Dameeki

       “I swear if I have to tell one more girl that I’m not going to prom, I’m going to fly off the handle,” Dave told you as a very sad looking girl sauntered away from the two of you, “How many times can I say that high school prom is the last place a cool kid like me would ever be caught? Only those stupid cool wannabes would even consider that.”       Really that boy was starting to piss you off. A whole week of subtle and not so subtle hints that you wanted him to ask you to prom and he obliviously says things like that. Or maybe it’s not so oblivious and he’s really trying to tell you th

You felt as though any source of laughter – any source of a smile – had been slowly sucked out of your soul. In other words, you felt like crap. You sat on your bed, feet tired, feeling empty. You had changed from your previous outfit into lounge clothes, attempting to calm your nerves with some quiet. It was all because of that stupid school dance. What you were expecting was a night of dancing and laughter with your friends. But you got the complete opposite. All night, your friends had only worried about guys. Guys, guys, guys. Half the time, they looked around timidly like idiots, trying to see if a male student would not

[Dirk x Reader] Jolting awake from the most recent bout of nightmares, [Name] sighed as she sat up in her bed. Pulling her knees to her chin, she rested her head on them and stared out the large bedroom window. She smiled slightly at how the moon glowed without a care in the world. Most of the city around her was sleeping, but yet, she could not. A small snore broke her out of her ponderings as she looked to her left with a grin. Her boyfriend of three years was laying there, splayed out like a rag doll. His pointed shades were laying on the bedside table while his unkempt blonde hair was messier than it normally was on one of his good days

You stumbled out of bed as you heard someone pounding on the door, grabbing a flannel and pulling it on. You buttoned it as you walked to the door, standing on your tiptoes and peering out the peephole. You jumped in surprise as arms wrapped around your waist, turning around and finding yourself face to, well, chest, with Sam. You smiled, especially when you realized that he was wearing a flannel as well, this one a lot smaller and tighter, barely clinging to his muscular chest. You chuckled, glancing down at your flannel which hung down almost to your knees, then back at his. His boxers were clearly visible against the short shirt and you

You sighed in contentment, lounging on Tony’s floor of Stark Tower while munching on a stick of pocky. You were Bruce’s cousin, and you worked with him and Tony in the lab, living at Stark Tower with them. Over time though, you had developed a crush on the self-proclaimed genius, billionaire, Playboy, philanthropist. And truth be told, it sucked. He was, obviously, a Playboy, a fact which you hated. Why would he ever like an average, boring scientist like you? You were watching some shitty reality show, snorting when the several of the main girls got in a cat fight, scratching at each other and pulling each other’s hair. &

You adjusted the glasses on your nose and leaned in to look through the microscope again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you pulled them off completely, microscopes are not particularly friendly to those with glasses and in truth you really only needed them when you were tired. The slide with blood came through clearly this time and you scribbled some notes on a pad next to you. You were the top forensic blood spatter analyst in the UK and it kept you rather busy and alone most of the time. Honestly that was how you preferred it, the living were cruel and overly complex and the dead were quiet and, frankly, simple. When your jazzy ringtone

        “This must be the place. It's so big, I hope I can learn quickly.” Nervous and a little scared, you knocked on the heavy wooden door of what was to be your new home. Taking a deep breath, you did your very best to appear confident and ready for whatever may lie ahead. The door opened slowly. A frail looking boy with bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stood in the now ajar doorway. “Oh, it's you, come in.” The boy quickly ushered you inside and led you into a large kitchen. Another man, very tall, with midnight black hair was standing by the sink scrubbing the remains of last nights meal from the dishes.

You close your laptop, rubbing your sleepy eyes. Today you had to work 7 hours, the entire time standing, cleaning, and serving customers, and then you just finished the assignment that was due the next day. Ahhh... I wish it wasn’t always last minute with my assignments... Starting to slowly stand and stretch, you stagger to change into your pyjamas and brush your teeth. Sighing, you collapse on your bed, tired and exhausted from work and university, and hoping that you are actually able to sleep tonight. But, unfortunately, instead of pleasant sleep, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by pillows, your mind starts to linger on other th

As soon as you entered the benriya household, you kicked off your shoes and collapsed on one of the couches, unsurprised to see Nic already curled up on the other, watching you lazily. “Ughh,” you groaned, holding your arm over your eyes as you slumped into the cushions. “I am never getting up again.” You thought you heard Nic grunt in agreement, though it may have been your imagination. You had been out running errands all morning, and to make matters worse, you were operating on just three hours of sleep. If you ever had to smile and wish yet another customer a good day again, your head would explode. “Aww, al