pay as you drive

Can you imagine the changes to the workforce and how we treated workers if no one HAD to work to survive?

Like often I see these complaints about a universal basic income that are like “well then no one would work!” and I think there are lots of people motivated to have more money even when they have enough to get by, but I also I think, that’s kind of true, if regular employment looked and functioned the way it does now.

But with UBI if both employers and society wanted people in certain jobs those jobs would have to offer more than just “you need us to survive”. They’d have to offer satisfaction and community and purpose.

Imagine the changes places like WalMart and McDonalds would have to make to how they run their enterprise if they had to woo and entice their employees into wanting to be there. Imagine the end of “the customer is always right”, both because employers know their workers won’t put up with and because consumers are forced to have a respect for workers choosing to do this with their time to make the community function when they don’t have to.

Imagine the progress to automation and technology now that we don’t have to worry about unemployment as a result. So instead of a store having 40 employees, they have 10 and automated self check out and price scanners and store apps you can pay on, and automated self-driving bots to keep inventory and restock at night. (And that’s when you don’t just order online, shopping in-store is now inherently a Boutique experience).

But those ten remaining employees are So Valued by the company, and so carefully educated and trained and respected as experts in what they do. People go “you could do that when you grow up, help people shop and find what they need and know what products are best for them.” And it wouldn’t be an insult like “you’ll wind up flipping burgers”, but instead a respected option “you can help people have warm fresh food in one of the oldest and most prestigious international groups in the world, and look at their travel programs and free clubs and classes” (McDonalds wins the Fast Food Mario Kart Tournament every year, their team is best in the nation and if you want a good esports program you work at McDonalds).

Evidence shows people would still work. Evidence shows people want to improve their situations and want to have structure in their lives. Evidence shows the only populations who take advantage of a UBI to not work are students who choose to focus more on their studies and new mothers, who choose to spend more time with their kids.

But it would increase the bargaining power and social power of the average employee by so much. They’d have the option to walk away. And employers would know it and consumers would know it and employees would know it. So if we wanted it to keep working, employers would have to start catering to their employees wellbeing and health and happiness as well as their wallet.

And it would be so good.

Behind The Mask

Requested By: @sadjuggie

hey bb i had a sudden idea for an imagine which i thought you should write! so basically the reader is a cosplayer at a convention and tom is undercover in a spider-suit and he sees the reader and complete fangirls over their cosplay (bc it’s kinda spider-man related or marvel?) and asks for a pic and then he takes off his mask and surprises her?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: You were at your first Cosplay convention with your friends, you’re all dressed up as some characters from Marvel, being the huge fans you all are. However, you weren’t expecting an actual Marvel character to show up, shocking you and your friends.

Warnings: It’s just super fluffy aw haha

Word Count: 1,926

A/N: This request reminds me of when I went to playlist live in 2015 and it was so much fun. If you don’t know what playlist live is, it’s where you either are in D.C. or Orlando and a ton of YouTubers travel and stay at a hotel for three days and you can stay there too and you can buy merch an go to panels, and meet and greets and just walk around and get pictures with YouTubers. It’s honestly such an amazing experience, I loved it. BUT yeah, this request was overall really fun to write, it felt like I was actually there ahahha.

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your alarm was going off on your nightstand, it was currently five thirty a.m. and you were literally throwing yourself out of your warm bed to get up and get your suitcase ready to go.

Today was your first day ever going to a Cosplay convention, you were extremely excited, especially since your friends were joining you, being the Cosplay nerds they were.

You grabbed your cup of coffee and a bagel before leaving your apartment, your suitcase in one hand, your phone and bagel and coffee in the other, yes you were multitasking for life.

Your friends were supposed to pick you up, you all wanted to get to the convention early so you all could unpack and not have to worry about it later on.

You soon heard the honk of a car, signaling they were here, making you rush down and throw your suitcase in the car, as you buckled up in the back seat, finally enjoying your bagel and coffee, before falling sleep against the window.

The convention was about three to four hours away depending on traffic, your friend was a real trooper willing to drive all that way, of course, you all pitched in to pay for gas.

After driving for hours, you finally made it, your eyes widening in pure excitement as you saw people already entering, dressed up as their favorite characters.

This was every thing you could have ever dreamed of.

Once parked in front of the convention, you all grabbed your suitcases, entering the building, checking into the hotel you were staying at.

While you were waiting to get the room keys, you decided to wander around a bit, your eyes becoming even wider if that was even possible.

The place was gorgeous, there were people dressed up as their favorite characters, different stands that had posters and tattoos, even areas where people could put on a panel, overall it was mind blowing.

You were so mesmerized by the main area you didn’t even realize one of your friends dragging you away to the elevator.

“Sorry! I kinda got caught up.” You laughed, a huge smile on your face as the rest of your friends laughed along with you.

“No worries, I was the same way when I first went to one of these.” Your friend Sherrie said, a smile on her face.

“This place does that to you, I think it’s because you feel at home, like you belong with this kind of crowd and it just makes you really happy.” You friend Emily spoke up, leaning against the elevator wall.

You all chatted the entire way up to your dedicated room, before entering and unpacking your belongings, that way you wouldn’t have to do it later.

It was now nine a.m. and you all were starving, so you all decided to go get breakfast.

You all went to the main area where they had food, you all filled up a plate, before sitting at a table, chatting, eating, and observing the area a bit more.

“Do you think anyone else will be dressed up as Marvel characters?” You questioned as you took a bite of your apple.

Your friends all shrugged, looking around before going back to their meals.

“I mean it’s a good possibility, but we all know we’re the real Avengers.” Your friend Carly joked, making you all laugh.

Time soon passed and you all were finally dressed up in your cosplay outfits, your friend Sherrie was dressed up as Captain America, obviously a girly version, but she looked amazing, your friend Emily decided to dress up as Thor, which she also rocked by the way, and then your friend Carly decided to dress up as Iron Man, which you found extremely funny since you all had just seen Cap Civil War.

You on the other hand, you were dressed up as Black Widow, mainly because your friends made you because they thought you’d be best for that costume.

“Avengers assemble!” Carly shouted, as you all ran to the elevator laughing, being the nerds you all were.

Of course you all were taking selfies, no matter where you went, selfies were taken, whether it was in your hotel room, the elevator, but especially the main area.

You all walked into the main stage area, people were everywhere, dancing, laughing, chatting, cosplaying.

You all walked around a bit, chatting with other cosplayers, having a blast, before you all decided you wanted to get tattoos.

And you all did.

After that you decided to go watch a panel or two, loving every moment of it, as did your friends.

Hours passed, and you all were back up and walking around, taking selfies with other cosplayers, complimenting each others outfits, a lot of people thought your group was super funny, which made you all giddy on the inside.

“Hey look, it’s Spider-Man! We should see if he’ll take a group picture for us, you know, since we’re basically the same.” Sherrie joked, making you all roll your eyes and laugh.

“Hey! Hey you! Spider-Man dude!” Sherrie shouted, pointing at the person who was dressed up as well, Spider-Man.

He looked at her confused, but walked over to her anyways.

“Can you do us a favor and take a picture of us?” Sherrie asked, as “Spider-Man” nodded, as you all posed, getting your picture.

It took a few minutes for said “Spider-Man” to realize your costumes, before his heart beat started to increase.

“Whoa, you guys are a version of the Avengers!” Spider-Man spoke excitedly, making you all smile and nod.

“Why do you think we asked you to take our picture?” Sherrie laughed, making Spider-Man rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“I see your point.” He chuckled, making you all laugh.

“I don’t mean to be a bother, but can I get a picture with you guys? It’s just I haven’t seen anyone dressed up as the Avengers and I-” He stopped rambling as he saw you all smiling at him.

“Of course we will.” Emily smiled, before Carly called someone over to take a picture of all of them.

You all took a few pictures, smiling at how great they all came out.

“Thanks guys, this is so cool.” Spider-Man grinned through the mask, making you all nod and smile in response.

“But you know what’s even cooler?” He questioned, making you all shake your heads, curiosity peaked.

Spider-Man slowly took off his mask revealing the one and only Tom Holland, the actual Spider-Man.

You all gasped, not expecting that at all, making Tom laugh at all of your reactions.

“Surprise!” He cheered, making you all laugh nervously, still unable to process you’ve been with the Tom Holland, the Spider-Man this entire time without even knowing it.

“I can’t believe it’s actually you!” Carly shouted, covering her mouth as she tried to contain herself.

“This is mind blowing, nice job.” Emily laughed, giving him a thumbs up.

“I’m not okay. Nope.” Sherrie shook her head, covering her face as she leaned her head on Emily’s shoulder.

You on the other hand, still couldn’t believe it, Tom Holland was here, pretending to be one of you, a cosplayer, to see what it actually felt like.

“C-Can I get a picture with you?” You stammered out, making him grin and nod in response.

You both got a few pictures together, which turned out really cute, you even sent them to Tom himself.

“I really love your costume by the way, Black Widow.. Nice.” He grinned, winking at you as you blushed, biting your lip nervously.

“Thanks, I like yours too, it suits you.” You teased, making him laugh and wrap his arms around you from behind.

“You’re funny.” He grinned, resting his head on top of yours, your friends watching in awe, but secretly taking pictures at the same time.

“Yesss Y/N! Get some!” Carly shouted, making you glare at her as Tom laughed, making you smile.

“We need to create a ship name, because this,” Sherrie motioned to you and Tom, “Needs to happen, like now.” She laughed, making you both blush this time.

“I don’t have anything against that.” Tom smirked, and you were pretty sure you stopped breathing for a split second.

“What about you darling?” He hummed, making your heart melt just from the way he spoke.

“I don’t know.. You think you can handle all of this?” You teased, a smirk on your face as you felt him laugh.

“Oh, I know I can.” He teased back, your friends watching in amusement.

“But I’m Black Widow.” You spoke teasingly, a proud smile on your face, as your friends started laughing at your statement.

“Maybe, but I’m Spider-Man.

camping w/ the parkers!

me: the queen of ignoring requests and bringing out headcanons no one requested– yet again! (other than my babe del, @sunrisehunny

THIS IS A LONG AS FUCK POST SO IF YOU WANT TO SKIP IT, ON PC’S JUST CLICK THE “J” LETTER AND I’M SO SORRY IF YOU’RE ON MOBILE

  • you can’t actually remember who came up with the idea to go camping
  • it must’ve just slipped into casual conversation 
  • and then you and peter were staring wide eyed at each other 
  • like are you think what i’m thinking 
  • and then you’re both scrambling out the door together, peter already calling out like 
    • mAY I– WE HAVE AN IDEA
  • it took a lot of pleading from the both of you 
  • at first may was straight out like nope 
  • i mean, money was tight, it meant having to find days up to drive up, pay and everything just = stress
  • but eventually you both swayed her
    • c’mon! i have great grades and i’ve been doing all my chores- please may
    • i’ll pay for the camping site! and we can use our old camping gear! it like already planned!
  • when she was still not completely convinced
  • out comes puppy eyed peter 
  • because he knows that never fails to persuade may 
  • when she sighed, you both silently celebrated because you knew it meant she was on board 
  • she was a bit questioning, raising her eyebrows at you 
    • you realize you’ll have to sleep in different tents? i don’t want no funny business 
    • w-whAT m-may no! it’s not like that!” 
  • /nervous laughter from both of you/ 
  • because nothing is official but it’s lingering but it doesn’t mean you aren’t awkward when anyone acknowledges it 
  • you both retreat back to peter’s room, cheering and excited because yes!!!!
  • what was supposed to be studying for school 
  • turned into studying to make this the best camping trip ever
  • peter literally has so many articles on camping ideas saved in his phone
  • whereas you were making sure you had enough smore ingredients for all the days you were staying there
    • i don’t think we need that many marshmallows y/n
    • pfft, you can never have too many marshmallows parker
  • (if you’re vegetarian or vegan, peter hunts for ages in the supermarket to find an alternative for you)
  • the roadtrip up was a wild ride 
  • it’s was just a giant food fest in the car 
  • peter hogged the gummy bear packet like a lil asshole
  • & the tunes made the entire ride a fuckin jam 
  • yes you definitely had a lip sync battle 
  • though your spice girl’s “wannabe” was a valid song choice
  • it couldn’t beat peter’s rendition of britney’s “baby, one more time” 
  • i mean he was dramatic 
  • it was such a magical and beautiful performance
  • you couldn’t stop laughing the whole time 
  • and may found the whole thing very amusing 
    • what can i say? britney calls to me 
  • during the gas stops, you have to go buy more marshmallows because peter got hungry and starting eating them 
  • and then like not even 3 minutes up the road, you spot a real fruit ice-cream store 
    • oh please may! can we get one!!
  • so, again, you manage to persuade to her to pull over and buy you all ice-creams because she love spoiling you guys
  • adorable peter parker getting ice-cream all over his face because he’s having the time of his life, devouring this ice-cream 
  • somehow, you guys manage to make it to the campground before midday 
  • who knows how 
  • may wanders off after parking the car, saying she was going to find out where to pay, a faint call of “set up the tents! 
  • she ends up finding the cutest park ranger and flirts with them 
  • GET IT AUNT MAY
  • hint: you both suck at setting up tents
  • it takes forever for you to figure this shit out 
  • y/n try not holding the instructions upside down 
  • right extreme blushing
  • you eventually get one of the tents about half set up 
  • but then peter
  • a clusmy lil dork 
  • trips over the tangle of guy ropes (you know those things that keep the cover of the tent tight)
  • and ends up taking down the tent with him as he desperately tries not to fall 
  • failing miserably
  • you can’t even be mad at him for ruining your progress 
  • because you’re laughing so hard
  • like this is side splitting laughter
  • he’s just glaring at you as he struggles to escape the twists of ropes
    • stop laughing! and- help- me- out! 
  • but honestly 
  • it just makes you laugh harder 
  • because the mighty, amazing spider-man is contained by some guy ropes
  • you whip out that phone and peter’s eyes widen as he struggles faster
  • ultimately making it worse for him 
  • the video you get of him is him struggling, very frustrated before he spots the camera and pouts angrily 
    • y/n! stop recording and help! me! 
  • you just zoom in with your camera on peters frowning face
    • i swear, if you weren’t cute” 
    • oh shh, parke– wait, c-cute?
  • an awkward silence as peter’s cheeks glow are he realizes what he said
  • “i-i mean, i’m not gonna say y-you’re not because a-are but–” 
  • and you couldn’t leave this cutie tied up after that adorable comment 
    • alright, i’ll help you out, now hold still ” 
  • it’s awkward grins and blushing cheeks as you silently detangle him 
  • but you just turn on some jams on your speaker
  • and goofily dance & sing as you set up the tents 
  • it’s quite a workout tbh 
  • so when you’re finally done, you’re slightly puffed as you sit at your camps spots picnic table 
  • peter then get’s this boyish grin 
  • which means he’s got an idea
    • you wanna go for a swim? 
  • changing supa quickly, you leave the tents behind 
  • may’s still living it up with the hot park ranger
  • you reach the river bank 
  • and the river looks magical 
  • i mean the sun is still high in the sky & you can definitely feel the heat
  • you can’t wait till you get into the water
  • so you don’t wait
  • with a running start, you jump off the rock like ledge and cannonball into the rushing water
  • peters watching you with that look of awe he always has when you make his heart go !!!
  • it’s refreshing as fuck
  • you come up grinning, shaking out the water in your hair briefly 
  • but peter’s still standing nervously at the end of the ledge
  • he’s fiddling with the edge of his tee-shirt 
  • because thIS GODDAMN CUTIE
  • is still shy and nervous about being shirtless
  • not that he needs to be 
  • because he doesn’t radiate confidence
  • and he’s never really had someone to tell him that’s he good looking or attractive 
  • and the lack of relationships in the past means he’s forever had this budding self doubt 
  • but you’re just floating up on your back, staring at the canopy of tree leaves above and sighing at how beautiful the moment is 
    • c’mon peter! it’s sooooo nice in here
  • when he doesn’t reply, you roll onto your front to see what the problem is 
  • he’s still looking nervous, with his eyes screwed shut, gripping his tshirt tightly
  • he’s just thinking come on peter it’s just a tshirt and it’s just y/n why are you making such a deal 
  • but you know peter so 
    • peter, you know you don’t have to take it off, right?” 
  • the change is instant
  • after your assurance as he relaxes and un-tenses, drops his shoulder and gives a small relieved smile
    • just get in!
  • and you make sure to send a splash in his direction with your words
  • he gasps dramatically when you get his shirt wet
    • oh it’s on!” 
  • grinning, he takes a running start and cannonballs in, creating a wave of water
  • you get soaked in water
  • again
  • he pop’s up, beaming at you 
  • and does that weirdly hot things were he shakes out his hair like a dog 
  • but it’s adorable and hot???
  • why is that so hot
  • and oh my god the grey shirt he is wearing is clinging to his skin 
  • leaving very little to imagination 
  • if fact it’s so distracting
  • that you’re only knocked out of your thoughts when peter swipes his legs and yours buckle, plunging you under water
  • when you surface, he’s already swimming in the other direction 
  • because he knows you’ll want revenge
    • i swear to god, parker! get back here! 
  • luckily, you’re slightly speedier than him 
  • not really
  • but peter goes slow for your sake
  • so you launch yourself at him, gripping onto his shoulders 
  • but suddenly his hands have come up under your thighs so it’s a piggyback 
  • and instead of getting your revenge, you’re desperately clutching at his chest fro dear life as he spins around trying to throw you off
  • he’s not really trying throw you off 
  • he just loves how you laugh so loudly & hug yourself closer to him 
  • he stops spinning, looking over his shoulder & falling so so so much more in love 
  • because you’re still laughing, a crazy grin on your face with a flushed face but you look so happy
  • you two spend so long in the river 
  • you try not to show it but you definitely check peter out when he finally gets the confidence to take off his shirt
  • the cutie immediately sinks under the water after he pulls it off, hiding his red cheeks because he’s still embarrassed 
  • but eventually you just float on the top of the water together 
  • your hands are both outstretched, barely touching 
  • but it’s enough for now 
  • you guys only get out when peter notices you’ve starting shivering ever so slightly 
    • c’mon, you’re shivering. we should get back now anyways, so may’s not worried 
  • except at one point your towel somehow got soaked 
  • peter offers you his towel straight away 
  • despite how shy he is about being shirtless & out of the water
  • he can’t have you being cold 
    • just take it, y/n, you’re shivering
  • so reluctantly you take it & wrap it around your shoulders
  • & then immediately, open you arm to invite him into the towel 
  • he grins sheepishly before ducking under it with you 
  • you two walk back together
  • huddling together under the same towel 
  • which is good because somehow peter is still very warm
  • so you stop shivering pretty quick 
  • may still isn’t back 
  • i mean she’s really hit it off with the hot park ranger 
  • (his name’s brandon and may still hasn’t paid for the camp ground yet) 
  • but by the time you & peter get dressed and dry she’s back
  • but it took awhile bc tents are very confined 
  • and peter insisted on squeezing into skinny jeans 
  • well, until he got them half on and realized they weren’t going any further 
    • y/n… 
    • yes? 
    • i need help 
    • with what? 
    • my, er, uh, my skinny jeans are stuck 
    • oh dear god. why didn’t you just put on sweatpants like a normal person! 
    • shut up and help me please
  • a lot of your time spent with peter is helping him out of weird situations
  • it was a little awkward ofc 
  • you laughed at his batman boxers & he blushed furiously 
    • he’s cool! 
  • and with lots of tugging
  • lots of tugging
  • you finally you managed to free his legs
    • okay, skinny jeans were definitely not a good idea, peter 
    • i know that now
  • so finally, you’re both dressed n dry 
  • you definitely stole one of peter sweaters btw 
  • but boi 
  • peter’s hair is still slightly wet which means its curly 
  • you seriously can’t stop looking at it??? 
  • peter get’s supa shy about it 
    • is–d-does it look weird? i know usually don– 
    • no! it looks nice, i-i like it. 
  • he smiles extra fuckin wide at that & his heart does another little !!!
  • added to peter mental notes: curly hair more often
  • dinner is a fun time because you all just ramble about how great your time has been here already 
  • may definitely gets carried away talking about dreamy brandon
  • but then she assigns you and peter to the task of starting the fire 
  • you’re the one who eventually gets the flame to catch 
  • sticking your tongue out at peter 
  • who just grins in return 
  • his hair is completely dried now and it’s so curly you’re speechless because he’s so fucking adorable
  • and now you have a decent fire
  • you bust out the smore ingredients 
  • however, peter sucks cooking marshmallows  
  • seriously he manages to set them on fire 
  • every
  • single 
  • time
  • but luckily for him, you’re a master at the art of roasting marshmallows
  • so he just begs you to do his after burning his 4th one (in a row)
  • may looks like she wants to leave but you suspect it’s because of mcdreamy brandon invited her for tea at his campfire
    • may, you don’t have to babysit us– go & visit you’re hot park ranger, we’re not doing anything here, just gonna eat smore & set random stuff on fire” 
  • intense glaring from may 
    • i waS KIDDING OBVIOUSLY” 
  • she does go (it doesn’t take much persuading)
  • and you’d think sitting around the fire would eventually get boring but the conversation never dies
  • peter wastes marshmallows by throwing them at you 
  • but it turns into “how shitty at throwing is peter because he hasn’t landed a single one in my mouth” 
    • how are you– a fucking superhero –still so incompetent at aiming a marshmallow?
  • blushing & mumbling because there’s really no excuse c’mon peter
  • so he changes the subject like, “hOT CHOCOLATE??” 
  • so the conversation stills as you and peter both sip at your hot drinks, which you thankfully have marshmallows left over for 
  • it, again, took awhile to figure out & get the water boiling 
  • but eventually you did 
  • & now the stars are out 
  • it’s this beautiful still moment 
  • you can feel the heat of the mug in your hands & the blaze on your cheeks from the firelight
  • you hear the crackle of the bright fire & the rush of the river that’s hidden behind the dark forest
  • and gazing up at the stars overhead 
  • it’s the most serene & peaceful moment 
  • so you can’t help but curl your lips into a grin 
  • like the most cliche thing, you’re pretty sure you see a shooting star
    • peter! did you see the shooting star? 
  • but when you turn, peters just looking at you 
  • he couldn’t help it 
  • you’ve got red cheeks from the fire and an adorable red nose
  • huddled in his sweater that’s a lil too long on the sleeves
  • you’re hair has turned unruly & curly and he loves it 
  • and the way you hold you mug in the most childlike way
  • and your eyes
  • so full of wonder, staring up at the inky sky 
  • he can’t but gaze, his lips parted in awe at this beautiful person before him 
  • lucky for him, you can’t see his blush when you can’t him gazing 
  • thank god for the fire
  • but then he looks up at the sky and chuckles
    • hate to burst your bubble but that’s a satellite- an atlas v 401 probably 
    • sTOP, let enjoy my shooting star, nerd 
  • you sit by the fire till it’s nothing but embers 
  • shyly shuffling closer to peter because the cold is creeping in now but peter is forever warm
    • do you want to go to bed now? 
    • can we stay and talk in your tent? 
    • of course, that’s what i meant 
  • so snuggled in your sleeping bags, you guys play cards and gossip & tell ghost stories
  • you use the torch & a scary voice to try freak peter out 
  • it works
    • why did you have to tell a story about a weird thing in a forest! we’re literally right beside a forest!! i’m not gonna sleep now!!
    • it’s fine peter, i’ll protect you. even if it means sacrificing my flesh to the bogeyman of the forest 
    • ew, that just sounds gross
    • good, you’re not scared anymore” 
  • eventually you get really sleepy & the mumbling stops as you drift off
  • night 
  • night peter 
  • but then there’s a large rustling from outside the tent
  • it’s actually only may getting into her tent lmao
  • you can feel peter tense up before he spits out a bunch of words
    • okay-i-know-the-bogeyman-isn’t-real-but-can-you-hold-my-hand-please
  • sighing exaggeratedly, you’re not really all that annoyed
  • in fact you’re all giddy inside at the idea of holding peters hand
  • you fall asleep with your hands intertwined between your sleeping bags
  • and that’s how may finds you in the morning tangled & scrunched up sleeping bags & messy hair but still holding hands
  • aND I COULD GO ON FOREVER BUT THIS IS LIKE 2K WORDS AND I SHOULD STOP NOW
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Description: Maybe going out with Tony Stark is a little intimidating, but he is way sweeter than he would like everyone to believe.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: fluffff, smutty smut good stuff mixed in with all of the actual substance writing (for once), Tony being a flirty little shit as per usual

A/n: I just had to write another Tony fic. Idk. Every single Tony/RDJ fic I read I love because he’s so sassy

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Working at a coffee shop inside Stark Tower might not have been the most conventional job to take up, but it sure was an interesting one (not to mention, a very well-paying one). Geniuses were constantly wandering through, sometimes doing work at the tables. There was also the occasional avenger coming through, and you still weren’t quite sure how to process it. These people were out saving the world, punching aliens, doing whatever; and now you were making their coffee. Your life seemed to be like a bad sitcom. You could still remember the first time you ever saw one of them.

“Hi.” Sam Wilson said, walking up to the counter. 

“Good afternoon, what can I get for you?” 

He looked over the menu before deciding on plain black coffee. You quickly prepared it, handing it to him as soon as you could. He gave a quick ‘thank you’, and headed to the elevator. 

If it wasn’t completely unprofessional, you might have screamed. But things were different now. It wasn’t uncommon to see Steve and Sam walk in and order. An occasional visit from most of the others, too. It seemed strange and surreal, but that was your life, and you figured you got pretty lucky to be in a place like it. However, there was one man you never saw, since he always had an assistant bringing everything up to him.

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The Tenth Floor pt7

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,


“Wait, right now?” You asked, trialing after Yoongi out of his office. He wound his scarf around his neck as he walked, and you grabbed your jacket from the back of your chair. You had picked the wrong day to wear a pencil skirt, you realized; as soon as the sun went down, you were going to freeze. 

“No better time than the present.” Yoongi replied. 

Seokjin was walking the other way when he saw the two of you, and caught your elbow gently. “Where are you going?” He asked, looking from you, to Yoongi, and back to you again.

“To the carnival, I think.” You said. Seokjin looked even more confused at this, but didn’t have time to press you for questions. 

“Hurry up.” Yoongi snapped, standing in the elevator impatiently. “We don’t have all day.” 

You left Seokjin standing there to join your boss, and as the doors closed, you realized just how strange all this was. 

“What happened to those reports you said you needed to review?” You asked, your voice echoing slightly in the small space. 

“They can wait.” Yoongi shrugged. 

“But didn’t you tell Taehyung they were important?” You asked.

“I lied.” Yoongi gave you a rare smile. “We’re taking my car, by the way.” 

You weren’t sure if you should be offended by this or not, but you weren’t about to argue; your car might have gotten you to work, but that didn’t mean it would get you and Yoongi to and from the other side of town. 

“Yoongi?” You said carefully. “You know the carnival is open on the weekend, right? Why do you want to go today?” 

Yoongi shrugged. “Why? You don’t want to go? You’re getting paid either way, if that’s what you’re concerned about.” 

You frowned. Yoongi was definitely acting weird, and you suspected that, given his noncommittal answer, he didn’t know why he was going, either. But you supposed it didn’t really matter; if your crazy boss wanted a day out, you didn’t see the harm in it. As long as he wasn’t yelling, you could follow him around the carnival until he figured it out. 

To say Yoongi’s car was nice when you saw it would be an understatement. The hard-top convertible Audi looked as though it had just been driven off the car lot, and while the brand suited Yoongi, the baby-blue color didn’t quite. 

It made your car look like a piece of crap, and you made a face as you slid into your seat. 

“You don’t like it?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow as he started the car. 

“No, it’s… Very nice.” You settled. 

“I know.” Yoongi said. “So why do you look so uncomfortable?” 

“I’m not.” You lied. How were you supposed to explain that sitting in such a fancy-ass car made your second-hand skirt feel shabby, or that you were terrified you were going to break something because you couldn’t afford to fix it. “I always look like this.” 

Yoongi didn’t respond to that, and drove in silence for a while. There was something about sitting in the car, someone else driving and paying attention to the road, that reminded you of Taehyung. You thought you might have preferred his slightly beaten up taxi over this. 

But Taehyung-the-taxi-driver wasn’t just a taxi driver, and you were sure you’d never call him again, so you tried to keep your mind off of him. You were working (kind of), and needed to focus on the job at hand.

“Yoongi, why am I here?” You asked after a while, when you knew you were getting close to the fairground. 

“On earth, or in my car?” He asked, sounding slightly distracted by the traffic. 

“Why did you want me to come along?” You clarified, though you were curious what he would say if you asked him what your purpose in the universe was. That would have to wait for another day. 

“You’ve been there before, right?” He didn’t wait for you to answer. “I want to know what normal people do for fun, so you’re going to be like my tour guide.”

“Am I the only ‘normal’ person you know?” You didn’t think you wanted to know the answer, but you asked anyway. 

Yoongi thought about it a moment. “Yes.” 

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Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 2

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | 


Word count: 2251

Series type: Angst, Smut (in later chapters) & Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of sex and bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

Rough summary: Christian is your boss but also your best friend. You both have feelings for each other but his way of living complicates your relationship.

A/N: I am completely overwhelmed with the love I’ve gotten due to these series. I wan’t to thank everyone for reading and supporting. All of your comments and likes motivate me so much! Also keep in mind that English is not my first language, therefore there might be some spelling/grammar mistakes.


You blankly stare at your phone. Letting Dabin’s text sink in a little. You had a meeting at YG at 10:30 AM with Yura and her management. How unbelievably ironic.

You felt numb about the situation, not knowing how to wrap your head around it, reading Dabin’s texts over and over again. You left him on read, not feeling the need to reply or vent to him about what happened last night before Christian walked away. Back to the club.

You sit up straight in your bed, closing your eyes when you suddenly feel the childish urge to cry.

“What did you expect” you whisper to yourself with a trembling bottom lip.

This time he really did lead you on. This time he really did give you hope that things would be different, and then he turns around and does shit like this.

You fall back onto your bed, sobbing lightly. The lack of sleep which made your head heavier wasn’t helping your situation either. You curled up in your sheets trying to get yourself together.

You had to be professional. You couldn’t let this ruin your work ethic. Not like this.

After a while of feeling miserable you decided to take a hot shower. You stood there for about thirty minutes before you realized you actually needed to hurry if you wanted to make it to the YG building in time.

You put on a black t-shirt dress with combat boots and fishnet socks that stopped just below your knee, staying true to your trendy, dancer type-street style.

After somewhat fixing your face and concealing your tired and puffy eyes, you head out.

As you get there you realized you were on automatic pilot. You didn’t even pay attention while driving, making you wonder how you survive time after time, especially in brutal Seoul traffic.

“Ahh y/n-ah very punctual as always” Lee Sung Hyuk aka Yura’s manager welcomes you with a warm smile bowing to you slightly at the entrance.

You immediately respectfully bow back while shaking his hand. “That’s my job sir” you smile weakly.

You felt terrible. The amount of sleep you got in the past 3 days is what normal people sleep in one day. You didn’t have time for breakfast and even though you didn’t drink last night, you still felt dehydrated. Also the fact that this meeting was for Yura didn’t help at all.

Even so, you had to pull yourself together and not make it obvious to Yura that you knew of the situation or that it bothered you.

After accepting a cold glass of water you walk to the meeting room and kindly greet and bow to everyone there. The room was filled with managers, stylists, vocal teachers and other important people, but Yura was nowhere to be seen.

Everyone waited in silence for the past 15 minutes. You crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair a little. Pinching your nose bridge showing your frustration to all the executives and managers.

“I-I’m sure she’ll be here soo-” Lee Sung Hyuk couldn’t finish his sentence before people’s heads turned to the hallway. The walls around the meeting room were made out of glass, so everyone could see what went on.

Yura arrived with her sunglasses on dressed in a black hoodie and black leggings. She had no make-up on and quickly sat down after bowing to everyone apologizing for what seemed like 20 times. You inspected her attire and saw the logo on the left sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. It said DPR. It had to be Christian’s sweater. You try your hardest not to stare at her, but the fact that she was actually wearing his clothes to this meeting baffled you.

“I was held up at home I apologize” she says. At that she locked eyes with you. She didn’t realize you were there but when she did she cracked a little smile.

It took everything in you not to launch over the table and grab her by the nape of that sweater to beat that smug grin off of her face.

“Shall we continue” you boldly state looking straight into her eyes. “I have somewhere to be.”

The meeting went on as usual. Everything from outfits to schedules and skills were talked about. You couldn’t help but point out the fact that there was a lot of work left to be done on her dancing. It was true, but your petty self exaggerated just a tad bit more to make yourself feel better. Her facial expression dropped when you spoke about her lack of ability.  Knowing you were doing it to taunt her.

What comforted you about this all is that she’d probably be scolded afterwards for being late and not catching up with dance practice, but no matter how comforting that may be, it still didn’t make up for the fact that she fucked him.

The meeting ended after half an hour, and after saying your respectful goodbye’s to everyone except Yura, you walked out of the building as quickly as you could. You felt trapped in there. Almost not being able to breathe.

You walk through the main entrance, happy when the fresh air hit your face.

Sitting in that meeting made you realize one thing. You’re tired of doing things you don’t want to do for someone who doesn’t appreciate you.

You’ve made up your mind. You want out of the contract.

                                                      - time jump-

You ignored every call and text from Christian and Dabin, Christian obviously didn’t know Dabin snitched on him. Which was obvious through his texts.

You nearly threw up reading Christian’s messages. He called you for about 15 times in between those texts, Dabin on the other hand blew up your phone like there was no tomorrow.

You delete your call history wiping away the evidence of Dabin calling you around 43 times from 10:00 AM to 12:45 PM.

Dabin was a protective/worried friend who would always check on you from time to time. Mostly you didn’t mind, but today was not the day.

You stand in your kitchen making some of your special mac and cheese, when you hear the door open. Dabin knows where you leave your spare key, so he always just enters unannounced, probably knowing that if he rang the doorbell you wouldn’t have answered the door anyway.

Dabin followed the smell of food to your kitchen and sees you standing in your pajama shorts and tank top stirring in a pot.

He sighed. “Smells good.” Is the first thing he says.

You turn around giving him a look. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You know I could be an axe murdered who just showed up. You might be a little more alert next time” He says sitting on your kitchen counter looking at you dumbfounded.

“Well Dabin, axe murderers don’t announce that they’re coming over.” You say a little more bitchy then you intended, walking over to a cabinet and grabbing two bowls.  

Dabin’s eyes followed you. He sighed grabbing your wrist when you walked passed him again.

“What, you don’t want some?” you ask emotionless.

“Y/n” he says in an almost pleading tone. “Talk. To. Me” he takes the bowls from you grabbing you by your shoulders trapping you so he could inspect your face.

You look at him with a frustrated frown. “What is there to talk about. Christian is an asshole. He hurt my feelings more then he ever did before last night, and he acts like he didn’t do shit. I had to keep my shit together at that meeting, seeing her stroll into that meeting with HIS hoody on.” You spit out. “I just can’t believe he played me like that. As if I’m on of his bitches”

Dabin closes his eyes. “It’s a fucking mess y/n I don’t know what to say. I told him. I told him you two needed to talk and clear up some issues between the two of you and then he does shit like that. It just baffles my mind. It’s like he agrees with everything I say and forgets after like 5 minutes just to do the shit he’s always done.”

You sigh at his words. Christian is the carefree type. He’ll do what he wants or needs to do. No one can tell him otherwise besides you. Or so you thought.

Dabin pulled you in between his legs and enveloped his arms around you hugging you tightly, trying to comfort you but physical contact when you’re having a hard time always leads to you crying.

“Even if he needed me around for the money and recognition for DPR he might as well be a little nicer to me. At least now I know he’s not using me, he’s just a genuine asshole” you blurt out.

“I’m sorry.” He says sighing into your hair.

“Don’t be, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine for believing him and falling under his spell again after he decided to be nice to me for more than 10 minutes.” You sniff into his chest.

“Don’t cry” he says letting go of you wiping away your tears with his thumbs. Dabin felt indifferent about your harsh words on his best friend. Even though what Christian did was fucked up, Dabin knows his heart, and it wasn’t like this. There had to be some kind of explanation to all of his shitty behavior lately.

“I don’t know what has gotten into him lately. Maybe there’s an explanation to all of this.” He says getting off the counter taking the bowls into his hands and giving you one.

“Right” you say rolling your eyes. Dabin will be mortified once he finds out you’ll buy out your contract with DPR. You’re not ready to tell him yet, so you quickly change the subject.

“Let’s just eat, and chill for a while.” You say putting some of your delicious looking special mac and cheese recipe into his bowl, handing him a fork.

He nods giving you a smile. “I actually just came by for your cooking you know.” He jokes to lighten the mood.

“Yeah I figured.” You chuckle.

                                                     - time jump -

Christian hesitated to ring your doorbell so he decided to peek through the window.

He didn’t know how to feel when he saw Dabin and you on the floor of your living room just smiling and talking away.

“Is this why she’s ignoring me, because she’s with him?” he whispers to himself in disbelief.

He frowns thinking back to what Dabin said to him in the club last night.

“y/n is loyal, funny, hella cute and hard working. She always puts up with your shit, she takes care of you when your legs won’t carry you anymore, yet you’re out here fucking around, knowing she has feelings for you, which you do too, even though you always try to deny it.”

Did Dabin just want you to himself all this time? Is that what that little outburst of him was.

Still he couldn’t believe his eyes, watching you. Like nothing happened between the two of you last night. He scoffed “wahhh-chiencha”

There’s only one way to find out what is going on right?

Christian rang your doorbell patiently waiting for you to open the door.

                                                         - inside -

“I honestly think I need a nap after all of that food.” Dabin says throwing his head back.

You got up taking the bowls from your coffee table. “Just get comfortable I don’t care” you say walking to your kitchen. Just as you put your bowls in the sink you hear your doorbell ring.

“I’ll get it” Dabin says yawning, walking towards the front door.

You wonder who it’d be, but you expected a package today so you didn’t think much of it.

“Hyung?” you hear Dabin’s voice echo through your house.

You look up in shock, realizing that could only be one person.

“What are you doing here mate?” Christian asked stepping inside. You quickly dried your hands walking towards the noise.

“I could ask the same of you” you say to Christian standing in the doorway to your hall. You were furious. Where did he find the fucking nerve to show up here unannounced?

Dabin closed his eyes. “Fuck” he whispered under his breath.

“What do you mean, why are you even angry? I called you like 20 times. Is it that hard to pick up your phone? Or were you too busy messing around with Dabinnie here?” Christian spat out to you.

“What the fuck did I do wrong?” Dabin asks cocking his head to the side looking at Christian dumbfounded.

You give him an angry look, balling your fists out of frustration.

“Get the fuck out of my house Christian.” You say crossing your arms. “I’m serious.”

“No” Christian simply stated. “Not until I know what the fuck is going on here and why you are so angry with me”

“Really Ian?” Dabin said to Christian in awe of his denseness to the situation.

Christian ignored him turning his attention to you.

“Y/n?” Christian said with an impatient tone.

“You went home with Yura. Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Really Christian. Even after what you said last night. Is that what you were sorry for? Because you already knew then and there that that’s what you were going to do once you returned to the club!?” you yell at him. You try your hardest to choke back your tears, but your voice already cracked multiple times.

Christian looked at you with wide eyes, finally realizing the situation.

“I-I didn’t go home with her y/n she went home with me” Christian says not thinking of how that just sounded still shocked by your outburst.

“Like that’ll make it better dude” Dabin says giving him a ‘bitch did you really just say that’ look.

You just look at him dumbfounded walking away from him and from confrontation, not wanting to cry in front of him anymore. You slam the door that divided your living room from the hallway behind you. “I want both of you out of here.” You say as calm as you could sound in the situation. The fact that you were crying was clearly audible from the sound of your voice.

Dabin slowly turned to Christian. “Hyung, you’re putting me in the most awkward position of my life right now.”

“I didn’t fuck Yura.” Christian says throwing his hands up in the air. “I didn’t. She was shitfaced drunk! What was I supposed to do!?” Christian fired his anger towards Dabin this time.

“Get her a fucking cab maybe?” Dabin yelled back. He had enough of this shit. He hated to be in the middle of his two best friends. “Let’s just both leave okay? She is in no state to listen to you.

Her judgment is clouded by anger right now. Talk to her tomorrow or when she’s ready.” Dabin calmly stated grabbing his older friend by his shoulders trying to get through to him.

“I hate that she thinks I would do something like that. I hate that she’s crying because of me.” Christian says looking into Dabin’s eyes. Hoping to find answers to questions he didn’t even ask yet.

“Hyung. Come on, let’s leave. Don’t make her angrier than she is right now”

“I don’t want to leave her.”

“It’s not about what you want right now Ian.” Dabin said letting go of Chrstian’s shoulders.

Christian simply nodded agreeing with Dabin, unable to wrap his head around the situation. He felt defeated. Defeated in a battle he didn’t even get to fight in.

Dabin drove Christian home. It was a silent car ride but the two of them didn’t have to speak to know what was on their minds. Of course it was you.

Christian closed his eyes. Frustrated and heartbroken when he imagined you all alone in your apartment, crying over something that didn’t even happen.

He planned to confess to you before he came to your apartment and talk everything through that had been happening over the past few weeks. He could have been hugging and kissing you right now, but a night that was supposed to be the start of something new for the both of you, turned out to be a night he could never have imagined.

“If she would’ve just let me explain” Christian whispers to himself staring out the car window.


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Just a Broken Leg

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This took me way too long to post. Requested by @thats-so-rhyan and i hope y’all like it. Kinda a long one and I’ve never played nor watched lacrosse being played so if this is completely wrong, please don’t judge me. 

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Frankly, Tim was having a terrible day. He’d broken his wrist a week ago, which meant no patrol, and he’d finished all the work he could do from home. He was going stir-crazy— wandering aimlessly around his apartment, checking and rechecking his equipment. In the end he’d driven to the manor, hoping for something to do, but the house had been empty all night. He’d clicked through Netflix episodes until the early hours of the morning, fallen asleep on the couch, and woken up exhausted.

At least Dick wasn’t doing any better. He called to check in while Tim was headed downstairs, complaining about a streak of murders in his neighborhood that he hadn’t been able to solve. Tim put him on speaker when he hit the kitchen, set his phone on the counter, and nodded to Damian, who was already at the table. Damian didn’t look up from his newspaper.

“Drake. You look half-dead.”

“You’ve looked worse.” Tim pulled the pancake mix from the shelf and turned around in time to see Damian slowly lower his paper, clearly scandalized. Tim decided he was too tired to care.

“We need to work on your sense of self preservation,” sighed Dick. “Hey, Damian. Try not to stab anyone.”

“No promises.” Damian glared pointedly in Tim’s direction and went back to his paper.

“Anyway, Tim, listen— I have to go. I’ve been awake for forty hours, and this isn’t getting any easier.”

“Have you considered taking a break?”

“This was my break.” Dick stifled a yawn. “I’ll be fine.”

Tim figured he probably would be, until he saw Damian’s eyes narrow. Uh oh. As Dick clicked off the line, Damian folded up his newspaper and made for the door. Tim followed him into the hallway, grinning. He was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

“So what are you going to do to him?”

“Go away, Drake.”

“Slip him sleep meds? Break into his apartment and badger him into submission?”

“Leave.”

“You’re not going to physically fight him, are you?”

“No.” Damian swept inside his bedroom, slamming the door in Tim’s face. “Mind your own business.”

“Damian, c’mon, I just want to know if I have enough time to make popcorn.” No answer. Tim leaned against the doorframe, listening to Damian clatter around inside. “If this is about what I said in the kitchen, I’m sorry about the dead joke.”

Damian’s voice came out muffled behind the wood. “No you’re not.”

Okay, fine. He wasn’t. “Seriously, tell me what you’re planning to do.”

“I’m going to ask him politely to go to sleep.”

“That’s it?” Tim pulled away from the wall, disappointed— and maybe a little irritated. He knew from personal experience that if he went that long without sleeping, Damian started pulling out sedatives. As tired as he was of Damian’s over the top interventions, Tim had always assumed they were over the top because that’s how Damian did things. From the right angle, he was almost being nice. But if he wasn’t going to do it to Dick…

“How come you don’t—” Tim cut himself off as Damian’s door swung open. 

“Because Grayson values my opinion and me as a person, so if I ask him to take care of himself, he will. Because Grayson listens to to me.” Damian swung his laptop bag over his shoulder, shot Tim a look that said (very clearly) unlike some people, and marched back up the hall. 

“That’s not…” Tim stood for a few seconds, arms crossed, then hurried after Damian. “Okay, that’s not fair. I listen to you. Or at least I would if you ever asked me for anything.”

“I do,” said Damian. “You don’t.”

“Since when?” Tim couldn’t remember ignoring any requests— Damian didn’t talk to him that often, and most of what he did say was insulting. Tim could remember a few comments about his life habits, sure, but no questions. Damian never asked.

Alright, maybe that was Damian’s version of asking. 

“Fine.” Tim caught up with Damian at the front door, while he was fishing for his keys. “I’ll pay more attention next time.” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m thrilled. Can you drive me to Grayson’s apartment?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Finally, something to do. He’d been lying around for days, and he was starting to feel like dead weight. Useless. Anyway, Tim wanted to see how this played out— Dick was stubborn, and Tim wasn’t sure that he would cooperate as easily as Damian predicted. He was as much of a workaholic as any of them.

“I’ll get my keys.” 

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So I made a delivery tonight, and when I dropped the pizzas off the guy goes, “Don’t expect your tip to be very much since you gave us such a great deal.” I was confused as fuck because I didn’t even take the order, so I don’t know what deals or coupons he got. But he ordered 4 supreme pizzas and 2 things of ranch and had it delivered, $71.13 in total. And then he goes, “I hope y'all enjoyed raping us, ‘cuz we sure enjoyed it.”

First of all, that is an inappropriate thing to say to anybody ever for any reason. And if you are pissed that pizza costs so much, guess who can’t do anything about it at all? That’s right, the driver. I’m literally the bottom of the chain of command. I don’t set prices, I just drive pizza from point a to point b.

Secondly, I’m super tired of people whining about how much it costs. You aren’t just paying for the ingredients for a pizza. You’re paying for someone else to make it for you. You’re paying for the lights and oven to be on in a building that’s open 14 hours a day where your pizza is made for you. You’re paying for someone to drive it to your front door. It’s not cheap. Buy a frozen pizza.and bake it at home if you want cheap. Besides, you are the idiot if you pay full price for pizza period, end of story. You can look up all of the coupons online and pick the best one.

Thirdly, you obviously didn’t pay attention in economics because if you wanted to stick it to the man, you shouldn’t have ordered the pizza. Corporate isn’t going to drop the cost of pizza because you didn’t tip the driver, they would only drop the prices if people stopped ordering so much pizza and then told corporate they stopped ordering because it costs so much. The pizza chain got their money when you gave me the $72, the only person affected in any way by you not tipping is me.

But thirdly, I don’t need your tip anyway. I made $40 without your tip because other customers aren’t whiny babies.

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

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I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Definitely”

“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

There’s this guy at the park who got there early, and he’s using the park barbecue to cook up some sausages like he’s got the monopoly on barbecued sausages. The only problem with that assumption? He doesn’t. Not by a long shot, and it makes you mad as hell. Don’t you have rights? Shouldn’t you be able to barbecue some sausages if you want to? What is this – Sharia Law?

Last time you checked, it wasn’t Sharia Law, so you walk over to the barbecue to give the guy a piece of your mind. But when you get there, the guy gives you a big grin and says, “Tell me if you want to barbecue your own sausages. I’ll move mine over. There’ll be plenty of room for us both!”

You don’t have any sausages, and you nearly tell him so. But then you remember this is probably just a sneaky power play to trick you out of what’s rightfully yours: a barbecued sausage! Don’t you deserve that? At least that? Maybe considerably more?

“I want a sausage,” you tell him brusquely, and suddenly his attitude changes! “Not happening,” he tells you, and starts angrily flipping the sausages. “I’ve got a lot of hungry mouths to feed. Why should I give you a free sausage? I paid for these, and I need all of them. Every last one!”

If there’s a thing other than Sharia Law you won’t abide, it’s being perceived as ideologically inconsistent, so in keeping with your firmly held principles of freedom of expression and freedom of capital, you make the guy an offer.

“Two dollars,” you tell him.

“Are you lowballing me?”

“Fine,” you say. “Three dollars.”

The guy winces and shakes his head.

“Five dollars,” you tell him. “Final offer.”

He’s counting something off on his fingers, and eventually he stops and says “With my overheads? I’d be robbing myself if I let one go for less than nine dollars.”

“Seven,” you tell him firmly. He nods. “But no sauce.” He sticks out a hand.

“No deal,” you counter. “I need unlimited condiment access and two napkins.” You turn on your heel and start walking away.

“Wait!” he calls out. “You can have the condiments and napkins. Seven it is.”

“Deal’s off,” you tell him. “Now I’m thinking closer to five.”

Eventually you hammer out a deal you can both agree on. By now it’s dark and everyone’s gone home. You pay for your sausage and eat it, and as you slowly drive out of the parking lot, the guy runs up to you and gestures for you to wind down your window. “All my other buyers dropped out,” he tells you. “I’d be happy to sell you the batch for the one off price of $30.”

You give him your broker’s number and hit the gas. A smile creeps across your face: you’ll be surprised if you part with less than $15 for the lot!

1. The popular geek.

Originally posted by certifiedtaehyung

BTS (Taehyung & Jungkook )x Reader 


Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool au
Warning: Drugs, Alcohol.
Word count: 5k

TPG 2

Summary: Having a popular older brother is not all that it seems.
Hoseok is the popular half of the Jung siblings, he parties, and lives by his own rules. A true bad boy.
Y/N is the geek half of the Jung siblings, she loves to organize roleplaying games with her friends and lives by the rules laid out for her. A true goody two shoes.
But when Y/N gets mixed up in two of Hoseok’s friends her normal ‘geek’ life start to take an unexpected turn.


Fingers glide over the pink fabric of a fuzzy sweater, trying to smooth out the unwanted wrinkles. Wiggling the brown leather belt a bit more up Y/N gave herself a last look in the mirror to see if anything was out of place. Y/N didn’t care much for her appearance, but she did care if she would be walking around school with a huge stain on her jeans or sweater. She wasn’t ready for that kind of humiliation.

“Kids, breakfast!” Her mother yelled from downstairs.

“Coming!” Y/N yelled back. Turning away from the mirror she grabbed her black backpack and her red high top converse and began to run down the stairs.
“No running down the stairs!” Her mother warned, but by the time she said that Y/N was already downstairs, practically launching herself into the kitchen with a big smile.
“Good morning!” She chirped. Her mother who was behind the stove turned around to give her an equally bright smile “morning dear, have you seen your brother on your way down?” By the mentioning of her brother Y/N grimaced “Mom, it’s morning please don’t ruin it.” Y/N’s mother let out a deep sigh as she went back to her frying pan.
Taking a seat at the dining table Y/N furrowed as she missed a second person at the table who was usually nose deep in the morning newspaper.

“Mom, where’s dad?” Her mother gulped at the question, preparing herself for the storm that was about to come. “He left early this morning.”

“He-He what? He can’t do that!” Y/N yelled “He was my ride to school? How else am I going to school?” Turning off the fire Y/N’s mother brought the frying pan over to Y/N, sliding the bacon on her plate before taken a few steps back.
“Well, you’re brother offered to take you.” And here comes the storm.

“Excuse me? He is going to take me?”

“You aren’t the only one who’s unhappy about this.” Speaking of the devil. Entering the kitchen in all leather came in Y/N’s brother. “Then why did you agree?” Y/N asked her voice laced with venom. “Because dad pays me hella cash for driving a twerp like you.”
Before Y/N could jam her fork inside of her brother their mother stepped in “enough! It’s morning. Now Hoseok, sit down and have breakfast with us.” Hoseok shook his head as he reached out for an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the table. As he took the apple he “accidentally” hit Y/N across the head.
Glaring at him Hoseok simply shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry mom, the teacher asked me if I could come to school early.”

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TASK!

I want my followers to be cuter. I want all of my slaves to go get a mani/pedi. It can be in a place where you don’t know anyone but I prefer it to be somewhere where someone you know might show up.

Rules:
1. Must choose pink nail polish
2. Must agree to everything every woman says
3. Must not look into women’s eyes unless spoken to
4. Must not talk to a woman unless spoken to
5. Must pay double for the mani/pedi

When finished:
You must go to a drive through and order food… pay for the food… and then you get to eat the food. I hope they don’t see your finger nails. Then when you get home report to me writing one paragraph only.

Alex Standall x Reader One Shot

Can you write a fic where the reader calls Alex in the middle of the night saying she wants fast food and then Alex goes and picks them up (even tho its 1 am) and takes them to go get food and maybe a even a little dance/singing party in the car on the way to the fast food place (Ooh and could they maybe even stop somewhere and sit on top of his car staring at the stars and talking and thats when Alex realizes he loves her) if its not to much? (sorry im such a hoe for all this)

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mysteriousblackangel  asked:

Okay this is going to sound really stupid, but whatever. Could you maybe do some headcanons on McCree, Reaper, Junkrat, and Roadhog (or anyone else you want to do) about trying to teach a new recruit how to drive? It can be platonic or romantic. I really like you're stuff by the way!

McCree:
[Romantic]

  • He didn’t want to tell you how bad you were at first, just kind of laughing and making comments how “the bulls back home rose easier than this
  • If you had anyone else other than your boyfriend teacher, things might’ve progressed a little faster because he avoided the reviews at the end of the lesson with sneaky make out sessions… The seats were very comfy!
  • Despite the many distractions, Jesse finally clocked up the courage to actually help you improve your driving rather than using the time to get you alone.

Reaper:
[Crushing]

  • You felt that he was intimidating at first, you’re scared to make any mistakes in front of him in case he’ll lose his cool with you
  • Surprisingly, he’s very patient. He’s also good at explaining things so driving was slowly becoming easier to learn with him
  • Soon, driving lessons with him became your favourite time of the week – probably because you felt a little giddy every time he complimented you

Junkrat:
[Platonic]

  • He had the most insane tactics in teaching you, making up all these silly names and movements to help you remember how to drive, but you’d be damned if you said it didn’t work
  • The other heroes thought the two of you were insane when you were catching up in the break room and reviewing your lessons. You were talking in another language to them
  • You passed the quickest with him, earning a huge hug from Junkrat himself. Yeah, that was going to be a huge ego boost for quite a while

Roadhog:
[Platonic]

  • He does this thing where he’ll put his hand out to protect you every time you brake suddenly, sighing and telling you to ‘try that again… only better’
  • He’d snigger when you accidentally hit a bin over because he likes the idea of destruction, but he’d resort to scolding you afterwards because it was ‘unprofessional’
  • However, his tough love payed off and you were driving like a pro sooner than you thought. You even received compliments from others on how smooth you were driving
Laser Tag with Peter Parker would include...

• Aunt May driving you there
• Squeezing in the back seat with Peter and Ned
• Peter being embarrassed that his aunt had to drive you guys, so he pays for your ticket.
• And Ned’s
• You and Peter being put on opposing teams
• Teaming up with Ned
• Wondering how on earth Peter was moving so fast
• He couldn’t open a jar by himself a month ago
• Peter using the dim lighting to his advantage and using his powers
• Catching Peter doing a front flip
• He tries to cover up by falling over his own feet afterwards
• Peter being more competitive than you ever knew he was
• Your competitive side starting to show as well
• But he’s somehow unstoppable
• You’re slowly giving up on this silly game
• Peter finally backs you into a corner
• Surprisingly he lowers his gun
• And kisses you
• And then proceeds to shoot you

first date headcannons

ponyboy

- nervous sweating

- constantly rubbing his palms down his thighs

- looking at you often and smiling to himself

- gets ready 2 hours before he goes and picks you up

- nErVoUS cHuckLinG

- “is it hot in here?”

- blushing when you call him out for being nervous 

- ends with him walking you home and receiving a kiss on the cheek than skipping all the way home

johnny:  

- picking flowers from other people’s gardens

- his hands will remain in the pockets of his jean jacket for most of the night

- not really looking you in the eyes

- knee bouncing

- starts the night off with slow conversations 

- which later turns into lots of laughing and genuinely getting to know each other

- walking you home but still being as nervous as he was when he picked you up

steve:

- picks you up in his car that he washed and cleaned just for you

- picks you up 30 minutes early

- triple checked to make sure that there wasn’t any chocolate cake on his face

- went to soda for advice

- smiled when he saw you walking out the door and thinking,’how did i get this lucky?’

- buys you a milkshake 

- buys your whole mean even though you protested for 10 minutes

- telling you funny stories or jokes just to see you smile

- driving you home 

- meaning to kiss you on the cheek but you turning to thank him and ooOo

darry: 

- smiling the WHOLE night you’re with him

- taking you dancing

- but you’re kinda shy bc he’s good 

- helping you out

- laughing more than dancing

- dancing pretty close to each other

- ending the night with sore feet but all giddy

two-bit: 

- walking to your house

- checking you out often

- not really being nervous but anxious because he really wants this to happen again

- jokes, jokes, jokes

- complementing you on your laugh

- and your hair

- and your clothes

- paying for both of you

- after you say something that makes him laugh him shaking his head and smiling

- rolling your eyes at a few vulgar things he says

sodapop:

- asking darry for advise because you are a little out of his league

- even though he has been on a few dates, this is the one is the one he has been the most nervous for

- asking ponyboy how he looks five times before leaving to pick you up

- lots of nervous giggling on both parts

- still being nervous after the ice was broken

- not letting you pay even though you protested

- driving you home

- walking you up to the door step

- “can we go out again soon, please?” 

- nodding and kissing him before going inside and sliding down the wall wondering wtf just happened 

dally:

- picking you up almost an hour after he said he would

- explaining why but you don’t really fall for it

- cracking jokes to make you forgive hum for being late

- complimenting you on your appearance

- being really chill about paying for the cokes even though you told him three times how thoughtful it was

- actually putting a little effort in looking decent for you

- although he wants to act like he doesn’t care, he was a little nervous before

- asking you two questions about yourself before talking about new york

- walking you home 

- “so are we doing this again of what?”

Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^




“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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