because you needed money to pay for everything, and the entire time you were talking you never noticed the faint smile on Harry’s lips.

“Y/N.” Harry interrupted you, making your eyes snap up to look at him.

“Hmm?” You hummed, playing with a string on the edge of your sleeve nervously, this was a huge deal to you.

“Why don’t you become my assistant? I know I’m not huge like Tom, but I do short films and I could always use an extra hand to keep me organized.” Harry explained, the smile growing on his lips as he saw your ecstatic expression on your face.

“Harry, if you’re playing me right now I swear to god-” You started off, but Harry shook his head, the smile never leaving his face.

“Y/N, I promise you I’m not playing you, I genuinely mean this.” Harry smiled, making your eyes light up and your heart beat so loud you were sure he could hear it.

“Then yes! Yes! I’d love to be your assistant, oh my god, thank you Harry, you’re amazing.” You squealed excitedly, hugging your best friend as he laughed at your reaction.

“Of course Y/N, believe me, you’re doing me a huge favor." Harry laughed, making you laugh along with him.

A few days later you started working as Harry’s assistant, you had told Harrison and Tom about your new job, they were both extremely happy for you, they knew how bad you wanted this position.

However, once you left to go check on Harry, Tom pulled Harrison to the side, a nervous look in his eyes.

"Dude, what if she falls for my brother? They’re already best friends, and they’re the same age.” Tom whispered, biting his nail anxiously as Harrison looked at him in disbelief.

“Tom, have you seen the way Y/N looks at you? Or when she’s even around you? You mean the world to her. The fact she came and asked you about becoming an assistant in the first place had to of been a bit step for her since she wanted your opinion.” Harrison explained, making Tom’s heart melt slightly, he never really noticed all the small details until Harrison started pointing them out.

“Believe me buddy, you have nothing to worry about. Now this was a nice talk, but you need to go change and get ready for your next scene.” Harrison laughed, patting him on the back before directing him to his changing room.

You on the other hand were helping Harry set up a new short film he was making, he needed some supplies, which is where your new job came in.

“Hey Y/N, do you think you can run to the store and grab some extra props? And maybe a few snacks?” Harry smiled, as you responded with a thumbs up before leaving the building.

You loved this job, sure it might be a tad stressful, but it was worth it, you were getting paid fairly decent, which was the main objective out of all of this. You needed the money to pay for your apartment bills, and for food, so no matter what you had to do, you did it.

You rushed to the store, grabbing a few extra props that he had written down for you, then you decided to treat his crew with a few tasty snacks.

You smiled slightly, walking into the all too familiar coffee shop, the one place that could make your heart swell up with pure happiness and love, and it was all thanks to Tom.

You walked up to the counter, ordering ten coffees, and a few little goodies along the side, before leaving the shop.

It took about ten minutes to arrive back at the set, you gave Harry’s crew the extra props, which they thanked you for tremendously, and then you surprised them with the coffee and little goodies.

You watched as their faces lit up, surprised you had brought them something, they eagerly took the drinks and snacks, but not without giving you a hug and mumbling a thank you.

You then walked over to Harry who was busy directing someone, you waited until they were done shooting the scene, before he turned around his face turning into a bright smile at the sight of you.

“Hey Y/N! Thanks for grabbing the extra props, you were a life saver.” Harry praised you, making your cheeks warm up a tad.

“Of course, it’s what I’m here for, also here’s some coffee’s and some snacks, I already gave the others to the rest of the crew.” You smiled, handing them over to Harry who looked at you in amazement.

“If I knew you were going to be this great, I would have asked you waaay earlier to be my assistant.” Harry winked, making you laugh and shake your head at his answer.

“Hey can I ask a favor?” You spoke up before he returned to his set, he gave a nod signaling you to continue.

“I got some coffee and snacks for Tom and Harrison, do you mind if I go and deliver them?’ You gave a small smile, as Harry nodded and gave you a thumbs up, putting a small tiny sandwich into his mouth.

You quickly rushed out, driving down to Tom’s set, it took about fifteen minutes since they filmed so far away.

You eventually made it, grabbing the drinks and snacks, and thanking security for letting you enter the set, then went on your search for Tom and Harrison.

You soon found them, Tom was filming a scene with Jacob, you recognized it as the part where Ned had found out Peter’s secret, which made you laugh quietly.

You walked over to Harrison, who’s eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting you to be here at all.

"Hey Y/N, it’s good to see you, we weren’t expecting you here today.” Harrison smiled, making you shrug and smile back.

“I actually brought you and Tom coffee and snacks, I had gone out to get extra props and snacks for Harry and his crew, and decided to get you guys a lil something too.” You smiled happily, handing over the drinks and snacks.

“Wow Y/N, you didn’t have to do this. You really are kind hearted, no wonder Tom is so into you.” Harrison chuckled, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

“Speaking of Tom.. Here he comes.” Harrison grinned, nudging your elbow, as you laughed and swatted his arm.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” Tom smiled happily, pulling you into a tight embrace, making your body tingle.

“Well, as I was telling Harrison, I brought you boys a lil somethin’.” You winked, making Tom grin at you slightly.

“Tell me you didn’t.” Tom started, but his smile only got wider as he saw the coffee sitting on the table, beside some snacks.

“You’re amazing you know that right?” Tom smiled at you, making you shrug and play with your hair slightly.

“I do what I can.” You laughed, making Tom’s heart beat quicker, the sound of your laugh was like music to his ears.

“Apparently from what Harry has told me, Y/N’s doing an excellent job being his assistant.” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“I really like this position, what can I say.” You smiled, walking over to Tom who took a bite of a sandwich you had gotten.

Harrison grinned at you, making you blush slightly, looking at Tom who was already looking at you.

“How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life?” Tom spoke aloud, causing your heart to beat quicker.

Harrison sneaked away, leaving you two alone, there was no way he was going to interrupt one of your guys ‘moments.’

“Maybe because you’re an extremely wonderful person?” You smiled, making him laugh, which made you love him even more.

“The only person that is wonderful is you, Y/N.” Tom smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I disagree.” You smiled, making him shake his head and laugh quietly.

You felt his hands rub the center of your back gently, causing goosebumps, but you loved his touch, you just loved everything about him.

He gently brought you closer, before softly placing his lips on yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet, something you’d always cherish.

You both pulled away, smiles on both of your faces, as you gently cupped his cheek.

“I wish you could be my assistant all the time.” Tom mumbled, making you laugh, which made him laugh along with you.

“If I was your assistant, I would never be as professional as I am now.” You winked, before pecking his lips one last time and running off, but not without giving him a cheesy smile from over your shoulder, seeing his shocked expression.

“-Wait! Y/N! What does that mean?” Tom shouted, his eyes widened slightly, as he heard your laughter leave the building.

Harrison looked at Tom who was standing there, still stunned at your comment, trying to process what you had said.

Tom didn’t even notice Harrison had walked over to him until he felt a pat on his back.

“Dude, you’re so whipped.” Harrison laughed, making Tom’s cheeks heat up and a smile form on his lips.

“Dude, I know.” Tom mumbled, taking a sip of the coffee you had gotten him, he couldn’t imagine a better person in his life other than you.

The Labyrinth Chapter 31

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 3.5k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

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