I just wanted to take a second out of your day and say that I’m thankful for you. It doesn’t matter if we’re friends, have talked once, or maybe not at all, just know that I love you and am glad you are on this planet.
Summary: Dan and Phil are
reluctant stepbrothers soon to be strangers. When Dan’s father decided to marry
Phil’s mother, no one could have predicted the marriage ending in flames only a
few weeks later. The two boys who avoided each other at all costs during the
marriage are brought together one last time before they part ways forever. Phil
hates Dan. Dan can’t stand Phil. But what happens when a house party goes
terribly wrong and they end up needing each other more than their parents ever
AKA. Angsty teenage
Dan, a drunken night no one can remember, mysterious hickies, thigh riding,
overstim, sexual tension for days etc…
Title: The Haunting of Thomas Sanders (pt. 3) A/N: this took too long to put out, and I’m so sorry for that! I couldn’t decide exactly how I wanted this to go, but I think I finally gave myself direction, thank the lord. Warnings: some death talk, one f-bomb, drinking mention
“This is ridiculous,
and I hope you know that,” Thomas said as Joan set up the spirit board on the
coffee table. They looked up at him with
a smirk, slapping down the planchette in the middle of the board.
“Ridiculous or terrifying?” Joan asked.
Thomas rolled his
eyes and sat down across from the other, drawing his feet together under the
table. “How is this even gonna
accomplish anything? Give me another
nightmare about something that doesn’t exist and didn’t happen?”
“Noooo, it’s gonna
tell you what your ghosts want from you!”
Thomas knew there
was no fighting it, Joan had made their mind up that this is what the two of
them were going to do. They set themselves
up, either one with their hands barely on the planchette. “Talyn, you gonna join us?” Thomas offered.
Talyn shook their
head from where they sat on the sofa, kicking their feet toward the other
two. “You guys have fun talking to
demons; I’ll just watch.”
“What do we even
ask, first of all?”
Joan thought about
it for a second, then had the perfect question.
“How many of you are here?” The
planchette started to move in small circles, gradually getting wider and wider
Being pregnant was taking a toll on you, especially since it was your first. 5 months of having another human in your stomach, eating most of your food then making you empty it down the toilet.
Harry, your husband, was nothing but supportive. Reminding you that you looked now extra lovely after you complain about your favorite cloth items not fitting you anymore.
“You’re very fluffy. I’m practicing cuddles with 2 instead of just you now.” He’d say with a grin.
You were both invited to an engagement outing, celebrating two of your mutual friends.
“Harry, black or beige dress?” You asked, holding both dresses for him as he sat on the bed.
“Beige. I like it when your bump shows.” He grinned.
You giggled and nodded.
After you had both changed to your outfits, spraying perfumes on each other and Harry helping you put on your flats, you were in the car before Harry drove off.
“I’m in the mood for some Take Me Home jams.” You said, searching through Harry’s CDs. Harry groaned, only making you laugh.
You started singing off keys to Kiss You, teasing Harry as he laughed at you.
After you had arrived to the fancy restaurant where the outing was held, handing the couple a small gift from the both you and greeting all of your friends, you both sat down, joking with everyone.
Right as the waiter was going to pour Harry wine, Harry held his hand out, shaking his head with a polite smile, “Thank you.”
You looked at him confusingly and watched as the waiter tipped his head and moved back. “Why didn’t you drink? It’s your favorite wine. You can have one, I can drive.” You told him quietly.
“Remember when you first told me you were pregnant and I told you we were in this together?” Harry asked, looking at you. You nodded. “I mean it. If you’re not supposed to drink, neither am I. And I know this is your favorite as well.”
You smiled at him, watching as his attention was diverted to one of your friends who had called for him, butterflies erupting in your stomach — you hope it was butterflied and not your baby acting up.
“Y/N, Harry, do you have any advice for us? You’re the only married ones here.” Jason, the groom-to-be asked, looking at both of you as he sat beside his fiancée.
You giggled, looking at Harry who glanced at you with a smile before looking back at Jason. “You take care of each other. You talk every argument out. You’re going to vow to love each other, through thick and thin and this what you will do, love each other.” Harry told them, making the whole table awe and you to grin.
“To Jason and Sarah!” You held your mango juice glass, Harry shooting you a funny face before holding up his empty glass as everyone clinked their glasses together with a cheer.
Once you reached your home sweet home and took off your flats, you groaned loudly, looking at your swollen feet. “Here comes big foot.” You joked.
“You want some massage, baby? You like those.” Harry smiled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pecking your cheek.
“I’d appreciate that. Very much actually.”
And so, you had both changed into your pajamas and washed your faces and brushed your teeth before you both were in bed, sitting opposite to each other as Harry massaged your feet, tickling you every once in a while.
You stared at the ceiling, recalling every sweet gesture Harry had done, a smile drawn to your lips. “Hey, Haz?”
“Thank you. For handling all of this so well.”
“I’m your husband. It’s my job.” He had said, crawling on top of you, careful not to add weight on you. “I’d do anything just to have you and baby Styles happy.”
Summary: Reader and Bob are secretly dating. However, their characters just got together on the show and on a conference everyone teases them about it. It makes them, especially reader, feel uncomfortable. So reader confronts the cast members about it and Bob unintentionally reveals that they are dating which makes cast freak out.
I couldn’t decide if this con was disaster or the best time of my life. It was the first con when I and Bob were a couple. The problem was that no one knew.
We had decided to keep it a secret. In fact I didn’t know why, but it was Bob’s idea. He thought that it would be better because it would prevent us from getting various kinds of reactions from fans. Because this fandom could be really harsh towards the actors and make our lives a living hell.
-rich was the one to ask jake out. he was ungodly nervous and asked everyone in their group to help out.
-jake and rich were the kind of “moving too fast” kind of couple but didn’t care.
-everyone thinks jake is the big spoon because of his height but rich backpacks jake every night.
-once jake woke up to richs droul on his face.
-out of the whole ‘squip squad’ rich and jake were the first sexually active couple.
-rich and jakes first date was to this bakery and they just chilled and talked and then went to a park afterwards and shared their first kisses with each other.
-rich is the mosg supportive boyfriend. he goes to all of jakes games and practises and cheers him on. he even makes signs.
-so rich really likes thigh highs and crop tops and skirts and jake loves to see him in them.
-jake loves when him and rich go see outdated movies. it leaves them alone in the theater and can narrate stupid stuff.
-rich is a major power bottom.
-funny story: once the 'squip squad’ was playing a game of 7 minutes in heaven at jakes house and rich and jake went tofther and stayed in there for a solid 23 minutes just making-out and leaving hickies on each other.
-jake ended up picking rich up (with richs legs around his waist) and telling everyone to, “get the hell out.” and lets just say, everyone has audio of rich being very loud.
-jake is a major aftercare monster. there are many piggyback rides and tea times.
-jake and rich once won prom king and king.
-rich ended up buying am apartment with jake because if jakes situation and richs obnoxious father.
-everynight the two cuddle and kiss and tell each other what mafe them happy that day and what makes them love the other the most.
hey guys! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS WOW!! i can’t thank you guys enough:) so have some richjake:)
Hey Taylor! It’s been exactly one month since the Rhode Island 2 Secret Session so I thought I would take this chance to gather some messages from some of us that were there, i hope you enjoy seeing them xoxo Sam
- Julia aka @throwinbigparties: heeeeey taylor!! it’s been one month since we met!!! just wanted to say thanks for everything you have done for me and trusting me enough to invite me over and listen to reputation weeks before it was released!! Thanks for always making me feel welcomed and loved and creating the best inside jokes and dancing with me. No one ever compares to you, you are the best the best thing in my life. I love you so much, see you on tour 😇💘🌞
- Rebecca aka @rgarcia121912: Thank you Taylor for the memories and friends I made at the secret sessions! It was a dream finally meeting you and I’m forever grateful! ❤️
- Maria aka @taylorschickennuggets: Dear Taylor, thank you so so so much for that one incredible night. I’ll never stop thanking you for inviting me into your home, and playing me your brand new album. Those memories are ones i’ll always cherish, and I cannot wait to see you in Detroit. You’ve done so much for me, and I can’t wait to see what you can do for others.
With love, Maria :)
- Emily aka @imyour-americanqueen: Thank you for everything Taylor!!! My mom and I can not thank you enough for this wonderful night!!! Can’t wait to see you again on tour in Houston and Dallas!!😘❤️
- Melissa aka @swiftiesparkleshine: Words can’t express how appreciative my mom and I are for inviting me to a Reputation Secret Session! I love you so much and can’t thank you enough for listening to me pour my heart out to you! From looking at my iridescent nails that I polished the morning of the Secret Session, to taking an epic picture holding the Grammy for 1989 Album of the Year as you hugged and squeezed me, every moment with you was perfect and enchanting! My mom and I look at the taymazing pictures from that night all the time and are still speechless that we met you!! You are a human angel who only deserves the absolute best! Meeting you has given me renewed hope that I will beat Lyme disease! I am so proud of you and “Reputation!”
Love always your friend
- Briana aka @fearlesssince09: I love you Taylor and thank you for everything that you do for us!
- Anne aka @tswiftreputation1989: Meeting Taylor was a once in a lifetime dream that I never thought I’d experience. I’d like to thank Taylor and her team for such a great experience and thanks to all the friends I made. I’m grateful for everyone and moment experienced
- Kels aka @areyoureadyforswift: Hey T!! Thank you for being a constant source of light in all of my darkest moments. You shine so bright and i miss you very much. Love always, Kelsey
- Jess aka @reputaytionxo: Dear Taylor, I am eternally thankful to you for consistently teaching me that being yourself and working towards your own happiness and goals is achievable and unselfish. Meeting you was one of the first times i’ve ever felt that something truly amazing has come out of believing in myself/my dreams & staying true to what i’m passionate about despite ridicule. Thank you for being you, making my dream come true and inspiring me in every single way. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you. Love, Jess
- Gabby aka @how-lovely-indeed: hey taylor! thank you so much for the most incredible night of my life. Standing by your side for 10 years has shaped me into the person I am today. You have been with me through my best and my worst and I am so grateful for that. See you on tour in Nashville! I love you!!!
- Liv aka @livlovesswift: Hi Taylor! It’s just been a month since I met you and I already miss you more than words can describe. Thank you so very much for inviting me to your beautiful home, creating brilliantly beautiful music that has helped me through so much, for being your wonderful, sincere self and for caring about me as much as I care about you. I am so incredibly grateful to have you in my life and I love you more than ever.
- Lylah aka @likeanygreatlove13: Taylor, thank you for what you said after I told you about what I went through at the beginning of this school year. Your words meant more than you know and I love you so much!! Thanks for having me over ;) ❤️❤️
-Annie aka @sunsets-swift: Taylor, thanks so much for being a constant in my life for the last 10 years. You’ve shown me how powerful thoughts can inspire people & that’s why I love to write. And, more than anything, thanks for pushing me to dare to dream bigger! I miss you like crazy & can’t wait to see you on tour. -♡Annie
- Megan aka @couldbtrusted: i literally cannot thank you enough for everything that happened on 10/19/17! because of you, ive met a couple of strangers who turned out to be some of my best friends. i had the time of my life bopping out to reputation and getting to hang out with you for a whole night! i love you endlessly!!
- Giselle aka @theysayididsomethingbad: Hi Taylor!! It’s been one month since I got to do the one thing I’ve been dreaming of since I was 7 years old, hug you and tell you how much I love you. I’m so thankful for that night, for your happiness, and this album. Love you and miss you already 🖤
- Taylor aka @icanmakethebadguys-good: Hi Tay! Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us this era. Reputation is everything we could have asked for - I love it! I love you so much and am so grateful for your generosity and kind soul.
- Darcy aka @darcyreputation13: It was beyond amazing to get invited, let alone to actually meet you!! I hope our paths cross again one day and I actually say all the things I blanked out on saying. See you on tour though!! :)
- Bethany aka @icantwithtaylor: Honestly still can’t believe that I was invited to a secret session. Taylor, you are the kindest person I have ever met and can’t thank you enough for the opportunity.
- Lindsay aka @lindsaylovestaylorswift: When I walked in the room Taylor yelled “HEY LINDSAY!! How’s the FIGURE SKATING GOING?!” Tay, good thing you pulled me in for a tight hug real quick cause I was like .13 seconds away from passing out. We spoke about so much- my sister Lauren, my new photography website fundraiser for Yale Children’s Hospital, applying to colleges… and how you’ve helped me so much through the years. Thanks so much for everything. I will “hold on to the memories”, and they will hold on to me. (PS- that lyric is my senior quote!) ❤️✨
-Keyena aka @taylorslays13: Hey Taylor!! Ah, I miss you so much and I still can’t believe I met you. I’ll never be able to express how thankful and grateful I am that I was at a SS. Meeting you was everything I wanted & more. ❤️ I’m so proud of you & the album!! See you on tour! 🤗 love you forever & always!
- Sam aka @nowimyourdaisy: There’s so many things I want to say but I’ll cut it down as short as possible. Taylor, I love you so much. I remember doing biography projects about you in middle school, and dancing around my room the day before I started high school. You’ve been with me as a i grew up and I can’t thank you enough for being the best role model. I love you so much, and I never thought you would know who I was or want to meet me. Thank you for inviting me into your home and sharing your life with me. It means the world to me.
Hey! Could you do a small fic with the prompts 15 and 46 where the reader and James used to be best friends and then they fell apart because of his ego please. Can there be a lot of angst? Thanks 💛
yay James!!!!! i am so happy!!! I know you said ‘small’ but i don’t know the meaning of the word and i can’t find it in the dictionary, sorry…
Oh, and I couldn’t possibly write a James x Reader with Lily involved in the story so she kinda isn’t? I’m sorry once again …
15. “I miss you, but then i remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.” and 46. “I hate that I still love you.”
On your one thousand and ninety-fifth day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you turned your back on James Potter and walked out of his life.
It was nothing personal except…well, it was personal. You had no idea what happened, but James transformed into someone else, someone you didn’t like. Someone who was rude and egotistical, an arrogant bully who thought of no one but himself. You put up with him until your third year, when you decided that it was best for him to remain a stranger.
Except, you never thought he’d let you walk away so easily. And perhaps that was what hurt the most. Because James was your first love best friend before he was the boy who broke your heart, and it may have not mattered to him at the time but it certainly mattered to you. You only get one heart after all, and though that heart can heal, it still bears the scar where you’ve stitched it together.
So, you left James Potter standing alone in the Astronomy tower, bitter tears in your eyes and your bleeding heart in his hands, and you never spoke to him again.
Except…not really. Your story doesn’t end here. This is only the beginning.
No, it really started sometime later, on your two thousand, five hundred and fifty-fifth day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“(Y/N), you are a vision of beauty! A sight for sore eyes” said a cheery, familiar voice. A wild Sirius Black had appeared beside you and your friends giggled girlishly “Welcome back to Hell with a capital ‘H’ for another year.”
“I’m so glad I have Satan to personally escort me into my seventh year,” you drawled, sardonically, and Sirius smirked.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grinned, “By the way, congratulations on becoming Head Girl.”
Sirius winked at one of your friends, and she blushed bright red and slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling. You rolled your eyes at your friend.
“Don’t encourage him,” you chided, before turning toward Sirius, who was grinning devilishly at you. “What do you want?”
“I want a lot of things,” Sirius smirked, “World peace, the end of poverty, Celestina Warbeck personally serenading me to sleep…”
“That would be nice if you were competing for Miss Universe,” you snipped, “but you’re not, so what do you really want?”
Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Your friends snickered and whispered amongst themselves as Sirius pulled you back so you walked behind them. “It’s about James.”
Summary: sometimes, being at the wrong place at the right time means that your life can change.
A/N:“I´ll tell you my name if you can find me again” is my prompt to celebrate that @just-some-drabbles has hit 4k followers. Congratulations! I have already written to you toooo many times to tell you about your awesome work and writing skills, so you deserve them and more :)
“I come back from work now, and the house is filled with strangers that Tyler has accepted. All of them working. The whole first floor turns into a kitchen and a soap factory. The bathroom is never empty.”
Summary: At the age of 23, Adrien thought he was pretty independent finally living separately from his father. He had his job, friends and Marinette to whom he still hadn’t confessed after years of silently loving. Then one night a phone call changes everything. A forced, “you don’t really have an option if you value your life” marriage to a childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen in years or prove that you have your own fiancée until the sun goes down. Marinette will help him. That’s what best friends are for, right?
She shouldn’t be home yet - Adrien thought but decided to knock first anyway. No one opened.
“So far so good,” he whispered to himself and pulled out his own key. The blond poked in his head first before entering and looked around. The space was desolated.
“Marinette?” he called her name just to make sure he was there alone. Receiving no answer, Adrien grinned to himself.
Great. I have a few hours then.
The young man carefully put a few bags and a bouquet of flowers on the floor and was about to take his shoes off when an overexcited dog appeared out of nowhere and knocked him down.
“Hey, Tikki.” Adrien couldn’t stop laughing as he tried his hardest to prevent the invader from licking his face all over. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy her affection because he did. A lot. However, today he had to look perfect. No messy hairstyles and sloppy drool on his jaw allowed.
“There, there, girl,” he petted the puppy. “I am happy to see you too! Really, really happy. Now let me go, please.”
Tikki, a one-year-old ginger cocker spaniel, stepped back and gave Adrien a chance to get up.
“Today is the big day, girl,” the blond said once on his feet. “Today I’m finally going to tell your mommy the truth.”
Summary: You and Peter both go to Midtown High and he’s got the biggest crush on you. What Peter doesn’t know is that you harbour the same feelings and Tony Stark is your not-so-related uncle.
Peter tried to keep his crush on you on the down low, he really did, but Ned and Michelle could see right through him.
“You’re staring again,” Ned whispered into Peter’s ear during fourth period history. You were scribbling down notes on a fresh sheet of paper and Peter couldn’t help but notice how you liked to colour code everything.
“What?” Peter replied, snapping his gaze from you to Ned. “No I’m not.” Ned rolled his eyes. “You know, if you keep doing that, your eyes will fall out of your sockets.” This prompted Ned to roll his eyes again.
“I’m serious, man. Why don’t you go and talk to her?”
“I’ll make a fool out of myself.”
“But you’re Spider-Man,” Ned argued. “Everyone’s talking about you. You have so many fangirls who would kill to go on a date with you.” Peter swatted Ned’s shoulder.
“She doesn’t know me as you know who. I want her to like me as Peter Parker,” Peter said, followed with a sigh.
“Alright, class,” the teacher said, bringing Ned and Peter’s attention away from you. “With the slips of paper you received this morning, I want you to find your partner. You’ll have the same topic, and the report, and power point presentation will be due in exactly two weeks. You’ll have some time in class to work on it. Chop, chop!” Ned huffed when he saw Peter had a different topic than he did.
Peter looked at different people and thought this pairing idea was stupid, until he found out you had the same topic he did. Peter did backflips in his head because this meant he got to spend more time with you.
“Hey, Peter,” you said once you found your partner.
“Hey, Y/N. Let’s get started?” he asked. You smiled and set your stuff down at a desk and began researching. Peter thought it was cute that you had to keep pushing up your glasses, which was obviously too big for your face, but he thought it was cute anyways.
He knew you from freshman year. You had just moved to Queens and didn’t have any friends. You and Peter weren’t exactly friends, but you weren’t exactly strangers. A couple projects here and there granted you guys acquaintances. He loved that you weren’t snobby like most girls. He liked the fact that you never wanted to be like the other people and never succumbed to peer pressure. He like that you were the quiet type, always sticking your nose in a book if you weren’t talking to your friends. Peter liked you the way you were and desperately wanted to get to know you better, further than just a name-to-name basis.
This project was worth a hefty percentage of your grades, so the two you spent a lot of time together crafting the perfect presentation. You came to Peter’s house often, getting to know him more. Your uncle, Tony Stark, had teased you about seeing you with a boy, and you always blushed every time he mentioned “the boy you’re supposedly studying with.”
“Peter, are you sure I can stay?” you asked when May left the apartment.
“It’s fine. She trusts us, so she has no problem leaving us alone,” Peter replied, uncapping his highlighter. You shrugged and began typing on your computer.
“So, what do you think about Spider-Man?” you asked casually. Peter’s ears perked and he looked at you.
“W-What? Why do you ask?”
“No reason. He’s everywhere lately. I’ve never had the chance to see him in action. He was spotted just last night, actually.”
“Around the sandwich shop you like. He stopped a bank robbery,” you said.
“Oh. Sounds cool,” Peter said, trying to play it cool. He took a deep breath.
“I think he’s really cool. You know, always saving people from the small crimes. He takes care of the little guy,” you said, grinning to yourself. Peter grinned as well and blushed.
Another hour passed by at it was nearing three in the afternoon.
“I should get home,” you said while packing your belongings. “I have martial arts training in an hour.”
“You fight?” Peter asked.
“Not really. It’s more of self protection, if anything.”
“Oh. Sounds nice. Let me walk you out.” Peter followed you to the front door and opened it for you.
“Same time tomorrow?” you asked.
“Same time tomorrow. I’ll be sure to make loads of coffee for you,” said Peter. You laughed and waved at him, waiting for Happy to arrive at Peter’s doorstep. He was there in no time and you climbed into the back seat.
“Hey, Happy,” you greeted.
“Hey, squirt. Natasha’s already at the compound so you can start your training earlier, if you’d like.” You shrugged. You both drove in silence for a few minutes before he put on a classic rock radio station and you both found yourself singing along. Happy opened the door for you once you reached home and waved goodbye to you as you entered the compound from the garage.
After changing into workout clothes, you put your hair in a ponytail and met Natasha in the gym.
“Hey, Nat,” you said with a smile.
“You’ve been awfully cheery for the the past week,” she noted.
“Am I not allowed to be happy?”
“Is it a good test grade? Did Tony buy you a car? Are you seeing a boy?” You blushed at the last comment. “So it is a boy. Tell me what he’s like while we spar.” The two of you stood face to face and threw a few punches at each other.
“He’s so smart. Wicked smart. It’s unbelievable that he didn’t skip a grade. Plus, he’s really nice and not one of the mean kids at school, like Flash.” You dodged one of Natasha’s punches and swung your leg underneath hers, to which she jumped.
“He’s kind of quiet, like me. I don’t really talk to him, though. I guess we only started talking because of the project. I’ve been over at his place to finish it.”
“You’ve already been to his house? You work really fast,” Natasha joked. You moved your body so that you could tackle Natasha and pin her down, your eyes looking down at hers.
“It’s really not like that, Natasha.” With a mutual agreement, you both decided that was enough sparring for the day and you grabbed your water bottle. “It’s only for this project. I don’t even think he wants to talk to me after. I’m so awkward and bad with boys.”
Natasha patted you on the shoulder. “Don’t think about it too hard. I know I don’t have the best track record when it comes to men, but just know that he’s a dumbass if he stops talking to you.”
Steve and Bucky entered the gym and Steve cocked an eyebrow.
“Who is this ‘he’ we’re talking about?” You groaned and tried to exit the gym, but Bucky stood in front of you and crossed his arms.
“He’s no one,” you tried to argue.
“Do I need to beat someone up?” Bucky asked, looking at Steve. “I think we need to beat this boy up if he’s making our girl mad.” You rolled your eyes and looked at Steve.
“Steve, Bucky, it’s nothing. I’ll let you know if I want you two to beat someone up for me, but don’t beat up this guy. He’s really sweet.”
“All men are sweet until they get what they want,” Steve argued. You sighed.
“Aren’t you a man? Aren’t you literally the most honest person in this country? So it’s really not every guy I talk to.” Steve opened his mouth to argue but closed it after having trouble finding an argument.
“Be safe, okay? You know you can always call us and you know we’ll be there in a flash,” Bucky said. You nodded and awkwardly patted him on the bicep, desperately trying to end the conversation.
An alarm sounded throughout the tower, indicating someone was trying to break in. Everyone looked at each other for a split second before you silently agreed that you would split ways, Steve and Bucky being hitters, and you and Natasha working at the computers to try to lock out the intruders. You both reached the main office where most of the computers are kept and took a seat.
“I’m looking at the camera feed. It looks like most of the intruders are downstairs, but there are some who have reached the floor directly above us,” you warned Natasha.
“Tony, did you hear that?” Natasha asked, noticing Tony was on communications.
“Yeah, I heard. Spidey, swing!” Tony yelled.
You furiously typed at the keyboard, writing every code and algorithm you could think of to shut the doors, lock the windows, and use any external weapons to keep the intruders out of the building. You yelped when the window in front of you crashed. A couple men had been pushed in by Spider-Man, who swung in shortly after. Natasha looked at you and warned you to stay low. You did as she told you and sucked under the desk, peeking in between the cracks.
Natasha joined the fight. She and Spider-Man were busy fighting the intruders that they hadn’t realized you were there. You were intrigued by Spider-Man, however. You’d never seen him in action and Tony didn’t want to make him an official Avenger yet, so you never got around to get to know him. He wasn’t as experienced as Natasha, but he used his strength and speed to his advantage. His web shooters seemed to have a never-ending supply and he didn’t seem to get tired of punching this guy over and over again. After a few moments, Natasha had knocked the guy she was fighting out cold and Spider-Man was struggling because the man he was fighting had him in a chokehold. Without a second thought, you stood from the desk and grabbed the guy with all your might before punching him, knocking him out.
“You okay?” Natasha asked you once she turned around.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?” You asked Spider-Man.
“Y/N?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow.
“How do you know my name?”
The alarm system turned off and FRIDAY informed the three of you that the threat had been taken care of. You ran down to meet everyone in the compound and ran to Tony, who was still in his suit.
“Kid, I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said, keeping you in a tight embrace. Your phone rang and you glanced at the caller ID, and noticed it was Pepper who was calling.
“Pepper, I’m fine,” you said. “Everyone’s okay. Just, get back to the tower, okay?”
“Okay. I’m glad you’re okay. I had a heart attack and I’m not really sure I got over that.” You laughed and hung up the phone, putting it in your back pocket. You looked over at Steve who had a cut on his forehead.
“Let me get the first aid kit,” you said, reaching for the white box on the wall. The rest of the team sat around the couch to discuss what had happened while you worked on Steve’s forehead. Spider-Man kept his mask on and seemed to be staring at you while you worked on Steve.
“Why’s the kid staring at you?” Steve asked.
“Heck if I know,” you replied.
“Y/N, if I could have your attention,” Tony said. You stopped and turned around.
“You haven’t formally met Spider-Man yet, and I think after today’s events, you should. This is Peter. He goes to your school, actually.” The masked man unveiled himself and you looked at him in disbelief.
“Peter?” He sheepishly nodded and pursed his lips.
“So this is the Peter you’ve been telling me about,” Tony said. You shot him a warning look and he put his hands up in surrender. You left Steve alone, to which he protested, but Natasha finished what you had started.
“Why didn’t you tell me Tony was your uncle?” Peter asked.
“Well, he’s not really my uncle, but at the same time, he is. I mean, I think everyone would want to be friends with me because I’m rich,” you said.
“And you had no idea that I was Spider-Man?”
“I had no idea you were Spider-Man.”
“So, you talk about me a lot, huh?” Peter teased. You blushed.
“Well, I mean, I just -”
“I’ve liked you for a while now,” he admitted. “I never really got the courage to get to know you better, but would you like to go out for dinner some time?” You smiled and nodded.
“I’d like that very much, Peter,” you replied. Peter was happy you didn’t refer to him as Spider-Man.
“Hey, kid, if you break her heart, you can say goodbye to the suit,” Tony warned. You shushed Tony and led Peter to the couch where you both got to know each other, leaving the rest of the team to both be disgusted by young love, but happy that their girl found someone to share her adventures with.
Prompt: This idea was made up by @parkeretmj and she’s wonderful for letting me use this. Tom is in a relationship with the reader, they’ve been together for a couple of years. Just as Tom’s career is beginning to launch, he breaks it off with the reader, who unknown to him, is pregnant with his child.
Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader
Warnings: Pregnancy (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy), break ups, partial angst, mentions of abortion (twice only).
Dean stepped into the diner, his eyes immediately searching for her. The place was filled with people enjoying their breakfast on this Sunday morning, and there she was, waving at him with a smile on her face. A bouquet of flowers was resting on her table, along with three cups of coffee.
“Hey,” he said, approaching her, his lips already stretched into a smile; he couldn’t help it whenever she was near. “Sorry I’m late,” he continued, leaning down to leave a soft kiss on her temple. “Happy birthday.”
She looked up at him, lifted a hand to cup his cheek and brought his lips down to meet hers for a short kiss.
Dean didn’t respond to that, remaining still. Then he cleared his throat awkwardly, before glancing at the older couple occupying the seat across the table and holding out his hand to them in salute. “Ma'am. Sir.”
“Good morning, Dean.”
Y/N chuckled next to him, scooting over to free enough space for him to sit. “You should really stop calling them that. It’s been a year, babe.” When he had occupied the spot next to her, she leaned closer to him. “Also, they do know we kiss,” she whispered with false confidentiality.
He didn’t reply, just quietly begged her to shut the hell up. She laughed and reached for his hand, holding it tight in hers. “Missed you.”
He looked at her and sighed silently, his eyes warm and loving. “Missed you too.”
“How long are you staying in town, Dean?” Her mom said. “Asking for no reason in particular.”
“Yeah, right,” her husband commented with a playful scoff. “This has nothing to do with all those recipes you dug out the other day.”
“That’s right. Nothing.”
“Dean, the longer you stay, the longer I’ll eat well. That’s all I’m saying,” the man told him, earning an eye roll from his spouse.
The hunter let out a chuckle, “I’ll see what I can do about that.” He could feel Y/N looking at him, so he turned to his side, finding her eyes there, but her mind somewhere else. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Huh?” She came back to reality and smiled at him. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just… happy.”
His heart exploded in his chest. He swore no sentence could ever sound better coming out of her mouth. Even though her ‘I love yous’ came very very close. “You really are?”
“I really, really am,” she responded. And her voice, her face, her eyes, they weren’t lying.
Well, then. He put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple once more, a smile permanently setting on his lips.
Request: Reaction to you wanting to sit in between their legs while they play video games pleaseeee~
Thank you so much for this request and for being patient! xx
Hanbin: Hanbin is the Type of guy to really focus on something. When you first came up sitting between his legs, he’d get frustrated because he didn’t get to win the game but once he looked down at you he started smiling and shaking his head. “You made me lose that one, do you think cuddling has a higher priority?” he’d ask grinning. Once you nodded he pulled you closer wrapping his arms around you. “I guess you’re right then.” he’d say
Bobby: Bobby is probably the type of guy who also really enjoys playing games but when you came to sit between his lap he’d simply pause the game. Chuckling at your sudden need for affection he gave you a small kiss on the cheek. “Wanna play together?” He’d ask. Once you answered with yes he’d stop his current match, and go grab a second controller so you could play with him. “I’ll definitely beat you” you’d challenge him. “Whatever you say Y/n, whatever you say…”
Jinhwan: Jinhwan isn’t the type of guy to put video games or anything over his girlfriend /boyfriend /friend etc. So once he’d see you wanting to sit between his legs he’d lay his head on top of your shoulder saying “Did someone miss their boyfriend?” being really affectionate.
Junhoe: The king of being sassy would hate being interrupted. “I can’t play like that Y/n, do you realize that?” He’d say annoyed. Once he lost his match he’d look down on you. “What am I going to do with you mh?” he’d say squishing your cheeks hard. “Agh june it hurts” you’d try to say. He’d loosen his grip grinning. “That’s what you get for making me lose.”
Donghyuk: He’d also be really focussed like Hanbin but he wouldn’t mind losing if you wanted to sit between his legs. “Hey babe” he’d say putting the controller to the side hugging you. “Are you here to cheer for me?” he’d say chuckling rubbing your back.
Yunhyeong: He’d be happy about you wanting to be near him and he’d simply put his arms around your waist and continue playing. He lost. “Babe you know i only lost because you distracted me for a second!” he’d say to defend himself. He would act like losing wasn’t that big of a deal but it would still be a bit embarrassing for him.
Chanwoo: He’d always play online with his friends. “Bro that was unfair!” you heard him yell. You only chuckled at him coming closer,wanting to sit between his lap. “Mh~ babe I need you” you’d say and his friends who heard you would start teasing chanwoo. “Guess we have to stop since your girl needs you, see you bro” His friend said. Chanwoo just smiled and bid his goodbye. “That’s one way to stop playing an unfair match with a friend”
The reactions are a bit short but i thought their fitting the request pretty well. I hope you (Anon) and the other readers liked this reaction. See you in a bit -BP
- “YES! definitely would love like a law student! reader x connor or mike!!” - “If you’re still accepting requests, could you write a law student reader x Mike Faist where the reader is super stressed out? Thanks!“ - “omg i would kill for a law student reader x mike faist tbh“
Note: this is extremely fluffy i’m warning you guys. but hey i enjoyed writing this. send me more requests please even if it isn’t career!reader i’m willing to write a n y t h i n g. hope y’all like this. as always, feedback is appreciated.
You knew law school was going to be very difficult. You came from a family of lawyers so you’ve heard the stories over family reunions and Fourth of July barbecues. They would tell you how they consumed liters of coffee so that they can go through their entire tenure in law school.
You knew you could handle the pressure. You were taught that a lawyer entails a strong will with an unwavering spirit. You had to be tough because you would have to stand up for your clients.
Still, having someone by your side would make things better. You knew you would eventually need someone to be there when times get tough, when you feel like you couldn’t handle it. Every student breaks down ones in a while and they had someone.
You had Mike. You’ve been together for three years. You met him when you were still in college and watched him play as Jack Kelly in Newsies: The Musical. You were disappointed when you heard Jeremy Jordan wouldn’t be there but that disappeared when you watched him perform his heart out. He saw you after the show, talked, went out for a cup of coffee, and that was that.
You had Mike and he had you. That’s how it is. But recently, you thought that changed.
With Dear Evan Hansen being one of the most-awaited musicals of the year, performing eight shows a week and rehearsing for the rest of the time became the reason why you hardly saw him anymore.
He’d still be asleep when you had to get up for your classes and when you get home, he’d be out there on a show. By the time he gets home, he’d give you a kiss and then sleep while you studied one case file after another.
You couldn’t blame him. He was tired too. And besides, you were busy. You didn’t see the need to wake him up. Both of you were too caught up with your respective careers, too focused on making a name out there. You always thought that career would always come first and that both of you would be perfectly fine despite the heavy demands of your careers.
It was all because of the bar examinations. Coming from a family of lawyers who passed the bar on their first try, this was nerve-wrecking. The pressure of following in the steps of your predecessors had you sitting in your room, tears prickling your eyes and threatening to fall.
“Taxation law is a fucking pain in the ass.” You mumble to yourself, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision from tears. It was no use.
Tears continued to form even when you rubbed them away. The bar examination was three days away and you were still having a hard time with that particular area.
You’ve been studying for 28 hours and yet you feel stuck. You let out a sigh as you grabbed your pen and continued to hit the books.
Two hours into reviewing, you felt your back and your neck starting to ache. You tried to shrug the pain away but it was no use. Your body yearned for rest, specifically on the soft bed behind you.
Soon enough, your hands were starting to shake. You tried rubbing your hands together in attempt to put a halt on its involuntary movements but it didn’t help.
The next thing you know, you were sobbing. Tears blurred your vision and you knew you were getting your notes wet. Your buried your face into your hands, crying.
You pushed everything off your table. The books, papers, and notecards, scattering on the floor.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to fail this exam, fuck.” You were mumbling to yourself as your confidence dropped. You placed one of your hands to your mouth, trying to silence your cries. Your other hand reached for your hair, tugging on it in frustration.
You couldn’t stop crying, you couldn’t calm yourself down, you couldn’t even breathe properly.
You didn’t hear Mike knocking on your door through your cries.
He knew that the bar examinations were near so he took a day off to surprise you. He knew that he hasn’t been around lately so to compensate, he wanted to spend the entire day with you to help you relax.
He bought his hard drive with him so you can watch movies, bought popcorn and ice cream, he even stopped by a flower shop to buy you a bouquet of sunflowers because he knew you loved them.
He walked up to the apartment. Normally, he’s just use the key but he had so many stuff in his arms that he decided to just knock on your door.
“Y/N! Could you open the door? I have a surprise for you.” He said loudly, grinning from ear to ear. He was excited to spend the day with you.
He waited for five minutes and you still haven’t attended the door. Mike’s eyebrows crunched up in confusion. He tried knocking again. “Y/N? Are you there?”
He placed his ear against the door, only to hear soft cries from the other end.
Mike quickly put the flowers, food, and his bag on the ground. He started fishing around his pocket for the key.
When he the door, what he saw made him run to you immediately.
You felt arms wrap around you tightly. You didn’t even have to look up. You knew it was Mike. Even if you haven’t spent most of the past weeks with one another, you’d never forget how it would feel like to be in his arms.
Your crying still hasn’t seized. Your fists were still curled up in you hair and you leaned back against his chest. Mike was hushing softly, rocking you in his arms in attempt to calm you down. He ran his fingers down your hair. He pried your fingers off your hair and interlocked them with his.
After some time, your sobs reduced to tears falling from your eyes. Your throat started to hurt from crying and you felt numb, tired.
Mike continued to mumble soft nothings in your ear, even mumbling a series of apologies for not being there. Still cradling you in his arms, his eyes scanned the room. He stared at the heap of books and papers scattered on the floor before shifting his gaze on you.
“Maybe I’m not cut out for this.” You whispered softly, not a trace of hope could be heard from your voice.
“I can’t even go though an exam without bursting into tears. How am I suppose to defend a client in front of a jury and a judge?” Your voice started quivering and Mike’s heart broke. He knew this was your dream and here you were, losing confidence at what you do.
He pressed a kiss on your temple. “Y/N, everyone goes through a rough patch every once in a while. Not everyone is perfect. People break down once in a while, it’s a way to release stre-”
“Lawyers aren’t criers! They’re tough. I mean, who the fuck cries because of tax law? Apparently, I do!” You exclaimed in frustration.
Mike hushed you once again, twirling your hair with his finger. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of that. It’s better to let everything out once in a while than to keep it all in. I bet Obama has broken down before,” He joked.
You managed to crack a smile at his last sentence, which quickly fell after another though flooded your head.
“I just, I don’t know anymore. I really don’t want to disappoint my family, Mike.” You spoke softly, staring down at your intertwined fingers.
He gave you a sad smile. “I know you don’t. But if you focus on just becoming a bad ass lawyer rather than being the ultimate perfect daughter, which really can’t be achieved, maybe that would help in lifting the weight off your shoulders,”
He held you closer to him, his chin sitting on top of your head before speaking again. “Focus on yourself, Y/N. Focus on what you want and what you want to be. Your parents already know how hard you’ve been working and I believe they are proud to have you as their daughter.”
“But what if I fail?” You began wiping your tears away, chuckling bitterly. “Still proud of me?”
“Behind a single success is a series of failures. You’ve worked hard to achieve your dream. You’ll get there one way or another. Even if that means failing it for the first time,”
He tightened his embrace. “And let me tell you this, Y/N. I am incredibly proud of you. You will be an amazing lawyer. You’ll be a hero out there.”
You felt tears welling up in your eyes once again but this time, they’re tears of happiness. You looked up at him. You placed your hand behind his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
“Thank you, Mike.” You said as you pulled away. “It was a good thing you came or else I would still be a mess.”
He frowned at you, yet still holding you in his arms.
“Hey,” He took a hold of your chin, making you look at him.
“Me being here was pure luck. The next time you feel upset, you get me. You can call me, text, email, call Ben or Will, I don’t care. No matter how small it may seem, you contact me when you feel bad and I’ll be here to help you as soon as I can.”
“Mike, it’s fine. I can handle most things by myself. This was an exception. I know you’re busy with-”
“I’m saying you don’t have to handle it by yourself unless you really want to, unless you really want to be by yourself for a while. I will respect your decision. Just know that no matter how busy we are, I’ll always be here for you. “
He placed a kiss on your forehead. “You will always come first.”
“I love you a lot, you do know that right?” You tell him.
“And I’d never forget it. I love you too much to let yourself get in the way of your own dreams.” He said.
“We got each other’s back no matter what?” You asked, already knowing the answer.
“No matter what,” He confirmed. “I mean, it’s kind of my job. You know, as your boyfriend and all.” He continued with a cheeky grin on his face.
His gaze shifted to your pile of books. “Now, what do you want to do?”
“I think I’ll just review for a fe-”
“I have popcorn, ice cream, movies, and flowers for you.” He cut you off.
You stared at him, mouth agape. Mike nudged his head towards the door. You snapped your head to that direction, only to see your favorite snacks in their favorite flavors and a bouquet of sunflowers.
He nuzzles his face into your neck. “C’mon, Y/N! Take a break. You need it.”
You giggled at his actions, pulling him away from your neck. “Fine! But help me review afterwards?” You say, putting your hand out for him to shake.
“You got yourself a deal.” Mike said, shaking your hand before pulling you in a kiss.
How will the s,m,t react if they find out that Yui is the princess of hunters and she have the duty to kill them ( Yui didn't know about her family) and let say that she has the ability to kill them but she doesn't want to.. Like she is struggling between love and duty. -Sorry for my bad english :'(
This is so sad ;-;
♥Shu: So… It’s your job to kill me, huh? How bothersome… And I thought everything was going nice and steady. Oh well… Do whatever you want. I don’t care… I knew a day like this would come, eventually… But I didn’t expect you would be the one to end my life.
♥Reiji: You’re… I asked you what will you do, but your words do seem weak. You say you love me, but you sound doubtful about it. Hm… Let’s do it this way. Run away from this house, and never come back. I… I’ll kill you if you come back.
♥Ayato: You have to kill me?! Why?! You don’t need to… You don’t have to! See? You don’t want to do it! You’re mine, Chichinashi! And that means you cut all ties with the rest of your family! I’ll kill those people if they ever think to come for you!
♥Kanato: How dare you… Don’t you love me?! I opened myself to you, and you just…-sniffs- I should just kill you myself! I know you can choose, so choose to stay with me, stupid!
♥Laito: …Bitch-chan? Are you going to kill me? But, if you’re going to do so, why are you crying? Huh~? You don’t want to? But, if you have to, I don’t care, nfu~ It would be a nice proof of true love to die at your hands… That way, I would truly believe that you love me, haha~
♥Subaru: You know… I once wanted to die, ages and ages before meeting you. But now that I’m at your side… It’s different… Tell me, wouldn’t it be easier if I just killed the ones who sent you to finish me?
♥Ruki: Do what your heart tells you to, Livestock. I can’t help you with this. You’re on your own. I don’t agree with any of these things, honestly. I believe you’ll make the right choice. But, if you choose to kill me… I’ll have to defend myself. So, choose wisely.
♥Kou: W,what?! Why do you have to… Are you that silly, M Neko-Chan?! It’s obvious which side you should pick! This… This is not fair… Don’t you think my opinion is important in this kind of situation?!… H-hey, look at me…
♥Yuma: Hah?! Sow, I’m just going to say this once, so get your shit straight! If you loved me, you would tell all those assholes to fuck off! Your past, and those hunters don’t matter anymore! Here, now, it’s you and me, you get it?!
♥Azusa: W,why are you… Telling me this, Eve…?!… We are so happy… Together… I… Gave away so many things… Just to keep you… At my side… And you…! Am I… Not important to you… Anymore?… S-stay with me… Eve…
♥Carla: What a shame. I guess it was a waste of time to let this… Relationship go too far. Do you even think you can match my power, human? I’ve killed countless of your people. So, be wise and throw those thoughts away.
♥Shin: You’re one of those hunters… Heheh, it’s kinda fun how a handful of humans think they can get rid of us so easily. My power in battle is unmatched. Luckily for you, I’m giving you the option to deny your duties.
Summary: It’s when a guy and a girl like each other, says his voice again, and she knows that like is not enough but cannot think of another word to replace it and instead grins at him and tells him he needs a shower, that she won’t dance with him until he stops smelling like the ship.
Later, with the Zune playing on the table and Mantis and Groot playing the role of delighted audience to their dance practice, Peter’s face suddenly softens and he says, “Hey, my mom loved this song,” tossed easily out into the room.
And Gamora thinks, oh.
literally can y’all believe that i wrote this in three days!!! i actually cant believe i wrote this At All!!! that i typed it with my own two hands!! anyways it’s ironically a bit more serious and Emotional than my other guardians fics, despite being ridiculously tropey and indulgent. it also doesn’t contain nearly as much of the Gang as i would have liked, but really [ronswansonscreaming.gif] i’m happy with it ultimately. disclaimer: if you read this and think to yourself, “hey, that final scene sequence reads very much like once upon a time season three episode twenty one “snow drifts”’s most iconic scene sequence” then u are one hundred percent correct and i am offering a free admission right here without shame that i totally wrote this whole thing for the sole purpose of Doing That. its not entirely my fault; @taxicabsandcupcakes enabled me shamelessly. title’s from supertramp and bad back to the future scenarios for the purposes of characters falling in love is probably trademarked by abc. enjoy!
is on a very ordinary day cycle that Gamora starts thinking about the word like.
They are busy hauling building materials, synthetic pieces of Nova-built
equipment, contracted to help with the rebuilding of a Xandarian peace outpost
on N’ma Two. It’s a simple job, an easy job, a job for people who are still
just barely holding together at the seams. Gamora takes a moment late in the
afternoon to still, take a deep breath of the moon’s air, and be thankful. The
air smells floral, fresh rather than cloying. It fills her lungs rapidly and
eases out as swiftly as it came in.
She turns back to the Nova officers
passing up energy packs to the people perched on the higher scaffolding and
pauses, hand caught against the crates she was about to pick up, watching as
Peter exchanges a warm, full-bodied grin with one of the officers he’s working alongside.
It’s been a day filled with the simple labour of heavy lifting and fielding
cargo and keeping a lazy eye out for unlikely signs of trouble, and she could
see the goodness of it earlier, in Rocket’s laughter and Groot’s energy, Drax’s
good humor and the way Mantis held her shoulders. Gamora watches, eyes skating
over the dust prints on the hem of his shirt and the grease streaking through
clumped locks of his hair where he’d inevitably ran a hand through it at some
point during the day. Peter’s characteristic, casual affection is evident in
the slope of his torso and the tilt of his head, and in the familiar offer of
friendship in his laugh. The officer alongside him smiles, equally at ease, and
grips his shoulder before moving on to help someone else with some other