#MMIH

[jiminomenon]

valentines special!

pairing: punk! karina x mean girl! reader

word count: 1.3k+

summary: valentine’s day was just another overrated holiday—until jimin turned it into a full-blown spectacle. from an obnoxious banner over y/n’s locker to stuffing her arms with roses, jimin made sure everyone knew exactly who y/n belonged to. despite y/n’s endless complaints, jimin only doubled down, dragging her away for a surprise rooftop date with takeout and chocolates. annoyed but secretly soft, y/n let her win—just this once. not that she’d ever say it out loud.

from my series: match made in hell

valentine’s day was overrated. the flowers, the chocolates, the desperate attempts to prove love in one day—it was all so unbearably cliché. y/n had always looked down on it, rolling their eyes at the couples who paraded through the halls like they were starring in a low-budget rom-com.

she didn’t do romance. she did power. control. having people wrapped around her finger just to let them go the second they got too close.

and yet, somehow, jimin had wormed her way past all of y/n’s walls.

where y/n broke hearts, jimin broke rules. where y/n ruled the school, jimin ruled the streets. where y/n thrived off making people crave their attention, jimin was the only one who didn’t play along—because she already had it.

which was why y/n should’ve known better than to expect jimin to ignore valentine’s day.

they barely made it through the entrance of the school before being ambushed.

balloons—black and pink, because jimin had to keep some edge to the whole ordeal—lined their locker. but the real kicker was the massive, messy banner hanging above it, spray-painted in red like some crime scene message.

“mine. forever. get over it.”

y/n’s eyes twitched.

the hall was packed, and people were staring. whispering. y/n could already hear their names being thrown around in hushed voices, laced with awe and jealousy.

then there was jimin, leaning against the lockers with her usual smug grin, ripped jeans and leather jacket giving her that effortless bad-girl look she knew drove people crazy.

“what the hell is this?” y/n asked, voice flat.

jimin popped a lollipop into her mouth, tilting her head. “a declaration of love, obviously.”

y/n exhaled through her nose, already feeling a headache coming on. “this is humiliating.”

“and yet, you’re still standing here looking hot as hell,” jimin mused. “so, i think i did something right.”

before y/n could snap at her, jimin whistled. suddenly, a group of her delinquent friends appeared, each carrying a bouquet of deep red roses—real ones, expensive ones, the kind y/n would never admit to liking.

one by one, they handed them to y/n until their arms were completely full.

“jimin.” y/n’s voice dropped an octave, laced with warning.

“what?” she leaned in close, lowering her voice. “you think i’m gonna let some loser try to shoot their shot with you today? had to make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

y/n pursed her lips, ignoring the way her heart pounded at her words.

“you’re insane,” she muttered.

“and you love it.” jimin grinned, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against y/n’s cheek, right in front of everyone.

whispers erupted around them. someone gasped.

y/n scoffed, shoving the flowers into jimin’s hands. “you’re carrying these.”

jimin only smirked, tucking one behind y/n’s ear. “anything for you, princess.”

the chaos didn’t stop there.

the rest of the day was filled with jimin’s shameless displays of affection.

she skipped her classes to walk y/n to hers, stealing bites of her lunch and draping herself over her shoulders like a clingy cat. she slid love notes into their pockets (most of them inappropriate), charmed the teachers into excusing her lateness, and made a show of glaring at anyone who even looked at y/n for too long.

by last period, y/n was exhausted.

they barely had time to breathe before jimin was dragging them out of school, her grip firm yet gentle as she led them to her motorcycle parked just outside.

“we’re ditching,” she announced.

y/n raised a brow. “and where, exactly, are you taking me?”

jimin tossed her a helmet. “it’s a surprise.”

y/n narrowed her eyes. “if this is some grand romantic gesture, i’m—”

jimin rolled her eyes. “just get on.”

reluctantly, y/n did, wrapping her arms around jimin’s waist as she sped off.

they ended up at an abandoned rooftop, overlooking the city just as the sun started to set.

a picnic blanket was laid out, complete with takeout from y/n’s favorite restaurant and a box of chocolate-covered strawberries.

y/n stared.

“say something,” jimin said, rubbing the back of her neck. “this is the most effort i’ve ever put into anything.”

y/n slowly turned to her. “you… actually planned this?”

“yeah, yeah, don’t make it weird,” jimin muttered, flopping down onto the blanket.

y/n sat beside her, watching as the sky turned shades of pink and orange.

“you’re ridiculous,” she said softly.

jimin smirked. “and yet, you’re still here.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but when jimin reached for their hand, they didn’t pull away.

jimin’s fingers traced lazy patterns on y/n’s palm, her usual cocky smirk softening just a little under the glow of the setting sun. it was almost unsettling—almost.

y/n clicked their tongue. “you’re really trying to be all romantic right now, huh?”

jimin scoffed, biting into a chocolate-covered strawberry. “romantic? please. i just like watching you get all flustered.”

y/n snatched the box from her hands, popping one into their mouth. “you’re so full of yourself.”

“and yet, here you are,” jimin teased, leaning in so close their noses nearly touched. “sitting on a rooftop with me, eating strawberries, holding my hand like some lovesick idiot.”

y/n refused to let her win. she tilted her head, gaze dropping to jimin’s lips.

“you’re the one who planned this whole thing just to impress me,” she murmured. “so, really, who’s the lovesick idiot here?”

jimin’s smirk faltered for half a second.

then, with a huff, she leaned back, flopping dramatically onto the blanket. “fine, you got me. i’m obsessed with you. madly in love. completely whipped. whatever.”

y/n hummed, pretending to think. “i like the sound of that.”

jimin groaned. “you’re unbearable.”

y/n grinned, lying down beside her. “and yet, you’re still here.”

silence settled between them, comfortable and warm. below, the city buzzed with life, but up here, it was just them. no distractions. no expectations.

just them.

jimin shifted onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. “you never told me if you liked it.”

y/n blinked. “liked what?”

“all this.” jimin gestured vaguely at the setup. “the banner, the flowers, the whole valentine’s day thing.”

y/n let out a breath, staring up at the sky.

she had never been the type to care for grand gestures, never cared for romance beyond what she could use to her advantage. but jimin wasn’t just some disposable admirer.

she was jimin.

y/n turned her head, meeting her gaze. “it was stupid.”

jimin’s expression barely changed, but y/n caught the flicker of something in her eyes before they continued.

“but… it was also kind of nice.”

jimin’s lips twitched.

“kind of?” she echoed.

y/n smirked. “don’t get ahead of yourself.”

jimin huffed out a laugh before reaching for y/n’s face, brushing their hair back.

“happy valentine’s day, princess,” she murmured.

y/n rolled her eyes, but when jimin leaned in, she didn’t pull away.

jimin’s breath was warm against y/n’s lips, the space between them shrinking with every passing second. y/n could feel her heartbeat hammering in her chest, but she refused to let jimin see how much she affected her.

“if you’re expecting me to say it back, don’t hold your breath,” y/n murmured, tilting her chin up slightly.

jimin chuckled, eyes flickering down to their lips. “who said i needed you to say anything?”

and then, finally, she kissed her.

it wasn’t soft, it wasn’t sweet—it was everything jimin was. reckless, consuming, and just a little cocky. she kissed y/n like she had something to prove, like she wanted to remind she exactly who she belonged to.

y/n, for all their pride and stubbornness, melted into it anyway.

jimin grinned against her lips, tugging her closer. “took you long enough to give in.”

y/n pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, smirking as she tangled her fingers in the collar of jimin’s jacket.

“shut up and kiss me again.”

jimin didn’t need to be told twice.

[abloomingperiod]

wiat wiat wait where is the ughcore acc the one that was writing match made in hell what happened my heart is on the floor are they ok????????????????

[adonis-koo]

I mean I could work on chapter 17 of wicked OR I could finally release MMIH because after all these years, I feel like I should definitely kick the freaky and fucked vibes of my stories up a bit

[foxes-that-run]

Wolves

In the OOTW tour screens (recreated in the TV Lyric video) Taylor is a wolf, an apex predator (apex popstar) running with a peer partner through the woods. The tour screens came before the MV where Taylor was alone, hunted before solitarily leading the pack.

When the music video came out Taylor liked multiple posts confirming they represent the wolves media & GP (Below) pulling them apart. I think the change in her role indicates it’s more complex than media/GP, it’s also her own fame. She is not just prey, she is a wolf herself. In TTPD I think we have a deeper look at the things tearing at her yes fans & media but fame & industry also.

This meaning of wolves as dark side of fame is particular interesting with Daylight where the muse ran with the wolves and wouldn’t settle down, as in they chose to be pursue fame, similar to the lost boys in Peter:

Daylight: Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

In GAS Taylor is dreaming of the wolf muse and contemplating what that would mean for her life:

Guilty as Sin?: I dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

In the Prophecy Taylor is a wolf again, but no longer part of the pack, wolves howl at the moon to communicate with other wolves. In that song she was separated from her wolf muse.

The Prophecy: A greater woman stays cool but I howl like a wolf at the moon

Harry

Harry has a custom painted Martin guitar with a wolf and moon he’s used since it was first seen 28 April 2018, it is painted by his friends artist twins Simon and Nikolai Haas (The Haas Brothers)

Harry has a similar Lyric to daylight but running with thieves in MMIH:

MMIH: I walked the streets all day, running with thieves

In St Louis (after he and Taylor were in Chicago) Harry changed thieves to "running with you" a similar meaning of outside force/self/sharing that with a like minded partner:

Taylor liked these posts saying the wolves represented the media and forces tearing them apart. (x, x, x, x, x, x)

[liberalk1tsch]

wip name tag game 🧚🏻✨

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

tagged by the lovely @thesweetnessofspring

my wip files in no particular order:

made of ashes

temporary fix

Dokument uten navn

the loneliest

cruel summer

the kiss you never tasted

mmih

so after

mini wips

Wip💖

tagging @unnamednarrator @16th-of-a-twigg @mage-chocolate and anyone else who wants to do this bc i have no idea who else to tag bc as soon as i get tagged in stuff i suddenly forget every moot ive ever interacted with lol oops

[arkhammaid]

Lewis's outfit looks amazing but i also find it funny that you called that Lewis would not wear red on his first day at Ferrari in your MMIH(AYWIH) fic 😆😆

child of apollo strikes once again lmao

no but seriously, i hope you guys know how excited i am that lewis is at ferrari and how he does it... the pictures eat so fucking hard 🙂‍↕️

[spidernerdsblog]

Snamzjjs ok I just finish going through the blurbs for MMIH (love it btw) so ok if you’re still doing those blurbs could you do one of the first time Tom and reader have sex after she’s had the kids? Like it’s all fluffy and sensual cuz he wants to be gentle with her and make sure she’s ok and not uncomfortable cuz her body changed

Thank you so much!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

Passion

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, lactation kink, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“They're asleep.” Tom says as he walks in your bedroom bare chested in just his grey sweatpants after checking up on your twins in the nursery.

“You're the best, daddy.” You snickered from inside your covers on the bed. It was Tom's idea that you say daddy and mommy in front of your babies so that it would be their first words and you were having quite some fun teasing him about that.

He shakes his head smiling and gets inside the covers pulling you closer. “Anything for you my mama bear.” He kisses you deeply, pressing you against his body and you wince. 

“What's wrong?” Tom pulls back with concern. 

“Nothing, it's just my boobs. They are killing me.”

Tom looked down at your full and round breasts. He cupped them both in his hands and started to gently massage them. “Want daddy to make you feel better, princess?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You whimpered. Tom didn't have to be told twice as he pulled down your nightdress. He didn't think you could get any more beautiful but he was proved wrong. Your body grew stunning more than ever— curvy and voluptuous. His hungry eyes feasted upon your tight swollen breasts, nipples large and darker than usual. They started to leak with the slight stimulation of cold air against your warm skin. 

Supporting a breast in his palm he closes his mouth around a nipple. He sucks gently, swirling his tongue around it and the milk begins to flow, filling his mouth with your sweetness. 

You let out a soft moan of relief. That moan reaches directly down his pants as his cock thickens. You feel his hard length pressed against your stomach and reach out to stroke him through his sweatpants.

“Darling” he says hoarsely looking up at you.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t start anything we won’t be able to finish.”

You chuckle at his pained expression mixed with arousal. “I want you to finish it tonight.” You guide his hand over your soaked panties.

His breath stalls for a second. It’s been two goddamn months since you two had sex besides the few orals and handjobs. It was literally a torture because nothing compares to being buried deep inside you and hearing your loud moans of his name. “Are you sure?”  

“Yes.” you gasp when he runs a finger down your slit. “My recovery period is up, the doctor gave the clearance.” 

Heat and lust clouds his vision as he pushes you back down on the bed and climbs on top of you. He moves to slide your panties down your legs. Latching onto your breast again he trails his fingers up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your delicate folds rubbing the pad of his thumb on your clit in slow circles. Your back arches when he slides in two thick fingers. A loud moan escapes from your mouth which he knows all too well. Your fingers weave through his soft curls as you grind against his fingers.

He curls his fingers inside you hitting that spongy spot and you start to cum, spurting milk in his mouth. Tom continues to rub your pussy wringing the last bit of pleasure out of you to give you the relief you needed. 

“Feel better?”

“A lot.” you pant.

When you come down from your high you push down his sweatpants along with his boxers freeing his thick and hard cock. Tom grabs himself by the head and rubs it between your pussy lips. It slides easily with how wet you are.

“Oh my god.” you moan when he strokes your swollen nub.

Slowly he pushes the tip inside you and you hiss out at the stretch. “Does it hurt?” his brows draw in with concern.

“No! Just go on.” you say urgently.

A groan escapes his mouth as he sinks inside you slowly filling you to the brim. “Shit so tight!” Your warm velvety walls feel like a hot furnace around him. “Oh God I don't think I'm going to last more than ten seconds.” 

“I feel so full, Tom. Really didn’t think it would feel this good.” you blabbered in your lust filled haze.

Tom stills inside you, slightly surprised. “You didn’t think it would be good?”

“I pushed out two babies.” you state out plainly looking down at your body. 

Tom’s gaze softens as he realizes about your insecurity with your body but he wants you to see the way he sees you— strong and beautiful who brought his children in this world. His fingers intertwine with yours as he pins your hands beside your head. “You're perfect, love.” he kisses the tip of your nose. “This pussy is perfect, so warm and wet. I'm in heaven baby.” And thrusts his hips forward to prove it to you making you both moan. 

You clench around him in response and clamp around him tighter. Tom closes his eyes and takes some deep breaths to gain some control so that he doesn't come right away. He then begins to move, setting a steady pace. Hard in, slow out, going deeper with each stroke.

Your breasts rub against his hard chest with every thrust doubling your pleasure. “I'm close.” You whisper and he crashes his mouth to your as your tongues collide against each other greedily. This is it, the love and passion you have for each other. He never felt so connected to you as he does when he is deep inside you, smelling the scent of your skin and hair, the way your legs wrapped around him as he covers your body with his. 

You cry against his mouth as both of you climax together wrapped in each other's arms. After the pleasure of your orgasms subsides Tom collapses next to you breathing hard.

“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to go again.” he mumbles into the mattress. You run a hand down his spine and squeeze his ass. His dick jolts awake with renewed enthusiasm.

“Make it five.” you laugh.

Reblogs are appreciated ❤

[rxbbits]

day 7 - colorful

[thejokersenigma]

Loki x Reader - A Match Made in Hel - Part 18

So, here it is, after a vvvvveeerryyy long break, I’m back trying to write again - let’s just hope I remember what the story is about.... haha

Hope you guys enjoy! x

MAIN MASTERLIST

MMIH MASTERLIST

Hela had thought she’d raised me to not care, I thought bitterly to myself as I snuck my way down the corridor, my path only lit by the small flame I held gently in my palm.

But unlike Ma’am, I was no god. She hoped I wouldn’t feel.

But I do.

And I couldn’t just stand by and watch this.

Any questioning glances I was given as I moved throughout the place was silenced with a simple mention of requiring food as I headed for the pantry. I knew there was a small stone servants corridor that led off from the main kitchen chamber.

One which contained a small window.

I snuffed the flame when I reached the window and hoisted myself up onto the ledge, pushing the pane open before I scrambled out of it.

I glanced down. Two floors up from the ground I knew was beneath despite being obscured from view. It was a decent size fall – something that would jolt me - but it shouldn’t injure me. With that comfort in mind, I let myself drop, landing heavily despite my attempts, and my knees buckled beneath me, pitching me forward onto the grass beneath into a forward roll.

The grass was wet beneath the bank of fog that continued to lie unbroken over the surroundings. Though I had loathed it before, I now thanked it for the cover it provided me from any eyes in the palace above and could only hope my brief drop from the window had gone unobserved.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, but kept myself bent over at the hips as I edged under the fog, my shins damp though I paid no heed to it, knowing I couldn’t risk a fire to try to dry them.

The fog might hide my figure, but the flame would surely glow through.

I headed straight for the closest line of trees - not quite trusting the fog not to have thinned in places,  though I had never known it to before. I wasn’t sure where I was heading, but I had to try something to find whoever stole the Bifrost sword.

I hurried along the side of the hill at the bottom of the palace, now – below the thick cloud - able to see the edges of the city beyond - the paved streets and lit buildings, the shrubbery that lined the gardens and lanterns that glowed along the arches and stone bridges.

It almost looked normal if it wasn’t for the lack of people on the streets who would usually be enjoying the mild evening air and clear skies.

I was pulled out of my thoughts sharply by a flash of light that momentarily blinded me, having reflected a bright lantern’s glow into my eye. I squinted, shielding my eyes and slowing to a slight jog till I stopped altogether, trying to work out what had caused the light.

When my vision cleared again though, there was nothing in the direction the light had come from.

I frowned, moving forward slower now, keeping my eyes on the path where the light had come from. A movement suddenly caught the corner of my eye, grabbing my attention as it flickered behind several buildings and then headed for a large open bridge that headed out of the city and towards the mountainside.

Was it a shawl? A cloak? I broke out into a run towards the movements, heading towards the columns. I don’t know what I hoped for, but it was a clue if nothing else – something I feared would take days or maybe even weeks to find.

My legs carried me hurtling down the steep grassy bank towards the cobbled road, desperate to catch up with whatever I had seen – somehow realising I needed to get there and I praying that I hadn’t filled my head with false hope.

I suddenly skidded to a halt though when I caught sight of one of Ma’am’s undead guards chasing after the figure with me.

The figure I had been following now suddenly stopped as well, spinning to its pursuer, and drawing a  large broad sword out of nowhere, slicing the undead creature clean in half, its body parts falling limp to the floor.

I pulled myself back together again and began to head forward once more at a brisk walk that that soon broke into a jog towards the stranger. The closer I got, the more familiar the figure’s features became until I knew I had seen him before. In a book during my studies.  

He stood tall, proud and lean despite his fatigue from the run and battle – the gateman of the Bifrost. Heimdall.

As I continued to run towards him, another undead creature ran at Heimdall, almost berserk, and the gateman drove his sword forward into its chest, the force causing the skeleton to fall over backward, the blade catching it’s ribs and yanking the weapon out of Heimdall’s hands.

Before Heimdall could retrieve his weapon from where it was impaled in the creature, another guard took a swipe at his back with an axe which Heimdall dodged with astonishing reflexes before driving a heavy fist into the skeleton’s chest. I didn’t realise Heimdall gripped a dagger in this fist until he pulled back and I noticed it stained with a dark substance.

Heimdall turned back to retrieve his sword a second time, but faltered when it was no longer lodged in the undead guard’s chest. His gaze flickered up to where I now stood over the body, the heavy weapon in my hand.

I caught the flicker of recognition in Heimdall’s eyes a moment before the thick muscled man then  lunged at me with the dagger still in his grip. Somehow I was quicker though, jumping back and dodging the blade repeatedly swung at me with deadly force. I was forced to drag the heavy sword back with me and I knew I couldn’t put enough distance between us to keep this up for long and I knew if Heimdall could manage to catch me, I would be done for before I could explain anything.

I rested the point of the blade on the cobbles at my feet and waved my free arm in the air in front of me, calling the flames from the torches that hung on the columns either side of us to flood out of their scones and down onto the floor, creating a roaring wall of fire between me and my attacker.

Heimdall staggered back at the wave of heat that spat at him, but I knew it wouldn’t hold him long, the fierce look in his eye told me he was already looking for a weakness in the barrier and I wouldn’t put it past him to just walk straight through for the sword in my hand.

Because I knew what this weapon was.

The missing sword.

The key to the Bifrost

Which he now thought was in the hands of the enemy.

“I’m not a foe!” I called out desperately, raising my free hand in surrender – as well as maintaining the fire - as the sword rested heavily against me.

“Not a foe.” He scoffed. “Do not try to fool me! You work for that witch!” He growled, throwing his chin up toward the bank of fog that blocked the palace from view. “You’re her little protegee.” He eyed the flames with disgust, still seeming to be weighing up the risk of stepping through.

“Please – Heimdall!” You urged desperately, “I’m not – I’m not with her,” I panted, pulling at the weakly at the sword. “I didn’t know better before, but now – now I can see the real her – the death and mayhem she’s caused – I don’t want to be a part of that! I want to help! Please, I know you don’t trust me, but I need you to!” I begged.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes at me over the flames. I sighed, “Here.” The flames vanished almost as soon as they had appeared and I heaved the sword, taking a step forward, which instinctively made Heimdall tense ready for an attack, but I just pulled the pommel towards him, handing it to him.

“I’m not a foe.” You repeated tiredly as he warily reached out for the pommel, every muscle of his arms tense and ready for a surprise attack.

Suddenly he snatched the sword handle, easily lifting if over his head and I instinctively cringed,  ducking my head and screwing my eyes closed ready for the impact.

Instead, though, I heard a familiar grunt and glanced up to see another undead guard drop to the floor behind Heimdall, his muscular back – hidden by his cape – now in front of me.

Another grunt now sounded behind me and, before Heimdall could turn, I threw my hand behind me and ignited the guard’s stretched dry skin easily, now turning the creature into a charging ball of fire.

I spun where I crouched, flinging out a leg to catch the rushing creature and kicking him sideways so he toppled easily over the ledge and into the chasm below the bridge - thankful there was no railing or wall to get in the way.

I could hear the clash of sword on bone behind me, but I didn’t have time to glance back as I noticed two more guards dashing towards me from the direction of the city.

After sending these creatures a similar way to the last one, I barely had time to even right myself before there was a hand on my upper arm as Heimdall dragged me round and pulling me after him. We ran down the rest of the long open bridge that Asgard with the surrounding mountains, my legs not taking long to protest thanks to my run down from the castle.

Suddenly I found myself dangling over the edge of the abyss below, my feet only connected to the bridge by my heels still resting on the cobbles and Heimdall’s strong fingers curling  into the front of my tunic were the only things stopping me from falling.

“Why did you leave the witch?” He snarled down at me, sweat gleaming on his forehead.

I stuttered slightly as I explained everything I had been through – hoping it didn’t sound as ridiculous as it did to my own ears. Heimdall was silent for a while once I had finished and I chewed my lip anxiously, silently pleading that he would even try to believe me.

“Ok.” He muttered and the next thing I knew, he had heaved me back upright, the blood rushing from my head back down to my feet making me feel slightly light headed for a moment, and I had no columns, the large broadsword edge at my throat. “Betray me, though, and you will suffer the consequences…” He growled warningly down at me.

I didn’t dare speak or even nod for fear of driving the sword further into my skin, but he seemed to accept the undeniable fear in my eyes that said I wouldn’t push my luck that far, because he then removed the sword, releasing me. I stumbled forward slightly, not realising I had even risen onto my toes, and breathed in lungful’s of air that I hadn’t dared to a minute ago.

Without another glance at me, Heimdall continued down the bridge without a word and, after a pause, I followed after him, glancing around in fear of seeing more guards. He led me the rest of the way into the mountains, soon venturing off the main path and onto a near invisible trail that had been worn into the rocks.

It felt like we turned back on ourselves over and over, but eventually we stopped in the centre of a path that seemed to incircle one of the peaks of the Asgardian mountain range. I watched Heimdall expectantly, but he didn’t even glance at me, and my attention was soon distracted by the cliff face opposite us. Its carved surface looked ornate like several other areas of the mountain we had passed, but now I realised it was more than just and art within the stone as it now  seemed to crack before my eyes and the wall came away like a draw bridge, creating a crossing over the canyon that separated the peaks.

Finally, Heimdall stepped onto the stone wall, heading into the cavern that had now been revealed in the wall.

I barely hesitated before stepping after him.

I heard the wall close up almost immediately behind us, closing us into complete darkness compared to the dim light from the moons outside which had managed to filter through the fog.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I caught the vague glimmer of torches down a passageway which I followed Heimdall towards. We eventually entered a large hall in which I found myself on a raised ledge above a huge chamber which I soon realised was full of people, all their faces now turned to me in horror, women encircling their children in their arms or shielding them behind their back, crouching in fear.

I couldn’t believe how scared they were of me.

But who could blame me after everything Hela did – and with me always stood right next to her.

“Do not be afraid of this girl.” Heimdall declared to the group, not needing to get their attention, my presence already enough. “Watch her with caution, but she assures me her loyalty does not lie with the would-be queen. I have heard her story and witnessed her rid us of three of the witch’s guards.” He announced, glancing over at me with a grave look on his face before turning back to the crowd, “I trust her.” He stated and I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

 Tags for everything: @angelicshinigami @arkhamsurviour @thatwriterizzy @beautifulbows924 @sheldonsherlocktony @wanna-see-my-lease @minahraven @adaliamalfoy

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[jiminomenon]

punk! karina and mean girl! reader in detention

pairing: punk! karina x mean girl! reader

word count: 2.5k+

summary: stuck in detention together, jimin and y/n do anything but serve their punishment quietly. while y/n tries to pass the time without losing her mind, jimin makes it her mission to get under her skin—tapping her pen against the desk, whispering teasing remarks, and finding every excuse to pull her into trouble. between stolen glances, quiet laughter, and a battle of wills, the tension between them only grows. by the time detention ends, it’s clear that for these two, even punishment feels like a game they both enjoy playing.

from my series: match made in hell

detention was the worst place to be on a friday afternoon, especially when it was because of something as stupid as “inappropriate conduct in the school hallway.” as if jimin casually slipping her hand into the back pocket of y/n’s plaid skirt was some kind of felony.

it wasn’t like she was making out with her against the lockers—this time, at least. but of course, the teachers had it out for them, always looking for a reason to punish the school’s two biggest troublemakers. not that y/n cared about their dumb rules, but wasting an entire hour sitting in silence? now that was a crime.

she sat at the back of the room, arms crossed, leg bouncing impatiently under the desk. the classroom smelled like old books and dust, the air thick with boredom from the other students forced to serve their time.

jimin, however, looked completely unbothered. she was slouched in her chair beside y/n, boots kicked up onto the desk in front of her like she owned the place, chewing lazily on a piece of gum she probably wasn’t even supposed to have. the way she carried herself, so effortlessly cool and careless, made y/n both admire and want to strangle her at the same time.

she exhaled sharply, side-eyeing her girlfriend before finally breaking the silence between them.

“this is your fault,” y/n muttered, glaring at jimin out of the corner of her eye. her arms stayed crossed, fingers digging into her sleeves as if physically restraining herself from smacking that cocky grin off jimin’s face.

jimin merely smirked, tilting her head toward y/n. “you didn’t seem to mind earlier, babe.” her voice was smooth, teasing, dripping with the same arrogance that got her into trouble in the first place.

y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes. “yeah, well, that was before i realized i’d be rotting in here for an hour because of you.” she leaned back in her chair, shifting her gaze to the front of the room, where mr. choi was pretending to grade papers but was probably just counting down the minutes until he could leave.

jimin wasn’t done, though. she leaned in, voice dropping just low enough for only y/n to hear. “you know… we could sneak out.”

y/n turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow. “and get caught? you really don’t think ahead, do you?”

“c’mon,” jimin grinned, voice dripping with mischief. “since when did you care about rules?”

y/n hated that jimin had a point. she was the last person to care about rules. if anything, she had broken more than jimin had—just in a more strategic way. but she also wasn’t stupid. and she knew that with their reputation, one more stunt would land them in suspension, which meant no sneaking around between classes, no excuses to “stay late for group projects,” no making out behind the gym when they were supposed to be in p.e. detention was bad, but being kept apart? that was worse.

“you’re insufferable,” y/n muttered, shaking her head.

“and yet,” jimin drawled, dragging her knuckles along y/n’s arm now, sending a slow, deliberate shiver up her spine, “you’re madly in love with me.”

“debatable.”

jimin let out a low chuckle, shifting even closer, her breath warm against y/n’s ear. “oh yeah?” she murmured, fingers now ghosting over y/n’s thigh, making her muscles tense despite herself. “wanna test that theory?”

y/n clenched her jaw, knowing exactly what jimin was trying to do. this was her game—push, push, push until y/n finally snapped and kissed her just to shut her up. it was infuriating. but also? kind of hot.

“you’re lucky we’re in public, meanie,” jimin added, her smirk widening as she leaned back, watching y/n’s reaction like a cat playing with its food.

y/n scoffed, shaking off the warmth creeping up her neck. “i’m lucky? you’re the one who wouldn’t survive in here without me.”

jimin hummed, pretending to consider this. “yeah? so what, you’d just leave me all alone?”

y/n didn’t answer immediately. instead, she reached over and took jimin’s hand in hers, lacing their fingers together like it was second nature. she kept her gaze forward, acting nonchalant, but the way her thumb absentmindedly stroked jimin’s skin gave her away. jimin blinked, caught off guard, before her smirk softened into something less cocky, more genuine.

“guess i’m the lucky one then,” she murmured, giving y/n’s hand a small squeeze.

y/n sighed, pretending to be annoyed, but she didn’t pull away. detention was boring, sure. but if she had to be stuck in here, at least she wasn’t stuck alone.

jimin was quiet for a while after that, which was a rare occurrence. normally, she always had some smartass comment, some teasing remark to get under y/n’s skin. but now, she just sat there, hand still in y/n’s, tracing slow, lazy patterns against her palm with her thumb. y/n didn’t say anything about it, didn’t acknowledge the way her heart did a little flip at the feeling. she just let it happen, pretending she wasn’t affected.

the rest of the classroom was dead silent except for the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat or mr. choi clearing his throat. the clock on the wall ticked painfully slow, each second dragging on like the universe was punishing them specifically. y/n tapped her fingers against the desk, already growing impatient.

“if you’re gonna get me in trouble,” she muttered, keeping her voice low, “at least make it worth my while.”

jimin perked up at that, turning her head with a grin. “oh? what’s this? my mean girl wants a little fun?”

y/n rolled her eyes but smirked slightly. “i’m saying, if we’re stuck here, we might as well make it interesting.”

jimin’s grin widened, the troublemaker in her awakening immediately. “interesting, huh? what are you suggesting, princess?”

y/n leaned in slightly, making sure mr. choi wasn’t looking before whispering, “bet you can’t get out of here without him noticing.”

jimin’s eyes practically sparked with excitement. “oh, babe, you really do love me.”

“debatable,” y/n shot back, but her smirk gave her away.

jimin didn’t waste another second. she stretched her arms above her head like she was just adjusting, then, in one fluid motion, slid down lower in her seat, boots soundlessly hitting the floor. she moved like she had done this a hundred times before, which, knowing her, she probably had. y/n watched, amused, as jimin slid under the desk, crouching low, making sure mr. choi’s eyes were still glued to his book.

then, ever so slowly, jimin started crawling toward the door.

y/n had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. the sight of the school’s resident bad girl—tattoos peeking from under her sleeves, ripped uniform, dark eyeliner still sharp despite the dim lighting—literally crawling on the floor like a damn cat burglar was almost too much. she covered her mouth, pretending to rest her chin on her palm as she kept watching.

jimin was almost at the door now. just a few more inches.

and then—

“ms. yu, where do you think you’re going?”

y/n shut her eyes, exhaling through her nose. so close.

jimin froze mid-crawl, then slowly, slowly, turned her head toward mr. choi with the guiltiest yet most shameless expression y/n had ever seen.

“uh…” jimin started, blinking up at their teacher like a deer caught in headlights. “dropped my pen?”

mr. choi looked unimpressed. “get back in your seat. now.”

jimin sighed dramatically, getting up with zero shame, brushing invisible dust off her pants. she strolled back to her desk, plopping down beside y/n like nothing happened.

“so close,” y/n muttered under her breath, shaking her head.

jimin leaned in, whispering, “hey, at least i tried. you know you love me for it.”

y/n scoffed, looking away to hide her smile. detention might’ve sucked, but at least with jimin around, it was never boring.

jimin didn’t even look the slightest bit ashamed. in fact, she looked proud of herself, stretching her arms behind her head as if she hadn’t just been caught trying to escape like a cartoon villain. y/n shot her a look, a mix of amusement and exasperation, but jimin only grinned in response.

“what?” she whispered, nudging y/n’s knee under the desk.

“you’re an idiot,” y/n whispered back, shaking her head. “next time, maybe don’t be so obvious?”

jimin gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in mock offense. “excuse me, i was incredibly stealthy.”

y/n snorted. “you literally crawled like a raccoon digging through trash. it was pathetic.”

jimin leaned in, resting her chin on her hand, eyes flickering with something teasing. “oh? so you were watching me that closely, huh?”

y/n’s face heated up. she opened her mouth to respond—probably to call jimin insufferable again—but before she could, mr. choi’s voice cut through the room.

“both of you. zip it.”

they both turned their heads forward at the same time, mumbling a half-hearted “yes, sir.”

for a few minutes, they actually behaved. y/n tapped her nails against the desk, staring out the window, watching as the sky slowly turned gold. outside, students were probably on their way home, couples were probably getting ready for their friday night dates, and here she was—stuck in a musty classroom with her reckless, shameless girlfriend who had no idea how to sit still.

because, of course, jimin wasn’t done being annoying.

it started with her finger, lightly tracing random shapes on y/n’s arm. slow, soft strokes, up and down, barely there. y/n pretended not to notice.

then it was her foot, nudging against y/n’s under the desk. y/n kicked her ankle lightly in response, but jimin took that as encouragement.

then—then—it was her hand, slipping under the desk, resting on y/n’s thigh.

y/n’s breath hitched.

she turned her head slightly, giving jimin a warning glare. “don’t.”

jimin smiled. “don’t what?”

y/n grabbed her wrist, nails digging in just enough to make a point. “don’t start something you can’t finish.”

jimin’s smirk widened, eyes darkening just a little. “who says i can’t finish?”

y/n let out a sharp breath through her nose, grip tightening. “you are so lucky we’re in public.”

“you keep saying that,” jimin whispered, voice low, “but i think you’re the lucky one, meanie.”

before y/n could respond, mr. choi sighed loudly, closing his book with a thud. “y/n. jimin. do i need to separate you two?”

they both turned to look at him, blinking innocently.

“no, sir,” y/n said, tone perfectly polite.

“never, sir,” jimin added, smiling sweetly.

mr. choi looked at them for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose. “i don’t get paid enough for this,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

y/n bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. jimin, however, wasn’t as composed—she let out a snicker before covering it with a fake cough.

mr. choi checked the clock, sighed again, and waved a hand. “just go. both of you. detention’s over.”

y/n didn’t need to be told twice. she grabbed her bag and was already halfway out the door before jimin even got up, a satisfied smirk on her face.

“so,” jimin said once they were in the hallway, sliding an arm around y/n’s waist, “wanna go finish what we started?”

y/n groaned, shoving her off. “you’re the worst.”

“yeah, yeah,” jimin grinned, lacing their fingers together anyway, “but i’m your worst.”

y/n sighed, shaking her head—but she didn’t let go.

they walked through the empty hallways together, the sounds of their footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. the sunset cast long shadows through the windows, painting the walls in warm hues of orange and pink. y/n should’ve been annoyed—detention had been a waste of time, and jimin had spent the whole thing making it her personal mission to drive y/n insane—but instead, she just felt… content.

jimin swung their intertwined hands slightly, glancing over at y/n with that ever-present smirk. “so, where to now?”

“home,” y/n replied, rolling her eyes. “unlike you, i actually have things to do.”

“boring,” jimin drawled. “c’mon, let’s do something fun. let’s sneak into the pool, or steal the principal’s parking sign again, or—”

“or we could do absolutely none of that,” y/n interrupted, giving her a deadpan look.

jimin pouted, leaning her head on y/n’s shoulder as they walked. “you’re such a buzzkill.”

“and you’re a menace,” y/n shot back, though she didn’t push jimin off.

they reached the school gates, the cool evening air brushing against their skin. the streets were mostly empty, students having already left for the day. for a moment, they just stood there, the world feeling strangely quiet.

then, jimin suddenly tugged y/n closer, wrapping her arms around her waist. “so you really just wanna go home, huh?” she murmured, tilting her head up.

y/n raised an eyebrow. “yes. obviously.”

jimin hummed, then, in a move so quick y/n barely had time to react, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of y/n’s mouth. it wasn’t a deep kiss, just a teasing brush of lips, but it sent a warm shiver down y/n’s spine nonetheless.

“jimin—” y/n started, but jimin pulled back with a satisfied grin.

“just a little reward for surviving detention with me,” jimin said, winking.

y/n exhaled sharply, trying to suppress the way her heartbeat had picked up. “you’re impossible.”

“and yet, you love me,” jimin shot back, voice annoyingly smug.

y/n sighed, then—because she hated giving jimin the upper hand—she grabbed the front of jimin’s leather jacket, yanked her forward, and kissed her properly.

it was fast and unexpected, but it did the trick. when y/n pulled away, jimin was left momentarily stunned, blinking at her like she had just short-circuited.

y/n smirked. “see you tomorrow, troublemaker.”

and with that, she turned on her heel and walked off, but she didn’t get far. the low, familiar roar of an engine starting made her pause.

jimin swung a leg over her motorcycle, the matte black machine gleaming under the streetlights. she rolled her shoulders, adjusting the collar of her jacket before slipping on her helmet. even with her face covered, y/n could feel the smirk she was giving her.

“need a ride, princess?” jimin called over the engine, voice dripping with amusement.

y/n scoffed. “i’d rather walk.”

jimin revved the engine, tilting her head. “suit yourself, but if you change your mind…” she tapped the seat behind her. “this spot’s always yours.”

y/n didn’t answer, just shook her head with a small laugh before turning away. jimin watched her for a moment longer, then kicked the stand up, peeling off into the night, leaving behind the scent of smoke and leather in her wake.

God, i’m so in love with her, jimin thought, grinning under her helmet as she disappeared down the street.

[peridoxxx]

taemin sitting in the wrong spot ⍢

[adonis-koo]

I clicked on your “MMIH” tag and omg serial killer jungkook??¿ 😳 i just went through the tagged posts and I love your brain 😫😵‍💫 I’m terrified yet intrigued. Degradation kink go brrrrrrrrr 🤭

LMAO trying to read that story has me stopping every five seconds because, the whole goal of the story was to fuck with the readers morality and honestly? For what it was, it’s working 😭 I really wanna finish that story one day because y’all would LOVE it, some of you anyways!!

It’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea, I’ll probably post it on ao3 though, it’s a bit gritty for tumblr!

[foxes-that-run]

Okay so this is very dumb question but what does causing trouble up in hotel rooms actually mean? I think I know but I've seen a lot of people understanding it as something else. To me it means s*x but I've seen people saying other things and now I don't know what to think. I'm so sorry for bothering you with this kind of question but I would just like to know what you think.

Harry would say “its open to interpretation” In the context of the song and the next line “if you like having secret little rendezvous” +MMIH I hear it as hook ups when they are secretly dating/not dating/not supposed to be together. On the later 1D albums they tended to try to say something adult but keep it in innuendo to not alienate parents. So I think it’s a PC way to say hook up with the person who is not your partner.

But in the music video they delightfully innocently “trash” a hotel room by being untidy. 😂 Which Taylor and Zayn may have mocked in IDWLF when they smashed up a room up. 😂😂

[kyufiber-moved]

some of your fics have really horrible stereotypes of lesbians lol

i wouldn’t agree! i have one lesbian character that’s a villain (xiaoli from mmih), but in 1-800-cupid, lucy and doyeon, aka my sweet angel babies, are both lesbians as well ^^ i did not intend to shed a bad light upon any specific sexuality, it just so happened that a character who was a lesbian is a villain. xiaoli has her drawbacks, but like any real person (despite not being one) she has her good sides as well. i didn’t get far enough into the story to fully show the readers the characters’ full depths. also, if the stereotype you’re referring to is her being unaccepting of y/n’s bisexuality, that was not an anti-lesbian stereotype attempt, but rather an attempt to demonstrate an experience bisexual people have. i’m sorry my work made you feel this way! i have no prejudice towards any sexuality, and i never intended for it to come off that way.

[rmh8402]

Yay!!! @dewitty1 @staganddragon and I need YOU to vote for Match Made in Hell. *gives puppy dog eyes*

How can you say no to all 3 of us??

Doing a Poll

I get asks quite a bit wondering if would do a second part to one of their favorite drabbles. Which is great and I love that people are enjoying them so much. But I can’t do second parts to all of them. Or they wouldn’t be drabbles lol.  

The following list are links to drabbles that I have received asks over the past few months, asking if I could make a second part. I am lazy. Let’s get that out of the way first. Have I considered doing a second part to any of these? Absolutely? Do I have the energy or motivation? No. Not even a little. BUT I will do a second part to one of these. Which one? That is up to you all. If you don’t see one that you would like me to do a second part to; that is either because I already plan on doing it, or I have no desire to do so but you are welcome to ask. 

Superhero Drarry

There’s a Ball?

Work With a Side of Gossip

Malfoy’s Cat and the Necessary Rules for Survival

We’re Already Married

We Knew It!

Silent Ghost

Match Made in Hell

Different Can be Good

Go Ahead

Some of these are from when I first got a tumblr and I reckon a lot of my newer followers might not have even seen them. Which is why I included the links. You can leave me a comment on which one you would like to see or even an ask. I would prefer the ask to not be anonymous, because I can’t keep track of whether it was genuine or not. 

Thank you all for the interest in my works. I love you all. <3

[spidernerdsblog]

Hey hun can u write a blurb abt kids just interacting with their fam I just want those moments they spend with their grandparents and uncles and them fighting to know whose their fav😂 love you sooo much💖💖💖

I'm in a weird writing slump lately. Hope you like this.

Match made in Hell (series)

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : none

“Grandma!” Nathan and Nailah squealed, launching themselves to hug their grandma around her waist.

“Hello my loves!” She said with a wide smile taking a step back to keep her balance. “You've grown so big." 

"Mom said I've grown 5cm." Nathan informed her proudly. 

"That's good sweetheart." she said. "now let's go inside your baby sister is waiting to meet you.” 

Hearing that they dashed inside the house. “Don't run you two!” you called out from behind. 

“Y/N! It’s so lovely to see you dear.” she said pulling you in a hug. 

"It's good to see you too." You smiled widely in return. 

“Hi mum.” Tom said leaning down and kissing his mother's cheek. 

“Tom, I hope you're helping Y/N with the kids?”

“Mum, I'm always helping.” Tom huffed. 

“Yes, he tries his best but most of the time those two outsmart him and succeed in getting their own way.” you snickered teasing him.

“Those two little hellions can outsmart anyone,” he said.

“Not me.” you argued. 

“Oh hush now the two of you!" his mother said."I’m not hearing a word against my grandchildren. They are the sweetest kids in the whole world. Now don’t just keep standing at the doorway and get inside.” 

Once in a month the whole family gathers at Tom's parents house in Chigwell for a family dinner especially now when the family is slowly growing. You could see Harrison and Grace near the patio doors. It's been four years since they got married and now they've an adorable three year old son Leo who is happily chasing around Nathan and Nailah. 

Then there's Harry and Isabelle on the couch with their baby girl Adrianne who just turned one month old. Sam was in the kitchen preparing the food with Paddy helping him. 

“Hey Izzie, how are you?" you asked and then looked down at Adrianne nestled in her mother's arms. "And how is my baby girl doing?” You cooed and she gave you a wide, toothless smile. 

“We're good though she has been keeping us up at night lately.”

“Ah, I know their sleep schedule is unpredictable in the first few months." You said, relating to her problem. "And I had two when one woke up, the other was asleep. We took turns at night feeding them. It will get better soon, don't worry.” you assured her. 

“Where is the baby? Where is the baby?” Nathan and Nailah jumped up and down beside you excited. 

"Careful, you two. Be gentle." You reminded them. 

“She's so cute!” Nailah exclaimed as she held out a finger and Adrianne grabbed it in her little fist. 

“And so soft!” Nathan said gently touching her chubby cheeks. 

“Can I hold her? Please.” Nailah looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“No, Leah, she's too small you won't be able to handle her.” you told her. 

“It's okay Y/N let her hold her." Isabelle said and her face brightened. "Come here Leah.” 

Nailah sat down on the couch beside her aunt and Isabelle placed a cushion on her lap. Then she picked up Adrianne from her lap and laid her on the cushion. 

Place your hand below her head. She told Nailah as she did the same. For some time she looked at her baby cousin in awe but then she turned to you with a thoughtful expression and asked. 

“Mommy, where do babies come from?”

“Umm…” you were clearly caught off guard as you heard Tom clear his throat loudly. The boys were grinning like idiots. 

“Daddy?” she looked at Tom with big, curious eyes and like you he was currently at a loss of words. 

"Well you see Leah it's when your mom and dad…" Harrison began smiling cheekily. 

"Haz!" Tom barked out glaring daggers at him and then softened his gaze as he looked at Nailah. "Don't listen to him, love."

“I think it's time for a footy match in the backyard.” Harry said to change the topic. 

“Yeah Nate loves soccer.” you added. 

“It's football mom.” Nathan corrected you, rolling his eyes dramatically. 

“Yeah keep up darling you're in London now.” Tom teased. 

“I beg your pardon my lord for the grave mistake I committed.” You said mockingly with a fake British accent.

Soon after everyone was in the backyard. Two goal posts had been set for the game. The teams were divided as follows :

Harry and Paddy with Nathan. Tom, Harrison and Sam with Nailah. Harrison was holding his three year old as he played. 

You were comfortably seated with the ladies on the garden chairs sipping tea and watched them run and kick the ball around. At present the score was tied six all.

The older Holland twins were caught in a battle to steal the ball from each other when Paddy said something in Nathan’s ears probably to wait for the right moment. 

And just then the ball flew towards them as he gave him a left footed pass. Nathan ran along with the ball towards the net and swung his right onto the ball scoring a goal.

“We won!” you heard him shout in joy as he thrust his little fists up in the air.

“Good job bud!” Paddy ruffled his hair and picked him up, holding him up in a superman pose as he ran in front of you all. You held your hands up to give him a high five.

"Uncle Paddy you are the best!" Nathan squealed. And the boys perked up when they heard him.

"C'mon bud I know you love me the most." Harry said.

"Oh don't be a jealous sod now Harry." Paddy retorted.

"Whatever I know I'm Nailah's favorite am I not love? I made your favorite cake." Sam looked at Nailah who was busy eating the chocolate cake her uncle made.

"You're bribing her you prat!" Harry accused.

"Oh come now" Harrison interrupted. "it has always been me after all I'm their godfather."

"I like uncle Paddy he plays with us." Nailah said finally as the boys looked at her dumbly and Tom couldn't stop laughing at the back.

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