let me tell you about my internship a few months ago

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: Reader is the child of Tony Stark. While talking to Peter one day you discover that Flash is bullying him, and decide to take matters into your own hands by showing up to Liz Allen’s party to put an end to it. 

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: slight spoilers for Homecoming, mild swearing, bullying

Word count: 2,805

Notes: I know this isn’t the exact dialogue as in the movie but I’m just working off my memory so bare with me folks. Also this took me several day to write but I love it, even though the ending is kinda shaky but this is very long and I would enjoy you guys sent in requests! My masterlist is in my bio (it’s almost empty but that’ll change) along with a prompt list you can request off of if you want!

Originally posted by zgallagher

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Love Conquers All || Peter Parker Imagine

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Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 1295 

Request: shenanigans-and-broken-hearts Could you write an imagine where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and is dating Peter Parker (Tom Holland)? Something where the reader and peter try to sneak around and be discreet but everyone on the team knows about the relationship except Tony. Maybe Tony could find out in a very uncomfortable way or something like that? You can take what you want (if any) from this. You are a fantastic writer so I’m sure it will be great!

A/N: I had no idea how to end it but hey, at least I tried

Originally posted by spiderholland

Becoming Spider-Man was the best thing Peter Parker could’ve ever done. Without being Spider-Man, he would’ve never met Mr. Stark. Not meeting Mr. Stark ment not meeting his beautiful, amazing girlfriend, Y/N Stark.

Tony Stark was a smart man but, when it came to his daughter’s dating life, he was completely clueless. If he found out that she was dating Peter Parker, the boy would be dead in seconds.

The rest of the team, the Avengers, all knew about Y/N and Peter’s forbidden romance. Thor was the first say anything about the young couple. Do to not being from Earth, Thor was very blunt about things. When the team was training in the Avengers tower, Thor noticed the two being strangely attached to the hip. Tony wasn’t in the room at the time because he was fixing his armor, so Thor took it as an opportunity to speak. Very loudly speak. “Lady Y/N,” he shouted across the training room, gaining the attention of all the heros in the room, “Are you and Peter a- what are they called here, ah, a couple?”

Peter and Y/N stood there shocked, not saying anything but quickly separating from one another. Wanda chuckled, “They are!”

Peter went to quickly protest, “No, no. we’re not. I swear.” The boy was blushing out of embarrassment. “Oh please, we aren’t complete idiots.” Nat stated with a smirk on her face as she crossed her arms.

“Please don’t tell my dad. He-he’ll kill us. Literally. Please don’t say anything to him.” She begged, covering her face with her hands.

The older men and women in room let out a chorus of, alright’s and fine’s. “Thank you,” Y/N said softly with a small smile on her face. Peter looked at her with a large grin on his face.

Months later, the teens were lounging around the tower, watching movies and such. “When are you gonna tell your dad about us?” Peter questioned, scarfing down a hand full of popcorn, still looking straight at the TV.

Y/N sighed, “I have no idea. But when I do tell him, I will try my best to convince him the let you do your ‘internship’ here.” She said as she turned to him. Peter placed the popcorn bowl on the table in front of him before leaning over to pick Y/N up and put her on his lap. She was slightly shocked at first but started giggling. He smiled up at her, since she was on his lap she was lightly taller then him. “I love you so much, Y/N Stark.” He leaned up to kiss her as she smiled into the kiss. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and started playing with his hair.

She pulled away from the kiss, “I love you too Peter Parker.” She went back in for another kiss but, he started trailing his lips down her jaw and to her neck. Peter sucked on the skin of her neck before pulling away to admire the red mark that was forming. He continued to kiss and suck(cringe) on her neck before leaning up to capture her lips once again.

The two pulled away from each other as they heard a stampede of footsteps approaching the room they were in. Y/N hopped off of Peter’s lap and onto the couch next to him. Peter put the popcorn bowl back onto his lap quickly, pretending like he wasn’t just making out with his girlfriend.

Peter and Y/N looked over the couch to see who walked into the room, it was the Avengers, with Tony Stark included. “Hey-Hey, how was the mission?” Peter stuttered, still nervous around the team of heros. The couple stood up to go greet the team of heros. Clint chuckled, “Well, we didn’t have as much fun as you too did.” He said pointing to Y/N’s neck. Everyone turned to her to see what Clint was talking about. Y/N had a red, slightly bruising, mark on her neck.

Peter’s face was beet red, avoiding all eye contact. Tony stood there, eyes opened wide as he was glancing between them. “Peter,” Y/N dad said calm, terrifyingly calm, “I’ll give you a five second head start.” Tony stated clenching his fists. Peter started quickly backing away.

Clint, Steve and Natasha leaped to hold the man back. They could practically see steam escaping his ears. While the Avengers worked to hold Tony back, Y/N grabbed Peter’s wrist, to keep him from running away. “Peter.” She said turning the boy around.

“Y/N, he’s going to murder me.” Peter rushed with worried, trying to pull away from her. “No, he won’t.” She said trying to convince him. Peter stayed by Y/N’s side, watching as Tony started to slowly calm down.

“Y/N, could you please explain to me as to why you have a- a, an unholy mark on your neck?” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word hickey, but he spat the words with venom lacing his voice. The team watched the scene unfold before them. They have never seen Tony this angry before.

Still holding onto Peter’s wrist Y/N responded, “Me and Peter are….dating. He’s my boyfriend, dad.” She said as Peter moved his hand into hers, fear still in his eyes.

Tony looked at their interlocked hands and sighed. He saw how much she was scared for Peter. “I-I love her Mr. Stark.” Peter suddenly said looking at his shoes.

Tony gritted his teeth. “If it was anyone other than you Peter, I would’ve done something I would’ve regretted. But Queens needs you.” He forced the words out but, he meant them. He’s good for her, and she’s good for him. “Don’t mess this up Parker. Or I promise you that I will make you suffer.” Tony said as he walked up to the frightened boy. “I won’t m-mess this up, Mr. Stark.” He stammered.

Tony put a forced smile on his face. “Good.” He clasped his hand on Peter’s shoulder, hard enough to make him wince. Tony turned around and left the room, the rest of the team following.

Y/N turned to Peter putting her hands on his neck, “Hey, at least he didn’t kill you.” She said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. Peter laughed a nervous laugh putting his hands on your hips. “Now you can finally kiss me without worrying about my dad.” Y/N said kissing the boy’s lips. Peter pulled back, “Yeah, I’m still going to be worried, he wasn’t too reassuring.”

She smiled, “At least that milestone in our relationship is out of the way. Now, let’s actually try and watch the movie without making out this time.” She said grabbing his hand to drag him to the couch. Peter gave her a pouty face which made her giggle. “I don’t think that it would be a very good idea, based on past experience. And by past experience I mean like, just a few minutes ago.”

Peter blushed again muttering, “You’re probably right.”

“I love you, ya dork.” Y/N assured, squeezing his hand. “And I love you,my queen.” He said dramatically with a bow, making Y/N laugh once more. Peter corrected his posture and leaned in to give her a kiss. “Just one more kiss, please.” He begged in a whisper, placing his hands on her hips once again. “Fine. But only one.” She caved as they smashed their lips together.

Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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A Couple That Games Together

Pairing: Stuart Twombly x Reader

Authors: @ninja-stiles & @mf-despair-queen

Words: 6551

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Oral (female receiving), Edging, Teasing, Stuart being a dick, Horrible video game references.

Author’s Note: Me and Mal co-wrote this (obviously) because Stuart is adorable and sexy af. We have also decided to enter this for Stuart Week ( @sarcasticallystilinski & @rememberstilinski )! This is pure filth and fluff and angst all in one. We make a good team! Lol.


Originally posted by dylanholyhellobrien


It all started in my freshman year of college. That’s when I first met him. The snarky, sarcastic, beanie-wearing cutie that is Stuart Twombly.

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“You’re Spider-Man.” (Peter x Reader)

Summary- You, Ned, and MJ tell Peter you know he’s Spider-Man, in his efforts to prove otherwise, Spider-Man visits you to tell you he isn’t Peter. You decide to have fun with this, and make Peter a little jealous of your feelings for Spider-Man.

A/N- I finally have my laptop working again so can actually write! This is a super light-hearted thing, I enjoyed writing it. Hope you like it! (Send me a request! Ask box is always open!)

Word count- 1680


You watch as Peter looks as if he’s really struggling to figure out how to get out of this study group with you, Ned and MJ. “Uh,” he starts, and you all turn to him, your eye brows risen, questioning him, “I got to go,” you all give a small nod and turn back to your work. He pushes his stuff from the table and into his bag in one smooth motion, he’s got good at that the past few months, practice does make perfect, he does this pretty much every day. “The internship, Mr Stark needs me.”

You nod, continuing with your chemistry questions, “Yep, okay Peter.”

“I’m sorry guys, the internship is just really important you know?” He pulls his bag to his shoulder as he stands up.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you say without looking up at him, you can hear Ned and MJ laugh slightly next to you and you smile. No time quite like the present to let him know you all know his secret. He stumbles back into his seat.

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nonnie-villeneuve  asked:

Heyyy!! I saw your last Jaime Lannister imagine...I was hoping you'd do a modern Jaime imagine...you know how I f**king love him! Haha! Thanksss!!

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Reader
Fandom: GoT ; ASoIaF
Warnings: language + almost smut (lol, I know)

A/N: you know what? thanks to your request, I fell in love with the idea of a modern lannister family. I really had my fun with this and might even continue with it, like.. damn. HOPE YOU LIKE IT BOO <33

                                                         *****

“Wait, let me get this straight,” you put down your coffee and were already laughing. “Your father wants to have a family reunion. With the family that you haven’t had contact with in ages, apart from Tyrion. And because your sister still seems to be obsessed with you, you told them that you would bring your fiance, despite of the fact that you don’t have one, and said that I was the fiance?”

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Empire State of Mind

NurseyDex, 3600 words, Rated Teen, Fluff/POV Nursey (here on AO3)

Dex spends a summer in New York with the Nurses. (For day seven of @nurseydexweek​!)


The Haus is quiet when Derek walks in. SportsCenter’s playing lowly on the TV, but he doesn’t even spot Dex, stretched out on the couch, until he walks all the way into the living room. Dex has one arm over his face and his laptop carelessly strewn across his thigh, which is probably cause for concern—Dex is never so cavalier with his precious laptop. Derek closes it and moves it safely to the coffee table before sitting down next to his feet.

“What’s up, dude?”

“Hey.” Dex moves his arm off his face. “How was your test?”

Derek props his feet up on the coffee table and shrugs. “Fine, I guess. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m starting to hear back about those internships, and I got the one I really wanted.”

“Dude, that’s awesome,” Derek says sincerely. He was around for the frantic application process a couple months ago, and he knows how much work Dex put into it. “Congrats. So why do you look like, depressed?”

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“What? Why the fuck not?”

“It’s in New York. I mean, there’s a stipend, but it’s not even close to enough for me to live on for 10 weeks. I’ve been doing the math, and it’s just not gonna work out.”

“So stay with me,” Derek says, without even thinking about it, and Dex’s brow furrows.

“What?”

“Just stay with me,” he repeats, after he takes three seconds to actually consider it. Yes, this is a good idea. “We have a guest room.”

“I—I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Dex sits up, looking uncomfortable. “I can’t just like…mooch off you and your parents all summer.”

“Oh my god, do not be such a fucking drama queen.” Dex swats him for that, and Derek swats right back. “You need a place to stay, I have a place to stay. Plus, it’ll be fun. Good practice for us living together next year.”

Dex hesitates. “Shouldn’t you ask your parents?”

“I mean, I will,” Derek says with a shrug, “but they’ll be fine with it, I swear.”

If they’re actually okay with it, I’ll think about it.” 

“Good,” Derek says, satisfied, and Dex gnaws at his lower lip.

“But thanks. It’s—that’s a nice offer.”

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Apple Fritters {Part 3}

{part 1} {part 2

word count: 2.5k

pairings: peter parker x reader 

warnings: some swearing, some angst, more mentions of apple fritters, some PG sensuality

a/n: oooooohhh boy!! this one is probably my fav one i’ve written so far. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE! i can’t believe how much love Apple Fritters has gotten–i feel like it’s my child and im watching it grow lmao. you are all the reason i keep doing this, what keeps me writing!! i love each and every one of you guys. xxxxxx

tagging: @tronnoristheotp @nedthegay 


Days flew by as you grew accustomed to your new life. The days turned into weeks, the weeks turned into months. Pretty soon, August and September had bid you farewell, and October fell upon Queens in a blanket of falling leaves, cloudy skies, and crisp autumn air.

You didn’t have any more encounters with Spider-Man after that odd evening, but that didn’t mean you stopped thinking about him–or how he knew where you lived. You felt oddly drawn to the masked stranger, you longed to know the truth about his identity and his story. Did he know where everyone lived, in a protective vigilante way? Or was he just another creep, who happened to beat up bad guys on the side? But the one question that constantly burned the brightest in the back of your mind–who was he? You had kept the encounter to yourself, not confiding in your new friends just yet. You didn’t want to sound insane.

You were acing all of your classes, staying on top of your work as usual. You were the perfect student. Impressive test scores every single time, and your teachers were beginning to notice. Soon, most of your superiors had joined the growing list of people who encouraged you to join the Academic Decathlon team.

“I get stage fright easily!” you protested to Peter and Ned one day in the quad during lunch. The three of you sat in a circle on the grass, enjoying the chilly weather.

“You can’t even see the audience with all the lights that shine on you,” Ned urged, flipping through a comic. “Peter–tell her!”

You looked at Peter–who had become somewhat distant since the day he walked you home. He no longer walked you to your apartment, but rather the corner street where you parted ways. He was always in a hurry to be somewhere else. You were still reeling from that tender moment you shared with him, still feeling the fire his fingertips left behind on your skin when he softly grazed your cheek. You couldn’t stop thinking about him either, or the way you suddenly felt very shy around him, or how his beautiful brown eyes looked when the sun caught them.

He looked absolutely worn down today–dark circles under his eyes, falling asleep, and wincing every time he moved, like he worked his muscles too hard the day before. You grew increasingly worried about him. When he didn’t respond to Ned’s right away, you quickly changed the subject.

“Do you guys want to come over to my place after school and study for a little while?” you asked, pulling your sweatshirt tighter around as a crisp breeze blew through the quad, shaking the red and yellow leaves from the trees.

“I’m free,” Ned said excitedly. “I’ve never seen your house.”

You grinned, looking at Peter in question. “What about you, Parker Pete?” Your nickname for him hung in the air.

Peter rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I wish I could, but I’ve got the–my–my internship with Stark Industries.”

You bit your lip and turned your gaze away from him. “Yeah–yeah, it’s totally okay. I understand.” But you look like you seriously need a day off from that.

Before you could say another word, Ned broke the silence. “I could bring over my PS4, and we can play some video games!”

“I asked for you guys to come over to study,” you laughed, playfully pushing him over. “But bring it anyways–just in case.” You stole another glance at Peter, who was staring off into space, not paying any attention at all. The bell rang out across the quad, and he was the first one up and walking briskly back to his class without a hint of a goodbye. You stared after him, an unwelcoming feeling of anger and frustration bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“What’s his problem?” you grumbled to Ned, standing up and brushing yourself off. “He was fine a few months ago–but now…he’s a totally different person.”

“He really is under a lot of pressure with his internship,” Ned replied. “Don’t take it too personally.”

“I just thought that he…that we…” you trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat. Why were you crying?

Ned put a reassuring hand on your shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the main building. “Don’t stress about it, [Y/N]. Peter is…complicated. He’ll come around again.”


It was nearly midnight, hours after Ned had left your house after studying for a quick minute, and then spending the rest of the time playing videogames together. You wrapped yourself in a thick blanket, stole out through your window onto the cramped fire escape, and sat in solitude. You had brought your Biology textbook with you, to get some actual studying in, the light from your room filtering out over the pages. But you still couldn’t concentrate.

Your mind was swimming with thoughts of school, how Peter was acting, and trying to figure out Spider-Man’s deal. Your fingers restlessly drummed on the open page to the book, until you let out an exasperated sigh and closed your eyes.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Fishing it out, you answered the call with a weak, “Hello?”

“[Y/N]? It’s Peter.” Speak of the devil.

Your eyes immediately opened. “Peter–hey–I….what’s up?” You pinched the bridge of your nose, knowing how ridiculous you sounded.

“I’m sorry to call so late–I didn’t wake you up or anything, did I?” His voice sounded strained.

“No, no, I was still awake,” you replied. “Are you alright?”

There was a moment of silence before he answered. “Uh–not exactly….but I’m fine! I’m fine. I’m actually in your neighborhood–could I stop by for a second? Just–just to say hi.”

This was very strange. But he sounded like he needed help with something. “Of course, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”

You let him in when he arrived, noticing a very slight limp in his step. Putting a finger to your lips, he nodded and you bother entered your apartment, sneaking very quietly back into your room. He collapsed at your desk, sighing in relief.

“Peter,” you started, sitting on your bed across from him. Before you could finish what you were about to say, you noticed the purple, mottled bruises across his cheekbone. A few more peeked out from underneath his grey sweatshirt along his neck. “Peter, what the hell happened to you?”

He gave a weak smile. “Sorry–a guy got tough at the ATM this afternoon. I just got in his way.”

“I thought you were at your internship this afternoon?”

“I…I was,” he stammered. You knew he was lying through his teeth.

“You need to tell me what exactly is going on with you,” you demanded, crossing your arms. You could feel the hot tears welling up in your eyes. “You don’t look like one guy beat you up, you’re tired and slow every day now, you’re falling behind in your classes….” You bit your lip and looked away, silently cursing your emotions as the tears spilled over your cheeks. “I thought….I thought we had something, but–but everything you’re doing is telling me otherwise.”

Taking a shaky breath, you furiously wiped away your sorrow. Looking up at him, he was staring at you with those eyes….those damn, beautiful brown eyes–with a crushed, pained look on his face. His mouth was opened slightly, frozen, not knowing what to say.

“Please say something,” you whispered. When he didn’t–he just kept looking at you with that scared, horrified expression–you stood up angrily with your hands balled in fists.

He looked up at you, defeated. “[Y/N]….I can’t tell you. Just please–please trust me when I tell you that I’m okay, I’m just a little tired.” Peter closed his eyes and lowered his head, as if in prayer. “In the few months that we’ve known each other, I feel like I can….I can be myself around you. I don’t have to put on a mask or pretend to be someone I’m not. I feel–I feel safe when I’m near you….you have this aura, this presence–something about you that I’m just drawn to.”

You stared at him, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. Was he…confessing his feelings for you? You were speechless for a moment, until the anger and frustration sank back into your chest. “After all this time, all these days and weeks and months of wondering what you could possibly be going through, this is all you have to say? After putting not only me–but also Ned–through this unnecessary bullshit? We’re both worried sick about you, Peter. You can’t just change the subject and–and–”

He lurched forward out of your desk chair, his hands gently but firmly grabbing your cheeks. Before you could register what the hell he was doing–his lips were softly kissing yours. Completely and utterly taken aback, your hands fell to your sides. Your eyes closed, your heart was racing, and you gave in to the kiss–your hands sliding up and wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you and deepening the kiss. You were enveloped in him, his scent smelling of musk with a hint of cocoa, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

You could tell he was trying to figure out how to kiss you as he went, his hands gripping your waist at first, but moving to the small of your back a few moments later.

He pulled back, all too soon. Your eyes opened slowly, to see him looking at you with a stunned expression on his face, his soft lips swollen from the kiss.

Peter took a step back, beginning to panic. “I am so sorry–I didn’t mean to–that was….that was crossing a line–”

“Peter….Peter, stop!” You reached out, your fingers gently tracing the bruise on his cheekbone, silently wishing you could take all of his pain away in one second. He froze, leaning into your touch with a relieved sigh. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you that day on the subway,” he murmured, sending shocks of electricity to your very core.

“Me too,” you admitted with a laugh.

Peter leaned in towards you again, brushing your lips very softly. “I gotta go–although I really don’t want to….I’ll see you again soon.”


“Two apple fritters, please,” Peter politely asked the man working the bakery stand. After paying him and receiving the pastries, he handed one to you with a smile. “Now my debt is paid.”

You let out a laugh. “I guess now we’re even, Parker Pete.”

The two of you began to strolling along together, hand-in-hand, enjoying the brisk October weekend. It was nearly dusk, the lights of Queens beginning to twinkle in the dimming night sky. The two of you had a long talk about what happens next the night Peter had kissed you, about prioritizing everything correctly. You both agreed to keep your newfound relationship on the low, spending time together on the weekends–Peter had his internship during the week still, and you began to understand the importance and secrecy of it.

You enjoyed every minute you spent with Peter, your life finally feeling like it was back on track again. But you were dying to know all about his internship–you learned that Tony Stark was a genius, a billionaire, and philanthropist who doubled as the superhero known as ‘Iron Man’, a secret he came out to the press about. Peter gushed all the time about working under Mr. Stark, but he always kept it strictly confidential–and you were starting to get curiouser and curiouser.

“So,” you asked as you both walked together, giving his hand a playful squeeze. “Are you absolutely sure you can’t tell me anything about your internship? Like, not even a tiny little detail?”

Peter chuckled, rubbing the back of his head anxiously. “I’m sorry, [Y/N], you know how the rules are. I wish I could tell you, though.”

You knew not to push, but you couldn’t help it. “Do you work with that high-tech alien junk I saw in the news?”

His smile slowly disappeared. “You know I’m not allowed to say.”

“I know, I know,” you whined, giving up. “Top secret stuff.” 

A crash and a shout sounded suddenly, breaking the silence. Looking up, you both saw three men clad in all black, complete with black ski masks, holding a poor shop owner hostage in his floral store a few blocks down.

“Holy shit,” you breathed, pulling out your phone. “I’m calling the police.”

Peter let go of your hand, taking off in a sprint towards an alley. “Call them! I’ll be right back!” he shouted over his shoulder.

“Peter, stop!” you cried out, taking a step forward. “Where are you going?! Peter!”

He disappeared around the corner, shouting again, “I’ll be right back!”, leaving you standing there, utterly stunned and speechless that he would just leave you there, stuttering out a few words to the 911 operator on your phone. His words echoed in your mind. 

A group of people began to crowd across the street, watching the three robbers. You pushed past them, hearing the sirens in the distance–but you knew the robbers were going to get away before they arrived. Looking around, you had to do something.

“Hey!” you shouted, running full speed towards the three robbers. You had some pepper spray in your purse, and you quickly pulled it out, spraying the man closest to you right in the eyes. He screamed in agony, falling to his knees, clutching his burning eyes. The second man was stuffing cash from the register into a bag, and the third was holding the shop owner by the collar.

“Well, well, well,” the second man said, his voice sending chills down your spine. “Looks like we got a little hero.” He tossed the bag of cash to his partner, and moved quickly towards you.

Before he could take a step further, before you could blast him with the pepper spray, a flash of red and blue appeared and knocked him out with a swift kick to the face. The last man holding the shop owner dropped the bag of cash and tried to run, only to be stopped with one of Spider-Man’s web shooters.

Once the shop robbers were incapacitated, Spider-Man turned to you almost angrily.

“What were you thinking?” he bellowed, stabbing a finger at you. “You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

Your mouth opened in a shocked O, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. “I–I was only trying to help, the police were never going to make it in time–”

The masked hero shook his head. “[Y/N]–don’t do that again.”

“How do you know….” Before you could finish your question, Spider-Man ran out of the shop, and disappeared into the city with a few swings from his web shooters. You were completely shocked, and right back where you once were–who was Spider-Man?

The police asked some questions, took some notes, and turned you loose. Breathing heavily, you exited the growing crowd and immediately pulled out your phone, dialing Peter. He didn’t answer, so you left a very quick and angry voicemail.

“Peter Parker,” you growled into the phone. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

anonymous asked:

hey bri, i read your post about creating a portfolio for an internship and i was wondering if it's basically the same when applying for a job? i'm pursuing visdev and don't exactly know how to organize my portfolio and website. if you have any tips that would be super wonderful!! Btw, i'm the anon from awhile ago who went on the month and a half long trip to asia and i'm so happy I went bc I was able to clear my mind of a lot. THANK U SO MUCH and you have no idea how awesome u are!! 💖

hello again! i’m super happy to hear that your trip went well and you feel refreshed!! there’s nothing better, huh?

internships and other special programs tend to be more formal and serious than jobs. since most jobs in animation are acquired by word of mouth, an art director is probably going to take a quick look at your work and decide if it’s right for the job or not. they won’t comb through it like a recruiter or someone might.

therefore, it’s important to put your best work first. if you have a website, it should be on the landing page. make it super easy for someone to see your work in 5 seconds. that’s the single most important thing. don’t make anyone “dig” to find your work.

here are some other random tips!

1. keep your portfolio updated. i’ve seen someone lose a job for this; their test for a tv show was great but their portfolio was a few years old, so the person looking at it couldn’t tell where their skills were at now. the test and your portfolio are both equally important. and, it’s bad form to show your work to recruiters multiple times if there’s no new stuff.

2. fill up your social media. i don’t know about recruiters, but art directors will almost definitely look through your social media (instagram is most common). this is a good thing! it doesn’t count as part of your portfolio, so you can feel free to be yourself and be a little less formal. and usually art directors really like to see doodles, sketches, or just your personal interests and ideas. they will google you, so try to connect your name with your work as much as possible!

3. be yourself. if you’re fresh out of school this might be hard, because you might be worried about being good more than being unique. it might take some time, but let your work be a reflection of yourself and your unique ideas and view point! of course your work has to be technically competent for the job, but your unique voice is what’s going to make you a valuable asset to a team. it will close some doors to jobs that don’t align with your specific “style”, but it will open others.

4. be able to talk about your work. it’s not uncommon for recruiters and art directors to ask you questions about your art. this usually happens in the interview stage but be prepared regardless! be able to talk about your process, how you think, why you made certain choices, and about your stories/characters that you put in your portfolio. don’t be shy!!

that’s all i got for now!! let me know if you need anymore help. best of luck with your portfolio and everything else going forward! and thanks so much for your super kind words!!!

After the Show-Daniel Seavey

Summary: You, along with the other Why Don’t We boys make up a plan for you to surprise your boyfriend Daniel on tour. What you don’t know is that Daniel has a surprise of his own.

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Another jolt of excitement ran through your body and you quickly unlocked your phone to check the time again. 5:18. In just shy of a couple hours you would be reunited with your boyfriend of six months, Daniel Seavey.

The Something Different tour turned out to be an even greater success than anyone could have predicted and although you were extremely happy for Daniel and the boys, the separation was killing you.

Seeing Daniel in between shows was nice but you missed him and you realized that you hadn’t gone to one of his major performances yet. Your solution: surprise him at his next show.

This idea came to you a few weeks ago and the help of the other Why Don’t We boys and your parents made it a reality.

“Turn here remember?” You directed your mom, who was driving, in the direction of the Roxy Theater. Your house in San Francisco wasn’t very far from the L.A. venue but car rides weren’t at all your thing and you were beginning to micromanage.

“Honey we know where we’re going. You came here for your first concert remember?” She said with a smile. “Sorry mom. I’m just so excited to see him.” You admitted, shrinking back into your seat.

“Our little girl all grown up and nervous to see her boyfriend. How cute.” Your dad teased from the passenger seat and you laughed. “If I were all grown up don’t you think you guys would’ve let me drive myself?” You replied sassily.

•••••

You said your goodbyes to your parents and gave them hugs, promising to be safe and to have fun, telling them everything that parents want to hear when they leave their daughters alone in L.A. for the night. When they drove off you checked the time. 6:31. 

The should would start at 7:30 so you figured you should hurry inside to see Daniel beforehand. You flashed your V.I.P. pass Jack had sent you to the bodyguards out front and they led you to the backstage area. You saw Zach first followed by Corbyn. 

“(Y/N)!” Zach yelled, causing the other boys to shush him in a frenzy. “Zach shut up!” Corbyn scolded him and Zach playfully held a hand up to his lips. “Sorry.” “It’s okay,” you told him. “It’s great to see you guys.” You greeted and hugged each of them.

“Where’s Daniel?” You asked after a bit of small talk. “He’s with Jack. He’s been keeping Daniel busy all day.” Jonah replied. “Yeah, they should be back soon. They-” Before Corbyn could finish his sentence the door opened and in walked Jack, Daniel following close behind. 

“DANIEL!” You were instantly in his arms giving him the biggest bear hug known to man. “(Y/N)?!” He questioned excitedly, pulling you away from him for just a moment to see your face before engulfing you in another hug. “What are you doing here? I thought your internship started today?“ 

"Nope. It starts next week. I lied so I could surprise you. The boys helped me.” You pointed to Daniel’s friends who had so quickly turned to something more like brothers and they smiled. “Wow. You guys are sneaky. I literally had no idea!” Daniel smiled. 

“That’s kind of the idea silly.” You joked and leaned into him to place your lips on his. “And that’s our cue to leave.” Jonah mumbled, leading the boys out of the door to another room. “Daniel, be sure to be on stage by 7:00 sharp!” Jack warned before closing the door. 

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Time seemed hobby so fast with you and Daniel just sitting on the couch talking. It was so great to just be with him and do something normal again and you were also excited to see him and the other boys perform. 

 “I’ve missed you so much baby." Daniel cooed and pulled you closer to him, so close you were practically on his lap. "I missed you too Daniel.” You said and peppered his face with kisses. 

“How was your day?” You asked as he ran his fingers through your hair. “It was good. A little boring with setting things up and rehearsing but it’s much better now that you’re here. 

How was the drive from San Fran?” He asked, intertwining your fingers with his. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be but you know how I hate car rides. Pretty sure I drove my parents crazy.” You said laughing, Daniel joining in, joking with you about how you’ve always been a back seat driver. 

You went to playfully hit him in the arm but instead, Daniel grabbed your wrist and pulled you in for another kiss. “I wish we could stay like this for a while.” You admitted and just like clockwork, you were interrupted by the door opening. 

“Five more minutes Daniel!” Jack yelled, sticking his head inside the room with a smile. “Sorry (Y/N) but we’re going to need to borrow him for a while!” Zach added and Daniel rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill!” You yelled with a smile, getting up from the couch and taking Daniel with you. With a groan, you pried Daniel from the couch. “Is it bad that I don’t wanna go out there?” He whined. 

“I know you can’t resist me but I’m ready for a show. Good luck cutie!” You gave him tight hug and rushed him out the door with a quick peck on the lips. Just as quickly as he had left, Daniel’s head popped in again.

“One more thing,” he said, his hands fidgeting with the knob and his beautiful eyes focusing in on you. “Yes Daniel?" 

"I love you.” You opened your mouth to speak. To say something, anything, but you we’re frozen like a statue. “Don’t worry (Y/N), you can say it back after the show.” He said, shooting you a wink. And with that he was gone.

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Author’s Note: This is my first imagine on this blog. Feel free to leave me feedback in my ask box and REQUEST if you’d like! :)

❝ We can always change this little particular ❞

Plot: When you and Jaebum are childhood friends but secretly love each other, until the day you two stuck into the elevator and confess your feelings. 

Pairing: JaebumxReader 

Words count: 3,3k+

Genre: RealLife!Au / Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“JAEBUM-AH!!”  

You hated that kid. Now it was clear, but the more you were forced to spend time together and the more hatred towards him grew.  

“Take Me Y/N” Jaebum yelled by continuing to wave your book, what you were quietly reading, threatening to throw it in your pool.  

“How old are you? Five?? ”  

“Ten for accuracy! You’re boring Y/N; Stop reading and come play with me. ” He threatened you, pretending to drop the book into the water. At that sight you began to run towards him and threw you on him, dropping both in the pool.

You had never been a quiet little girl and Jaebum should have learned it at his expense after all those years. Returning to the surface, you would take your breath, rest your hands on his shoulders and push him down as you could. You had three copies of that book, he simply had to pay for his behavior.  

“Now I’m going to drown you so I’ll stay at peace for my entire life!” You screamed by continuing to keep him underwater, while he clasped his arms around your legs starting to pull you down.  

“JAEBUM-SSI, Y/N-SSI”  

Your father’s personal assistant voice made you almost scared, so you left the grip on Jaebum’s shoulders and he was finally able to go back to the surface. He coughed spitting water and you threw him a deadly glance, swimming then to the ladder and coming out of the pool shuddering a little.  

“Never joke with me, Im Jaebum.” You murmured, turning to look at him, still in the middle of the pool that stared at you upset.  

~ ~

“So the perimeter of a triangle is the sum of its sides?”  

“Jaebum is the twentieth time I tell you….”  

“I don’t like Algebra.” He objected, flapping his head on his algebra book, letting himself escape a whipped groan.  

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we’re okay

A/N: so, this took me FOREVER to write. i have so many rough drafts of this now, i over analyze everything and just wanted this one shot to be perfect. but, it’s finally here and i really hope whoever reads this enjoys it and shares it w people. if you have any requests, feel free to do so.
requested by: @libbie-chan
Warnings: fluff and a bit of cussing, but mostly just cute fluff between you and Peter.
pairings: peter x reader
Summary: Flash tries to taunt you about Peter being MIA and accuses him of being a shitty boyfriend lately due to the stark internship,which leads to a very sweet and innocent conversation between you and Peter.
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You knew that this Stark Internship and being Spiderman meant the absolute world to Peter. You knew how hard he worked to get to where he is. You had to admit that you were worried about his safety at times, but he was doing great things for Queens. Of course had to cancel plans here and there, but that doesn’t mean Peter was never there for you. He always made time for his girlfriend. Even after kicking some ass in the city, he would come by your window and you’d end up just talking to each other for hours.  Most girls would be mad that their boyfriends cancelled on a date, unlike you who understood how much this meant to Peter. He had gone through so much, especially losing his uncle 7 months ago. All you could do was support him and know that he’s safe. There was no reason to be upset, but you did have a reason to be extremely proud of your adorable and strong boyfriend.
“How was last night with Peter?” Michelle asked, lifting her head up from her book during passing period as you struggle to open your locker. Being the only one besides Ned who knew about Spiderman, you had to keep the lies going about what Peter really had to do that led to cancelling a date.
“He cancelled. Something came up at the Stark internship meaning he had to be there. But he called me later that night, so it’s fine.” You replied, finally yanking open your locker. You swear you had the shittiest locker in the entire school. Grabbing your Chemistry textbook, you shut your locker and turn to your friend.
“Well at least he cares and is trying.” Michelle shrugged and you both made your way to your next classes.
Michelle was pretty micheaveous at times, because that was well, Michelle. She usually didn’t think much of it though, being lost in her books most of the time.  But the one person who continued to taunt and be irritable about it was Flash. Flash was obviously jealous of Peter for many reasons. He had the girl, the brains, and worked for a freaking billionaire. Flash hated that Peter had it all and it was his pleasure to always find ways to knock him down.
“He just works so hard at this internship, I could never be mad at him for doing great things, this internship is his dream.,” You continued the conversation as you walk into Chemistry. You both were pretty early, the bell just ringing a few seconds ago.
You and Michelle sit down in your seats, Flash before was minding his own business on his phone probably looking at memes or googling ‘how to be better than peter parker’. God, you wish that Flash for once could kept his mouth shut and class would go by smoothly, but it’s Flash for crying out loud - Flash never. shuts. up.
“Let me guess, Penis Parker bailed on another date because of his dumb internship?” Flash butted in from across the room. Again, the he never shuts up. He always has to think his opinion matters, when really it’s never mattered in any situation.
“Peter didn’t bail, you dumb ass, he had to take a raincheck.” You confirmed and narrowed your eyes at Flash, who just scoffed as if you were telling lies. Well, technically you were lying but it was for Peter’s own safety. You hoped and prayed that he’d just give up, but of course he would never.
“Quitting band, skipping decathlon practices - Parker really just doesn’t give a damn about anything or anyone but that internship.” Flash leans over his desk that only a few feet away from yours. You just roll your eyes at him. It’s not like Peter could just quit being Spiderman for a day to spend time with his girlfriend. You weren’t that needy.

“He does care about everyone and everything, he just usually has his hands tied. What do you expect me to be like pissed off at him or something?” You questioned.

Flash raises his eyebrow, “You mean you’re okay with never seeing him? he’s been so distant with everything lately, barely having any time to spend with you. I would have a right to be pissed off if my girlfriend did that to me. I deserve the attention.” It was like this idiot wanted you to get mad. All he ever did was taunt you about Peter and your grades and you were absolutely sick of it.

“Flash, you don’t have a girlfriend.” Michelle spoke coldly while still staring at her book. This is why she was your friend and one of your favorite people besides Peter, of course. You fist bump each other quickly.

“it was just an example! you’re not a good couple if one of you is MIA and distant all the time.” Flash folds his arms in defense.

“Look, I don’t need you to tell me anything about my relationship. Peter works hard and makes me proud. He does in fact have time for me, but it’s not like I need him every second of every day. I’m an independent person who just so happens to have an amazing, loving, and beautiful boyfriend like Peter Parker. Stop tearing him down and stop butting into mine and Michelle’s conversations, and just go back to looking at your fucking memes” you didn’t know you could be so verbal. you were usually a shy person especially with someone as intimidating and rude as flash. Whether he was going to say something back to you, you just turn around to face the front of the class.  

*
Peter always felt guilty when he to raincheck. He wanted nothing more but to not be a hero for the night and just cuddle his beautiful girlfriend of four weeks. It took him months to be able to call you his. Months of awkward approaches in your American Literature class, stutters, nervous laughs. He finally got the only girl he’s ever felt the sparks with and he hardly ever gets to spend time with her because he’s Spiderman. It already made him feel guilty that he had to bail on you last night due to a bank robbery, he was not going to bail tonight. Next to Aunt May, you were one of the most important individuals in his life and he just wanted to keep you two safe. He made the bold decision that night to put up his suit and just be Peter Parker for the night, and be with his girlfriend.

You already expected Peter to not show up. That sounds super bad, but you knew that he had better things to do than be with his girlfriend. He was Spiderman for crying out loud. Instead of slightly looking good for him, you went with the hoodie and leggings look. Thankfully you still have the sweatshirt Peter let you borrow on your first date. You grabbed your laptop and plopped down onto your bed to watch some YouTube videos. You can’t deny that you wanted peter to be by your side, laughing with you while watching some old vine compilations, which was something you two could do for hours. But whatever he was doing was obviously better than watching lame vines with his girlfriend. It was good to have some alone time. The conversation you had with Flash earlier still replayed in your head and aggravated you. It’s not as if Peter needs to be with you all the time to prove that he’s a good boyfriend. You knew that he was already. He was everything you’ve ever wanted and more.About 20 minutes in, you hear a soft knock on your window. At this point, you already knew who it was. Peter would  often come see you through the fire escape late at night or during the day, no in between. Usually to just talk about how both your days went, sometimes he’d sleep over. Other times he’d come slightly injured after some huge fight he had just gone through, and you’d mildly scold him for not being careful enough but then clean up his wounds. You loved when Peter came to visit. He never came through your lobby because he insisted that 1. It made him look more badass, and 2. Your doorman was very intimidating. Without even trying to wipe the excited grin off your face, you make way to your window. There Peter Parker was, hair slightly messy, a long sleeve shirt, and a goofy grin on his face. He looked adorable. He was always adorable, actually. Never had to attempt it - it was just natural for him to look adorable.

“Peter, you’re here!” You exclaimed while opening the window for him. “And your wound free!” He laughs a little at your reaction and pulls you into a hug after entering your room. You could hug Peter Parker for 20 minutes straight and you’d be totally okay with it. Something about hugging him made you feel very secure and safe, and it had nothing to do with him being a superhero.

“Yup, it’s just me. I didn’t want to ditch you again after last night, I’ve been really crappy lately when it comes to following through with dates.” Peter spoke as he pulled away from the hug to look at your face. He’d never seen anyone look so effortlessly beautiful before, it was insane to think that you were all his. He loved every single detail about you. You made the boy weak in the knees with just a single glance. Shaking your head, you disagree with him.

“Pete, don’t tear yourself down like that. You have a valid reason to rain check when necessary.” He looks down and you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. Holding hands and hugging were two of your favorite things to do with Peter. They were both innocent, but also meaningful and most of the time spoke for you.

“I know, I know.. I-I just feel bad sometimes. Being with you is a lot more important than Spiderman. I hate cancelling because of him.” He replied in a quiet tone. His face was filled with worry mixed with guilt, but there was a hint of happiness in there. “Don’t be ridiculous, Peter. Spiderman is very important. You don’t have to be here with me.” You shake your head. Sometimes you can be so stubborn, and it made Peter a little upset. You were far more important to him and he wish there was a way he could show you that.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. Not tonight, not ever.” Peter spoke in a soft tone as he looked at you. You raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Peter read your expression as, ‘what the hell do you even mean, pete?’ and continued to explain. “i… put the suit away for the night. Tonight, I’m just Peter Parker who would kill to spend some time with his favorite person.” you can’t deny that your heart melted when he said you were his favorite person, you swore aunt may has always had that role. But you were also worried. Peter couldn’t just bail on the city for the night, what people need him? Your smile fades into a frown, and Peter immediately notices and freaks out. Sometimes he thinks he says the wrong thing and automatically panics.

“I-if you don’t want me to stay i can go, i j-just w-wanted to, um, hang o-out tonight and just be with you because i-i missed you a lot and..yeah.” he was lost with words and looked down at the floor.
“It’s not that, peter…”you said, bringing his attention back to you. He gave you a confused look.

“Then what is it? Because i am literally having a heart attack thinking that you’re gonna like break up with me or something..” Peter nervously chuckles and looks down at the floor again.

“What, oh my god, no, no, nO Pete, I’m not going to break up with you. I’m just…worried. W-what if something happens tonight? What if there’s a bank robbery and you can’t be there to stop it because of me?” You questioned with worried eyes. He finally looked up at you and touched your warm cheek with his soft hands, causing you to melt inside.

“In case you didn’t know this, Y/N,  before there was Spiderman, there was the police,” You giggled a bit at his response, making him smile. He absolutely adored your laugh even though you thought it was loud and obnoxious. His face grew a little more serious and continued to speak, “Michelle told me that Flash was talking about how much of a crappy boyfriend and I’ve been lately..and I-I just don’t want you to think that he’s right, even though you sweetly defended me.” You frown remembering your little argument with Flash in Chemistry earlier that day. What made that argument worse was the fact that now Peter knows what happened and actually feels extremely guilty about doing what he loves.

“Why would you ever, for even a split second, listen to that dumb ass? You sighed. Peter laughed a little and just shrugged. You both sat on your bed, hands still laced together and hearts beating faster than the speed of light. Peter rubbed your hand with his thumb and finally spoke.

“I’ve always somehow been intimidated by Flash’s words. And the fact that he mentioned our relationship to you made me feel…I dunno, I guess insecure and crappy. I never wanted to make you feel lonely. I do this Spiderman to protect you, May, and Ned. In all honesty, mostly you and May. Sometimes I just… need a break and I h-have to be just.. Peter, I guess.” With his free hand, he brushed back a few strands of hair away from your face. His heart was still beating rapidly, yours as well. You both were still at that phase where one innocent touch or glance could send billions of butterflies in your stomachs.

Then, you say, “Hey, I’m not lonely because in the end, you’re still here. You’re not crappy. You’re sweet, adorable, and dorky. Spiderman or not, you’re always going to be Peter Parker to me. And to be honest, that’s a lot better than spiderman because that’s who you are. That’s the boy I fell for in American Literature months ago, who I could barley even look at in the eyes because he was so damn gorgeous. Don’t let Flash or anyone ever tell you anything like that about us. We are okay, Pete. I promise you.”

You had never been so verbal until you met Peter. You’ve always been shy and let others take control, but now that you have Peter you felt like you could finally be yourself.
Peter finally gave you a real smile with a nod and continued to caress your cheek. He could stare into your beautiful eyes for decades. But he didn’t want to be creepy and just pulled another strand away from your hair, and leans in to give you a warm hug. You could never get tired of hugging him.

Peter spoke up again after a moment of silence, well, stuttered was a more accurate term. “Y-you’re amazing, Y/N..I hope you know that.” You didn’t know that blushing could happen this much until you met Peter. Nervously laughing you replied, “Says you, Peter Parker.”

Pulling away from the hug, you couldn’t help but study his face. You weren’t being creepy by any means, more of you just adoring your beautiful boyfriend. You took the time to admire every single feature he had and sometimes you couldn’t believe this boy was actually human. Every single individual freckle on his nose and cheeks, that you swore you could never get over kissing. Those beautiful dark brown eyes that were so warm and welcoming and warm, you never had a problem getting lost in the. Looking into his eyes, you just felt safe and like everything was going to be okay. You hated that Peter, even for a split second, thought that he was a terrible boyfriend. But you felt like now he was believing it, and was for once not blaming himself for stuff.

“Movie night?” you suggested,trying to bring more light into the room.

“I can never say no to movie night with you.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. You smiled and got up to go pick out a movie, when Peter noticed something that you had completely forgot about, his hoodie. He couldn’t be mad at you for having his favorite blue hoodie, you looked so cute in it. He thought you looked extra cute with no makeup, a messy braid, yoga pants, and his favorite hoodie. You looked beautiful.  

Searching through your bookcase full of movies, you finally found one that you’d both want to watch, The Lion King. You set everything up and make your way back to Peter who was smiling at you in amusement.

“What now, bug boy?” You grinned, folding your arms as you sit next to him.
He shrugs and then speaks, “Nothing, Y/N. I just think you look adorable in my hoodie that’s all. Now I know where it is.” Your eyes move down towards your outfit and you quietly gasp forgetting the way you were dressed. You looked like absolute crap.

“I look like crap, Pete.” you groan in embarrassment, covering your face. He sighed and removed your hands from your face and kissed your cheek.

“Don’t say that, Y/N. You know I don’t mind you having my hoodie, it looks a lot better on you. ” Peter assured you. He closed his eyes before he continued, “i-i think you’re beautiful, a-absolutely beautiful.” he let out, blushing. You were a little shocked at his words. He’d never actually called you beautiful out loud before. Sure, plenty of times in his head including the word sexy and hot. But the boy was way too nervous and flustered half the time to actually say the word out loud. God, he thought you were beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Everything about you.
You blush for like the millionth time since he got there, and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

“And I mean it.”

“You’re amazing, Peter Parker. Don’t ever forget that.” You told, a hand going on his shoulder.
Peter chuckled and pulled another strand away from your hair.

“I won’t as long as you say so.” He said, one hand on your cheek and the other laced with yours again. He stares into your beautifully colored eyes, and looks down at your lips then up at you again.
When it came to kissing, it wasn’t something you and Peter were 100% used to yet. Again, you were both kind of shy and didn’t know how to do practically anything besides holding hands and hugging. You enjoyed it when it happened, but it rarely happened.

His heart beating out his chest, Peter gathers up all of his courage and slowly leans forward and presses his lips softly against yours. You felt like you were in another planet kissing him. You felt so weightless and free, as if nothing else mattered. It’s never been very easy for you two to kiss, both being way to nervous most of the time. But when you did, it was complete and utter magic. He was very gentle with you, one hand on your waist to protect you while the other was on your face still. Both of your hands were on his shoulder, and you felt secure. His lips were so soft and warm, and he swore that he could hear your heart beating faster and faster each second. Peter wishes that he’d have the courage to deepen the kiss, you both wanted that - but instead, you both let it be. It was still breathtakingly amazing no matter what.
Due to loss of breath, you both pull away, exploding inside with utter happiness. Peter’s eyes searched yours, which was full of love. Sometimes it was very hard for him to believe someone like you would go for someone like Peter Parker, but you did. You didn’t know someone could ever make you feel so breathless.

“So…Lion King it is?” Peter manages to let out. You completely forgot that you were going to have a movie night.

You nod, still in shortness of breath, get up and start the movie.

You two get comfortable on your bed, him being the big spoon, you being the little. He held you in his arms, your head resting on his chest and hearing his beautiful heartbeat. Throughout the movie, Peter would occasionally kiss your forehead, driving you crazy inside. Everything was perfect. You eventually fell asleep during the movie, and all Peter could do was smile and kiss your rosy cheeks. He was happy he decided to not be Spiderman for the night.
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A/N: Hollyyyyy crap, i really hope you enjoyed this. Please reblog and continue to request, theses are super fun to write even though they can be a pain in the ass. i worked hard for the past 2-3 days and would love to hear that people enjoyed this. working on a lot and hope to post soon, thank again :)

Bound to Lose

Part One

Originally posted by spderman

Pairing: Peter x reader

Summary: It’s hard to trust your boyfriend when he’s constantly lying to you. The reader has put up with Peter’s excuses for six months, but it can’t go on forever. When it comes down to it, will Peter choose his secret over her?

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is based very loosely off the song Lose My Mind by Dean Lewis because I love that song and the lyrics give me the Angsty Feels.


“You don’t know what it feels like to fall in love with you

And you don’t know what it’s like when you can’t go back”


 The warmth of his lips on her forehead pulled her from sleep, as the mattress shifted under his weight and his arm slid from around her.

“I don’t think so,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around his waist before he could get up.

“I have to go, (Y/N),” Peter said quietly, and she knew by his voice that he was smiling.

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The Company Rules // Prologue

Pairing/Character: Harry Styles x Reader, Angel Miles (OFC), Adrienne Johnson (OFC), Carlos Flint (OMC)
Warnings: 
Implied smut, swearing
Summary: After landing a job that pays well straight out of college, you and your friends go out to celebrate at a new and popular club in town. As you dance and drink the night away, you meet Harry Styles. It was just silly fun, you would never see him again, right?
Word Count: 
2k+
A/N: HERE WE GO!!

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

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Something There Part 6

Okay it’s finally here. I’m pretty nervous about this chapter so I hope you all like it. =D

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 8406

Warnings: *whispers* I’m sorry…

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three) (Part Four) (Part Five)

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Classes with Alexander for the past week had been tense to say the least. It hadn’t taken long before John and Hercules had began to notice the tension hanging between the two of you at any given moment. Angelica had been beside herself with excitement when you had told her Thomas had invited you to be his date to the gala. You were on your way to go shopping for dresses today; her treat. It had taken three days of convincing before you finally relented and agreed to let her buy you a dress. You had tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary and had asked to just borrow one of her old dresses, much to her horror.

Your conversations with Thomas had been short as well. You had barely seen him in the past week, he had gone home to Virginia to settle the details of his family’s donation for the gala and that suited you just fine. After your accidental confession to Alexander in the park, you were hesitant and nervous to talk to Thomas. If there was one thing you were going to make sure didn’t happen, it was accidentally letting Thomas know about your feelings. A task which was incredibly difficult when he called you and told you how much he missed you. His voice had been soft and held none of the arrogance it usually carried. It had dawned upon you that this was a voice that seemed to be solely reserved for you. Just the way he said hello made your heart race.

Your outburst had been as much of a surprise to you as it was to Alexander. Not only had you admitted that you were in love with Thomas, which was something that seemed so obvious to you now, but the things  Alex had said he heard from Aaron Burr also were lurking in the back of your mind. You distracted yourself and pushed down your nagging fears by focusing on the task at hand, finding a dress for the gala. You looked out the window of the cab as it traveled downtown inching it’s way through the traffic. You had thought classes had been tense, until lunch yesterday. Glaring you tapped your fingers along the worn seats with anger bubbling under you skin as you thought about what Alexander had done.

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unrequited

warning: reader has minor anxiety

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 1,963

request: you should write something about peter parker and how maybe reader has been his wingwoman for a long time but reader accidentally developed feelings for Peter

a/n: first peter fic i’ve written, hopefully i didn’t go too far off the request! also wouldn’t mind making a part two to this if you guys like it? (i left it pretty open ended hahaha) also, keep requesting stuff!!!

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“So..” Peter spoke after a few minutes of us silent eating. “Do you plan on going to homecoming?”

You looked up at him, a comedic expression on your face as Peter and you had never been ones to participate in school activities like that. “Probably not,” you said, “I mean, unless someones asks me. But that definitely won’t happen.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why wouldn’t it?”

“Because I’m me,” you said, as if it were the most obvious observation in the world. You were a very lay low person in all aspects, never having had a boyfriend or many friends other than Peter. In your eyes, he was all you needed.

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anonymous asked:

hiii pls write a fluffy af stozier fic pls

The Card- Stanley Uris x Richie Tozier

AN: Wasn’t sure if this was in reference to platonic or romantic stozier but I wrote platonic bc I feel that shit in my soul

I am so bad at writing dialogue so sorry the ending is so messy

I AM SO SORRY THIS ENDED UP WAY MORE ANGSTY THAN FLUFFY I’LL TRY A MORE FLUFFY ONE NEXT TIME

TW: child abuse/neglect, verbal abuse, domestic violence

Word Count: 1.3k

The echoes of screams bounced off the wall in Richie’s bedroom, as his stepdad shoved his mother, for what he could only guess had been the 10th time tonight. She had been drinking again, Richie knew that, he had stopped trying to wake his mother in the mornings to take him to school, knowing that if he did, her eyes would be glassed-over and dismissive, like she wasn’t even there at all. Richie tried to drown out the noise with a ‘The Cure’ record spinning in the background. It was one of the albums Bill had told him to check out, just as he was leaving for his winter trip…

“GET HIM THE FUCK OUT.” His attention was suddenly snapped back to the screaming occurring downstairs. Richie knew all too well what this meant, his mother had yet again blamed him for her drinking, just to keep that cocksucker around. Richie jolted upwards, looking at the drainpipe outside his window wondering if the pain of climbing down it would hurt more or less than his stepdad slapping him across the cheek. Over the past year, Richie had realised that each slap got more painful, each one reminded him that his mother had chosen this bastard over her only son. Richie grabbed his backpack swiftly, stuffed in a few dirty clothes that he had lying on the ground and climbed out the window, just as he heard the sounds of pounding footsteps coming up the stairs.

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It wasn’t the first time that Richie had run away from home, but it was the first time he truly felt he had nowhere to go:

Bill was away on holidays. Beverly never let anyone come over. Ben was busy studying for the SAT’s even though they were more than 6 months away. Mike had scored an internship at a museum in Portland. He couldn’t go to Eddie because… he was afraid of what could come out, if he was that emotionally vulnerable in front of Eddie Kaspbrak, his best friend, that was all he was… Richie constantly tried to remind himself of this.

Then there was Stan, the only one of the Losers who noticed the bruises appearing on Richie’s face about a year ago. He pulled him away quietly and told him that his home was always open, if he needed it. Even though Richie played it off as a joke, telling Stan “I don’t wanna come over and fucking worship the Torah with you”, he appreciated Stanley Uris more than he could ever know.

But he couldn’t go there. The last time he did, Richie stupidly was himself and let out an F-bomb in front of Stan’s mother. Stan hurriedly shushed him as his mother beckoned him to the kitchen. Stan spoke in a hushed voice but Andrea Uris’ voice was as clear as day.

“Do I raise you to hang out with people like… him? His mother drinks herself silly and you can’t walk past that house without hearing yelling, no wonder his father left them. I’m just trying to protect you Stanley, I don’t want you hanging around the wrong sort” Andrea sounded disgusted, which Richie completely understood, his family disgusted him just as much. Richie snuck out of the house while Stan was trying to plead his case to his mother, vowing never to visit Stan’s house again, because the thought of causing an uprising in the Uris household was far too much for him to bear.

Richie came to a stop in the middle of an intersection, realising his train of thought had brought him to the street just before Stanley’s. He cursed his subconscious for dragging him to the one place he promised to never go, but he supposed he needed somewhere to stay and maybe it would be okay, because Stan’s parents would be asleep. He could be gone by morning and his presence wouldn’t bring destruction as it did to every other place he went.

He knocked tentatively on Stan’s door, fearing that Stan wouldn’t want to see him either, after the last incident at his house. Stan swung open the door and immediately pulled him into a hug. Richie hadn’t realised that his cheeks were stained with tears, Stan had always been the most observant of each of the Losers emotions. Richie hadn’t been hugged by Stan since they were in preschool, when they had had a fight over the toys in the sandpit and the teacher demanded they mended it by physical contact. The feeling of Stan’s arms around his tiny body (Stan had an incredible growth spurt over the last year, much to the rest of the Losers’ dismay) caused him to completely break down and sob into his best friend’s chest.

“Oh fuck, Richie,” Stan said, his arms tightening around the boy who called himself trashmouth, watching him empty his soul onto his pyjama shirt.  

“I’m sorry,” Richie sniffed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come here, I’m such a fuck up Stan, nobody wants me, I’m going to go, I’m sorry.”

“Richie there’s no way I’m letting you stay outside in the cold, you better come inside or…” Stan paused, trying to think of a way to coax Richie inside. “…or I’ll get all the Losers here to help me comfort you,” he finished, knowing that Richie would rather die than have the rest of the Losers worry about him.

Stan took Richie inside and brought him up to his room, set up a mattress beside his bed and once Richie was comfortable, sat beside him and gave him the cup of hot cocoa he had just made for himself. He tentatively wrapped his arms around his best friend, not knowing what to say just yet. He wanted to be there for him more than anything, but he had been learning something about triggers in his psychology class, and he was feeling more cautious around Richie than he ever had been.

“Am I a bad person Stan?” Richie asked emotionlessly. “I feel like I’m a bad person. All the bad things that happen to me, they must happen for a reason, they must happen because I’m a terrible person, right?”

Stan felt his heart sink. He always prided himself on being the caring friend, the one who people could turn to when they were feeling down, but with Richie, he felt completely lost for words.

“Rich…” Stan paused. “I’ve looked up to you since we were in preschool, when you stood up to Belch Huggins and told him off for stealing my sandwich. You’ve always been the strongest one out of all of us Losers. You don’t always have to be strong, you know that right?”

Stan got up and grabbed a small card from the corner of his dresser.

‘Dear Stan, Thank u for being my bestest friend in the world. I like u because u make me laugh and even though u r a nerd its ok’

Richie laughed, “God, how old was I when I wrote this shit, it’s terrible.”

Stan smiled, “I think it was just before 2nd grade, anyways, I kept it here in my room because I love being your best friend Rich. You can stay here as long as you want okay, it’ll be like an all year sleepover, we can play video games and shit, everything is going to be okay.”

Richie nodded. “Thanks Stanley, you fucking Jew,” he teased.

Stanley rolled his eyes at his trashmouth friend. “Please go to sleep Richie, you look exhausted.”

Stan hopped into bed and looked down at his sleeping friend below him and he noticed that for the first time in a long time, Richie looked at ease. Stan hoped he had given him a place where he was truly wanted.  

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Phases (Peter Parker)

Request:  Can I request a peter Parker imagine with the prompt “he’s in love with someone else” + “it’s just a phase”

Warning(s): V v v angsty, i’m not sorry, also quite short ? I needed to rush this

A/N: This has no happy ending, unless y’aLL WANT PART 2 ??//?

Prompts are

HERE

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You walked side by side next to your best friend, Peter Parker- on the way home from school. 

Aunt May couldn’t pick him up today, so you decided to offer your company to him as you both could walk home together.

“Thankyou for this, it wouldn’t sucked if you didn’t offer to walk me home.”

A smile appeared on both of your faces.

“Well, in the movies the guy usually walks the girl home. But I prefer it this way.” You mused teasingly, nudging his side with the (S/C) of your elbow. 

Peter blushed a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh hush.”

You giggled, both of your feet pitter pattering against the pavement below. New York was a little chilly today, despite it being in the warmer months. So both you and Peter were quite huddled together in order to keep some type of warmth.

“So that Stark internship, huh?” You looked to him, “how’s that working out?”

“O-oh, the internship? Yeah! Its awesome! I love uh- doing stuff with Tony Stark. He’s so cool (Y/N)! But he keeps calling May hot…”

You snorted a bit, laughing to the right of Peter. “Oh really? Wow, Tony Stark might be an important figure in your life before you know it then.”

Peter cringed, “oh no thanks, he’s already in my life enough and I’d like it to stay as that!” He said rather playfully, making you smile.

“I’m happy for you, though. Y’know this is a big deal for you? I’m glad! Your futur-”

Peter quickly cut you off, after looking down at his phone.

“Shit, (Y/N). I’m sorry, but i’ve got to- uh- the internship! Mr. Stark is waiting for me around the corner.. uh- yeah! I’m sorry! Walk home safe! I’ll call you later!”

Before you could respond or look up, he was running off elsewhere.

“Huh.” You wondered to yourself, watching him with confusion.


A frown was placed firmly onto your lips as you watched Peter Parker, your best friend, gazing at Liz Allen with awe in his chocolate orbs. He’d never looked at you like that.

“C’mon, (Y/N). This isn’t going to make you feel any better.” Michelle sighed, sitting next to you in her desk.

Liz Allen was currently promoting a new club in each given class, like the angel she was- she almost hosts every single club she can manage in the school. Art Club, being a new one.

Of course Peter was practically drooling at the sight of the senior, idolising her perfection and grace.

“Yeah, well it’s good to know that he’s in love with someone else.” You mumbled, fiddling with your pen and looking away from Peter who was sat a few seats behind on Michelle’s row.

The boy had been your good friend since the age of 5- 10 years ago from now. Ever since the age of 10, you’ve had a huge crush on him. MJ found this out easily, since she could read you like a book and she knew practically everything about you. When Peter drifted away, it was obvious that he had done it unintentionally in order to get Liz’s attention. It was slowly working for him. It was cruel how for 5 years you’ve been trying to get his attention in a romantic way, but the minute Peter tries with another girl for 2 months it works flawlessly.

“Well, maybe it’s just a phase?” 

“MJ, if it was a phase I’m sure he wouldn’t be moving further and further away from me. He loves her, you and I can both see that.”

Michelle sighed, seeing as she wasn’t going to get anywhere with you right now.

“Right, Liz. That was a lovely presentation! Hopefully some of the students from this class join the art club!” Mr. Fergeson gleefully chirped, smiling broadly at Liz Allen.

Liz grinned, “Thankyou Sir. It’d be great to see some familiar faces there!”

After that, Liz slowly left with a few of the fellow Art club members to promote elsewhere- leaving History class to drag on yet again.


It was a few weeks after the Decathlon Team’s incident in Washington, after a bomb exploded and almost killed everyone that was trapped- including a majority of your friends. However, Spider-Man managed to save everyone just in time.

In these few weeks, the school had erupted in excitement for Homecoming. Everyone but you.

“So.” You cleared your throat a bit, looking to Ned and Peter. “Are you two going to Homecoming?”

Peter looked up, a grin eager on his lips. “Yeah! Guess what, (Y/N)? Me and Liz are going together too. I don’t know how it happened but- shit, I’m so excited. Ned is going too, right?”

Ned nodded, “surprisingly.”

You felt your chest tighten, your hand clasping at your knee to keep yourself from exploding with annoyance due to the situation. “Oh really? Wow! I’m happy for you.”

No you weren’t. 

Well, you weren’t happy that he wasn’t seeing your obvious feelings for the 5′8 boy. But you were happy that he was happy.

“Are you going?” Peter tilted his head in curiosity.

“Oh- no, no I don’t think so. Stuff like that isn’t really my thing.”

Peters face dropped lightly before nodding, “well at least you don’t have to worry about getting a dress.”

“Yeah, thats a good thing.”

A dress would’ve been the least of your worries anyway. 

The bell quickly signalled the end of lunch as you picked up your half eaten lunch tray, as well as Ned and Peter.

“Oh, I probably won’t get the chance to tell you this but have fun at Homecoming, Pete. You too Ned.”

The two boys smiled, “thankyou, (Y/n).”


It was officially the night of homecoming, with Michelle at your door annoyed and frustrated.

“You cannot be depressed over this, (Y/N).” Michelle sighed, standing in your bedroom with her arms folded.

“I just don’t want to go, okay MJ?”

“No, its not okay (Y/N). You’re not going because you cant bare to go because you don’t want to see Liz and Peter together.” 

You glared a bit at your best friend, frowning as you laid in your bed with your pyjamas misplaced on your body with your hair in a messy bun.

“Yes? You’re stating the obvious.”

“(Y/N)! You’ve been excited for this day all year!” Michelle retorted- hands in the air. 

Michelle was already dressed for the school event, a yellow dress being worn by her with her hair styled as usual. MJ was never the one to go over the top for events.

“Well, not anymore I’m not. It’s a waste.”

Michelle sighed, frowning heavily. “This is pathetic (Y/N). You could try and perhaps turn up in a pretty dress and swoon him somehow! I dunno!”

“No.” You cried out, grabbing your pillow and placing it over your face. “I don’t wanna ruin anything, he’s happy with Liz and thats how it’s gonna be.”

MJ stared at you for a moment, taking in your words. “All right, well, I tried. I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens at homecoming. I’ll see you later.”

With that, she left. Leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.


Apparently, Peter only showed up to Homecoming for a minute before leaving for the whole night and Liz was now moving elsewhere after her father was arrested on Friday evening.

So Monday was interesting, Peter was still however- distant as usual. He even had to leave class for some odd reason.

But to your knowledge, you didn’t know a thing about Peter Parker at all. You didn’t know who he was anymore, as in the past few months and since the Stark Internship he had changed a little slightly. Maybe it wasn’t Liz after all, maybe it was just time and him being molded into his true self.

Maybe you and him weren’t meant to be together. 

Maybe it wasn’t ‘just a phase’.

Diamond in the Rough | 02

Summary: When you first meet Jeon Jungkook, business heir of Busan, you refuse to let things escalate to more than being friends. But you can’t help it when you fall for him, when you let yourself imagine a future with him by your side. Until the bliss comes crashing down when Jungkook reminds you that you, a worthless Daegu girl, can never be good enough for him, and the low that follows the high of loving him is worse than anything you could have imagined.
Word Count: 14.2k
Genre: angst
A/N: thank you guys for waiting! <3 and I hope you enjoy it!

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“I still can’t believe you’re leaving.”

“Yeah, well. Believe it, kid.”

“Kid,” you snort, untying your work shoes and kicking them into the corner of your room to be dealt with later. No classes and no work tomorrow meant sleeping in, and you couldn’t be more relieved. “You’re only three years older than me.”

“Still older,” Hoseok grins. He’s lying on your bed, his head and half of his upper body hanging off the mattress, still dressed in his sweaty clothes from dance practice, but you’re too exhausted to call him out on it. You weren’t sure when he’d gotten here, but Hana was already asleep when you got home, and Hoseok had been napping, clearly forgetting all about a shower. “I keep telling you to call me oppa.”

“In your fucking dreams, Hoseok.”

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Something There - Part Five

Pairing: Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: some naughty words and one suggestive situation 

Word Count: 8164

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four

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Much to your delight and slight worry two weeks had passed without John and Lafayette bringing up your blunder outside the coffee shop. John was ever cheerful and with everyone having a full course load it seemed that he didn’t have time to worry about the fact that you were obviously flying by the seat of your pants with this “internship” or so you were inclined to believe. Lafayette was the one who made you worry. He hadn’t brought up the subject up, but you could tell by the odd looks suspicion that were always followed with a glint of amusement in reaction to how uncomfortable you looked that he was biding his time. Lafayette always knew when you were lying and you were on edge waiting for the moment he finally decided to pounce.

Last week Thomas had told you there was a new collection of books arriving from his parent’s home in Virginia that he would be adding to the library’s vintage and rare book section. You were set to meet him Wednesday evening to help look through the titles and organize them, on top of that he had promised to play you a song on his violin. He had finally admitted to you that he played when you had accidentally knocked over a stack of handwritten sheet music off a shelf in his study. Curiously he had never once played you that song you had walked in on him playing that day at school.

Economics was as eventful as ever, your professor had assigned a project for students to pair up and come up with a solution to help lessen the budget deficit within the government. Alexander had automatically claimed you as his partner that would help him take down his “enemies” in the class. You wanted to roll your eyes but the idea of the debate the professor was putting on was bringing out your competitive side. Thomas might be your friend, but there was no way you were going to let your emotions get in the way of the last big project of the semester.

“I think our ideas will blow everyone out of the water,” Alex said triumphantly.

“Don’t forget Jefferson is well versed in foreign government. He will most likely pull ideas from what other countries are doing at the moment. We have to stay on top of that so he doesn’t surprise us,” you commented without looking up from the laptop.

Alex shared a desk with you and set off researching topics from France because he assumed that would be Thomas’s country of choice to pull ideas from. He wasn’t wrong, you agreed one hundred percent. You glanced up and gazed across the room. Thomas and James were both engrossed in their notebooks. Thomas looked up to grab a book and made eye contact with you. His lips turned up into that arrogant smirk and you returned one back in return. You quickly grab your phone from your back before opening a new text. You could tell by the look in his eye that he was confident in what he was working on.

(Y/N) 1:40pm - You’re looking pretty confident over there. -

The Asshole 1:42 - You don’t think you’re going to win this debate do you? I’m not going to take it easy on you because I care about you. -

Because I care about you. You stared at your phone for a moment letting those words sink in. Don’t overthink that, you are just friends (Y/N).

(Y/N) 1:48 - I wouldn’t expect anything less. We still good for Wednesday? -

The Asshole 1:49 - Of course.

“Who are you texting?” Alexander teased and attempted to look at your phone.

“Just a friend,” you laugh. Keep telling yourself that.

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