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anonymous asked:

As inspiration form what happened to Mitch, can you write something about Nurse getting hit in the face with a puck

first of all, this is the funniest fucking prompt i’ve ever gotten, so thank you. also, he so would, oh my god, poor nursey

(for those of you unaware, this is the referenced hit.)

Nursey’s used to getting hit on the ice. He’s a d-man, it’s basically his job to take hits and dole them out.

Getting hit by a person and getting hit by a puck, though, are two very, very different things.

First of all, you tend to realize when you’ve been hit by a person–it’s pretty hard to miss. Hockey players are pretty big; when they slam into you, you notice. But at least they’re only usually moving twenty miles an hour, tops.

Pucks, on the other hand, can fly around eighty miles an hour.

That’s fast.

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I will make them pay for this

Originally posted by dailyalexhogh

Pairing: IvarxReader
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3735
Warning: Mention of rape and death, a little bit of blood, cursing, a fight

Notes: Hello everyone! Here’s my second one-shot which prevented me from studying for my upcoming exam! But I’m not complaining! English is not my native language, I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes. I hope you’ll enjoy it!


You could hear the laughs and music coming from the feast, which took place in the great hall, not too far from the hut you shared with your husband Ivar. It was a celebration night, like every night was since the sons of Ragnar came back a week ago, boats full of gold, silver and slaves. You wished you could have gone with them; it’s been a long time since you fought and you missed it. But, you were a mother of two beautiful babies now, your son Sigtrygg was 5 years old and your daughter Freydis was 3. They became the most important thing in your life; you had to stay alive to raise and protect them. 

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Why yes, we should ring up every item.

I used to be a front end manager for a large hardware chain in the Midwest. It was early in the day (around 9 am or so) and my head cashier had called in sick so I was already behind in a lot of ways. Luckily I had a girl scheduled who was a former head cashier who had left the company and came back as a full time cashier. We’ll call her Jenny. Jenny was smart and worked hard, she was always professional and was quick with a joke. I liked when she was scheduled to work with me.

Jenny was around 7 months pregnant (and had the most awful things said to her because she didn’t have a ring on her left hand, but that’s another story) and I had given her the phone while I was trying to accomplish various tasks to set up my day.

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Talk Dirty To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 4,134

Warnings: Pure Filth, NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral (male receiving), dirty talk, teasing

Notes: Thanks @minhosmeanhoe. There is a LONG story behind this. Just enjoy the filth y’all. Formerly titled “The Results of Me Making Camile Horny”

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snowlogs17  asked:

Hello!! Your SVTFOE art is pretty cool! I ship TomCo now. I wonder, could you make like post about your art process (like maybe you draw it all on pencil, scan it and then draw over, or you just draw everything online), or maybe tell us what art program you use? Any tips for artists that want to improve their body poses in art? Thank you! If not it is ok (sorry for so many questions lol)

well, if you think it would be useful for you…
i draw in Photoshop CS6
aaand only one tip: draw. Every day. New thing are always scary and difficult to draw, but  it’s becomes easier with every drawing.

Father Material (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by morningstr

Pairing: Father!Lucifer Morningstar/Child!Daughter!Reader
Words: 1400
Warning(s): Uh child reader gets lost, das it.
A/N: I think I’ve only written one other fanfic (not on here) with a child reader, so this was really different to write :D. Also I love that gif^
Request: Can I have a child reader with Daddy Lucifer Morningstar like when he’s alone with his daughter he’s just the best daddy ever and when she gets hurt he becomes a worry wart but doesn’t show his worries.


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There for You

@petunia1622 asked:

“Heya!! One shot for BTS finding you crying in an empty dance studio due to a lot of stressed caused by personal issues lately. Thanks. 💖 p.s you’re not an idiot.”

GUYS THIS FABULOUS HUMAN BEING WAS THE ONE WHO MADE ME REALIZE MY ASK BOX WAS FUCKED. THANK YOU. SO . MUCH. 879 Words

Pairing: Best friends! BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non-idol AU!

Originally posted by meandmyopinionss

You just felt so done with life. Everything was just coming at you and you just felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was an asshole and decided to break up with you, it just felt like your family was against you – your entire world was falling apart. 

The stress had gotten to you so much, that you ran to the next best place, other than your room – an empty dance studio which one of your friends, Hoseok, owned. 

It had become a primary hangout place for your group after his classes, so he had automatically trust you guys with the passcode to the lock so you could hang out there whenever you wanted.

So that was what you did.

You hung out in the huge, empty whitewashed room, staring at your reflection under the bright lights. Your hair was sticking out in weird places, your cheeks were puffy from crying – but that didn’t stop you from finally kneeling down and letting it all out, your hiccoughs echoing throughout the entire room.

Why couldn’t you be better? What did you do to deserve everything that was coming your way? Your tears fell on your jeans, until you brought your hands up to your face, your cries calming down to hiccoughs.

“Y/N??”

The sudden voice made you gasp, your eyes trailing up to the reflection of the half-open door. There, stood a straw-berry blonde dancer, along with a chocolate-haired teenager. At first, both the males were happy, but then their smiles turned into concerned frowns.

“What happened??? Why are you crying??” Hoseok was the first one to rush over to you and grip your shoulders. 

“Did someone hurt you? I’m calling the rest of the guys– I swear to god, if your boyfriend did something-”

You just immediately burst out into tears again at your friend’s light touch. You couldn’t hold back now – everything was so overwhelming. You might has well have calmed down before talking about it. As Jungkook walked away to call the rest of your group, Hoseok rubbed up and down your arms, trying to get you to calm down.


It didn’t take much time for the rest of the boys to get there – Jin even brought some pastries. Your sobbing had stopped after a while, mostly because Taehyung was trying his best to make you laugh. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his antics.

The other boys had gathered in a circle around you, Jimin sitting on your other side whilst you rested your head against Hoseok’s chest. The eldest even started to crack jokes, and that was what finally made you let out a small laugh through your tears.

“Thank you guys…” You mumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box Namjoon was holding.

“Can you tell us what’s wrong now?? Was it your boyfriend??” Your second eldest friend was always the first to assume the worst about him – he hated that guy, after all.

Your breath hitched, but you just couldn’t cry anymore. You had cried too much to even have any tears left. Wiping the moistness away from your cheeks, you took a deep breath before you started to ramble.

“I broke up with him, but then he decided to.. call me names and get angry at me,” You usually wouldn’t have gotten so sad if the insult was something simple. “And then I went home and my mom just found my test and started to scold me for that– I just couldn’t take it anymore.”

You felt broken again, but the boys were trying to pick the pieces up and fit them back together. The dancers’ hugs just became tighter, as the rest of the guys just looked at each other, then back at you.

“Look, tomorrow we shall talk to your boyfriend-” 

“No! Please don’t!” You interrupted, as your orbs snapped towards Namjoon. “Just ignore him.. I don’t want you to hurt him.”

The boys just frowned even more at that. You knew everything would just become worse if your friends did something for you – they practically protected you with their life, and if someone hurt you, they might as well be dead.

As you scanned each of the males, you realized that they wouldn’t listen to you. Even the subtle nod Yoongi was giving Jungkook was noticeable – they were planning something.

“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” You pleaded through red eyes. “Don’t talk to him, or say anything.”

After a few seconds of silence, they all collectively sighed at your request. You pressed your lips into a close-mouthed smile. You assumed that meant that they agreed.

“Good, now why don’t we eat the churros? I’m starving,” The youngest rubbed his hands together, your mouth practically watering.

“First one goes to Y/N! I bought these for her,” Jin scolded, opening up the paper box and placing it in the middle.

You just grinned even more with every second that passed. Even though your life seemed a little screwed up sometimes, you could always rely on your friends to make you feel better. You were so thankful that you got stuck with these guys, no matter how dorky they could be sometimes. 

They were always there for you, and you would always be there for them.

I Don’t Wanna Live Forever- Harry Hook

Request: Could you do a Harry Hook imagine based on “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever”? Thanks!

Warnings: Like one cuss word

A/N: This is based off this song. I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it! Also, would you guys like me to start saying the word count for each imagine? Let me know.

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Harry’s POV

Harry sat alone on his bed, his eyes bloodshot from another sleepless night. He’d been waiting for you. For some sign of you, a visit, a note, anything. He hadn’t left his room for almost two days and many called him over dramatic, but he didn’t care. He lost you. Which is something he never thought possible. Harry was losing hope quickly of you coming back to him, a part of him just wanted to forget about it. But he brushed that idea off as quick as it came, he needed you, and he wouldn’t be able to forget you.

“Pull yourself together, idiot.” Harry whispered to himself. “She’s not coming back.”

He let that realization sink in. He messed stuff up with you, it was his fault. Why should he act like the victim?

He stared into the dirty mirror mounted on his wall, “What is happening to me?”

The smeared eyeliner, bloodshot eyes, pale skin, ocean blue eyes now a darker color. It was so unlike him to be like this. He was the infamous Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook. He wore that name with pride and made sure he always looked the part too. He was one of the strongest and toughest people on the Isle. One of the most evil. So why was he acting like this?

Harry’s thoughts drifted to you, your smile, your eyes, your lips, all those memories you’ve made together. He couldn’t throw all that away just because of one mistake he’d made. He couldn’t live like this much longer, his life was shades of black and white with out you. But when you were there you brought color and meaning to this pointless life on the Isle. Suddenly the pointless life on the Isle wasn’t pointless anymore with you.

He was going to get you back.



Your POV

You brought your hand up to brush the tear rolling down your cheek. You wouldn’t shed any tears over him. He had let you down too many times.

You thought about Harry constantly. You would walk around the Isle and see him in every face that passes by. And you could’ve sworn your hear his voice calling your name. You saw Harry in all the empty faces.

You broke up with Harry last week because he never paid much attention to you. It was always Uma, Uma, Uma. Always about his pirate crew. You understood he knew them longer, they were family to him. But he constantly blew you off for them, he cancelled countless dates because, “Uma needed him to watch the ship” or “Gil needed help with something.” You were giving so much to the relationship, and he gave nothing. It was one sided and you didn’t want to be the only one putting effort into it anymore. So you broke it off.

You knew Harry loved you, though. He just had a hard time showing it, emotions weren’t a very common thing with him. And you needed a lot of love, he just couldn’t give you that. You thought of his messy hair, those blue eyes, that damn smirk of his. You thought of the time you and him snuck off in the middle of the night to the shore of the Isle, to watch the commotion of Auardon from across the sea. And how that night you two vowed you’d get to Auradon together.

You wondered if you just dodged a bullet or lost the love of your life. You were going crazy, but you weren’t going to let Harry back in so easily. He needed to prove to you that he was serious about you. It was gonna take more than ocean blue eyes and a smirk to lure you back into his spell again.

You would meet with Harry soon enough and you would get him back.



You sat with your back facing your door. You were twiddling with this pearl Harry found on the shore and gave to you. You kept it even after the two of you split.

A knock on your door suddenly sounded. And a weary looking Harry stepped through into your house. He looked terrible. He wasn’t looking like the shining pirate you were used to seeing. He looked drained.

Your mouth gaped open at the sight of this, “…Harry? What happened? You look-,” You stopped. You wanted to hold him in your arms and take him back right then and there, but you couldn’t. Not that easily.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” Harry paused and he looked at you before sitting down on the bed next to you, scanning your figure.

He began again, “I’m sorry for everything. I treated you like crap sometimes I know, I-I just let being first mate get to my head. All those people on my crew look up to me, I felt like I was important for once. Like I wasn’t the screw up like my father thinks I am. I felt wanted.” He confessed.

You responded, “I wanted you Harry. You were important to me. You always had me, why couldn’t you just tell me all of this. We could’ve talked things out.”

“I- I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry (Y/N). I was an asshole to you and I deserved all the sorrow that came to me. But I’m going crazy without you love, you keep me sane. You’ll always be my love. Is this really the end of us?” His blue eyes held worry in them.

“I can’t just take you back that easily, Harry. I need to know I can trust you, that you won’t hurt me again.” Your tone was serious.

“(Y/N), I can’t change the past, but if there’s one thing I can change, it’s the future. And I promise that as long as we’re together, I’ll protect you. You have my word, love.” Harry was closer to you now, your bodies inches away from touching.

“Okay then, Hook. You have one more chance, don’t ruin it.” He promptly nodded.

You hadn’t noticed till now that you both had been leaning forward unconsciously. His lips were just barely grazing yours while his hands were wrapped up in your hair. It was like he was waiting for permission to kiss you.

You looked into those damn blue eyes and whispered, “Kiss me.”

And he did.

His lips were so soft, and almost had a taste of salt. From his tears you assumed. It was just like old times, his hands were up in your hair, as your hands gripped his muscular arms. The kiss was slow, and longing. He kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered, like you were his sanity. It was clear he needed you. His arms were desperate and needy as they trailed down to your waist. He gripped your figure tightly, like he was afraid to let go and lose you again. His lips parted from yours, and he pressed his forehead to yours.

He whispered, “I love you.”

You were taken aback, you two had never said that to each other before. He stared at you nervously, waiting for your response.

You knew in your heart you loved him too. “I love you more.” You smiled and looked at him. He was your sunlight. He pulled you into his arms and you both laid down on the bed, your head resting on his chest. Harry was running his hands through your hair and his hands started to grow lazy, and his breaths evened out. He was fast asleep. You looked at his soft sleeping figure, so vulnerable and sweet. Your entire world laid sleeping beneath you.

You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to succumb to sleep too. Just before you slept you decided you didn’t want to live forever if he wasn’t there beside you.

Some time (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Could you please do an imagine where Peter and you become lab partners and shortly afterwards friends and you think he likes you but he doesnt. You tell him but he turns you down. Then at the Honecoming dance you go alone after weeks of not talking and he sees you and suddenly regrets everything. And could the Vulture or someone attack the school and he saves everyone then he shows up at her house in his Spidey costume and tells her and she then turns him down. Im sorry I know its a lot but plz!

A/N: I don’t really like how this turned out, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It feels nice being back after so many months. All the love xx


Going to prom alone was something you had dreaded since you started high-school; and yet, there you were, standing in the corner and looking at everybody dancing together.
You look at Peter, dancing next to Liz and laughing at whatever she’s saying. Looking at them, you can only think about the day you told Peter you liked him, convinced he would tell you that he liked you too after weeks of -what you had considered intentionally- touching your hands and looking at you during lab hours. He had been surprised when you told him, and you had thought that to be something good. It was not. He turned you down; softly and sweetly, but he turned you down.
You had already bought your prom ticket and dress, so you had no other option than to attend. What would you have told your parents, who so kindly had paid for everything in hopes of seeing you with a date?
You huffed and looked at your watch, deciding it was late enough to go home without your parents thinking anything had gone wrong. You quickly said goodbye to your friends and walked towards the door, not noticing Peter’s gaze on you.
Just as you were about to open the door, a window broke. Everyone began screaming, and when you turned around you saw a man flying across the gym. The Vulture, you thought. You didn’t know what to do. Your eyes quickly scanned the gym trying to find your friends, but there was no luck. Everybody kept running around trying to hide and you were stuck next to the door, people around you trying to open them, but they were locked.
‘’Spider-man,’’ the Vulture said, ‘’I know you are here. If you don’t want me to ruin everything around here and kill everyone, I’d suggest you come out and give me a little bit of a fight.’’
Everybody opened their eyes at the mention of Spider-man being there and heads started to turn. A second later the superhero appeared, hanging on his webs.
‘’Leave everyone out of this,’’ the masked superhero shouted, not getting too close to the Vulture.
His voice sounded familiar, but you noticed that he was trying to make it lower.
‘’This fight is between you and I’’ he said.
After that, both of them started fighting, everyone in the gym looking at them. You heard the police cars approaching the school and saw Spider-man stick the Vulture to the wall with his webs right before the police came in, opening the doors to the gym from outside. You quickly got out, stressed, shocked and scared.
Running home as fast as you could with your high heels on your hands, you changed into your pajamas right as you got into your room. You quickly messaged your friends, trying to make sure everyone was okay, and sighed when you got messages assuring you of their wellbeing. You lie on your bed, looking at the ceiling and finally processing everything that had happened after the shock had worn out. You finally let out a sigh and run your hand through your hair, not knowing how to react at the way the night had turned out.
Your thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on your window, and you turned your head, furrowing your eyebrows as to who would be there. Much to your surprise, you were faced with Spider-man. You didn’t move, not knowing what to do. He finally motioned for you to open the window, and you guessed there was nothing wrong in doing that, so you did.
‘’Hey’’ he whispered.
You didn’t say anything, narrowing your eyes and waiting for him to say something else. He started taking off his mask and you opened your mouth, wanting to say something but not knowing what. When his mask was finally off, you were faced with Peter. You didn’t move, shocked. It kind of made sense -the voice, the skipping class; yet you still didn’t know what to do.
‘’Aren’t you gonna say anything?’’ he softly asked. You shook your head and waited for him to continue. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.’’
You walked to your bed and sat there, still looking at him. He stood in the middle of your room, mask on his hand and looking around, trying to figure out what words to say.
‘’I came because I wanted to apologize’’ he finally said. ‘’I shouldn’t have rejected you. I know realize it was a mistake and I… I actually like you a lot.’’
You looked at him, processing everything.
‘’I…’’ you started. ‘’I don’t know what to say. I don’t mean to be rude, but I can’t be with you.’’
He looked surprised and lost, and he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, not knowing what to say.
‘’You see,’’ you continued, ‘’I have finally accepted that you didn’t like me, and I’m fine with it. I also can’t be with you knowing you are Spider-man. I can’t live worrying about you being okay; I just can’t.’’
He run a hand through his hair and looked at the ground.
‘’Okay’’ he whispered, turning around to live through the window, already putting on his mask.
‘’Peter,’’ you said before he left. He turned around and looked at you, the mask only covering his eyes, ‘’I would like for us to keep talking. Maybe in some time I’ll decide that I’m ready to be with you. Until then, I would like it if you came here whenever you need help with anything. Please.’’
He smiled softly and nodded, finally putting on his mask completely.
‘’I’ll look forward to that day’’ he said before slinging off your window and into the night.

10 Years (The Reunion III)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warning: swearing, kissing, lol, fluff, heartache, and this is not proof read sorry

Tagging: @nervousmemzie  @apollogirl13 @janeerikabrady @nerdishstylist @typingtwombly @maddie110201 @ashleyswriting @ashleyjeanvanheel @dtescohmi @atlas-of-the-world  @archiekins-ronnie @itsall-inmy-head @darlingimafangirl @ivette29 @henrietteoaks

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 (you are here) / Part 5

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski


The cold water covered Stiles’ face as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to splash another handful of water over his hot skin. He was shaking, he thought he was ready to see you but he really wasn’t. He stared into mirror, watching his brown eyes falter and his once happy smile disappear. “Fuck.” He groaned, anger building inside his veins. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Stiles recalled the last time he was in this position, the heat rising onto his cheeks, remembering the time he failed himself.

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Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 8

A/N: derp (had to keep that line in there)

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As you walked alone, you came to the conclusion that John was overreacting. He just didn’t understand how things worked three hundred years later. This could have been the only explanation.

But why did he have to call you stupid?

You looked around for the store that Alexander disappeared into. You finally came across the place, seeing a crowd inside. Sighing, you walked through.

Could these men stop creating crowds wherever they went?

There was a group of book lovers sitting in the lounge area? They were gathered around the man in the middle, his hair a mess. You sat in the back, listening to Alex read the poetry.

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700 Celebration (7/100)

Request: Anonymous: “62 and 66 Steve Rogers!”

62. “Do you ever get tired of being perfect?”

66. “That was ONE time!”

A/N: I’m going to start adding the tag list to these, since they’re definitely not drabbles at this point. I don’t know what this gif is; I couldn’t find a good one for this.

Originally posted by susanneleist

You had been cooped up in your room for the better part of two days. You weren’t sick, injured, exhausted, or grieving. You were avoiding someone.

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The woman is a repeat offender. I realize this now and perhaps I should have recognized her when she came up, but when you see hundreds of people in the course of a day all the faces begin to homogenize and pretty much every poultry-esque haircut looks the same. 

This woman doesn’t have the ‘can-I-speak-to-the-manager’ haircut, but as soon as she comes up to my register I can tell that someone’s day is about to be ruined. 

She has, in her hand, value packs of Cricut 11x24 cutting mats. Each value pack has three mats. She has three of them. 

Except… except… haha, oh- except that all three of them are packaged together as they would be if they had just gotten off the truck. And it is truck day, which is understandable. 

She puts them on the counter and I’m deciding how I want to break it to her that this is not one unit. I figure that the best way is through scanning it three times and then explaining it. 

But I don’t get that far. 

“That’s supposed to be $17.99,” she says to the $34.99 ring-up price. 

“I believe 17.99 is the price for the single ones, not the variety packs that you have here.”

“The sign SAID 17.99.”

“Ma’am, I was just in that aisle not too long ago. I believe that price is in reference to one mat, not the three-packs that you have three of.”

Oh, she did not like how I phrased that.

“This is all one pack.”

“This is three packs. You see on the packaging here it says that there are three pieces but there are nine mats? It’s three packs, they just weren’t taken out of their ship packaging.”

“I want ALL of them for 17.99. I FOUND it like this, so its YOUR fault that it’s like this and it SAID it was 17.99. There were a TON of them there. DO YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU?!”

I get on the radio and ask if there is a sign about this. No one can find one saying that the three-packs are anything but 34.99. When I tell her this, she stomps over to the aisle and insists that I follow her. The stack that she was referring to was, as I suspected, the single mats. 

“But I FOUND it on HERE.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but they must have been misplaced.” 

“I need to speak to YOUR MANAGER. I am not paying $35 for ONE of them when YOU put them in the wrong place like that. I found them like that and I am entitled to an adjustment.”

Certainly entitled to something. I get on the headset and ask for the manager to come up and be the peacemaker. Manager comes up behind my register and asks what the situation is.

“She found these still bundled in the ship packaging and set on the wrong place. She wants the entire bundle of them for 17.99.”

I have never heard my boss laugh at a customer’s claim while the customer is still present. Customer didn’t like that too much, lemme tell ya. So when my boss realized that she was serious, she said:

“We can’t do that, I’m sorry- it was a mistake, but-”

The customer is staring her down, not even blinking. Eyes like peeled grapes. 

“We can override the price for ONE of them but not-”

Grapes. Soulless, emotionally-stunted grapes. 

Boss looks to me: “Override each of them to 5.99, mark them as damaged.” She walks away. Over the headset she tells me to black out the barcode so she can’t return them somewhere else for higher profit. 

As I am changing the prices, she brings up her phone. “I mean it doesn’t even matter anyway because if you didn’t let me do it I would have just price-matched with Amazon anyway so you can just stop being upset about it.”

This, gentlefolk, is called ‘projection.’ 

“I don’t think we’d be able to do that.”

“UH YES YOU DO. YOU DID IT LAST TIME.”

The listing she has up online is STILL only for a single mat and it is STILL not for the entire ship bundle. I don’t say anything. I just keep going. 

She does not like that I am blacking out her barcodes. “I wanted to KEEP THE BAG THEY CAME IN.”

“I’m sorry, but that’s a ship package. We’re not meant to have it out on the floor.” My hands are shaking. Anger is coming off of this woman in palpable waves, rippling in the air around her like a hot, desert road. It fries the grapes, they turn to raisins. 

“I don’t know what YOUR problem is,” she continues. “But every time I’m in this store YOU always give me a hard time.”

I choose not to respond. I am very susceptible the emotions of other people and I do not function well in the presence of angry people. The best response, when you are having trouble controlling your emotions, is not to respond at all. Or so I thought. She does not get the hint that I am not intent on speaking to her any longer, so she continues. 

“You are in CUSTOMER SERVICE. You should KNOW BETTER.” Says the woman who apparently didn’t know better than to think that nine items normally priced at 17.99 each would still be 17.99. 

“We’re doing the best that we can, ma’am.” My voice is shaky. I can hear the subconscious crack of my knuckles. She is vexing for a hexing. 

“No you’re not. You’re not trying. You INTENTIONALLY give me a hard time every time I’m here and I never did ANYTHING TO YOU. You’ve been working here HOW LONG and you still don’t know how to treat a customer?”

I stop scanning and I square my shoulders. I am not going to do this with the kind of confidence I want. I am not going to say what I want to say. But I can do this.

“Why are you angry,” I ask. My voice is higher pitched than it needs to be.

“I am NOT angry.”

“You’ve been insulting me this entire time. It comes off as angry.”

“I’m NOT angry. You’re just terrible with customer service.”

“I have done everything you asked. I have gone out of my way to do exactly what you asked for. And you are still not satisfied.” $105 worth of merchandise is a lot to give away for under $20. Asking someone to be civil while the person in front of you insults you is a lot to ask of a human being. 

“Why are you reacting this way?”

“What do you want from me? Tell me what you want from me, we’ll try to fix it.”

“You’re in CUSTOMER SERVICE. You should be SERVING THE CUSTOMER.”

“I did. I did everything you wanted. What else?”

Heated silence.

“Your total is 20.21.”


And that is when my boss showed up to take over before someone lost an ear. I took this opportunity to take my break. The replenishment manager finds me to tell me that the mats had not been stocked yet- they had been sitting in a cart to be gotten to and the woman snatched them up before they could be put on the shelf properly. 


I hope that whatever profit she gets from re-selling these things goes towards funding her therapy. 

We Are Family

Summary: Six months into your relationship Harry and Leo meet your parents, which can go two ways, they love them or they hate them. You’re really hoping they love them.

Warnings: F l u f f

Requested: Yes! I’m so happy people like this.


“Did you hear that Little Lion?” Harry smiles down at Leo when he hears your car pull into the driveway. “Y/N is here.”

“Bab?” Leo asks softly, smiling up hopefully at Harry. “Bab?” He repeats, a way to get Harry to answer him.

“Yeah! Babe is here.” Harry laughs when he hears you knock softly on the door, “It’s unlocked!”

He’s still looking down at Leo when you wrap your arms around his waist, “You really shouldn’t leave that unlocked, somebody could get in.”

“I want you to be able to get in.” Harry murmurs, turning his head a little to press a kiss to your head.

You roll your eyes, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Leo smiles when he sees you, “Bab!” You walk around Harry and take Leo from his arms, “Bab!” He giggles when you press a kiss to his cheek. 

Harry smiles a little in awe, “Sometimes I think he likes you more than me.” 

“He definitely does.” You smirk at Harry’s pout, “But don’t worry, it’s only because I give him sweets when you’re not around.” Harry shakes his head as he takes the bag you have from your hand and walks towards the kitchen, you following behind him. 

“What is this?” Harry asks as he pulls out clothing from the brown bag, “Are these new outfits? Do you think I can’t dress myself for meeting your parents?” 

“I just thought it would be cute if you and Leo were matching.” You smile nervously, you loved Harry’s style and you weren’t worried about what he would wear. You were worried about what he would stuff poor Leo into. 

Harry shakes his head looking down at the clothes. Admittedly, the outfit you chose wasn’t bad. It was something he would probably choose on his own, and Harry was sure Leo would look adorable in the striped button up. 

“I guess you’re right.” Harry laughs when you cheer, lifting Leo’s hands to cheer with you. 

“What is this?” He pulls out the dress, left in there for you to change into. “My dress!” You smile at the navy blue garment, “The blue matches the stripes on your shirts.” You explain happily, watching as a look of slight horror takes over Harry’s face. 

“You really put a lot of effort into this.” Harry says, placing the dress on top of his shirt and pants. You shrug, looking down at Leo with a smile, “I love you two so much and I just want my parents to see that. And I want them to love you guys too.” 

“And matching outfits are gonna do that?” Harry laughs softly, pulling you into a gentle hug. 

“No, but it’ll show them how happy I am. And how good you are to go along with my antics.” You press a kiss to his collarbone before resting your head there.

“Not antics, just really cute ideas.” Harry murmurs and presses a kiss to your hair, breathing in your coconut shampoo. 

“We should get ready, we have to leave in like half and hour.” You nod slowly stepping away, “I’ll give him a bath, you go shower.” As you walk away you turn back and see Harry folding the clothes, “Bring those to your room. We can all just get dressed there.” He nods and you turn back around to walk away.

Harry watches you as you walk towards the bathroom downstairs, where all of Leo’s bath toys and products were. Leo clapping happily, oblivious to fact he was about to be forced into a bathtub. You were watching him with a fond look Harry had realized a few weeks ago was only for Leo, like a mother’s look for their children.

Fifteen minutes later you’re carrying a teary eyed Leo to Harry’s room. He’s wrapped in his lion towel, with a hood designed to look like a lion’s mane and sniffling from being forced out of the bath. “What’s wrong little lion?” Harry croons, reaching to take Leo from your arms, who readily goes. You shake your head at the look Leo sends you, like you were the dragon and Harry the knight in shining armor. 

“He cries going in and cries going out.” You look Harry up and down, he’s shirtless but the pants you had bought are on. The shirt laying on his bed, next to your dress and Leo’s outfit. “I’m gonna get dressed,” You nod towards his en-suite bathroom before grabbing your dress. “The pants look nice.” 

When you emerge from the bathroom Harry is sitting on his bed now fully dressed with a matching Leo in his arms. Harry’s found a pair of tiny converse to slip onto Leo’s feet, and has put navy blue boots on his own. “You two look adorable!” You smile brightly, pulling your phone from the pocket in the dress. “Smile.” 

Harry smiles widely, dimples showing up and causing Leo to look up at him and do the same. You snap a picture, grinning when you notice Leo’s own dimples making an appearance. “My handsome boys.” Harry smiles at your words, you had taken Leo as your without him asking you to. He didn’t know how to thank you for that or anything you’d give him. 

“You look beautiful.” He says instead of thank you, “I love you.” 

You blush at his words, “I love you too.” 


Leo was a good baby. He usually stayed quiet when in public places, only cried if he was really tired or needed a change. He was sweet to new people, never hit or bit. He threw food, but every baby did. You knew your parents would love him, and if they didn’t they would have to live with it. You weren’t letting these boys go anytime soon. 

“Reservation for five.” Harry smiles at the hostess, “Under Styles.” She nods and grabs five regular menus and one children’s menu. 

“Would you like a high chair?” She asks politely after placing everything on the table for you. She speeds off when Harry nods, only taking a few seconds to grab one. “Enjoy your dinner.” 

You look around and notice they had placed you in a pretty quiet area, only a few tables beside you and all of them with adults. You weren’t sure if Harry had asked for that in order to keep Leo from getting overwhelmed or if it was coincidence, but you thanked the gods for it. 

“My parents should be here soon.” You smile as Harry places Leo in the high chair before pulling out the seat to the right of it for you. As you scan the drink menu you notice Harry fidgeting with his rings, “Is everything okay?” You murmur, silently deciding on red wine. 

“Yeah, just a little nervous. I want your parents to like me.” You a notice a faint blush in the dim lighting and grin. 

“They’ll love you, don’t worry.” Harry nods, but before he can say anything somebody is tapping your shoulder. 

“Y/N!” Your mom smiles as you stand to give her and your dad a hug. Harry stands as well, wiping his hands on his pants before extending a hand to shake with your parents. 

“Guys, this is Harry.” You point to him as they take his hand. Your dad nods as they shake hands before sitting in the chair next to yours. Your mom smiles kindly before shaking her hand. 

“Harry, these are my parents. Y/M/N and Y/D/N.” He nods as your mom takes the seat next to his, you and him share a look before sitting down as well. “And this is Leo.” You lift his hand to wave gently, Leo getting the idea and waving his other one. They laugh at his excited waves, “Leo, these are my parents.” Leo looks up at you then back at your parents, “Bab?” He gives you and Harry a confused look. 

You blush at the nickname and your parents confused glances, “Uh, Harry calls me babe a lot and Leo picked up on it but can’t pronounce it so he calls me his own version of it.” Your parents only nod, and you notice Harry look down at his hands, “I think it’s sweet.” You reach across to take his hand and he immediately stops his fidgeting. 

“It’s very cute.” Your father smiles reassuringly before picking up his menu. You let a sigh of relief, sending a small smile Harry’s way. 

Dinner goes smoothly, a few jokes and conversations about Harry’s life and your old friends and everybody seems to be getting along. You’re all picking at the ends of your meals when Leo starts to get fussy. He throws a crayon across the table and it lands on your father’s plate. 

“Leo!” Harry exclaims a panicked look taking over his face as Leo laughs. “We don’t throw things.” Harry mutters sternly, but Leo only laughs and picks up the remaining portion of his spaghetti. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.” Harry smiles apologetically at you and your parents. 

Your dad only laughs softly, handing the crayon to you, “We’ve all thrown things. Don’t worry.” 

Harry smiles gratefully before he presses a quick kiss to your cheek as he walks past, “Take your time.” You whisper and he nods. You silently pick at your food, waiting for your parents to say something. 

They look at you with smiles, “That boy really loves you.” 

“He does. I know you think Harry-” 

“Not Harry.” Your dad interrupts, “Well, he loves you. But, I mean Leo.” He nods to the empty high chair and you give him a confused look. 

“Yeah, I love him too. He’s a very sweet little boy, he deserves the world.” You smile down at the children’s menu, where Leo had attempted to draw a heart. 

“What happens when you and Harry break up?” Your mother asks quietly, she flinches when you look up with a glare. “What?” You ask the question sharply, and your father sighs. 

She shrugs, looking back down at her food. “Well, he’s not your blood. You can’t take custody or have any right to him. You’re just getting attached to a child and a man that may eventually break your heart.” 

“And if we don’t break up?” You roll your eyes at her assumption, “If we get married? Stay together forever? I love them. They mean the world to me and I know they think the same about me. I’m not worried about what happens when we break up because I don’t see it happening.” 

Your mother huffs, “You think you’ll marry this boy?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. All I know is I love him and wouldn’t mind being with him and Leo for a very long time.” You shrug looking back down at your food as a silence takes over the table. 

“Well,” Your dad smiles placing a hand on top of yours, “I like him. I think the three of you make an adorable, little family”. 

You blush, noticing Harry reenter the restaurant and making his way back to the table, “Do you guys want dessert? I was thinking we go out for ice cream or frozen yogurt.” 

“That sounds really nice, Harry. But my wife and I are old and don’t stay up that late anymore.” Your dad laughs as the four of you stand up. 

“You guys aren’t-” 

“No use in lying.” You father cuts Harry off as he slips on his coat, “You three enjoy the rest of your night. We should do this again.” Your mom slips her hand into the crook of your father’s elbow and you slip your hand into Harry’s free one as the four of you make your way towards the exit. 

“Yeah?” Harry asks a proud smile spreading across his face, “Yeah. Stop worrying Harry, you passed the test.” You dad laughs when Harry lets out a relieved breath. 

You give your parents hugs goodbye before turning and smiling excitedly at Harry, “See! Nothing to worry about!” 

“Your mom hates me.” He bounces Leo on his hip and you sigh, “No she doesn’t. She just worries too much, she’ll love you in no time.” The two of you walk hand in hand, Leo balanced on Harry’s hip, giggling to himself as he watches cars drive by the three of you in the parking lot. 

You had managed to find a good parking spot so the walk to the car is quick, “Gonna go get some fro-yo.” Harry sings as he straps Leo into his car seat, you already sitting in front seat. 

“We should go back to your place. I picked up ice cream the other day, we can all watch tangled or something. Oh, or we could-” You turn in your seat to face Harry as buckles Leo up. 

“Move in with me.” Harry cuts you off, smiling softly as you look around, like he could be talking to anybody else before looking back at him with a shocked look. 

“What?” 

“You spend a lot of your time with us anyways. It’s not too far from your job, and I like this.” Harry shuts Leo’s door before you can respond. You roll your eyes when he climbs into the driver seat and smiles nonchalantly at you, “What do you mean you like ‘this’?” 

“I like this little family we’ve built,” Harry smiles a little nervously, “I love you. I love the way you love Leo, I want you to move and be an even bigger part.” 

You lean across the center console and kiss him, one hand twisting in his hair and the other resting on his cheek. He brings his hand up and rests it on top of yours. You can feel his smile against your lips before you pull away, “Does that mean yes?” He murmurs. 

You turn and look at Leo in the back seat. He’s distracted by the toy Harry had hung there a few weeks ago. He giggles and you smile, I love this little boy.

Then you turn to look at Harry, who is giving you a hopeful smile. His hair had started to lose it’s slicked back hold, some strands falling across this forehead. His eyes sparkling in excitement, like he already knows your answer but wants to hear you say it. 

“Of course I’ll move in with you.” You smile widely, leaning in to kiss him again. 

I don’t know where we’ll end up, you think as Harry presses kisses across your face while laughing happily, but I do know these boys are my family.


Maybe I’ll write engagement piece. Maybe I’ll write her meeting Harry’s family. Maybe I’ll do a short piece on their first date or where little lion originated from. I don’t know, we’ll see.

I hope you enjoyed this.

Thank you for reading and have a good day!

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[TRANS] BTS Official Fanclub A.R.M.Y 1st Term - Interview (P6)

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Q: You all know everything about each other, that’s why you now got used to the others’ habits. Just like how 7 members are close, BTS and ARMY are slowly becoming closer too. During this not so short but also not so long period of time, you have met a lot of ARMYs, so what thoughts does each of you have when thinking of ARMY?

Rap Monster: I really want to meet them like ordinary people meeting each other, but I know to some, it wouldn’t be considered attractive. “He’s like the next door guy,” these things can be unattractive, but I want to talk to fans as a person to another person. When I talk to them, I can find inspiration and bring that inspiration into my music, so they can enjoy it. That would be great.

Jin: I want to meet each of them and just casually chat, but it’s actually not an easy thing to do so… Too bad. I want to show them how we’ll continue to grow so they can look at us and confidently say, “That’s my singers right there.”

Jungkook: I’m really grateful to our fans. I want to do something for them but I just don’t know how to, or maybe my method of expressing would cause misunderstanding, that’s why I don’t talk much. But seems like they think “He doesn’t express it out” so I’m a little upset. I think I need to keep working harder and get closer to them one step at a time.

Suga: I’m like Jungkook, I can’t express it out well. I have to tell the fans how I feel but it’s hard. I want to talk as person to person like Rapmon too. It’s just awkward to me, but I’m not gonna say that I’m like this and please spare me. I need to change myself and talk with many people, sharing sincere stories with each other and express my feelings.

Jungkook: It’s easy and hard at the same time.

V: I think the fans’ love are amazing. I’m getting this much love but it’s so frustrating that all I can do is saying “Thank you” or “I love you.” It’s hard to reply to all of them one by one and I can’t give them something more… You know because obviously we need to bring them cool performances. So finding a way to repay their love has become my assignment.

Jimin: I think the best way to repay is to not let the fans down. That’s why I want to show the best and the coolest of me.

J-hope: Just same old story but the fact that there are people who like me, who like our group is amazing. I always want to repay that. It’s nothing big but like, using the gifts they gave us, or reading messages on Twitter or fancafe during free time everyday, reading fan letters after coming back to the dorm…

Jimin: Right.

J-hope: I’m doing my best read and see all the posts and the love they gave me, but expressing this is not easy at all. I really want to express it out as much as possible. No matter how many times I say “thank you” and “I love you”, it still wouldn’t be enough.

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Desperate Times Part 2

I have gotten a million requests to do a part 2 to Desperate Times so here it is finally! Considering the way I left it i may or may not make it a mini series of sorts solely based on the reaction I get from part two! Feedback is GREATLY appreciated and I really hope you guys like this one! 

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Three weeks, four days, 10 hours, and 48 minutes. That’s how long it had been since your lovely father had traded you for drugs. Things were the same with Mr. J. You mostly kept to yourself and only spoke when necessary. No apology came from him in regards to the slap but you weren’t too torn up about it. 

“Y/N, you’re coming to the club with me tonight,” he said, breaking you from your thoughts. 

“No I’m not,” you answered. 

“Oh yes you are,” he retorted. “you don’t really have a choice. You rolled your eyes and nodded turning back to the crossword you were doing. 

“Why?” you inquired, curious as to why he was so set on you coming. 

“You haven’t left the house since you’ve been here, plus there’s someone I want you to see,” he said with a silver smile. “The dress you’re going to wear is on your bed. Also, stop rolling your eyes at me doll.” 

After a nice nap you looked at the clock and found that it was time to start getting ready. The dress he had given you was more of a t-shirt than anything. You couldn’t deny that it was a pretty dress though. Simple black, long sleeves, and a cutout that let you see a good amount of your cleavage. Bless for pushup bras, you though to yourself. Your look for the night was simple, a smokey eye matched with dark red lips. 

You stumbled down the stairs in the heels that were entirely too high for your liking. 

“Mmm kitten don’t you look sexy.” His voice sounded behind you. You turned and noticed that his burgundy dress shirt that adorned his torso matched the same deep red as your lips. He looked good, you had to admit. You mentally kicked yourself for being attracted to a psychopath. 

“Thank you. We going?” You wanted to get this night over with as soon as possible. You hated him, you hated this, you hated your dad, you just hated everything. You just wanted to runaway but you were smarter than that, you knew that if you tried then you might as well start digging your grave. He nodded and pulled you towards his signature purple lamborghini. 

“I can’t wait for you to see your surprise,” he said giddily. You stayed silent, obviously nervous of your “surprise”. You quickly pulled up to his club and he pulled you out of the passenger side, dragging you in to the thumping music. “Ooh he’s here Y/N. Your surprise is here!” You stared at him confused. You scanned the room searching for anyone that you might recognize. He led you to his private section and you plopped down on the couches as some of his goons strode in. 

“He’s here boss. Want us to bring him in?” his deep voice spoke. 

“Yes. Oh gosh I can’t wait doll.” You winced at the pet name he had chosen. A man was pushed in to the room. A man you knew all too well. 

“Dad?” Your eyes widened. 

“Y/N? Oh god Y/N. What have I done.” He stepped forwards to hug you before he was pulled back roughly. “Give her back Joker,” he begged. 

“Hmm let me think about that. No. We made a deal John. Your addiction for your lovely daughter,” he declined. 

“Please, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything, any-” 

“Do you actually think I want to go with you? You fucking sold me to a notorious psychopath murderer for drugs,” you interrupted. 

“Please Y/N.” You saw the tears forming in his pathetic eyes. 

“It was your choice John.She’s mine now. And oh how I love having her, if you know what I mean.” He dropped his left eye in to a dramatic wink. Next thing you knew there was a gun aimed at your captor. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you John, don’t be stupid,” Mr. J warned. The bang of a gun sounded before you heard the sharp intake of breath from the man beside you. “I gave you a chance John but you were stupid.” A second shot rang and you saw your fathers body collapse. You shot up from the couch and ran towards the nearly deceased man on the ground. 

“No dad, no. No, no, no, this can’t be happening.” You turned you head and looked at the Joker. “What did you do? What did you do!” you yelled. Your attention was turned back to your father. His empty brown eyes were fluttering as he desperately held on to his life. 

“I’m sorry Y/N,” he mumbled before his eyes drifted closed. Your tears dripped on to his bloody chest as you let out a sob, staring at the dead body of the man you once knew as your father. 

“Well that was lame. Time to go princess,” he interrupted your moment. 

“Fuck you. Fuck you, you heartless bastard…” He deserved it. He was barely a father. He always picked the drugs over you. Fuck him, fuck everyone. As if he read you mind he snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“He deserved it Y/N. You know that.” His voice had softened as his eyes bore in to yours. 

“I know. He deserved everything that came to him,” you admitted quietly. You looked over at him fully. “You’re hurt,” you observed. His left shoulder was bleeding making his already dark red shirt even darker. “Lets get home, I’ll clean it up.” 

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“Jesus. Will you stay still? You’re making it worse,” you said as you carefully searched for the bullet. 

“Oh sorry Y/N, let me just shoot you then dig through your bullet hole to see how still you’ll stay,” he retorted sarcastically. 

“Well it wouldn’t hurt as much if you would just stop moving.” You yanked the bullet out making him wince. 

“Ow.” You chuckled and reached for the gauze and tape. 

“I’m just gonna patch it up and you’ll be as good as new.” You smiled at him. He grunted in acknowledgement. 

A while later he sat in his bed shirtless staring at his phone. You stood in the door way admiring his muscular tattooed chest. He really was quite good looking if you looked past all the psycho he eluded. 

“It’s rude to stare doll,” he said, grabbing your attention. 

“Oh, uhm sorry. I just came to see how your shoulder’s doing. I’m going to re-wrap it.” He nodded and you walked over to the side of his bed, taking a cautious seat beside him. 

“You can come closer doll. I won’t bite. Unless you want me to.” He winked at you causing a blush to creep over your cheeks. You scooted closer to him, carefully removing the bloodied bandages. His eyes squeezed shut as you dabbed disinfectant on the bullet hole. 

“He’s dead. I can’t believe he’s dead,” you said quietly while wrapping the new gauze around his shoulder. A tear slid down your cheek. “I mean I know he deserved it but I can’t believe he’s actually dead. You focused on his shoulder as a distraction. 

“Don’t cry doll. He sold you to a psychopath.” He grinned at his words. You let out a half-hearted chuckle, a tear falling on to your lap. You shook your head in an attempt to rid him from your thoughts. You taped the last of the gauze and gave him a light pat on the back. 

“Alrighty, good to go, I’ll replace it again in the morning.” You made a move to stand up but he grabbed your hand and encouraged you to take your seat beside him. 

“Where’d you learn to do all this?” he inquired. 

“Well I’ve had to patch my dad up so much that I kinda had to learn. Gotta say, I’ve practically saved his life a couple times. I should be a nurse,” you chuckled, “I’ve actually always wanted to be a nurse but college is expensive and I wouldn’t even be able to get in anyway but a girl can dream right?” He stared at you in silence and the room grew uncomfortably quiet. You stood up again only to be pulled back down to his side. 

“I’m sure you would get in. You probably got great grades. You’re a smart girl Y/N.” 

“Well I didn’t even graduate. Was always too busy taking care of my dad that I could never go to school. I missed so much school that I ended up just dropping out when I was 15. I couldn’t leave him alone.” He looked furious, such a drastic change from his gentle behaviour previously. 

“What a bastard. You had to grow up too fast Y/N because or your jack ass, douche bag, addict of a father. I’m fucking glad I killed his sorry, pathetic ass. You deserved better Y/N.” He surprised you when he pulled you in to his side and placed a wet kiss to your temple. His kinda gesture sent a strange feeling throughout your body, unsure of how to react. You decided to take advantage of his good mood and leaned in to his uninjured shoulder. 

“Well I should head to bed. See you in the morning J,” you said as you slid off the plush bed. 

“No, stay in here with me tonight. Y’know, for health reasons.” You stared at him with a confused expression. “In case anything happens to my shoulder.” His quick cover up made you giggle. 

“Yea. Sure. Okay. Y’know, for your shoulder.” You smiled as you slid back in next to him. He pulled you in tightly to his side. 

“Goodnight Y/N.” 

“Goodnight J.” 

When We Collide (Part 10)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

”Morning everyone. I hope you’ve all had a good night of sleep because this is gonna be a long day.” Luke announced once one of the coworkers opened the door to the theater studio, grabbing everyone’s attention in the room including yours.

“Oh my god…” You mumbled under your breath when seeing Holly come from his behind with a huge smile on her face as if it wasn’t 7 A.M, she looked like someone who had been awake since the sun had raised just to get ready for today.

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Valuable Asset - One-shot - (Steve x Reader)

Originally posted by recordshopchris

Summary: As the weapons and tech member of the Avengers Y/N stays at the compound. When the team leaves to take out a Hydra base they find out it was a distraction set up by Hydra to infiltrate the compound and take Y/N.

A/N: This was requested by @borderline-person a while back. Sorry it took me so long to finish writing it, you can blame my writer’s block for that, and I hope you like it. 

Request: It’s a steve x reader, where reader is an amazing techy/weapon agent that helps the avengers during missions behind the computers, one mission the avengers are raising a hydra base but turns out to be a decoy/distraction cos hydra just really wants to kidnap the reader for her skills and the avengers are super worried especially steve but when they got back they found out the reader fought all the enemies and they are suprised that she is great at fighting too, sorry if you found it weird haha, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this and thank you so much!!!


“Everything is looking good on this end,” I tell the team as I scan the monitors in front of me.

“Are you sure this is the place Fury told you about,” Nat asked.

“Yes,” I frown. “Why?”

“Something doesn’t feel right,” Steve said.

“Tony is your suit glitching,” I ask looking at the monitor that showed me a feed coming from his suit.

“No,” Tony said.

“I don’t get it,” I say as my fingers flew across the keyboard in front of me. “There seems to be no heat signatures coming from inside the building.”

“I’m getting the same thing,” Sam said and I turned to look at the monitor showing me Red Wing’s feed.

“Guys stay on your toes,” I tell them. “I’m going to get Fury on the line.”

“Y/N,” Fury answers.

“Fury, where did your source get the coordinates to the hydra base you sent me,” I ask him.

“What coordinates,” he asked.

“The ones you sent me this morning.”

“I never sent you any coordinates,” he said making me worry.

“Fury, I’m going to have to call you back,” I say ending the call.

I pull up the message I had received that morning. I quickly run a tracer on the message and let out a few curse when I finished.

“Guy’s,” I say slowly. “That message didn’t come from Fury.”

“Who sent it,” Steve asked.

“Hydra.”

“It’s a trap,” Tony said.

“No,” I breathe. “It’s a distraction.”

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