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You Know Nothing About Kids { Dirk X Reader} by maidsofspaceandtime, literature

Literature

You Know Nothing About Kids { Dirk X Reader}

"Nothing happening, again" you complained while spinning in circles in your desk chair. Nothing exiting ever happen to you, but that was about to change. You continued to spin when suddenly your cell phone began to ring. You picked up the device and answered only to her the voice of your best friend secret crush, Dirk Strider. "Hey. yo what's up __?" you hear him say through the phone. "Nothing really." you start to reply shyly "how about you?" "Everything is alright" he stops for a moment. You can hear what sounds like a baby's screaming in the backround. "Are you sure everything is alright?" you ask. "Yeah I'm pretty sure",you hear m

Nope. (AvengersxReader) by kikizara13, literature

Literature

Nope. (AvengersxReader)

“Hey, guys. Check out my new pet.” Tony waltzed into the living room with a giant grin on his face. Steve and Thor were the only ones to acknowledge him, the others being too busy to put up with Tony’s antics. For example: Natasha had disassembled her gun and was in the middle of cleaning it, Bruce was reading the newspaper, Clint was flipping through the channels on the T.V., and, last but not least, (y/n) was sitting on the couch engulfed in a book. Okay maybe they weren’t that busy, but they still didn’t want to put up with Tony. They hoped not acknowledging him would deter him from bothering them. He sat a ba

SpainXReader: Jealousy (Part7) by xXTomoDachiXx, literature

Literature

SpainXReader: Jealousy (Part7)

This was it. Antonio stood in front of the white-washed fence gate of your simple home. He managed to stop by Francis’ house to get a bouquet of freshly cut red roses from his garden after school-hours. The sun was already setting quickly today as he stood in front of a pale colored two-storey house with dark green roofs, just like any ordinary home. The green lawn looked recently trimmed as the Spaniard walked through the cemented pathway which led to your front door step nervously gripping the roses. He lifted his tanned finger towards the door bell button; he made a quick recap of what he was going to say to you before mustering the