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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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Destruction Of A Muse [Part 1]

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Requested by: Anonymous

Hey! Can I request a scenario where you’re in your last year of uni doing literature and lose your motivation, and it’s not till you meet a talented musician you get your ambition back? I’m yoongi biased so if it’s him that’d be fab! Thankyou!! 💞

You cupped your hands over your face, your index fingers rubbing back and forth along the bridge of your nose. Your eyes stung from staring at the white light of your laptop screen and your skull was throbbing with how much thought you were putting into your essay. A quick glance to the clock at the bottom right of the screen had a grown falling from your lips; 4;27 a.m., in two hours, you’d have to be getting ready for class. Dropping your hands to the desk with a thud, you glared at the still mostly blank word document, the cursor blinking at you as if taunting you that you hadn’t made it move in the last hour and a half or so.

This was your last essay before your thesis; you were so close to getting your Master’s that you could feel it barely brushing against your fingertips. But the last few months had been overbearing to say the least; your parent’s had announced that they would be getting a divorce just weeks after the semester started, you got fired from your longtime, paid internship because you were being accused of stealing office supplies–which you weren’t, by the way–and then your boyfriend informed you over Christmas break that he’d been seeing someone else and that your three year relationship was now over. So your studies weren’t really on the forefront of your mind, to say the very least.

You sucked in a long breath, and let it out in a huff through your nose. You did still have a week before you had to hand this in, so all hope was not lost. Things just really weren’t looking good for you at the moment. Your fingers tapped a rhythm out against your space bar, your touch too light to press the key down and make that forsaken blinking cursor nudge over and stop silently mocking you. The sound of your scoff shattered the silence of your apartment, almost making you jump. You needed some kind of distraction, and at this hour, pickings were slim.

Your lips pursed in thought, your fingers slowly walking along your desk, tracing the side of your phone before picking it up. A quick swipe with the pad of your thumb had your home screen greeting you, the brightness doing nothing beneficial for your already sore–and most likely reddened–eyes. You tapped the name of the one person who you had no doubt would be awake at this ungodly hour:

“Some people are trying to sleep, you know, Y/N.” Namjoon’s deep voice fluttered into your ear, not sounding the least bit groggy.

“Were you one of those people?” You ask, your hoarse voice giving away how obviously sleep-deprived you were.

A pause. “No, but I could have been.” You chuckled on your end, the laugh only lasted mere seconds. “What’s up?”

“I’m unmotivated trash and I’m going to flunk and not get my Master’s degree and I’ll end up having to sell my kidney to make rent money.” Your head fell back against your chair, your upper body slouching slightly.

Namjoon snorted into your ear. “You could go into acting with all that drama spilling from your mouth.”

“Shut up.” You grumble, one foot planted on the ground to pivot you back and forth in your chair. “You’re getting the highest marks in class, you don’t get to have an opinion.”

“So, you called because?” He tried to sound fed up, but there was a lilt of humour in his voice that gave him away.

“Because I’m sad, and I need my Joonie to cheer me up.” You whined, a subconscious pout pulling out your bottom lip despite the fact that he couldn’t see you.

“You’re sad, are you?” You hummed an affirmation. “Well… I have a show tomorrow night, why don’t you come along? Could be fun. Watch me looking great and being extremely talented on a grimy collection of wooden skids covered in a sheet, also known as the stage.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous depiction, but a part of you was really intrigued by the idea. Namjoon shared his love of literature with you, of course. After all, you two were getting the same degrees. But he had another side of him; he was an underground rapper and although he shared some of his lyrics with you from time to time and told you about his shows on occasion, you’d never been invited to see him in action.

“I’d love to.”

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❝ 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! ♥


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.  


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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anonymous asked:

Can you do 1, 8, 15, 16? Lovee you

1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”

8. “Go to hell.”

15. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”

16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”



Four months was a long time. The seasons had changed from the bitter dry cold of January to the damp mildness of April. I thought the warmth might make things better, but the melting of snow just revealed the dead grass underneath, the litter that had piled up and been hidden by the white of winter. Things were the same.

We’d broken up on New Year’s Day. New Year’s Eve was a confusing blur of overwhelming crowds and saying the wrong thing and missing the midnight kiss. I was crying on a curb when the ball dropped. I don’t know where Shawn was. The next morning we met up at a small coffee shop and he broke up with me in the corner booth, by the window. We’d drifted apart, he claimed. Neither of us felt the same way we did when we started going out three years earlier. We had to grow up. He had to focus on his music, I had to focus on school. Or so he told me. I wasn’t really listening though. I was stuck wondering when he’d figured this all out. Was there a specific moment he realized he didn’t love me anymore? Did he wake up in a cold sweat wondering why he was still sleeping beside me? Surely he’d dwelled on this decision for a while, so when did he come to a conclusion? How many times did he look me in the eye and tell me he loved me since realizing he didn’t anymore? Four months later and I was still dwelling on that.

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From The Moment You Wake Up // Hip Hop Unit (Part 2)

Based on a Soulmate AU where within a year of the younger half of a pairing turning 18, soulmates will switch bodies with one another. They have 24 hours in their soulmate’s life before being returned to their own. While in their soulmate’s body, a person is inhibited from mentioning their other life. They also cannot contact themselves in any way, however, people have figured out methods around this rule.

This is your life afterwards.

Seventeen’s Hip Hop Unit (Vocal // Performance)

Part 1 // Part 2

Warnings: None

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Well, this is it. The beginning of the end. Thank you to everyone who sent in a message about FTMYWU, and to all of the people who screamed in the tags, I appreciate you.

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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

Tag list: @butlinislin @wolfphantom-m @musicalmoriarty @daveedish @imagineham @imaginebeinghamiltrash @insane-hamilton-imagines @shamagangster @tempfixeliza @crazypurplebananas @secretschuylersister @love-doesnt-discriminate @icanneverbesatisfied @getupoffathathang @th-mtchndr-s-th-pwrhs-f-th-cll @hamiltryingmybest @marquiis-de-la-baguette @consumed-by-musicals @drugsdiggs @hamfan22 @hamfamhamfam @y-lue @chloehamiltonn @patron-saintof-sluts @hanakatsumi @itsgarbagecannotgarbagecannot @alois-in-bootyshorts

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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Chapter VIII | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Like I’m Gonna Lose You by Jasmine Thompson

Instagrams are here - (none for this chapter, again, because the app is still being a dick)

Word Count - 4000…ish

“Fine,” he snapped back. “Do you want to go to A&E?”

“No.” Her head lulled to the side, eyes closed.

“Right,” he began again, sternly. “Look, you either get up and get in bed or we go to hospital if you can’t move. Your call.”

“Mate,” Niall interrupted. “If she can’t move to the bed, then she’s not gonna be able to get to the hospital, is she?”

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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. 


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! :)

Peter x Reader Imagine (requests open)

‘heeeeey! can i request a imagine where the reader is peter’s sister and she notice he was acting weird and she discovers he’s spiderman and idk you can do something funny and cute?? thanks :)’

A/N: as a huge fangirl, I find this request challenging since I’ll be writing the sister’s point of view. Challenge accepted >:3

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Promise To Stay Safe

You walked through the halls, chatting with your friends telling jokes and making fun of the teacher’s ridiculous tie. You were holding your phone in your hand when it started ringing. You picked up and heard your little brother’s voice.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you, where are you?” He said, sounding nervous.

“Chill Peter, I’m on my way to the car, Jesus, Stark won’t kill you for not arriving sharply at the Internship” You said, since every day after school, Peter ran straight to your car, and waited anxiously for you to arrive.

“No pressure, sis…” He said chuckling awkwardly. “Just wanted to let you know…” You laughed at him.

“Whatever, Peter” You said. “See ya in a couple of minutes”

“Sure, love you sis” He said,

“Love you too, nerd” You hung up and said goodbye to your friends and left to the parking lot.

Peter was leaning against your car, bouncing his leg, as he typed on his phone. You greeted him, poking his forehead before opening the car. Before you knew, Peter was already inside, with a huge smile on his face.

“If it wasn’t because I know you’re way too socially awkward, I’d think you have a date with the hottest girl in school” You joked, as he glared at you.

“I’m actually pretty excited about the Stark Internship…It’s really cool, you know?” He sighed, sounding like a 6 year old with a crush.

“Peter, are you gay? Like, do you like Mr Stark or something? I mean, I know there’s some sort of appeal to his smartass self but…”

“I’m not gay, okay?” Peter said, rolling his eyes at you, as you started the car and laughed at him.

“It’s a joke, Peter. I know you’re not gay, I’ve seen the way you stare at Lisa” You winked at your little brother.

“Liz” He corrected you.

“Whatever” You laughed.

You arrived home and warmed up the leftovers from yesterday. Peter practically vacuumed his food and ran to his room. In less than a blink, he left the house, telling you he was going to be back for supper. You stared at him, wondering what the hell did he do in the stark internship that he loved going as much as a regular teenager liked making out at parties.

You reluctantly had some homework done, but didn’t feel like spending the rest of the afternoon home alone, so you texted your friends, hoping to improvise some plans. Hopefully, your best friend was down to go to the movies, and agreed to go with her. Since the movie theater was a few blocks away, you didn’t take you car.

You checked the time and since it was almost 7:30, you thought Peter would be free by 8, so you decided to call him and ask him if he wanted to join you and your friend to the movies. As you dialed his phone, you looked up, and noticed the legendary Spider-Man sitting on the edge of a building, staring down at the city.

You heard Peter’s yodeling ringtone up in the sky, and frowned confused. You saw Spider-Man look for something and grabbed a phone from nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have pockets in his suit, and put the phone on his ear. At the same time, you heard Peter pick up.

“Hey sis! How is it going?”

It wasn’t hard at all to put t two and two together. Although, you couldn’t believe your brother was Spider-Man. You gawked, staring at him from the ground, as Peter called your name.

“I supposed you butt dialed me again” he muttered before he hung up.

You ran to the closest ally, hiding from his view, as you felt your heart beat fast, as if you’d run a marathon.

“What the actual fuck, man” You whispered. “My little brother can’t…” You said, looking back to the top of the building where you saw Spider-Man sitting. “No” You whispered.

You texted your friend, telling her you could no longer go to the movies, since you started having some pretty bad cramps, and needed to lay down and drug yourself in pain killers. After sending her the text, you ran home, hoping that you’d be there before Peter. You had to see it closer. And you knew if Peter arrived earlier, he’d probably change and hide the suit. If you were there before him, you could still have a small chance to see the suit.

When you arrived home, you went inside Peter’s room, and luckily, he wasn’t there yet. You lied on his bed, and waited for him to arrive. Less than a minute after you arrived, you heard the window move. You looked from his bed, and saw him silently crawl on the ceiling, towards the door. Peter was wearing Spider-Man’s red and blue suit, but without the mask. He managed to close the door, and climbed down.

“So, Spider-Man, huh?” You asked, as soon as he touched the ground.

He screamed and jumped, unaware that you were in his room. He tried to say something but began mumbling unintelligible sounds.  

“What are you doing in my room?!” He asked freaking out, trying to change the subject.

“What’s with the suit?” You asked, completely ignoring him.


“Is this what you do in the Stark Internship?” You asked, as he froze, incapable of making any noise. “Peter, this is dangerous”

“Please don’t tell May, she’ll freak out and won’t let me do this” He said, walking closer to you.

“Well, she has plenty of reasons to do so!” You said.

He began taking off his suit, and put on a shirt but no pants, stating in his boxers.

“I’m fine, nothing has ever happened to me…”

“Yet!” You interrupted him. “How long have you been doing this? Less than a month since you went to Germany?”

“Yes but…”

“Peter! Zip your mouth!” You yelled louder than before, and tears forming in your eyes. “We’ve already lost mom, dad and uncle Ben. The last thing I want to hear is that something happened to you, okay? You’re my little brother, and I love you, Pete. This is precisely why May would freak out if she knew you’re Spider-Man…”

Peter looked down, tensing his jaw. He didn’t think of it this way. You were right. The two of you had lost your parents, and not so long ago uncle Ben. You were the only thing he had left, and he was the only thing you had left.

“I’m sorry for worrying you Y/N” He whispered.

“I’m not going to tell May, but promise me that you’ll try your best to stay safe” You said hugging him. “Promise me that you’ll text me where you are and if you’re fine. I don’t want to turn on the TV and find out that something terrible happened to you, okay?”

Peter’s eyes got watery, and hugged you tightly. He never saw you so worried since uncle Ben died. Being the sassy sister all the time, made this intimate moments more heartwarming.

Peter nodded, with his face burried on your neck, as you two hugged. You broke the hug, and held Peter’s face in your hands as you whipped away a tear falling down his cheek.

“I promise you to keep you updated” Peter whispered. “I love you Y/N” You kissed his forehead.

“I love you too, Pete” You said, ruffling his hair. “Now, go wash your face before May arrives and thinks I made you cry” Peter chuckled.

“Technically, you did” He said, running his hands through his cheeks, cleaning his tears.

“Shut up, I was being a good sister” You giggled.

“For once in your life” Peter joked as he walked to the bathroom.

When Peter left his room, May was casually walking inside, and saw his eyes all puffy.

“Peter, what happened?” She asked.

Peter couldn’t make up a quick white lie, so instead, he threw the ball at you.

“Y/N” he muttered, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

“Y/N!” May called, sounding anything but amused.

“Yeah?” You said, walking out of Peter’s room.

“Why did you make Peter cry this time?” She said, crossing her arms.

“What?” You asked, as Peter left the bathroom and smiled at you. “You little bastard” You whispered, containing your laugh.

“Is it funny to you? To bully your little brother?”

“No, May…” You sighed. “He took my phone charger without asking me”

“Whoa, so, you lost all control over a phone charger? Y/N apologise to Peter. It’s not fair that you make dramas over little things…”


“Apologise to him!” May interrupted you.

You stared at Peter, who was standing behind May, trying his best not to laugh. You rolled your eyes at him before talking.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Pete…” You said stoically.

“Apology taken, sis” Peter said, faking a sad voice.

“Jesus, you sometimes act as if you were 7” May muttered and walked to the kitchen.

Peter walked towards you, laughing.

“What are you laughing at? you little shit” You whispered, laughing as well.

Peter didn’t answer, and walked back to his room. He turned around, and looked at you. “Thank you” He mouthed as you nodded. He smiled at you and walked inside, closing the door behind him. You lied on the couch in the living room, sighing deeply. You grabbed your phone, and unlocked it, to see the new message you had from your best friend. Before reading your message, you stared at your lock screen, which was a picture of you and Peter playing at the park back when you were 13 and 11 years old.

anonymous asked:

How would the bros react to finding out their new love interest is living out of their car/homeless and struggles to find food but hides it from everyone?

Mm, this one was a little difficult, but I think I figured it out…*Fingers crossed*



You stood in a rather stunning apartment, turning as you looked to the owner of said apartment removing his shoes, before raising a questioning eyebrow to you.

“Uh, make yourself at home.” Noctis stated.

You opened your mouth to reply, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but you don’t have to do this Noctis.”

Noctis glanced over his shoulder, before moving to the couch collapsing on it, “I know, but I want to.”

You fidget with the large overused duffle bag, holding every last piece of item you had left in  the world.

Somehow the Prince had gotten wind of your currently living situation, it was kind of difficult to explain, your parents were supporting your housing situation, yet when you got a ‘B’ on a final they stopped supporting you and you were immediately evicted from your apartment. Fortunately your Grandparents had purchased your car, so you had been living in the backseat, living off of To-go soup cans and the veggies that Noctis often picked off his food.

Yet the moment Noctis found you, going back to your car after an evening out with your friends, he immediately, jumped into the passenger seat and demanded you take him home. Only to trick you at the door, demanding you come up. Stating there was plenty of room, and Ignis wouldn’t mind cooking for you as well.

“If you’d like a shower, it’s down the way to the left. When’s the last time you ate?” Noctis asked, tapping away at his phone.

“Uh, about 2 days ago.” You thought, it might have been longer, since you were actually much shorter on money.

“I’ll order some take out.” He stated.

You smiled weakly, “Thank you.” You were lucky to make it to the bathroom before you broke down crying.



“Hey, y/n!” Prompto  cheered,  on his morning jog through the park.

You looked up from your everyday perch as you watched the blonde, “Morning!” You called back, you always marked his half way point.   Only noticing that he was holding a white back, which meant the sunshine, had washed your clothes, and brought you something to eat. “Thanks.”

You had only been living out your car for a few weeks, and if you played your cards right you would hopefully be moving into an apartment by the end of the month. It wasn’t in the safest part of town, but it would at least allow you a warm place to stay.

“So when are you getting the bigger place?” Prompto asked, as he handed you the bag.

“Hopefully by the end of the month.” You beam, “Thanks again for all the help Prompto.”

“No problem!”

“But it is, to tell you truthfully, I was worried I’d have to move back in with my Dad, but thanks to your kindness, this has been a lot easier. I mean you let me crash at your place anytime you can , and you keep feeding me. You’re amazing, I could never repay you!”

Prompto chuckled, as he scratched the back of his head, “Well there is one thing.”

“Name it!”

Prompto’s blue eyes glanced toward you, than away, “Instead of that place, would you mind moving in with me? It’s a huge apartment and just me, so it would just be safer in numbers.”

You seriously wanted to cry, “Prompto.”

“We can move in next week, but there’s one thing before that.”

“Yeah?” You asked, unsure of what other strings were attached to this deal.

“You have to let me take you out for dinner, sometime.”

You couldn’t stop the bright smile over your face. “I’d be honored!”



You jumped as you heard something brush against your tent, you hoped it was a racoon! It had better be a racoon! You thought, hand going to your hunting knife.

It was just one thing after another, Week one your parents kicked you,  then week two your lost job due to downsizing. Now you spent all your time trying to find a job and not starve to death while doing so.  Lucky you still had your gym membership so that you could take a shower, refill your water bottle, and charge your phone and emergency backup battery.

Now week three and you were about to protect what little you had left from a raccoon! Well you had a lot of rage from the last couple of weeks so bring it on!

“Y/n, are you in there?”

You put down your knife, “Gladiolus?” Stumbling from your one person tent you, stared at the large man standing before the opening. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

You glanced around, you were camped up in one of the larger camping areas on the outskirts of the city. “Camping?”

“For 2 weeks?”

“You been stalking me?” You gasped accusatorily.

Gladiolus rose an eyebrow, before kneeling before your tent opening, “Y/n, come out.”

You groaned, before disappearing back into your tent, pulling on a hoodie to cover your tank top. Before crawling out the tent, checking your phone to see that it was about 10 at night. Standing full height as you looked to the man, who was still staring you down.

“So…” You begun.

“So start packing this stuff up.”

“Excuse me?”

Gladiolus motioned toward the large SUV behind him, “You’re staying with me.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Gladiolus groaned, running a large hand through his hair, “I can’t have you out here, just stay with me until you get back on your feet.”

You made to retort, only to glance at your small tent, it was old and patched up, letting out a sigh, as you turned back to the large guy. “Give me a second to pack a bag.”

Within half an hour your old home was tossed into the back of Gladiolus’ truck, and you sat in the large front seat, holding your backpack, to your chest. The two of you riding in silence, as he drove you to his large home.

“Gladiolus, thanks.”

A large hand found your head, as the man chuckled, “No problem.”



You paused your morning routine of cleaning the breakfast dishes, you had been living with Ignis for about 2 months now, prior you had been couch surfing on friends couches. As it turns out an internship at the castle, and working part time at a cafe, didn’t allow for you to afford a full meal, let alone  a place to live.

The truth came out, one evening while working at the castle, you had delivered some papers to Ignis, only to faint on the man’s floor after not eating a full meal in about four days. The man had allowed for you to rest on his couch, and even let you use his suit jacket as a blanket.

When you came to, the man had provide you with a hefty lunch, and feeling guilty about scarfing down his food, you explained your situation. The man opened his home to you right away, stating that you could stay with him until you saved up enough money to get your own apartment.

You offered to not to stay just for free, so you often cleaned up the house on your day off, or when going in late to the part time job. You two often arrived together to the castle most mornings, which of course got rumors going.

Yet Ignis never once provided the actual nature of your relationship.

As the two of you fell into your routine, you found it very difficult to find yourself the will to move out and by the way you found the the apartment listing brochures in the recycle bin, Ignis also felt the same way.

A smile played on your mouth, as you picked up your grocery basket, Ignis left a list on the table this morning of a new recipe that he would  like to try out.  It would be an exciting evening,

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!

Part 1

“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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A Quick Peck On The Lips

-credits to the rightful owner/creator of the gif  ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ

Can you do a Stuart x reader where Stuart and reader are best friends and go to high school together and she gets cat called all the time and Stuart gets mad and tries to fight everyone who does it to her. One day he gets so sick of it and when someone cat calls reader he punches the guy in the face. Readers breaks up the fight and Stuart accidentally says ‘stay away from my girl’

Character: Stuart Twombly from the move “The Internship”

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Just Like That

Chapter Two

(Chapter One)

Pairing: Natan

Rating: Mature (for later chapters)

A/N: Finally, amirite? Like that last chapter was about Luce, this one is pretty Nat-centric, but things should be picking up around the next chapter. Thank you all for being so patient! <3

I’ve gotta learn how to love without you. I’ve gotta carry my cross without you. Stuck in the middle and I’m just about to figure this out without you.

— Avicii, “Without You”


Natalie set her bags down just inside the door with a huff and beamed at her friends. She raised a hand to tuck the hair that had come out of her loose bun behind her ear and looked around.

It was almost exactly as she remembered it, neat if small, but the lack of space was to be expected from a studio owned by a pair of graduate students. Natalie didn’t mind the lack of elbow room, though, the place was cozy and she always enjoyed her stays there during the holidays she opted out of going home for but didn’t want to spend alone.

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histhia  asked:

Hello! I actually live in Abilene, TX. I am still in high school, but I really want to become an entomologist. I was wondering if you knew about anything in Texas that can help me on my way to becoming an entomologist, or if you have any tips? Thanks! :) I hope you have a wonderful day!

Hi there! Yes, I absolutely know some things you can do.

Entomology for Beginners: Solitary Activities

Go out and look for bugs! 
Even if you don’t have time to go on hikes or walks specifically to look for bugs, you’d be surprised what you can find in your daily life if you look closely enough. A few years ago, I would walk through a park to campus every day. The walk was only 10-15 minutes long, but I saw so many fun things just from looking around me.

Pay attention to the common things
Look closely at them. Ants, flies, bees, spiders, cockroaches, crickets, etc. See how close you can get to them. Pay attention to their anatomy–how does one ant differ from another you’ve seen? What do you notice about the shape of the fly’s eyes? Does the cricket have wings or not? How long are the antennae? You could do this very casually, or you could keep a little notepad to take notes. Look up some anatomy diagrams for different orders of insects and find them on living individuals.

Hatch eggs/raise young
A few months ago, I started finding insect eggs in my yard. I took them to watch them hatch and document each life stage. Some eggs were moth/butterfly eggs, some were stinkbug eggs. I wasn’t able to identify the stinkbug eggs, and when stinkbugs are growing, they change dramatically in appearance between each molt. Each species of stinkbug can have 6 or more totally different coloration patterns, all of which look nothing like the adult. I wanted to raise them to document each life stage and create a record linking them to the adults. I learned so much doing this, and if you have the time and resources, see if you can find a caterpillar or a nymph and raise it to adulthood. You’ll learn the importance of host plants, you’ll see what happens when they grow and molt, you’ll see very interesting behaviors you wouldn’t normally see in the wild. If you don’t have a container to raise bugs in, use a mason jar with a canning ring holding fabric or paper towel over the opening (don’t poke holes in a lid, the insects can get injured on the sharp edges). I’m planning to write up a guide to raising insects at some point, but for now, feel free to ask more questions and I’ll help you out.

Browse BugGuide [link]!
Find a bug you see all the time, and take its photo (or keep it in a jar) so you can look at it while trying to identify it as far as you can go. I may not know a lot of insect families from memory, but I’ve had a lot of practice going through the guides and looking for distinguishing features. It took me a long time to figure out how the site is organized. Start with the guide page [link], and click on the taxa that fits your bug. Use the tabs at the top to go between Browse (compares all taxa within the selected group), Info (in-depth information about the selected taxa), and Photos (all user submitted photos with verified IDs). 

If you see something and you are totally stuck, you can submit a photo to their ID Request page, and somebody will usually tell you what it is and provide a link to a guide page within a few days. If your photo quality is good enough, they’ll even add it to the guide.

Document your observations on iNaturalist [link]! I LOVE iNaturalist, and I credit it for helping me learn most of what I know. You take photos and upload them to your profile. If you take photos with your cellphone, iNaturalist will use the GPS data and time/data data to document where and when you took the photo, and this information is used to document what species are present in an area at any given time. A lot of university and state projects use iNaturalist data for their research and for obtaining grant money. 

Another thing I love about iNaturalist: it has tools that help you identify what you’ve seen. If you know something is a stinkbug, but you have no idea what kind, iNaturalist’s “compare” tool will show you the most common stinkbugs in your area. Just last year, I didn’t know the difference between a rice stink bug and a brown stink bug, but thanks to iNaturalist and the community of people who use it, now I can instantly identify most stink bugs to species level without looking them up. A screenshot of iNaturalist’s compare tool page is below.

Even better: iNaturalist is a community of people who love nature. It’s a mix of amateurs (like me!), state wildlife employees, and professional naturalists (professors of entomology, ornithology, etc). These people will go through observations and provide IDs, and they will comment on things telling you how you know it’s one species vs another, why it can’t be what you thought it was, etc. Even though it’s online and seems impersonal, I have “met” a ton of people on iNaturalist–everybody is friendly and very willing to help you learn. I have interacted with some people enough that when we end up unexpectedly meeting in person (which has happened a few times!), we both get very excited to finally meet! If you join iNaturalist, send me a message there and I will follow you and help you learn. My profile is here (username: nanofishology) [link]

Entomology for Beginners: Social Activities/Formal Education

Contact the Big Country Master Naturalists
This is the Master Naturalist chapter for Abilene [link] and the surrounding area. Master Naturalists are a group of trained volunteers in Texas who aim to increase the public’s appreciation of natural resources in Texas. I don’t know how active their chapter is, but according to their facebook page [link], they have regular guided hikes in Abilene State Park. If you let them know you are interested in entomology, they might be able to connect you with somebody who can mentor you.

Summer Research Programs
There are a few universities that run formal summer research programs for high school students. It’s too late to apply for this summer, but keep these in mind for next year. Not all are entomology, but even a general biology program will expose you to useful information. A couple sites that list multiple opportunities:
Biology & Biotechnology Paid Co-op/Internship Opportunities
Pathways to Science - High School Programs

Outside of formal programs, there are many professors who will take in high school students to work on research projects during the summer. I looked at colleges around Abilene and didn’t see any specific entomology departments, but you could contact professors at other universities and see if they offered paid summer internships. To find professors: go to a university’s website and navigate to the biology department. There will be a “faculty” page, typically with the professors’ areas of research listed, and you can scroll through until you find one who studies something that interests you. Look at their lab’s website, and when you find somebody who does research that sounds interesting to you, email them! Introduce yourself, ask if they offer summer internships for high school students or if they have a colleague who does. You may not find anything, but it never hurts to ask!

Zoos and Museums
Zoos and museums are a great place to learn about insects. If you have a chance to volunteer at one, that would definitely give you some good experience. I didn’t see a natural history museum in Abilene, but there is the Abilene Zoo. They have a summer teen internship program, and while it doesn’t seem to have any entomology component, you’d still get experience with animals and husbandry. When you are first starting out, it’s a good idea to have a solid foundation in the basics of biology, so that when you learn about arthropods, the concepts are more intuitive and you can see connections between all different forms of life.

More informally, if you have a chance to travel to a science museum, definitely do it. If you go on a trip, say to Dallas or Houston, and you have plans to visit a natural history museum, try emailing them in advance and request a behind-the-scenes tour with the entomology department. You’d be amazed the opportunities you can get if you know to ask for them. Most people who work in biology at museums or universities LOVE sharing their passion with people, and making connections earlier will help you build a strong network of mentors and colleagues as you progress in your education and career. 

Magic Carpet Ride (Richonne Date Night)-Carolina-Bleus

Michonne entered her home and was immediately greeted by a familiar tune. She followed the sound down to the den and was met with an even familiar sight. Rick and six-year-old Judith were cuddled together under Judith’s princess blanket, eyes glued to the television as a couple and a magic carpet glided across the screen.

After the song ended, Judith turned to Rick. “Daddy, wouldn’t you love to have a magic carpet? That way we could fly anywhere we wanted.”

“That would be very nice. Where would you want to fly?”

“To the toy store!”

Rick laughed, “Judy, the carpet may fly you anywhere you want but it won’t pay for toys.”

Judith’s eyes widened as she hadn’t taken that detail into account. “I can’t just take them, Daddy. That would be stealing. And then you’d have to take me to jail.”

“We could get Mama to defend you in court,” Rick joked.

“No, Daddy.” Judith shook her head. “Bad people steal and Mama doesn’t work with bad guys. She works with businessmen.”

Same difference to hear your mother tell it, Rick thought with a chuckle.

“I know! You and Mama can fly with me, Daddy. You’ll have fun aaaannnd you can pay for my toys.”

Rick raised a brow at his daughter’s solution. “How thoughtful of you, sweetie.”

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Prompt: “Imagine your otp proposing repeatedly at different restaurants to get free food; and when the real proposal comes and they get free ice cream or something, person a is like ‘omg that was a really good one the whole speech was a nice touch where did you get this ring it looks so realistic omg’ and person b is just like ‘r u fucking kidding me’.”

As requested by the amazingly patient @ishipallthings <3 <3 <3

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#136 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “Can you do a fic based on Pacifier, like how he tries and tries to get the girl and then she’s with someone else?”

Little moments can have big consequences. The butterfly effect, right? So maybe under different circumstances, you would have gone home with Van instead of Isla. But, you didn’t. The hours you spent with your legs across Van’s on the dirty bar couch, drinking and laughing at everyone were good. The chemistry was evidently there, and he was easily one of the most beautiful people you’d seen. But then you saw Isla. She came walking into the bar with a group of friends and they were all lace and velvet and soft curves and pretty laughter.

You were at the bar getting more drinks for you and Van when she came crashing up to you. She winked and you felt it through your entire body. Isla was different to her friends in that she wore all black. Her boots were scuffed on the tips, her jeans were ripped at the knees, and her black long sleeve shirt meant you had to imagine the rest.

“Having a good night?” she asked. You smiled and nodded. “Good, good, my dude.”

Her arm brushed against yours as you moved to leave. Back next to Van you could feel Isla watching, or was it you watching her?

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Wrong Place Wrong Time - Oli White Imagine

Oli’s P.O.V.

“Come on, Oli, it has been a week, you can’t stay inside forever.”

“I can perfectly do that.” My mom had sat herself down on the edge of my bed. I was staring out of my window, avoiding every bit of eye contact. All I wanted was to be left alone, isolated from the rest of the world, in the hope that the pain would fade away by itself.

“You know, it would be easier for me to help if you told me what happened.”

“I already did, she broke up with me.” The last words sounded harsher than I wanted them too. “I’m sorry…” I whispered. After all this wasn’t my mom’s fault, but my own stupid mistake.

“Let me help you, tell me what made her do it.” She softly stroked through my hair and I turned around to look at her. From the expression on her face I could tell that she was worried, that she didn’t like seeing me like this. I let out a deep sigh before I finally opened up to her.

“I’ve been really stupid, mum…” I sat up on my bed and told her the whole story.

Y/N and I met about 5 months ago on one of my book signings. She was doing an internship at the venue and her task was showing me around and making sure everything was put in the right direction. She was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I remember her being incredibly nervous, forgetting what she was doing on a certain point and it only made her more attractive to me. I couldn’t keep my eyes of her the entire time and at the end of the day I plucked up my courage and asked her out. A few days later we had lunch together, another two weeks and a few dates later, we became a couple. We had the fairy tale type of relationship: we never fought, only had minor arguments that were solved immediately. We had the time of our lives and simply enjoyed each other’s company. She had become my best friend and my lover, someone I couldn’t live without. Until last week, when I made one stupid mistake.

“I shouldn’t have drunk so much, then I’d never been so close to that girl… I’ve ruined everything.” I had to try my hardest not to let a tear escape from the corner of my eyes. If a year ago anyone would’ve told me that I’d cry over a girl, I would’ve laughed at their faces.

“Did something happen that night? With that girl, I mean?”

“No, mum, nothing. I didn’t kiss her, or anything like that. Not even a hug. We literally were just really close together and I was having a good time. Until she threw her arms around me. I pushed her off me straight away, but the person that took this picture did it on the exact right time, so now it looks like I’m actually kissing her. I’ve ruined everything, I should’ve just stayed away from this girl…” I let out a deep sigh.

“Oh honey… have you tried talking to Y/N?”

“Yes, I tried, multiple times, but she simply wouldn’t hear me. So I gave up.”

“Why don’t you try again? It’s been a few days, she’ll have cooled off by now. I’m sure she’ll listen to you. She doesn’t seem like the type of girl that would leave things unsolved.” I managed to crack a little smile and gave my mum a hug. She left my bedroom, leaving me all alone with my thoughts again.

As always, mum was right. Minutes after she left, I picked up my phone and called Y/N’s number. She surprisingly picked up and agreed to meet up with me and listen to my side of the story. So there I was, one day later, sitting in a café all dressed up, waiting for her to arrive. I was half an hour early, so I already ordered something to kill time.

“What can I get you, handsome?” The waitress said with a wink. Exactly what I could use today, a random girl flirting with me. I didn’t want her, just like that other girl from that club.

“Latte, please.” I cracked a little smile in my attempt to not sound too rude. A few minutes later she came back with my coffee and a napkin with her number on it. I let out a nervous chuckle.

“You can take this napkin back, thank you. Look, you seem like a wonderful girl, but I’m not interested. I’m here waiting for someone to set things straight and I’d love to leave with her by my side. I’ve messed up once and I’m not planning on doing that again. I’m sorry.” I gave her back the napkin and she left without saying another word. I did feel bad for having to do this, but I did not want to take the risk of losing Y/N again.

“I might just consider leaving by your side.” A familiar voice came up from behind me.

“Y/N…” My mouth almost fell open from amazement. I was speechless for a second.

“Hi Oli.” Carefully she sat down on the chair facing me, a little smile curling around her lips. She was nervous as well, I could tell.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough to know that I might have jumped into conclusions a bit too fast. What’s the real story behind that picture?”

“Definitely not what you see.” I nervously laughed before telling her what I had told my mum the day before. How I had drunk a bit too much, how the girl had come close and I had let her, but how I pushed her away when she came too close.

“I feel so guilty for not listening to you in the first place. I’m sorry.” She said while walking over to me and putting herself down on the small bench I was sitting on.

“Don’t be. I’d probably react the same if I saw a picture like this of you. But I swear to God, you’re the only girl for me.”

“Can’t blame her for coming close though. I’d totally do the same if you weren’t already mine.” We had to laugh and I softly kissed her. That’s where I knew that everything would be alright.

“I love you, Oli White.” She whispered when we broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Originally posted by conormaynardaf


A/N: another imagine online, wooooooh! I hope you liked this one. Feel free to give any feedback or comment on the story. I’d love to hear from you! My requests are open as well, so don’t hesitate to send in one :)