but my friend put her in there so i took the advantage anyway

anonymous asked:

OMG! Hello, it's Villain!Deku Anon again and I just want to thank you! I couldn't even imagine myself that you will illustrate this au with your wonderful art style! I can't even describe how grateful I am! ;-; Moreover, I want to tell you my thoughts about it! I love Dabi's and Deku's interplay really a lot, because, I dunno, Dabi behaves as if he was Izuku's aniki? I can see it that way tho. And Izuku's outfit is great! Simple but interesting and functional :) Anyway, I hope that one day -->

HAI AGAIN! TIME FOR ANOTHER LONG ASS POST I’m so sorry it took so so long for me to finally reply to this so I hope it’s worth the wait! I want to also thank YOU for sharing me this wonderful AU<3 I can’t thank you enough and everyone rly loves it! I just wish you can go off anon so we can chat more about this au but I respect your decisions u v u I’m glad you love it all ehehe///

YEs! I was so proud of how those two turned out! Dabi seems to be the mature one in the villain alliance and he always has this mysterious air to him so being the big brother role would fit perfectly! Aaaah// I’m glad you love the outfit! /)///v//(\ I wasn’t sure what to go for ahaha~

I’m definitely developing this! And no worries, all your questions will be answered, hopefully to your expectation ehehe Q w Q

Regarding Todo; HE’S SUCH A SAD PUPPY I ALMOST FEEL BAD BUT I ENDED UP MAKING IT WORST FOR HIM! i wanted to keep the element of him being a tragic character because that’s what everyone loves about him. He did nothing wrong XD Now, I decided that Deku actually DOES meet up with Todo randomly, like they don’t know each other and this is way before the USJ raid and deku ended up showing todo the light, motivating todo to go forward regardless of what his dad says because both deku and todo see the same view, how there are heroes who does things not for the sake of being a hero. so deku was able to save todo that way!

BUUUuut he finds out his saviour is a villain so now he’s conflicted;;; sorry Todo, you can’t catch a break even in this au //holds him

Moving on to bakugou…

Deku does disappear out of trace for awhile and maybe bakugo does notice but he rly doesn’t do anything about it, the ass…. but that’d be so cute is he does start to worry, I’m sure something like that does bug him in the back of his mind. I’m not so good with how to illustrate deconstruction so hopefully it’s done alright;; as long as you get the idea because that’s what deku will do to bakugou, he knows bakugou well enough to do so

After this whole thing, all might emerged victorious like in canon. Villains retreated and this was when All Might realized his mistake, since he recognized Deku during this raid. “PATHETIC” is what he’s say

Thats what I decided to go for! I totally agree with you on this! I don’t mind it at all precious! Thank you! It makes more sense and it’s the BEST THING EVER LIKE BAKUGOU VS DEKU WOW!! All might will see how much of a hero bakugou wants to be and the connection with Deku helps even more in order to save Deku from plunging further into darkness, so all might makes Bakugou his successor! ^^ it also can help bakugo grow as a hero so it’s a good opportunity for him!

All might FEELS SUPER GUILTY so that’s why he’s so focused on saving Deku.. deku’s mom also feels the guilt. All of this is on the news so eventually Deku’s mom find out about Deku and well… it doesn’t go well. deku still loves her as his mom even if she didn’t believe in him being a hero but he came home only to find her will.

Now, not only is bakugou going to be All might’s successor, but Deku will soon inherit AFO as well. When they find the villain’s hideout and all that crazy stuff going on, All Might faces off with AFO.

Deku is still honestly precious even now, he rly tries to bond with the villain alliance members and that eventually gained Dabi’s and Himiko’s trust! Even though he’s given the role of info gatherer/mastermind, he doesn’t take advantage of it and relies on his friends!

As for tomura, this is how it’s gonna play out

He’s now gonna be Shigaraki’s hero just like how Sensei did it. Both the death of  Sensei and his mother made deku feel that he wasn’t enough of a hero to save them but this will only pushed him even further to become a ‘true hero’, especially when sensei actually put faith in him, when no one else did

also cute deku making friends with everyone cause he’s a sweetie that way!

THANK YOU FOR READING! GOOD JOB FOR MAKING IT TO THE BOTTOM! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT! I honestly still have some more stuff regarding this au in mind but that needs to wait until it’d actually done pfft >//v//< I’m tired so ima sleep now;;;

Sweet as Marilyn, Cold as Cleopatra

****Long post alert***. This is primarily for the asks rotting in my inbox for months. Apologies! I have been MIA from Tumblr and the bowl for a while now (sick). Anyway, the title of this post pays homage to two seductresses I admire a lot. My sugar daddies who have been great mentors. The horrible men I’ve dated who have equally taught me a lot. And Robert Greene (author of Art of Seduction and Mastery. Great books. READ them!),You become a master by observing first. Analyze. Learn. Practice. Experiment. Apply. Transform.  "When you learn the rules, you can dominate".

Lesson 1: Seduction is more psychological than physical. The physical aspect of it is important as well. That’s it’s own category. But when you understand what your sugar daddy truly wants, you can (dare I say, ) “manipulate” him better. Anyone can be seductive. From skinny to bbw to medium size to giant scar on your forehead. You can succeed as a sugar baby. You just have to understand how to play the game and yes, I do think it’s all a game. So next time your sugar daddy yaps about his robust, lazy wife who may or may not be fucking the foreign gardener and spends 9 hours at the country club; and his cocaine addicted son at Harvard, LISTEN. He wants a shoulder, so be that. The key here is to show that support, care, and understanding but at the same time, don’t tangle yourself in the drama that you become his on-call therapist. Don’t call him at 10pm at night to check up on him. Unless he’s willing to pay you $800 per hour. When you understand what a person wants/how their mind operates, you can cater to their needs/deal with them better. OBSERVE. When you master psychological seduction, you will be well on your way.

Lesson 2: Be mysterious/intriguing. If your mom kicked you out of the house when you were a fetus, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF, at least in the initial stages. If you dropped out of college when you were still in the womb, keep it to yourself. When you reveal too much of yourself, you tire/bore people and eventually become forgettable. Everyone has a story. So save your sob story and ex boyfriend drama for the struggling author down the street who has been having writer’s block for the past 15 years.  What does Cleopatra,Marilyn Monroe, and Casanova all have in common? Mystery/leaving something to the imagination. These women/man armed themselves with an air of mystery that left those in their wake yearning for more. I’ve never seen Angelina Jolie as one of the most beautiful women on earth. But man there’s something about her that makes Hollywood go crazy. She shares bits of herself and her life but there’s always that edge of mystery. She leaves you wondering what’s going on behind the *is it fake or is it not fake* lips/smile. The key is timing. Don’t share too much.  Keep them guessing. No need for your sugar daddy or pot to know what cards you have up your sleeves. By sharing too much, you make yourself seem needy and DESPERATE. No bueno.

Lesson 3: Don’t always be available. I used to make this mistake, especially when I liked a guy. Never lasted long in my opinion. So I learned and changed tactics and mannnnn things definitely changed. Sometimes, saying NO works more in your favor. I don’t care if you’re bored out of your mind at home and counting the cobwebs on your ceiling. An occasional NO will put a sugar daddy in his place. It will tell him that you’re not at his beck and call. It will also tell him that you have other priorities outside of sugaring. Your life/time does not revolve around him. If he’s that interested in you, trust me, he will reschedule and work with you. Don’t turn into Mrs.NO to Everything but learn how to use it when applicable. This ties in a bit with mystery. When you say no and he asks what your plans for the day are, cultivate a story if you don’t have legit plans! You can say that you’re going on a short getaway with a group of girlfriends, going on a spa treatment for yourself only, etc. The key here is to appear that you have a fun, adventurous life outside. Your time is PRECIOUS.

Lesson 3.5: Create respectable distance. This ties in with 3. By creating respectable distance, you are again putting a sugar daddy in his place. You need space because you have a life. It will command his respect. The thing about a lot of men is that they loveeee a challenge. Especially wealthy men, who are used to having whatever they desire. By giving him what he wants, whenever he wants it, he will exploit that and before you know it, he will detach and disappear (which a lot of guys do). When you challenge him, it will drive him crazy. It will keep him on edge. He will come back for more. So treat yourself like a rare gem. There are vultures out here. So when you play into his wishes easily, well… easy come, easy goes.And before they go, they will devour you completely. When you allow him to insert himself in every aspect of your life, he will probably take advantage of you. The key here is to create enough distance that he’ll keep wondering about you but not so much that he completely forgets you. This can be tricky but it is not impossible.

Lesson 4: Confidence. I’m one of those people who believe that while some have innate confidence, others have to learn it. So if need be, LEARN confidence. It takes time and patience. Trial/error. Note what your shortcomings are and practice on bettering yourself. It could range from repeating daily mantras to yourself to changing a specific look about you, practice! practice! Note what your strengths are and USE it to your advantage. Again practice!  Marilyn Monroe wasn’t always a sultry, seductress. In fact, from her appearance, her voice, her make-up, to her persona, she had to practice it all to master it, especially in public. It took her years, but she eventually morphed into one of the most iconic seductresses of all time.

Lesson 5: Be bold/ assertive. There is a fine line between boldness/assertiveness and Mrs.Yes. It is okay to voice your interests, opinions, dislikes, etc. It is equally okay to disagree with something your sugar daddy says/wants. The key is to do it respectfully. Don’t try so hard to please him that you agree to everything (including things that make you uncomfortable). If he wants you to have sex with his bald, hairy micro-human friend from the country club and the idea makes your vagina retract in disgust, SPEAK UP. Don’t be Mrs. Yes because it can be dangerous to you. Plus you will give him the upper hand.

Lesson 6: Be playful. You don’t have to be serious 24/7. Make effective use of body language by using eye contact, touch, smiling, etc.Position your posture in such a way that you appear comfortable but not slouching. Engage him in fun activities sometimes. Show him what you enjoy doing/try to learn what he enjoys as well. I remember when I first took my sugar daddy to a rave. He was soooo out of place with his expensive ass suit but we had such a good laugh. It was fun. It is also okay to flirt and tease but do not over do it. . If he tells you of his former beauty queen ex wife who divorced him, took half his wealth, and got full custody of the kids, it will NOT be a good time to start flirting then or batting your eye lashes. The key is to know when to be playful and when to engage in a serious conversation with him.

Lesson 7: Stroke his ego occasionally, especially when he’s a good boy. Let him know you enjoy his company, his time, what he gives you, etc. It’s tough to balance but you don’t want to seem like you can’t do without the lifestyle he grants you. Remember, you are accustomed to a luxurious lifestyle. Men like feeling like protectors, especially wealthy men. So stroke that big fat ego and let him think it. When he misbehaves, adjust accordingly. 

Lesson 8: If all else fails, create/channel an alter-ego. It sounds somewhat extreme but I have one. I created a whole new persona for myself. When I first started out four plus years ago, I appeared too innocent. And that was my biggest weakness. My naivete showed and definitely I was taken advantage of and cheated but I learned. FAST. Soon after, I stopped telling men I was inexperienced. I stopped allowing myself to appear innocent. I became a chameleon.The person I am with sugar daddies/ on pot dates is completely different from the girl I am at home/school/work/with friends. With these men, I am a worldly, experienced WOMAN. I am used to ultra-luxury and deserve nothing but the best. Of course at home/elsewhere, I am a girl/ nursing student who studies a bit too much, curses a bit too much, enjoys being wild with friends and plans on attending medical school to become a psychiatrist. Find what works for you and channel her. We all have inner goddesses and seductresses in us. 

Lesson 9: “Be nice, be nice. Until it’s time to stop being nice…" Okay, this sounds psycho meets fatal-attraction-esque but no worries! know when to curse a  pompous, disrespectful son of a bitch out. Seriously, know when to walk away. Channel your inner Cleopatra/Bitchery and crush his ass. Do not be afraid to stomp an arrogant asshole out of existence (figuratively of course). I don’t care but no amount of money is worth being disrespected. If you allow a man to disrespect and treat you like a common commodity, he will not stick around for long. He will use, abuse, and break you. And frankly, You DO NOT deserve that. If he calls you a racial slur ( and claims it’s a joke, LIES), forces himself on you, disrespects you in anyway hurtful and dehumanizing, among other things, WALK THE FUCK AWAY and report the incident to authorities if the action warrants it. And let your middle finger do the rest of the talking. 

**All in all, I hope this helps someone out here. Remember, what works for one person make not work for you. But you can still learn from others around you** And that my friends, is the most important lesson of all.



Older brother Namjoon + rest of BTS scolds you PT.14 END

BTS x Reader

Genre: Angst

Namjoon’s Sister AU

[PT.1] [PT.2] [PT.3][PT.4] [PT.5] [PT.6] [PT.7] [PT.8] [PT.9] [PT.10] [PT.11] [PT.12] [PT.13] [PT.14 END] [PT.14 Alternative]

Originally posted by allforbts

Y/N’s p.o.v

I was waiting patiently for their arrival, I was early. I never liked being late, I hated the thought of making others wait for me, so I stood there waiting. Half an hour passed and I was still waiting. They’re only five minutes late I thought to myself, maybe coming so early wasn’t the best idea.

I was startled when I felt someone give me a back hug. I was ready to start swinging my arms until I heard familiar voices. The person who was hugging me had let go, and turned me to face them.

“Princess, how are you? It’s been a while.” Jin had his hands on my shoulders staring right at me, I felt a little flustered but I managed to smile.

“I’m good, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good too.” He said and ruffled my hair.

“Y/N.” I saw Joonie have his arms out wide open. I hesitated at first but gave him a hug anyway. This was nice, I missed it.

I pulled away and looked at everyone, I didn’t know how to face Hoseok or Jimin. I didn’t know how they felt about me still and it did make me feel slightly uncomfortable. Neither of them smiled at me, or even greeted me so I take it that they’re still mad. Jimin was my best friend, and it hurt knowing that I’ve lost him because of my stupidity. I understand why they may not like me anymore so I suppose I’ll just have to move on and pretend nothing ever happened.

“Let’s get going!” Yoongi piped up and we headed towards the entrance. I walked behind them still feeling some sort of awkward aura between us all, but Taehyung held back and waited for me.

“Y/N…” He called my name softly whilst walking and not turning to look at me.


“I’m sorry.” He turned to look at me but I shook my head.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because I betrayed you, I never should have told them to come and I’m sorry because you’ve probably lost all trust and faith in me.” He looked guilty, and I admit that at first I was mad but how could I stay angry at him when he never meant any harm?

“It’s okay Tae, I’m not mad at you. Actually I’m thankful to have you in my life, you didn’t betray me. You only did what you thought was best but I was too stubborn and childish to see that, so for that I’m sorry. You’ve only ever done what you could to help me and I pushed you away.” I admitted.

“No don’t be, how about we just call it even?” He said and stopped, causing me to stop beside him. I nodded and he pulled me into a hug. 

“Hurry up!” Joonie complained and we pulled away and rushed towards them again. I was about to walk off when Jin stopped me.

“Are you really okay?” I nodded, reassuring him. But was I really? My best friend hates me, Hoseok doesn’t seem to want to be here, I just wanted to make everyone happy. “So why do you look so conflicted?”

“Does Hoseok and Jimin hate me?” I questioned bluntly. 

“What makes you think that?” 

“I’m just getting this vibe off of them. But it’s okay if they do, I completely get it, this was all my fault anyway so if they do then I understand.” I was hurt, but I didn’t want to show it. I don’t want to continue being that same old weak Y/N who acts like a child and needs to grab attention from everyone. If they don’t like me anymore then I’m just going to leave it.

Jimin’s p.o.v

I overheard her conversation with Jin hyung. Idiot. I don’t hate you, I’m just embarrassed and too stubborn to admit that I was wrong. Too afraid to apologise for being a shitty best friend. How could I even claim that title after what I had put her through. Knowing her, she believes that all this was her fault, but it wasn’t. We all played a part in hurting her, I was someone she trusted but I took advantage of that, I ruined the friendship we had once I had messaged back in the group chat. I should have never said those things, but I did. 

We walked around and had food, I still wasn’t speaking to her. She looked like she was having fun, especially with Taehyung. Did she replace me with him? Not like I can stop her from doing so, but I was jealous. I shoulder barged into Taehyung, who was standing next to Y/N. I continued walking ahead until I heard.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N are you okay? I’m so sorry.” I spun around and saw that Y/N was now on the floor with a scratch on her leg. The force of me walking into him must have caused a domino effect that knocked Y/N over. Now I felt even guiltier, I rushed over to her side as did everyone else.

“Are you okay?” I questioned, she looked at me with tears welling up in her eyes but nodded shyly and looked away.

“Ya, why did you walk into Taehyung like that Jimin?” Hoseok hyung glared at me. “Yeah I saw everything.” 

“It’s okay I’m fine don’t worry about it.” She smiled at us and got up. 

“Small, lets go get you cleaned up.” Namjoon glared at me whilst walking past holding a limping Y/N by his side.

“What the hell is wrong with you hyung?” Jungkook questioned me. “And you Hoseok hyung, why are they two of you so bitter? Can’t you see how hard Y/N is trying? Can’t you see how much she’s hurting? And I don’t mean physically, but emotionally.

“What did I do?” Hoseok complained.

“Exactly, you didn’t do anything Hoseok. You arrived and hadn’t said a single word to her.” Yoongi confirmed.

“She asked me if you two hated her.” Jin confessed.

“What? No I don’t, I’m just guilty for being so mean so I don’t know how to be around her.”

“She’s trying to push it aside and pretend that nothing happened, she’s trying but the two of you aren’t doing anything to help her and Jimin hyung, why would you knock into Taehyung like that?”

“You’re jealous because we’re close aren’t you?” Taehyung interjected.

“She was my best friend, but now you come along, I don’t even know how to apologise to her and you’re making it more difficult for me.” I said in such a bitter tone, I’m sure everyone realised that I was just jealous.

“You don’t know how much she misses you Jimin, and Hoseok hyung you have no idea how bad she feels for lashing out on you. Just have some decency and apologise for a change and stop making her feel like she’s in hell because the both of you are incapable of saying a simple sorry.”

“She misses me?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? She keeps stealing glances at you and after realising you don’t even care enough to look at her face just drops.” Jungkook said whilst rolling his eyes. 

It was silent between us all until Y/N came back, smiling.

“Are you okay?” Hoseok hyung asked her, which took her by surprise because her eyes widened. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely much better now.” Her smile was so genuine, you could tell that she was sincerely happy that Hoseok acknowledged her.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” I apologised.

“Oh no, it’s not your fault I’m just really clumsy I mean I must take it after my brother, I can’t even stand properly.” Namjoon hyung flicked her on the head.

“Not just that, I’m sorry for everything.” She looked like she wanted to cry, but instead she just wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“It’s okay, I just want my best friend back.” I nodded and hugged her back.

Namjoon’s p.o.v

After a few hours, we parted our ways. Y/N and I headed out to grab dinner whilst everyone else went home. Although we practically spent the whole day together, we barely even spoke because of the guys. 

“How have you been small?” I say whilst looking up from the menu.

“Pretty good I guess, how about you?” 

“Same, just busy I guess.”

“You don’t have to have dinner with me if you’re busy you know, I mean you’ve already spent the whole day with me and that’s honestly more than enough.” She looked guilty, how and why does she look guilty for asking to spend time with me? Her brother.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Right, I’m sorry.”

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” I asked her. 

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.” 

Y/N’s p.o.v

I felt like I wanted to cry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t know how to act in front of Joonie. I don’t want to do anything that will make him mad at me. 

“Why do I still feel so distant from you?” he asked me, that’s something I never wanted to hear, because it’s not what I want and if that’s what he’s saying then it’s my fault he feels this way.

“I - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Will you stop apologising? You’re not doing anything wrong. What happened to you?”

“Nothing happened to me.” 

“Then why can’t you be comfortable like you were before? Like the old times? Why have you changed so much? It’s making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.”

“I, I guess I’m afraid of doing something that you don’t like that will aggravate you. I don’t want to do something that you don’t like. I want to be that good younger sister that you loved before, but I didn’t know that it was making you feel uncomfortable.”

“Why does what I like matter so much? What about the things that you like?”

Namjoon’s p.o.v

“Last time I did something like that, this huge mess happened. I don’t want that again.” She said so quietly I could barely hear her.

“This is because of me?”

“I’m not blaming you oppa, it was my fault. I should have been more careful, I should have looked out for you more and I shouldn’t have done those things that could damage your career. You’ve worked so hard for it, I can’t be the one to ruin it for you.”

“How do you think that makes me feel? I feel like I’m ruining your life because of what may or may not even happen.”

“You’re not, it’s what I chose to do.” 

“But why?”

“You’re my big brother Joonie, I don’t want to let you down. I promised that I won’t let you down but I already broke that promise so I really have to set myself straight. It’s what I’ve always done for you so I’m sorry that I messed up that one time, I won’t let it happen again, I don’t know what came over me because I never got myself into that kind of trouble before but I promise I’ll go back to how it was before.” 

“But you’re not happy.” 

“If you and the boys are happy, then I’m happy too.” she smiled at me, so genuinely. How was she so selfless? How have I never noticed? All I thought about was myself the past few years that I had no idea she was hurting.

After all this time, I’ve finally come to realise, my image, the scolding. Non of it was worth it. All this time Y/N did everything she could to protect my image like she had promised to. But when she slipped up that one time to be a normal teenage girl, we scolded her, we hurt her. I finally realised how hard it must have been for her to neglect a fun life, where she could do whatever she wanted. She was never able to be herself because she didn’t want it to affect us. She put us before herself and we selfishly put ourselves before her, or more like I put myself before her. Is our image really that important if it made those around us miserable? All this time she was looking out for us, for me. But I never did the same for her. 

END!!! thanks for reading!! 

Flowers for my sister

A/N: So when I was in Jr/Sr high they had fundraisers where for a dollar someone could buy you a rose & have it sent to on Valentine’s day. Throughout the day people would go into the classroom & pass out the flowers. They had notes on it with who it was from & whatever message they wanted. So I’m sitting here going “what fic should I write for Valentine’s day & this popped into my head.” Reader is Dean’s twin. The ending is kinda rushed but that’s because it’s bedtime but I wanted to post this on actual Valentine’s Day. Enjoy my loves.

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by queerevens

Originally posted by wincester-oops

You nearly collapsed as you set your lunch tray down at the same table that Dean was already sitting at. Dean quirked an eyebrow at you, “What’s up with you?” He questioned. You ignored him by pretending to be very interested in the disgusting lunch that was in front of you. “Aye,” Dean said while kicking your leg under the table.

“What?” You hissed at him.

“What’s going on? Why are you all, moody?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drop it, okay?” You replied before taking a bite out of the lunch the school provided for you.

“It’s not nothing if you’re acting like a-” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam rushing over to the table.

“Y/N are you okay?” Sam asked, out of breath from running, “I heard what happened and ran ove-”

“I’m fine Sam. Just drop it. Both of you. Okay?” You told them.

“Sam. Spill. Now.” Dean demanded.

“Sam, you open your mouth and you’re gonna regret it.” You replied.

Sam looked between you and Dean; you were both his older siblings, both of you were his heroes, normally he did what you asked, but this time he couldn’t.

“It’s Valentine’s day right? So these guys-” Sam started.

“Seriously Sam. Drop. It.” You hissed at him.

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The Calm After the Storm (NSFW Rowaelin)

Summary: Erawan and Maeve have been defeated, the armies of Morath are vanquished, and Aelin rightly sits on the throne of Terrasen with Rowan by her side- and Lord Darrow as a constant pain in her ass. Frustrated and in need of a break, Aelin orders Rowan to do his job and consort with his Queen.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

Thank you to Gusty @aelin-and-feyre, for approving the intro!!!

Tagging: @aelin-and-feyre, @my-life-is-a-drama-book, @hellosparkyislove, @aelinashgalathynius, @highlady-of-slytherin, @gracek03, @thanksforthememers, @feysand9299, @jessthewolfgirl, @rowaelinsmut, @tswaney17, @verbumamantem, @photofeesh

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Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where MC accidentally destroys something really important to the RFA+Saeran? With a lot of angst if you can

Honestly, they wouldn’t be all too upset with MC even if it was reaaally important—she’s more important to them, after all. Still, I did serve some angst here and there for ya. :^) It amuses me how the scenario varies so much though LOL anyway I’ll consider uploading a second post to show what happened after the worst ones.

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MC Breaks Something Important to RFA [1]


| Warning: Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Death

  • There was a corner in the house that Yoosung had always warned you not to go near.
  • He was so scarily protective about that area that his personality could take a 180 degree turn as soon as you ever mentioned it. You could be laying in his arms, watching a movie together while cooing sweet nothings to each other… but as soon as you tried to take advantage of the moment to ask about that corner, his eyes would turn cold.
  • The first couple times that you had tried asking, he would give you puppy eyes, asking you in a sad tone, “Do you not trust me…?” to which you could never talk back against, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But as you persisted throughout the 2 years you’ve spent with him, he gave up on that act, and expressed how he really felt instead.
  • Now, when you asked about it, he would only stare at you, cocking his head upward slightly as if to challenge you. “MC, haven’t you already asked hundreds of times already? Can’t you respect my privacy? We’re in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we have to know everything about each other,” he’d answer coolly.
  • You couldn’t understand why he was so uptight about it. So, one day, while he was away visiting a friend, you decided to search that area—it couldn’t hurt, right? You would put everything back anyway.
  • You knelt in front of the drawers, a determined look on your face. You had several hours before Yoosung was home, and you would clean it all up soon. When you opened the drawers… nothing seemed to really jump at you. There were only photo albums.
  • A smile tugged at your face as you reached for the album, wondering if there were really embarrassing photos hidden there that he didn’t want you to see.
  • But even as you opened it, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was weird. Why would he be this upset about mere photos? Besides, wouldn’t he have thrown them away if that were the case?
  • When your eyes fell upon the first photo, it took your breath away.
  • No wonder.
  • Rika was smiling in the photo, looking ever so innocent and joyful. Your fingers began to tremble as you turned the page, only to feel even more dread pile up in your heart. There weren’t only photos, but handwritten pages as well.
  • As you read the words, you realized how much love was poured into them. Yoosung Kim loved Rika more than a cousin, and these pages were the living proof of that.
  • Confusion tore your heart—why would he hide this, if he loved you? Wouldn’t he have told you…? Unless… he still loved her.
  • You quickly shut the book, but unbeknownst to you, a page was torn in the process…
  • As you had promised yourself, you put everything back in its place, and Yoosung didn’t notice that you had touched it, either. The only giveaway hints were that you would shy away from his touch from time to time, but it was so subtle, nobody would be able to tell.
  • It was weeks later, early in the morning at 4:30AM when Yoosung abruptly awoke you from your slumber, his eyes a stormy basil.
  • His voice was low and controlled as he asked you, “Did you touch those drawers?”
  • You didn’t answer him, still dazed from sleep, but a million thoughts flew through your mind. How did he know?
  • “I said, did you touch those drawers?” he repeated himself, his tone harsher this time.
  • When you failed to answer again, he held up the album you had opened, revealing the ripped page.
  • “I would never be so careless to rip something so important to me. And you’re the only other person in our apartment,” he drawled, his gaze cold as he looked down at you, “I never should have trusted you.”
  • His words stung, and it woke you up, hurt and betrayal swelling in your chest. “I’m not the one who stayed in a relationship for 2 goddamn years while my heart belonged to someone else! God, Yoosung, RIKA IS DEAD, can’t you accept that?! Why do you still care so much about her? Why? Why, when you have me by your side.”
  • He didn’t answer, nor did his glare falter.
  • I’m the one you’ve woken up with everyday, I’m the one who’s cooked all those meals for you, I’m the one who’s spent all this time with you for the past TWO years now. Why are you still thinking about her?!” you screamed at him, shoving him in the chest.
  • “Then leave,” he said coldly, “If you know that I don’t love you, then leave.”
  • He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked out of the room, and you eventually heard the sound of the front door slamming shut as well.
  • Your breath caught in your throat. Was he really willing to throw away everything—the bond you’ve built, the feelings you’ve accumulated, the experiences you’ve shared… because of one thing?
  • But then again… if he’s actually been in love with her all this time… was any of that even real? Had he been insincere about everything this entire time?
  • You felt dizzy with these thoughts.
  • You had given everything to him… Your time, your love, your care… He’s seen every part of your body and learned all your secrets, and you swore you two were truly in love and that you would marry someday… Had it all been in your head?
  • The dizziness only worsened, and you staggered on your feet, heading to the kitchen—the kitchen where Yoosung had always snuck up behind you while you cooked, the kitchen where the two of you had eaten together everyday…
  • Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hand and—
  • To be continued: [Here]


  • You were the clumsy type.
  • Well, maybe not exactly, but in Jumin’s house, you often found yourself breaking one thing after the other. His house was huge, but he would always receive so many gifts from business partners and coworkers alike that he didn’t always have a place for them, often cluttering tabletops and drawers.
  • He never got upset when you broke things, only ever chuckling and pinching your cheek and calling you clumsy… so when you knocked down a snow globe while digging through his closet drawer, you hadn’t expected him to get too mad either.
  • When he returned home that day, you brought it to his attention immediately like you always did. His reaction was different than you expected, though.
  • Jumin’s eyes widened as soon as the word ‘snow globe’ had passed through your lips, and his lips tugged downward after hearing the full story. Through gritted teeth, he quietly told you, “Please don’t go through my belongings like that again.”
  • You didn’t think too much of it, but you figured the snow globe must’ve been really important to him, so you did try to make it up to him…
  • That night, as you were falling asleep, you heard Jumin sighing heavily beside you, seated on the edge of the bed as he held the snow globe in hand.
  • “Even this… the last thing you gifted me is broken, Jihyun,” he murmured softly, “I wonder if every trace of you will end up disappearing like this…”
  • You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, feeling sorry that you had broken something so important to Jumin… He didn’t even get mad at you…
  • His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, a thumb wiping away your tears.
  • “Don’t cry, my love,” he said tenderly, turning off the light on his bedside table and snuggling next to you. “Please don’t cry…”
  • His soothing voice lulled you to sleep, the guilt that washed over you following you into your dreams…


  • You were playing another round of hide-and-seek, and you chose to dive under the desk of his computer this time, thinking he’d never suspect you to hide there. Normally, you hid everywhere but his office, after all…
  • As you huddled in the shadows, you noticed several papers seeped under the desk drawer, almost hidden out of sight. With a finger, you carefully slid it out, and you almost gasped in shock as you realized what it was.
  • He was still doing missions for Vanderwood.
  • That much was obvious from the details of the file. But you thought he had quit…?
  • When you started dating, Seven told you that the agency was finally letting him go… so why was this here?
  • You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe the file was old.
  • You opened the folder, squinting to read the words in the dark room, the only light coming from the half-open door. The file dated back to last year. What a relief…
  • But as you skimmed over the contents, your heart dropped again.
  • In exchange for permitting Agent 707’s leave, the final mission….break into C&R files….client demanded its bankruptcy…’
  • You swallowed hard. This was the price of your relationship…? Betraying Jumin and Jaehee’s trust…
  • Clearly, Seven had taken it as slow as possible, but this time also allowed for the bond between them to deepen, and he’d earned more and more of their trust. You knew that Seven already had access to several files and accounts associated with the C&R, but you hadn’t realized that his willingness to help had stemmed from this.
  • “I found you~” His cheery voice was close, and you noticed he was beside you. You quickly ripped the file, as it was all you could think of doing in that moment. He knelt down, but the large grin on his face disappeared as soon as he saw the torn sheets in your hands.
  • His eyes lost their playful gleam, and he suddenly sat cross-legged. It was completely silent for a few moments.
  • “MC,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”
  • “…Why are you doing this?”
  • His response came in a flash. “Because I love you! I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose the only happiness I’ve found after all these years… please, you have to understand,” he was whimpering, “I’d do anything to be with you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to them, but I wanted to be selfish for once…”
  • Your heart broke in two at the expression on his face—desperation, sorrow, regret and pain… You could see that much. And you knew you forgave him, because you loved him too.
  • “But you can’t do this… you can’t just hurt our friends like this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disapproval. “I want to be with you, too, and I love you, but I don’t want our friends to pay the price.”
  • He sighed, looking down. “Okay… I’ll find a way. I promise.”
  • You crawled out from your hiding place and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to let him know it would be okay.

Part 2: [Here]

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Eddie and Richie constantly touching one way or another (hand holding, pressed together, ANYTHING) and the other losers thinking it's the cutest thing ever

“And this line…”

Richie traced down Eddies palm as he continued to whisper to him. Eddie had his hand laying flat over a rock as Richie danced his fingers across his palm. “means what? oh wise Richie Tozier what do you see?” Eddie chuckled softly.

“Well, I see me doin’ your mom in the very near future!” Richie shouted and took advantage of the fact that he had Eddies wrist in his grip, grinning like a idiot. But Eddie countered him and slapped him with his left hand.

“Ow! Geez, Eds. You asked me to read your future.” Richie scowled and pushed Eddies hand away, lifting it off the mold of the rock.

“No, you said ‘Eddie, wanna let me read your future?’ And I said ‘No, Richie’ but you grabbed my hand anyway.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

A few feet away, Ben was tying his shoe and observed the recent showing of, Eddie and Richie slapping the shit out of each other. It was a common show. Ben laughed and shoved his shoe back on the ground.

Beverly was attempting to lead them in a conversation about their latest school assignment, she leaned her hand in the dirt to balance herself as she spoke.

But she quickly started to smile to herself as she realized that Eddie had put his hand back to lying on the rock and Richie silently went back to tracing his fingers over the lines of Eddies palm, since it was Richie, he was still whispering his vision of Eddies future to him in his ear.

“You wanna share that with the class, Tozier?” Beverly clicked her tongue and Richie snapped his head up. Something in her made her wish she didn’t interrupt the moment. But she figured it wouldn’t make that big of a difference, considering the fact that Richie and Eddie seemed to always be doing something on the side of their group conversations.

“I can share your future if you want, gimme your hand Bev!!” Richie jumped up and shot over to the laughing girl.


Eddie, in all his paranoia, had squeezed out a lot more hand sanitizer than he had planned. He watched the large puddle of liquid slid in his hand. He looked up and glanced around to see if he could spot Stan. He wouldn’t mind taking some of the sanitizer off of Eddie’s hand. But as he squinted forward to find him, a more annoying friend bumped his side. 

“You know Eds, It was only tree sap….fitting for you, I mean you’re the biggest sap I know.” Richie chuckled as he thought back to five minutes ago when Eddie shrieked over having made contact with the sticky substance, not sure what it was. As Richie laughed, a mischievous smile took over Eddie’s face. 

“I don’t know Rich…It looks disgusting..” Eddie wavered his voice to sound concerned as he pretended to inspect his hand, knowing exactly what the curious trashmouth would do next. 

“Let me see!” Richie pulled Eddie’s hand like Eddie predicted so Eddie quickly raised his hand and smeared his sanitizer on Richie’s chin, careful to avoid his mouth. “Ew! Jesus Eds. Do you even know what that stuff is?” Richie grimaced as he rubbed it right off his chin. 

Eddie continued to giggle. “It’s only hand sanitizer, Richie relax.” 

Richie wiped the last bit off his face and looked at Eddie with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “You think you’re so funny…” He pointed his finger teasingly at Eddie who grabbed it and pulled his hand down. 

“I think that was hysterical.” Eddie laughed. 

Their little charade had finally gotten their friends attention and they’d slowed down to watch the show. Eddie seemed to be teasing Richie, who was attempting to get a rise out of the smaller boy. But between their bodies, their clasped hands were moving slightly back and forth. It was almost like they just had yet to notice that neither of them had let go yet. 

Mike smiled and shook his head and looked at the others to say ‘Can you believe this?’ and everyone concealed their giggles. Stan, who’d barely been paying attention glanced up and decided to tease them.

“Hey Eddie do you have any hand sanitizer?” Stan shouted suddenly, Richie and Eddie hopped away from each other and let go of their hands as if they’d been burned. Their cheeks rosy. Stan smirked to himself. 


Richie had proudly shoved his new joy buzzer onto his hand and was excited to meet his friends so he could test the thing out. And as he skipped down to the quarry, his eyes landed on the unsuspecting Mike. He grinned. 

“Hey Mike?” 

Mike glanced up from his perch on a rock, the only one currently on land. He gave Richie a suspicious look and waited for him to say something. 

“My dad says my handshake is weak, can I ask for your opinion?” Richie asked, it was the only excuse he could think of to get Mike to shake his hand. But Mike was not dumb. He looked Richie up and down and chuckled.

“I’m not falling for that one, Rich.” 

Richie grimaced and kicked a pebble. He observed his friends start to come out of the water and dry themselves off. Eddie wrapped himself in a towel but as he was climbing over some of the rock, he tripped and started to fall forward. 

Richie instinctively reached out and grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him up to stop his from face planting. He hadn’t realized his mistake until Eddie’s thankful smile turned pain filled. “Ow! Fuck Richie!” Eddie shook his hand and bit his lip at the small shock that went through his hand. 

“Hey that’s what your mom said last-” 

Eddie pushed Richie and he collapsed onto a rock. “Hey, Eds. I forgot I was wearing it for a second. I was only trying to help.” 

Eddie continued to shake his hand. “That shit hurt.” 

Richie rolled his eyes and made sure he took the buzzer off before grabbing Eddies hand again.  The only thing he could think to do was to rub his hand soothingly. Eddie let his pout fall into a small smile. The two boys sat so close together that Eddie was nearly in Richie’s lap as he rubbed the smaller boys hand. 

“I can’t believe they don’t know how cute they are right now.” Beverly chuckled and Stan shook his head. 

“I don’t see how it’s possible for them to constantly be in each others personal space and not think anything of it.” Stan mumbled with a shake of his head. 

“They’ve a-a-always b-been like that too.” Bill rolled his eyes. 

“It’s adorable.” Ben watched them with an amused grin and Mike nodded in agreement. 

Quixotic [PJM] (M)

↠ ghoul!jimin x f!reader, 14.4k, it doesn’t matter who cares about you, it matters who lies about caring for you
smut (its in a car yo), mentions of social constructs and other things related, also mentions of creatures that aren’t exactly human, much angst

Quixotic - (adj.) extremely idealistic; unrealistic and impractical.

“I don’t have a heart. I think you should know. I don’t have a heart so usually I make decisions without any feeling. I don’t want you to think that I don’t care, because I do. I just care about you with my being, not my heart. I don’t have emotions like humans.”

Originally posted by kookmint

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Stuck on You

Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Summary: After years of friendship and secret feelings, Reader moves onto the next dude, making Peter jealous.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, swirling your tea cup, avoiding May’s gaze at all costs, “He’s so smitten with Liz, it’s almost creepy…” You explained, shrugging your shoulders. You lifted the teacup to your mouth, mostly to hide your blushing face.

You had been friends with Peter since your family moved to New York when you were in the seventh grade; you had a crush on him since the eighth grade. May had confronted you about it a few months back, and you’ve been confiding in her since then. She suspects Peter feels the same, but you have your doubts. All the guy talks about is Liz! Well, her, and school, and Ned, and May, and the Stark internship, and the million different movie franchises he follows—but he does talk about Liz a lot. And it hurt at first, but letting out the feelings with May had it’s advantages; you talked out your feelings, which made you feel a lot better. But you’ve also learned that she’s secretly rooting for the two of you. Sure, it made you feel good, but it means practically nothing if Peter doesn’t feel the same way.

“I really love the kid,” she said, getting up to pour some more tea into her cup, “But if Liz is a senior, and really ignores him as much as you say… I don’t know, I just wish he would take my advice!” She complained, pouring in some milk and stirring it all around.

“You just have to let him come to you,” you said, taking a sip of your drink. “It’ll happen eventually; I’ve seen tonnes of contemporary movies, and have read even more Y.A novels. Trust me. It’ll happen.”

May chuckled as she retook her seat, “Thanks Y/N,” she smiled, “And listen, I know you’re stuck on Peter right now… But he’s got a lot on his plate, with his new internship, and school, and if you’re ready for something he’s not ready for… Maybe you don’t need to wait around for him,” she said gently, “I think you two would be great together, but I hate seeing you so beat up about him—I mean, he’s great, but he’s not that great,” she smirked teasingly. “What about that other guy you keep talking about? John something? John… Med-something? Meddling? Meddleton?” She rambled, cocking her head to the side expectantly.

“Meddleson,” you replied, “The funniest guy in pre-calc…” You said dreamily, just as the door swung open and Peter walked in.

“Talking about me?” He asked cockily, and weirdly out of breath.

You shook your head, standing from your seat, “No,” you replied, smiling, “John from pre-calc.”

Peter rolled his eyes, “You really think he’s the funniest guy in that class?” He asked, “Really?”
You shrugged your shoulders in response as Peter lead you into his bedroom, “Thanks for the advice, May,” you said, now ignoring Peter, “I think I’ll try it.”

“It’ll be good for you,” she replied with a grin, “Let me know how it goes.”

“Of course,” you smiled, following Peter into his bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Peter threw his backpack into his closet, before flopping down on his bed, “You know,” he began, eyeing you curiously, “You’re spending a lot of time with Aunt May recently; not sure if I like it or not. Kind of seems like you’re using me to visit with my Aunt.”

You rolled your eyes and joined Peter on his bed, taking out your calculus textbook from your backpack, “Don’t be ridiculous,” you shook your head, “She’s just a bonus.”


That evening, you had thought a lot about what May had said to you; of course you were a bit upset, and maybe a few tears were shed, but if it was meant to be, it would happen. But until it did, you didn’t want to be just waiting around for Peter. Instead, you busied yourself with John. You didn’t have many mutual friends with him, but you two did sit next to each other in pre-calc, which you were planning on taking advantage of.

That morning, you put on your best outfit, and got up early to make sure your hair wasn’t too out of control. Pre-calc was your last block of the morning, giving you time to think through a plan…

As soon as you got out of chemistry, you bid adieu to Michelle, and dragged Peter with you to math as quickly as you could.

“In a hurry?” He teased as you hurried through the hallway.

You shrugged your shoulders in response, “Let’s just go, Pete,” you grinned as you entered the room.

Recognizing the familiar head of wavy brown hair, you took your seat at the table with John, across from where Peter always sat.

“Morning, John,” You said, trying to sound cool, as you laid your backpack out and grabbed your textbook out.

He smiled his toothy grin at you, before responding, “Morning, Y/L/N,” he replied, “How was chem?” He asked, flipping through his notebook for a new page, “That was your last class wasn’t it?”

You nodded your head as you felt your cheeks heat up, “Yeah,” you answered, breathily, “It was alright… Mr. Hall gave us three assignments for homework, though, and I still have no idea how to balance an equation,” you admitted, embarrassingly.

John smiled as he shrugged his shoulders, “Well I took his class last year; maybe I could help,” he offered, “I did get an A.”

You couldn’t help but smile brightly as you nodded your head, “That sounds great,” you began, but didn’t get the chance to continue on account of Peter butting in from the table beside you.

“Actually,” he whispered, just loud enough to interrupt, “I’m in that class too, and I’m sitting at a 93%… And you kind of already asked me to help you out,” he said awkwardly, looking at you, hopefully. “Remember? You’re coming over tonight?”
You shook your head, shooting him daggers with your eyes, “And remember,” you shot back, “You cancelled. Said you’re busy with the Stark internship…”

Peter shook his head, quickly, “Not tonight,” he said, “Thanks for the offer, though, John.”

You sighed, and looked back at John, bashfully; luckily, he began to speak, so you didn’t have to.

“Well,” he said, still grinning, “If he’s ever too busy, you can just text me,” he said, a rosy blush taking over his cheeks.

You nodded as he wrote down his number in your notebook. You couldn’t wait to tell Aunt May.


Even though Peter nearly got in the middle of your plans, he managed to just barely stay out of the way. Sure, your study date got interrupted, but at least you got John’s number; that had to mean something, didn’t it?

That evening, May was working a double shift, so she wasn’t home. Unfortunately, neither was Peter. Groaning, you slammed the door shut, and made your way to his bedroom to wait for him.

“Hey, Y/N,” a voice said, spooking you.

Yelping, you jumped back, grabbing your hand to your chest, “Ned!” You exclaimed, “What are you doing here?!”
“Peter and I are going to build this new lego project I just got!” He said, quick to defend himself. “It’s Star Wars!”

You rolled your eyes, “Peter promised to help with my chemistry homework,” You groaned, “And he’s not even here to explain himself,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Ned sighed, “He has been busier recently, with that internship and all.”

You nodded your head, joining Ned on the bed, “And he’s been acting weird recently, too,” you added, “If he didn’t have time for me, why’d he offer to help?”

“Maybe he’s developing a God complex,” Ned muttered, “This is, like, the fourth time this month he’s bailed on me.”

You nodded in agreement, as Ned continued on. “You know, I’m pretty good at chemistry… I can help you with the homework if you want.”

You smiled up at him, gratefully, as you nodded, “Thanks,” you grinned, “I’d appreciate that.”

It was hours later, the sky was dark, the stars were out, your homework was completed, and now you were building a Death Star with Ned.

“I can’t believe he bailed on the both of us,” you said under your breath, “What do you think he’s doing, anyway?” You asked as you struggled to look through the instructions.

Ned shrugged, but before he could respond, the window to Peter’s window creaked open. In shock, you and Ned shared a look of panic, unsure of what to do; you’ve never been robbed before, you had no idea how to handle the situation. And Death Stars are only useful modes of destruction in the cinematic universe, not reality, you had literally nothing to defend yourself with!

Silently, who you immediately recognized as Spider-Man, began crawling across Peter’s room and closed his bedroom door without a noise.

Your heart was beating a mile a minute, and your brain was just screaming at you to do something, but your body refused to react. Until he took off his mask.

Ned dropped the Death Star, and your eyes widened immediately. “Hey,” you said, your voice a whisper, “We worked hard on that.”


“So this is why you keep bailing?” You asked through your teeth, once Peter gave up on trying to lie to you and Ned.

Pete sighed and sat on his bed, nodding, “Yeah—you can’t tell anyone, and I mean anyone. Even aunt May doesn’t know; it’s just me, you two, and Mr. Stark.”
You threw your hands up in the air, “So this is the Stark Internship that’s been keeping you so busy? Peter, do you have any idea how dangerous this is!” You exclaimed, crossing your arms.

“Not to mention inconvenient,” Ned added bitterly, “We were waiting her for hours for you to come home.”

You nodded your head in agreement, “Yeah,” you sighed, “Why would you offer to help me with chemistry, if you weren’t even going to be here?” You asked petulantly.

Peter looked at his feet as he wiggled his toes, “I don’t know,” he admitted, “I didn’t know I’d be busy—“

“Too busy to send a message?” Ned asked.

“I thought you’d guys be psyched!” Peter said, “You don’t think this is the tiniest bit cool?” He asked, looking between the two of you, hopefully.

“It’s late,” you said instead of answering his question, “I have to go.”

Grabbing your backpack, you ignored Peter as he tried calling you back. How could he not tell you he was Spider-man? You two had been friends for years, and he’s horrible at secrets, how did he manage to keep this to himself? But that didn’t even explain half of your anger. In the cafeteria today, you overheard Liz and her friends talking about guys, and apparently Liz has quite the thing for Spider-Man… When she finds out—you decided not to think about it. Just listen to Aunt May, just listen to Aunt May, you repeated to yourself as you approached the school the next morning.

Choosing it’d be best to ignore Peter for a while, you busied yourself with trying to work on some equations by yourself; Ned was a pretty good tutor, but if you wanted to forget about Pete you’d need a different guy helping you out.

“Hey John,” you grinned as you sat beside him, “What are you doing after school?”


After a multitude of ignored text messages and phone calls, you finally picked up Peter’s call.

“Hello,” You deadpanned.

“Oh, you answered—t-this is Peter,” Peter said awkwardly, making you roll your eyes.

“I know who it is, idiot,” you sighed, “What do you want?”

A moment passed before Peter responded, “Where are you?”

“Your house?”

You sighed. “Yes.”

“I’ll be right there.”

Before you could deny him, he had already hung up, and it only took a minute or two before there was a knock on your bedroom door.

You couldn’t help but sigh, “Come in, Pete.” Cautiously, he entered. “Were you waiting out there?” You asked, cocking your head to the side.

He nodded his head, bashfully, “Yeah,” he admitted shyly, “Listen, can we talk?” He asked, “You’ve been ignoring me all day and it’s really driving me nuts.”

You looked down to your pencil in your hand and began fiddling with it. “Yeah,” you said, your voice small, “I’m sorry I was upset with you.”

“Why?” He asked, almost immediately, “I mean—I mean why were you upset with me? Because I didn’t tell you about the whole Spiderman thing? I couldn’t tell anyone! I told you, even Aunt May doesn’t know!” He rambled, “Or is it because I couldn’t make it last night—I tried, I really tried, but there was this whole thing downtown, and I had to be there, I—“

“Peter,” you cut him off, “It’s fine, it’s nothing,” you tried, before changing your mind. “Well, it is something,” you said, throwing one of your pillows at him. “Why would you make a fuss about John tutoring me, then leaving me cold when you take his place?” You spat, “And I thought I was your best friend, how could keep that a secret from me?”
Holding the pillow on his lap, Peter shrugged, “John sucks,” he muttered. “Why’d you want to hang out with him, anyway?”

You rolled your eyes, “Because he offered to help me with balancing my equations—you know I have trouble with that!”
“Yeah, I do know that, so why didn’t you ask me to help you?” He asked, avoiding eye contact, instead looking at the pillow in his lap.

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to come up with a reason that didn’t give away your feelings for him. “… Well you were so busy,” you explained poorly, “And I don’t know… I kind of—“

“Don’t say you like him,” Peter groaned, “Seriously?!”

“What’s the matter with John?” You asked defensively, “He’s a nice guy!”
“He’s the worst,” Peter sighed.

You furrowed your brows and cocked your head, “What’s John ever done to you?” You asked, “I didn’t even know you two talked to each other.”

“We don’t,” Peter sighed, “I just—John? Really?”

You rolled your eyes, “What’s it to you anyway, Parker, I just said I kind of liked him, it’s not like i’m inviting you to our wedding or anything. He didn’t even ask me out, we just did homework at his place… It was very PG 13.”

Peter sighed, still avoiding your eye contact. Deciding to drop the topic, he moved on; “So you don’t even think it’s cool that I’m Spider-Man?” He asked, still grumpy from your last conversation.

“I think it’s dangerous,” you responded, “Have you gotten hurt?”

Peter shook his head, “No,” he answered, “Not too terribly, anyway…”

You sighed, “Do you think you’ll ever get hurt too terribly?” You asked.

He couldn’t help but smile; “Why?” He asked cockily, “Are you worried?” He continued, finally having the courage to look you in the eye.

You threw another pillow at him, “Of course I am, stupid,” you answered, “You’re just a kid!”

“Am not,” he refuted, “Spider-MAN. It’s right in the name,” he laughed, throwing the pillow back at you.

“You’re lego collection says otherwise,” you teased, unable to hold back your grin.

“Okay,” he grinned, rolling up his sleeves theatrically, “That’s it, you deserve this, Y/N,” he beamed, leaping at you, his fingers immediately tickling your sides.

You laughed as you tried pushing him off of you, “Peter,” you yelped, “Stop it!”

He flopped down on top of you, resting his hands on your waist; “I missed you today,” he stated, “You didn’t even say good morning.”

You looked all around your room to avoid looking at the boy laying directly on top of you; “M’sorry,” you muttered, “I was just upset… I won’t do it again.”

Peter nodded in approval, “It was almost as bad as when your family went on that vacation to California; we barely talked all week…”

“At least you had Ned,” you consoled him, playing with the tips of his hair, “And Michelle.”

Peter shook his head, “No,” he said softly, “They’re different…”

You immediately felt your cheeks heat up, and prayed silently that Peter couldn’t feel your heart beating abnormally quickly from his spot on your chest. “You think?” You asked, trying to keep the hope out of your voice.

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” he replied, moving so he was resting his weight on his forearms instead of on you. “I don’t really have anything against John from pre-calc. I just… I’ve liked you for a long time, but I didn’t think you felt the same about me—“

Cutting him off, you used your finger to tie his chin up to force him to look at you before kissing him softly, giving him a chance to pull away if he wanted to. When you felt him kiss you back, your heart practically melted.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, too, Pete,” you said softly. “Aunt May is going to be so excited about this.”

Peter cocked his head, “What?”

Oblivious || Part 2

being oblivious had its perks… but not so much this time. 

(part one


You just didn’t understand. You were so… You were so sure of yourself. You were so sure that Harry liked you back. Following the humiliating interaction with Harry, you immediately took a cab home and found yourself staring at a blank television screen for at least an hour, just dwelling in your little bubble of self-pity. How could you have been so… Well, oblivious? Harry was giving you all the ‘you’re such a good friend’ signs and none of them translated properly in your head. And although it had already been about a week since that happened, you could still feel the dark cloud of pure heartbreak looming over you. You had been with Harry for a long time: you helped him whenever he needed it, you supported him with any choice he made, whether it be ‘I think I’m going to go for the kale-banana smoothie’ or ‘I’m thinking of auditioning for a film...’, and you just… God, you were so in love with him. He was sweet, hilarious, dorky, and was able to charm anyone’s socks off, and he always made you feel all warm and cozy inside. But you probably changed all of that when all your dumb emotions gushed out of you. 

“Should’ve stayed at home.” You murmured to yourself, tracing your finger along the rim of your empty margarita glass. Harry had invited you out (surprisingly) since there was a special two-for-one deal at one of his favourite clubs in LA, and you figured it was about time you stepped out of your apartment. The pizza and takeaway boxes were beginning to pile up, anyway. 

“C’mon, Y/N. Perk up a little! Harry’s going to feel terrible if he sees you moping around. He’s the one paying for these drinks, after all. I’m so thankful you’re best friends with a famous person because otherwise, I wouldn’t be getting a $20 margarita for you.” Y/F/N set another drink in front of you before poking your cheek in an attempt to get some kind of reaction out of you. You hadn’t told Y/F/N about what happened because frankly, it was embarrassing as hell and you preferred not to relive the trauma. You were usually good at covering up your emotions and pretending everything was fine, but for some reason, you couldn’t shake it off this time. Your heart just felt heavy 24/7, and you desperately wanted the ground to swallow you up whenever you thought about Harry.  

“I’m just a little tired, that’s all.” You said quietly, mustering a smile as best as you could. “I haven’t been able to sleep lately!” 

“These drinks will definitely put you to sleep.” Y/F/N laughed, gesturing for you to take a sip. It was then that your eyes flickered over to the other side of the room, and you noticed Harry dancing and laughing with… What was her name again? 

“I think Camille and Harry make a nice couple. Don’t you think?” Y/F/N glanced over when she noticed you staring over in that direction. “She’s gorgeous, too. I swear to god these bloody Victoria Secret models are just all over LA.“

“Uh-huh.” You faked another smile, immediately being reminded of the fact that you just weren’t Harry’s type, and your fantasy of being with him was never going to become a reality. You scrunched your nose up after downing the rest of your drink, forcing yourself to look away. What made this worse was that you were responsible for taking Harry home and you couldn’t even look him in the eye for a second before humiliation began settling in. 


“Maybe you shouldn’t have taken advantage of the two-for-one deal.” You couldn’t help but laugh quietly when Harry leaned against you, his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist. “Let’s get you home, get you cleaned up and-” 

“Harry!” You stopped when you heard someone calling for Harry, making you turn around and struggling to not drop him. (He was really, really leaning against you.) 

“Camille!” Harry slurred, standing up straight with a dopey smile on his face. 

“You left your jacket by the bar. Come back and get it, silly!” She beamed, reaching over and grabbing Harry’s arm before looking over at you. You were already intimidated. Her flowing blonde hair, bright eyes, long legs… You could easily see why Harry was interested. “Have we met?” 

“We haven’t. I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet-” 

“Let’s go get my jacket!” Harry cut you off, pulling Camille along as he headed back for the entrance. 

“I’ll just- Harry, I’ll wait for you over here- Okay, you’re gone.” You huffed, plopping yourself down by the street light. You probably should’ve driven here but you figured you’d get a little tipsy as well, and Uber was always an option! You just wanted to go home. Get Harry tucked in, put the Advil and bottle of water on his desk, and then go home. It had been about five minutes… It didn’t take that long to get a jacket. To be fair, Harry could barely walk in a straight line, you could wait a little while longer. 

Little did you know, Harry had gone home with Camille and completely forgot about you, sitting outside and waiting patiently for him to come out. He really was forgetful under the influence of alcohol. 


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Just Roommates

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Request: Hi! Can u do one where the reader is in love with Dean and one day he brings a girl to the bunker and introduces her as his girlfriend and the reader is kinda mean to her, but later on tries to move on from Dean with Crowley and Dean finds out and you decide how it ends?

Pairing: Dean x reader/Crowley x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Oh you really shouldn’t have let me decide how to end this one…

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All Night Long

Originally posted by iwishicouldfindthewords

Originally posted by locareprimidas2

Request: Imagine meeting Juice in a carpark at 3am and he’s worried about your safety and it makes you cry a bit because you feel like you have no one to call a friend anymore and Juice stays with you all day.



It wasn’t unusual for your best friend to turn up at your house unannounced. But usually you were home when she did.
You parked your car in the driveway and hopped out, slinging your bag over your shoulder and bumping the door shut with your hip.
Knowing her, she’d probably forgot to pay her power bill or buy groceries and was taking full advantage of your open door policy. You didn’t mind, because when your cupboards weren’t stocked, or your water was running cold you knew you could turn to her.
You only hoped that she hadn’t woken up George. Your fiancé had had a late night at work on the night shift and you had slipped out as silently as you could when you left for work this morning.
But the office had been quiet and your boss had decided to let you all go home early.
You walked quickly to the front door, humming to yourself as you went and you swung the door shut behind you before dropping your bag to the floor.
“You better not be eating my oreos!”
You kicked off your shoes and walked into the lounge.
No one was in there.
You headed for the kitchen and when you saw that it was empty too you frowned and put your hands on your hips.
And that was when you heard it.
A moan.
Coming from down the hall.
You gulped and almost instantly felt sick to your stomach.
With careful footsteps you crept down the hallway.
You took another step.
Another moan.
Two more steps.
“Fuck! Yes!”
One more step.
You stopped outside your bedroom door.
With a shaking hand you turned the door knob slowly, careful not to make any noise.
Another moan.
You took a deep breath and threw the door open.
It was almost comical, the way they jumped,  their eyes open wide like a deer caught in headlights.
Scrambling to grab at the sheets and cover their naked bodies.
Their mouths bobbing open like  fucking goldfish.
Your fiancé, in bed with your best friend. Your best friend, in bed with your fiancé.
Your fiancé.
Your best friend.

You want to deny the nightmare before you; it just had to be a nightmare, right?
Not him. Not her.
You had always thought you’d known what you would do in a situation like this. You thought you’d fly into a rage, pummel his chest with your fists, drag her out of your bed by her hair, scream until your throat was raw.
But you didn’t do any of those things.
You stood, frozen with shock, only able to stare.
In the faint distance you hear George, stuttering his explanation.
The cliche ‘its not what it looks like’ as he stands, clutching the pillow to his crotch as if you’d never seen his dick before.
Now she was scrambling, wrapping the sheet around her naked body as she slid off the bed.
You saw her lips, mouthing ‘it just sort of happened’ and ‘it doesn’t mean anything’ but you didn’t hear her.
You didn’t hear him pleading with you.
Your mind was racing but you still stood, unmoving.
“We didn’t mean for this to happen!”
Something snapped inside you and you slid the ring off your finger, throwing it in his face before clenching your fist and swinging it into his jaw.
“Fuck you!” You screamed.
“Fuck both of you!”


“Come on, (y/n). Cheer up.”
“Cheer up?! Are you fucking kidding me Chelsea?”
Your sister rolled her eyes and slammed another shot before forcing a glass into your hand.
“I didn’t mean it like that. Just ya know, maybe its time to move on.”
“Jesus christ.” You took the shot and gestured to the bartender for another round. “You do realise I was engaged, right? To be married?”
“Look, I get its a shitty situation. He’s a scumbag and she’s a hoe. I get it. But you cant dwell on it forever.”
“Its been a week.”
“Thats six days too long, babe.”
You both took a shot.
“Plus, I never liked him anyway.” She shrugged.
“You didn’t?
“He wasn’t right for you. He wears crocs, (y/n). In public.”
You laughed and took another shot before spinning on your stool and looking around the bar.
“What am i gonna do?”
“Get drunk. Fuck a stranger.” Chelsea shrugged.
“Great advice, sis.” You rolled your eyes. “Really though, where do I go from here?”
Your sister sighed and turned in her seat too and she leant back against the abr.
“Honestly? I don’t know what you’re gonna do. But I know who Im gonna do.”
She winked at you and slinked off her chair, walking confidently to the table at the back of the room, where three guys sat.
You sighed and ordered another shot. For now, you were allowed to feel sorry for yourself.

“Your call has been redirected to a prerecorded voice messaging system. Please-“
You hit end and sighed.
Why was it that no one ever answered the phone when you needed them too.
It was the third number you’d tried. First, you’d tried Sarah, your friend. And then another friend, but she had sent you to voicemal. And then you’d tried Susan from work. God you didn’t even fucking like Susan, but you just needed someone to talk to.
As much as you loved your sister, and her coping methods, you just needed to voice your thoughts.
Nothing was making any sense anymore and no matter how much you drank you couldn’t wipe the memory of that day from replaying in your mind.
You didn’t know which betrayal was worse.
Absentmindedly you rubbed the spot on your finger where your ring used to sit. At least you hadn’t married him yet. Thats gotta be a positive, right? Silver lining or some shit.
“Hurry up!”
You looked up from your spot on the bathroom counter and sighed.
You couldn’t hide in the bathroom of a bar forever.
“Just a sec!”
You splashed some water on your face and dabbed it dry wiht a paper towel before you headed back to the table.
“(Y/n)! Where’d you go?!”
You slid back into the booth next to your drunk sister, who threw her arms around you.
The guys from earlier had been shouting drinks all night, and all though you didn’t mind their company, all you wanted was to hang out with your sister. Alone.
“So, (y/n), tell me about yourself.” The guy in front of you smiled. TIm, you think his name was.
“Id rather not.” You sighed.
Chelsea nudged your arm and you rolled your eyes.
“(Y/n) here just got out of a shitty relationship.”
You frowned and the guys looked at you curiously.
“He cheated on her.” Chelsea whispered, loudly. Vodka always did go straight to her head.
“With her best friend!”
You lifted the glass in front of you and downed it before slamming it down on the table.
“Well you know what they say,” Tim said, a smirk on his face.
You looked at him with raised eye brows, an unamused look on your face.
“The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
You grimaced.
“Im going home.”
Chelsea grabbed your arm and tugged you back into your seat but you shook her off.
“Are you coming?”
Chelsea looked between you and the guys who were watching her expectantly.
“Im gonna stay, sis. You should too!”
“Suit yourself.”
You turned your back and headed out of the club, trying- but failing to ignore the laughter coming from the table and tears stung at your eyes.
For a moment you considered ordering another round of drinks and getting black out wasted.
But everything in this bar was becoming too much; the Bon Jovi blasting through the speakers, the clinking of glasses, the raised voices battling to be heard over each other.
You decided against it and headed for the door.
The night air hit you and you tugged your jacket tighter around yourself.
You walked to the carpark and sat down on the curb, pulling out your phone and dialled for a taxi.
The operator told you there’d be an hour wait, and after trying the only other cab company in the area and being told the same thing, you sighed and booked it anyway.
Why had your sister dragged you to the bar furthest from your motel?!
It was too far to walk, and you didn’t really have the energy.
Looks like you’d just have to wait.


You tried the lighter again, hoping desperately to see a flame but just like last time the lighter sparked before dying out.
“Need a light?”
You jumped and turned to look behind you.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just um.. I have a lighter,” The guy said, holding out an old zippo lighter and a warm smile on his face.
You flashed him a smile and took the lighter. Your hand met his and you couldn’t help but notice how warm they were.
You lit your cigarette. It was your fifth smoke since you’d come outside but you always smoked like a prostitute when you were angry. or nervous. Or drunk, for that matter.
“Are you waiting for someone?” He asked.
You passed the lighter back to him and he shoved it deep into the pocket of his hoodie.
“Cab.” You answered and took a long drive. “They said it’d be an hour. But that was well over an hour ago.”
“Huh.” He sat down next to you.
You turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, I’ll wait with you.”
“Its okay. I’ll be fine, really.”
“I dont mind.” His smile was warm and he seemed genuine. You shrugged and he pulled his own pack of cigarettes out of his pockets.
You looked at him and this time you really took him in.
His mohawk, his tribal tattoos on either side, the plain black hoodie he wore. His warm brown eyes.
You both sat in silence as you smoked, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
“Im (y/n).”
He smiled warmly at you. “Juan Carlos.”
You smiled back at him. “You really don’t need to wait with me, Im sure they wont be long.”
“Its fine, really. Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be on these streets alone.”
You blushed and looked away.
The streetlights shone down on you, illuminating your features and Juice studied you the best he could without staring.
Why did he even care? He didn’t know you. Why did some stranger seem to care more about you then your own friends and family.
The emotions you’d been fighting to hold in all week suddenly washed over you and you turned away as a tear rolled down your cheek.
Juice took once last drag of his cigarette before flicking the butt into the gutter. He heard a sniffle and noticed your shoulders slowly shaking.
For a second he was alarmed. What had he done?!
He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he couldn’t just ignore you crying.
Fuck it, he thought.
He didn’t speak. He just wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.
Which only seemed to make you cry harder and he rocked you slowly.
“Fuck.” You laughed humourlessly and wiped your tears away.
“Im sorry.”
“Dont apologise.”
You turned to him. His brown eyes were filled with worry and a sad smile was on his lips.
He looked into your eyes. God, there was something so beautiful about eyes that have just cried. Glistening with unshed tears and wet lashes, like an open window into your soul.
He was overwhelmed by the emotion you held in your eyes. Your face was almost blank, but when he looked into your eyes he felt every emotion that had washed over you. Your eyes betrayed you, letting him see all the pain you’d been fighting so hard to hold in.
He rubbed your back gently before pulling away and rummaged through his pockets.
You looked away, cursing yourself for breaking down in front of the cute Puerto Rican boy.
When you looked back he had a joint in his hands and he gave you a sheepish grin.
You laughed and he lit it, taking a long drag before offering it to you.
“You smoke?”
“Yeah,” You shrugged and took it between your fingers.  “I mean, I haven’t in years. My fiancé hates it.”
“Your engaged?”
You blew out a long cloud before shaking your head.
“Not any more.”
He nodded slowly and silence fell between you once more, as you passed the joint back and forth.
“Everythings so fucked up.”
Juice stood, tossing the burnt out roach into the street.
He held out his hand and you looked up at him with raised eyebrows.
“Come on,” He smiled. “You can tell me everything over pancakes.”
You smiled and bit your lip, checking the street to make sure your cab hadn’t finally arrived. It hadn’t, and you were strangely relieved.
“Its 3am. Is anything even open?”
He nodded. “Theres an all-night diner in the next street. They do this thing called the Juan Carlos special. Some genius invented it, its world famous. You really should try it.”
You grinned and took hold of his warm hand and he pulled you up, that goddamned smile all over his face.


“Jesus.” You whispered under your breath as the waitress placed the food on your table.
Two plates each loaded with a four inch stack of pancakes, two waffles, a jug of maple syrup, banana, whipped cream, and a shit ton of bacon. The ‘Juan Carlos Special’.
Juice grinned and tucked in, stabbing into the pile of bacon with his fork.
“You not hungry?” He asked with a mouthful of pancake.
You laughed and shook your head. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Bacon. Always start with bacon.”
You picked up your fork and stabbed a piece of bacon, moaning when the flavour hit your tongue.
Juice grinned across the table.
“So, tell me everything.”
“You really wanna know?” You sighed.
He shrugged and lifted the jug or maple syrup and poured the whole thing onto his plate.
“Only if you want to.” He waved a forkful of pancake in the air. “Look, I’m shit at giving advice. But sometimes it helps, ya know. Talking to a stranger. Outside perspective and all that.”
“He fucked my best friend.” You blurted out.
He paused, forkful of pancake hallway to his mouth.
You nodded.
And just like that you opened up. You told him everything. You told him about your best friend and how you’d met in kindergarten. You told him about your teenage years where you and her would get up to all kinds of mischeif. You told him about the first time you met your fiancé, about your relationship, about the proposal and moving in together. Everything. Right down to when you opened that door and saw her riding his dick.
And he listened. Like, really listened. He hung off every word, asked you questions, interrupted you with mutters of ‘douchbag’ and ‘asshole’.
“So my sister dragged me out tonight to try cheer me up but she ditched me for some random guys. And no one else answered their phones.” You sighed. “I just feel like I have no one.. ya know? Like Ive lost everything.”
“Gimme your phone.” Juice said and pushed away his now empty plate.
You raised an eyebrow.
“You buy me pancakes and then rob me?”
He chuckled and held out his hand.
With a roll of your eyes you handed him your cell phone.
His fingers went to work and you watched him.
You didn’t even know this kid. And yet he was here for you; more than any of your friends had been. He had listened more than your own sister. He made you feel so.. comfortable.
You looked away from him and eyed the diner. Its checkered floors, shiny red booths, CocaCola posters from the fifties framed on the walls. Neon lights hung in the window and near the back was an old jukebox playing some Meatloaf balled.
He handed you back your phone and you glanced at the screen.
New Contact. Juice.
“My friends call me Juice.” He explained.
You hit edit on the screen. “I prefer Juan, if you don’t mind?”
His whole face lit up and he was thankful you were too busy looking at your screen to notice the blush creeping up his neck.
“Whenever you need anything. Talk, or pancakes. Call me.”
“Thank you, Juan. Really.” You smiled.
“Anytime. So tell me, how do you feel about revenge?”


“Are you seriously breaking in?” You hissed.
He shushed you and you glanced around nervously while he hovered over the lock.
“Juan, seriously. Im not really keen on getting arrested.”
He sniggered and pushed the door open before reaching inside and flicking the light switch.
“Calm down, (y/n). You aint a crim just yet.”
He pulled you inside and shut the door behind you.
Your eyes widened as you took in the room; the pristine white walls, bob marley posters. Shelves stacked with different jars and bongs. And of course, that undeniable smell.
“So you work here or something?”
He shook his head and headed behind the counter.
“Nah, I own it.”
“Seriously? You own Clear Passages?”
“Sorta.” He shurgged. “Twenty percent anyway.”
You nodded and paced the store,your arms swinging by your sides as eyed the different strands on the shelves.
Juice rummaged under the counter.
“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked as he pulled out the container he had been searching for.
You bit your lip and nodded.
Juice searched your face for any uncertainty before nodding and sliding the container into his pocket.
He turned and grabbed a sachet of the shelf behind him before heading out from behind the counter.
“C’mon.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the exit, flicking off the light as he went.
You entered the street and he locked the door behind the two of you.
“Its too far to walk, and I don’t have my car. The cabs-“
“I’ll take us.” Juice interrupted.
You walked in silence, Juice leading the way.
The streets were becoming quiet as the early hours of the morning rolled in and you shoved your hands deep into the pockets of your jacket.
You neared a gas station and Juice pointed into the car park next door.
“My rides the one in the corner, you can wait there if ya want?”
He headed inside and you nodded, stopping at a vending machine and pressing the button for a can of coke.
The can dropped and you reached inside and lifted it out. You cracked the lid open as you walked and took a sip.
The car park was nearly empty and Juice had pointed to the corner.
You lit a cigarette before perching on the hood of the sedan and leant back, studying the stars shining in the night sky.
A few minutes later Juice left the store, plastic bag in his hand and you propped yourself up on your elbows as he neared.
He sat on the hood next to you and took a sip of the coke you offered him.
“Get everything?”
He nodded.
“His house or hers first?”
“His. He works nights so he wont be home.”
Juice nodded and leant back against the car and you both looked up at the stars.
“Whose car is this?”
You turned to him, your brows furrowed together.
“You pointed to it.”
He shook his head, an amused look in his eyes.
“I pointed to that.”
You looked where he pointed to the carpark next to you. The carpark occupied with a Harley Davidson Dyna.
You slid off the car and glanced between the bike and Juice, who was now smirking at you.
You walked around the bike and immediately noticed the fuel tank. More accurately, you noticed the M16 with the Grim Reaper scythe on a pole, and the words that made you freeze. ‘Sons Of Anarchy’.
You turned back to him,  eyes slightly wide.
“Your in a gang?! Jesus, you don’t look like a biker.”
“Firstly, we’re a club, not a gang. And what does a biker look like, exactly?”
You shrugged. “I dunno. Your not even wearing any leather? And you don’t have a beard. Or a potbelly.”
He chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. I can grow a pretty great moustache, though.”
You scrunched up your face and he laughed again before handing you his helmet.
“This really not a problem?” He asked you as he swung his leg over.
“Nope.” You answered as you bucked the strap beneath your chin.
“Have you ever been on a bike before?”
He grinned. “Hold on tight. And lean with me.”
You took a deep breath and nodded before holding onto his shoulder and swinging your leg over the bike.
You held onto his sides and he rolled his eyes before pulling your hands tighter around him.
He kicked up his kickstand and started the bike. The engine rumbled beneath you and you squeezed him tightly.
He turned and met your eye.
“You okay?”
You nodded.
Slowly the bike began to move, and once he entered the street he turned the throttle, gaining speed.
You gulped as he turned a corner but you leant with him like he had told you, despite wanting to lean in the opposite direction and he sped up, making your hair blow out beneath the helmet.
Gradually you relaxed, your grip around his waist becoming looser and you sat up straight.
The scenery rushed past you in a blur and a grin spread over your face.
You had never felt more alive.


He stopped walking and stood next to you, glancing in the direction you were glaring.
“Whats wrong?”
“Thats her car.”
He saw the pain in your eyes as you looked at your best friends car, parked where you used to park yours; in the drive way of the house you had shared with your fiance.
He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze.
“Come on.”
You nodded and moved forward, dropping his hand.
Juice couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you creep across the street, your body hunched and your head glancing from side to side and he snorted as you army rolled behind a bush.
He walked casually across the street and smirked as you hissed at him to hide.
He knelt down next to you and you turned to him with wild eyes.
“Do you want us to get caught?” You whispered angrily.
“Jesus christ, we’re not breaking the law.”
“Sorry, I forgot you were a gangster.” You rolled your eyes. “You probably don’t care if we go to jail.”
He fought a laugh. “Its a club, not a gang. And its your house, (y/n). You have a key.”
You nodded and pulled the hood of your jacket up and pulled it as low as it could go.
“So whats the plan, Chief?” Juice whispered.
“You start out here. I’ll head inside.”
Juice nodded and watched as you crept to the front door, silently fumbling with the keys.
Meanwhile he pulled the can of spray paint out of the bag and got to work.
You pushed the door shut behind you, careful not to make any noise.
You felt sick as you looked around the house. The moon was bright tonight and the room was dimly lit. After a while your eyes adjusted and you looked around the room.
The photos of you and your fiancé were still littered over the mantel piece and everything looked just as you’d left it. Except the heels scattered next to the door, and the coat draped over the back of the sofa.
You gulped and tip toed into the kitchen.
Every Wednesday afternoon you had baked. Brownies, cakes, cookies. You had always liked baking and George had always loved tasting whatever you had cooked up.
No matter what, there was always some fresh baking in your cupboards.
Which was perfect, because you knew when George got home he would head to the cupboard and eat whatever baking he could find, without a second thought.
You placed the container Juice had given you in the cupboard, smiling to yourself.
George wouldn’t even notice that these brownies were.. special.
Next you headed for the refrigerator.
Your best friend staying here meant that you didn’t need to make two stops tonight.
Every morning she had a big glass of orange juice.
You pulled the carton out of the fridge and opened it carefully before dumping the powder in and shaking it gently, making sure it dissolved.
It was only a laxative, completely natural, Juice had reassured you.
You knew she had a big meeting tomorrow, and you smirked. Its a shame she would be glued to the toilet.
You had just placed the carton back into the fridge when Juice entered the room.
“You ready?” He whispered.
“Almost.” You reached for the drawer and pulled out a large knife. You gave him a wink and grinned.
His eyes went wide as he saw the wild look in your eyes and the smirk on your face and he grabbed your wrist.
“Are you crazy?! Put it down.”
“What are you gonna do?! Stab her?!” He hissed at you.
You rolled your eyes and left the kitchen, Juice hot on your heels and you stopped when you reached the lounge.
“Hold this.” You passed him the knife.
“Why, you wanna get my prints on the murder weapon?!”
You scoffed and tip toed over to the mantelpiece.
Carefully you lifted the first frame. It was a photo of you and George on your first vacation together.
You pulled the sleeve of your jacket over your hand and pressed your palm against the frame, silently shattering the glass.
You placed the frame back on the mantel and repeated the process with the remaining frames.
Juice watched you and when you were finished you walked back to him and grabbed the knife.
He followed you through the front door and pulled it shut behind him.
You locked the door and shoved the keys back in your pocket.
“Whats the knife for?” He whispered.
You walked across the driveway and stabbed the knife into the front tire of her car.
The air hissed out and you pried the knife loose before stabbing each of the remaining three tires.
Juice had crossed the street and you walked over and stood next to him.
He draped an arm around your shoulder and you both looked at the house.
Juice  had done well with the spray paint and you smiled as you looked at the work he’d done.
‘Cheat’ was spray painted in large letters on the garage door. He’d written ‘homewrecker’ on the bonnet of your friends car and the walls of the house were littered with other profanities, and next to the front window of the house he had painted a large penis.
“Nice touch, Picasso.”
He bowed and you both laughed.
“So what now?”
“We wait a few hours and then I ring his work and make an anonymous tip about the staff using drugs. If he eats the brownies he’ll fail the drug test and lose his job.”
You smirked. Sure, a part of you felt bad for what you’d done. But it was only a very small part of you, and you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind.
Slowly Juice pulled you away and you walked together in silence back to his bike were you’d left it further down your street.
He passed you the helmet  and you both hopped onto the bike.
You pressed your cheek to his back as he rode through the night, the crisp air brushing over you and you closed your eyes.
He smelled good, his cologne mixing with the faint smell of weed and the scent filled your lungs.
You clung to him tightly, his warm body pressed against yours.
You felt light, like all your baggage had finally been left behind you. Who knew all it would take was one night with a Puerto Rican biker boy.
The bike slowed and you finally took in your surroundings.
He had brought you to the water tower on the outskirts of town.
“Come on, we gotta hurry.”
He dragged you to the ladder and you shook your head.
“No way. I ain’t climbing up there!” You crossed your arms over your chest.
Juice rolled his eyes and tugged your elbow gently.
“Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
His eyes were full of promise and pleading and you sighed.
“Fine. But if i fall to my death please make sure they dress me in something cute. I don’t wanna be buried in these jeans.”
And you started to climb.
He didn’t know why you disliked those jeans so much. From where he was looking, they looked great on you. Although he was climbing the ladder beneath you, and honestly it wouldnt matter what you were wearing, this view made your ass look great.
It only took a few minutes to reach the top and you stood shakily on the platform.
“Holy shit.” You whispered.
You could see everything from up here.
The shining lights of all the houses in Charming and even Lodi.
Everything was so small.
Juice sat down, swinging his legs off the edge and resting his arms against the lower railing.
You copied him and he pulled out another joint and lit it before offering it to you.
Together you shared the joint and together you watched as the large glowing sphere of the sun rose slowly into the dull morning sky. It cast sunbeams in every direction as it illuminated the small town, like an arsonist setting the sky on fire.
Below you in the trees birds began to chirp a background melody as the pure scattered light lit up every inch of the land below you.
Your breath paused in your lungs and you wished time would stop.
In this moment everything was forgotten. You forgot the heartbreak you’d endured, the betrayal. You forgot the boring motel room that was now your temporary home. You forgot that no one had been there for you when you needed them most.
But the one thing you didn’t forget was Him.
The first night you spent with Juan Carlos was a memory that would live on inside you forever.


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| Silent | Bakugou Katsuki

A/N: Uh….shut up.

*Soulmate Au - the first words your soulmate speaks to you written on your body

You hated him.

Alright, maybe that was a bit of a misunderstanding. You didn’t hate him.

You despised him.

You’d never even had a proper conversation with the angry blonde, but what you saw from far off dismissed the possibility of that ever happening anyway. Prideful, hot headed, did you need to go further? Not to mention the way he treated one of your most trusted friends - the one who was currently tugging hard at your sleeve.

“Y/N,” Narrowed eyes peeked at you from underneath the mass of stray curls. “You’re ignoring me.”

“I’m sorry, Midoriya,” You sighed, angrily stuffing a mouthful of rice between your lips. “He just…he just pisses me off, that’s all.”

“Who?” Midoriya blinked, only to be interrupted by the snicker coming from Uraraka.

“Why Bakugou of course,” She waved her chopsticks at you teasingly. “He’s all Y/N ever has eyes for anyway.”

What?” You echoed along with Midoriya, though the latter looked like he was going to vomit at the thought, shaking. 

“I do not!” You continued, gritting your teeth. At the innocent look she gave you your control wavered, the chopsticks in your hand snapping in two. Iida ducked so as to not get his eye gouged out. 

“Ah, here he comes,” Midoriya laughed nervously, already blocking you with one hand so that you would not attack the brunette. You paused your growling at Uraraka and stopped pushing, turning your head to see what he was talking about.

“Oh,” You groaned. “Speak of the devil.”

Bakugou had apparently just come out of the line, and you were perplexed with the lack of spiky red hair that was usually around him. It was by sheer chance that the two of you made eye contact as he made his way past the table.

He scowled heavily, an expression you returned with twice the force. He seemed to be taken by surprise at your brashness but recovered in less than a second, cold crimson eyes narrowing. As he approached you steeled your nerves, ready to make a comeback for whatever he threw your way. 

A hand slammed onto the table, a smirk growing sharp and wide on his face. You made to ris-

“You wanna fight, little girl?!” 

Everything froze.

Anything that you had planned to say fell on a dry tongue, and you found yourself unable to breathe, staring back at those tunneling red eyes.


No no no. Not him. It couldn’t be.

And yet the burning sensation on your hip suggested otherwise.

Bakugou frowned at your lack of response before deciding you weren’t worth his time, leaning back.

“Whatever,” He said gruffly. You could only watch as he walked away.

There was a beat of silence, and then your friends were upon you.

“What the hell was that?” “Why didn’t you say anything?!” “Are you ok-?”

But they were all blurred out, the only thought blaring in your skull making you sit down abruptly, digging your fingers into your head. 

Out of everyone, that bastard is my soulmate.

After that revelation, you had had ample time to calm down.

It was fine. All was okay. Sure, he had spoken, but you hadn’t replied. Which meant that while you knew he was your soulmate - the words written on your skin from your birth scalding hot the rest of the day, your fingers inching towards them instinctively - he certainly had no idea.

And by hell you would never let him know.


This was proving to be… harder than you thought. 

It was as if now that you knew, the universe was bent on drawing the two of you together. Awkwardly exiting the changing rooms at the same time, being picked as partners in training, seeing him more often around the campus than you regularly would have - need you provide any more examples? You had now lost count of how many times your eyes had met his.

Thankfully nothing came out of those meetings. You would look away, refuse to utter a single word to him, abscond if you even sensed the mere presence of the student. It was hard, almost impossible even, but you were sure you could do it, keep up the act. 

Although…how long could you? Until when? Until you graduated? That was both impractical and even more off-putting. Nevertheless, one thing was for certain. If you had the drive to become a hero, you could do this. This was easy. You could do this.

Or at least, you would have been able to, if a certain blonde hadn’t seen your act a mile away.


You jerked as your conversation was interrupted by a shadow in-front of your desk. Your mouth shut on instinct as you let your eyes climb up and up the form, all the way to the spiky tips of that sand-coloured hair.

“Courtyard. Ten minutes.”  That was all he said before a ‘tsk’ exited him and he sauntered off. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, looking away to avoid the incredulous stare of your friend. 

When the bell rung for the end of the day you sprung up as if your shoes were on fire, grabbing your bag. The question was, of course, if you were going .

Oh hell no.

Were you crazy? You were trying to avoid the guy, not talk about the freaking weather with him after school. The thought of what he could possibly want to talk about with you anyway pricked at your curiousity but you brushed it off. Not even slightly worth it. You had a sense of self-preservation thank you very much.

You followed the crowd out of the door, walking quickly to the exit. He would likely give you a heck of a hard time the next day but you could handle-

A hand on your shoulder.

You barely had the time to react before you were being pulled, so sudden that you tripped over your feet as the world sped past you. The breath was painfully forced out of your lungs as you were slammed against a wall. Adrenaline kicked into your system, and all that hero training ingrained into your very DNA made you jam your elbow up into your assailant’s stomach. A gasp was heard and you took advantage of the loosened grip to take in very much needed air yourself, fist rearing to ram into their jaw-


You were stopped in a second, a hand - bigger than yours, uncomfortably warm - catching your fist, pinning your arm to the wall harshly. You struggled, mouth opening to scream-

A palm slapped over your lips.

“Calm down,” The tone, dripping with anger, made you want to do anything but. The palm pushed harder and you hesitated, logic weaving through the chaotic fog in your mind as you recognized the voice. When you finally stopped wriggling around, the crushing hold on your wrist managed to lessen to the point that you didn’t feel like it was going to break bone.

Bakugou stared down at you, eyebrows furrowed into a - quite honestly - terrifying glare, his upper lip curled and showing teeth. His entire body was rigid, tense, like he was ready to snap at any given moment.

“Glad to know you were planning to run away,” His lips turned up at the edges into a mocking smirk. Your breath hitched, a heat flushing up your neck at his proximity. “Promise you won’t scream?” He asked with clearly fake sympathy, and your only response was to harden your eyes. He removed his hand from over your mouth anyway. 

You swept your gaze over your surroundings. Tile. Mirror. Sinks. He had pulled you into the bathroom. 

“Now I think we need to have a talk, you and I,” He drawled, and you pressed further back into the wall to make more space in between the two of you. He chuckled at the attempt, a low, sardonic sound that sent shivers down your spine. 

You refused to let a single sound leave you, dropping your attention to the floor. When it was clear you weren’t going to answer, he growled, losing whatever composure he had gathered.

“That. Exactly that. You’re wearing my patience thin,” He twitched. “Avoiding me I could take. Like I could care less about a brat like you. But then, I noticed. Did you think I wouldn’t? Wouldn’t see that you didn’t let out a single word when you were with me?”

You swallowed, becoming increasingly aware of the body pressing yours into the wall as he leaned closer. “Why? Do you think you’re that above me to not even speak? What gives you the right?

You were walking a thin line. You were walking a thin line and you knew it but you continued to only look at him defiantly, even going as far as to raise your eyebrows. 

The shadows of his bangs blocked his eyes for a moment and he laughed, the hand next to your head on the wall digging fingers in, making you stiffen. You knew what that hand was capable of.

“I could hurt you,” Bakugou shook physically, and it was times like this you really wondered about the sanity of the young hero. Tension rolled in the air and underneath your bones, your heart pounding hard at your chest. “I could really hurt you.”

Time ticked by, precious time, each second seeming to go with the beat of your heart, until he finally let you go, stepping back. “Go.” 

You wasted no time, making your way around him to the doorway. You winced at the soreness in your wrists, pursing your lips together in frustration. That would definitely bruise later.

“Brat,” You heard him mutter from behind you.

And. You. Snapped.

It wasn’t anything major. Surely not as bad as his previous comments had been. But you supposed the phrase ‘the stick that broke the camel’s back’ was more true than you’d ever thought it was, because you absolutely cracked.

“Do me a favour and get over yourself, you piece of crap,” You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms, voice echoing in the silent room. By this time any commotion outside had faded, most, if not all, the students having already exited the building.

You weren’t aware of what you’d done, still simmering, but it was only when Bakugou stopped dead, eyes wide, that you realized your mistake.


“You,” He breathed, strangely unguarded, the most shocked you’d ever seen him. It was quiet, almost a whisper. “What did you just say?”


“Nothing,” You said quickly, backing up. The awe shifted on his face, turning into something you couldn’t read. “I uh, I have to go-”

You blinked and he was walking towards you, steps so daunting you couldn’t move if you tried. Where had all your confidence gone? You tried desperately to regain it, lifting your hand in an attempt to stop him.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I just-” You babbled.

“’Sorry’?” He asked, brows crinkling together in confusion. “Why are you..?” Realization slowly crawled across his expression, and you wished you had never said anything, god why had you said anything. His realization melted into rage.

“You knew?” He said, and it was more of a statement then a question. “You knew.”

“I can explain-”

“How long?” He asked. You didn’t reply, and then you were against the wall again, and he was gripping your collar. “How long?!”

You shut your eyes, willing yourself to stop trembling. “…Since the cafeteria.”

“The cafeteria?” He asked, and it was a bit hysterical. “Three weeks. That was three weeks ago. That’s three whole weeks you knew?!”

“I-” Your tongue was lead, sticking to the bottom of your jaw, an invisible ball in your throat. Literal steam was coming off of him, his teeth gritted and scraping.

“Show me.”

“Huh?” He couldn’t be asking that. He couldn’t be, please don’t be-

“I said. Show. Me.”

You were like a leaf in his hands. “O-Only if you show me yours.”

He laughed again, shaking his head. “This isn’t a negotiation. Do it now or so help me.”

A bead of sweat slipped down your neck. Bastard. You slowly let your hand drift to your shirt, pulling up the edge slightly to just barely reveal the words imprinted on your hip. Bakugou followed your movement before becoming impatient, grabbing your hand and wrenching it from the spot.


“Shut up,” He growled, the vibration running straight through you. He lifted the fabric of your shirt himself, higher than you had, exposing more. His thumb, coarse, weathered from years of explosions and fire, slowly ran across the skin. It traced the letters, his letters, drawing goosebumps.

He was so close now. Too close. You could feel his breath on your neck, see a blurred piece of his cheek in your centered vision. 

“So its true,” He muttered, as if confirming to himself. His thumb dipped dangerously close to the lining of your skirt, tugging it down just barely to see the last curling letter of the sentence in your flesh. Every touch burnt and stirred unwanted feelings in your gut and oh god.

Yes,” You hissed, teeth biting your lip so hard the taste of iron blossomed on your tongue. “Now back off.”

“Why?” He asked, and red flags were raising as his nose nuzzled into your neck. His question was laced with sadistic humor, as if he couldn’t believe what you were saying. “When I finally found you?”

You couldn’t reply, too caught up in the jagged teeth grazing along your collarbone. He used the hand on your hip to tug you closer, so that there was virtually no space between your bodies. 

“Say it again.”

“What?” You managed to get out, your senses reeling, your thoughts jumbled as his fingers traced sinful patterns on your skin.

“I said,” He raised his head, pinning you in place with that gaze. “Say it again. Tell me to back off.”

You opened your mouth but nothing came through, only a ragged breath. 

“S-show me,” You finally said. It wasn’t what you should have said, it wasn’t even close, but you were itching to see it, see your words branded on him, a physical need that had you in a frenzy. Your voice strengthened, and you swore you almost sounded animalistic. “Show me your mark.”

Bakugou scoffed, unoccupied hand finding its way to the back of your head. “So persistent.” He buried his hand into your hair, ignoring your shock.

“We’ll have time for that later.”

And with that he slanted his lips against yours roughly, unraveling you at the seams. 


Unlike the others (III)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: University AU babes. Tom is the most well-known fuckboy within the freshers (or freshman if you’re American) of your University. He is used to getting his own way with every girl but then he meets you. Whilst you hang out with the popular girls, you are unlike the others and Tom learns that he can’t always get his own way.

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Words: 2.4k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: Here is part three! Kind of a slow burner and lowkey angsty towards the end (maybe idk). I just wanted to say thank you for all the kind words and support that you guys have given me! I’m almost at 200 followers already which is so crazy as I only made my account in August (I think). Anyway I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it :) xx

PS: My tag list and requests are both open x 

Over the past week, Tom and (Y/N) had been spending almost every moment with each other. After Saturday’s study session, they were much more comfortable in each other’s presence. The pair found themselves in each other’s company more than once a day. Whilst (Y/N) did force Tom to study with her to prepare for Friday’s exam, Tom managed to use his charm to convince her to go out to coffee shops and even got her out to the cinema on Wednesday night. Tom couldn’t help but want to be with her. Something about (Y/N) enticed him. Maybe it was the way her nose scrunched up when she let out her magical laugh. Maybe it was the way she bit her lip when she was trying to figure out an answer to a question they had to study. Or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of the smile she gave him whenever she saw him. Tom had no idea why he felt better in her presence. Possibly because she was the only one, other than perhaps Harrison, who understood him for who he really was.

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isaac lahey and stiles stilinski only have one thing in common: they’re always up for a hot threesome. (isaac-centric, isaac x oc x stiles) 

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Cafe Magnifique

@akumainoue​ brought this lovely idea to my attention and then it snowballed from there.

Waiter/butler cafe au where all of Tony’s boy toys go to the place where he works just for him.

And his boss/bff Pepper is shamelessly using that to her advantage for the business while keeping a close eye on them to make sure they don’t overstep their boundaries

Bonus for Rhodey coming back from his tour in Iraq, walking into the place, seeing all these guys shamelessy flirting with Tony, and being all, “what the fuck. Who the fucking fuck do you fucking think you fucking are.”

So Imagine Pepper is Tony’s Aunt who took him in when his parents died. It was really hard because Pepper not only lost her sister but was/is really young. Let’s say Maria and Howard were high school sweethearts, married right out of school and had Tony in their twenties. So Maria and Howard are 36, Tony’s 16 and let’s say Pepper is 22 when Maria and Howard die in the car accident.

Pepper opens the cafe as it was a dream and it helps keep Tony out of trouble . And Tony learns to love it, plus it lets him feel like he’s not being a burden to Pepper when he helps her out in the shop.
Since it’s Pepper’s restaurant but it’s themed so Tony has to wear this cute little uniform

A vest with a white shirt underneath and a cute little tie. Oh and short shorts cause why the fuck not
Maybe Pepper buys Tony a white orchid to put in his hair every morning he works .

It makes the customers swoon

Head to Toe, Tony’s go to outfit is his hair clip (a butterfly and a gift from pepper) holding his bangs out of his eyes, and a white flower behind his ear. (Which are pierced and he has a bar in the opposite ear.

(hair clip and uniform)

He wears a white colored shirt and black vest. Black watch and bracelets. Nice silver rings.
Black short shorts, black fishnet stockings and black boots. 

Tony is a well loved employee at the shop (Plus all the sales he brings in helps put him through college.)

Now Tony is 21, just graduated College and taking a break to help Pep with the shop
Pepper and her Partner Natasha, who is a fashion designer love dressing Tony up for the shop
In this AU I feel Tony is gender fluid so he doesn’t mind being dressed up like a girl

Of course the shop has other employees like Clint, Natasha’s free spirited cousin that can never be tied down except for his dog Lucky
Happy (the baker) is Pepper’s best friend since childhood
Peter Parker (the poor newbie) and Kamala Khan are the youthful high school students that were cool enough (and good enough) to work in the shop
and then Christine (Everheart) because she keeps the customers in line.

When Tony got back from College , cause he took a year off to focus on school - word got around that he’s back and sexier than ever
the high school girls have a fan club , the locals indulge , the tourist are confused . its a big place but popular.

It’s more of a sit down cafe although they do have take away options. Pepper runs the place, Happy cooks, Tony is the main server from lunch into the afternoon and Saturdays cause he’s popular. Clint and Christine are the morning shift. Natasha helps on Mondays during lunch and on Sundays.

Peter and Kamala work afternoons til close and weekends.

anyway they all wear these cutesy outfits , although Tony is the only one that has to wear short shorts or mini skirts but anyway they all have their regulars but everyone knows that Tony is in high demand.

Wade comes in looking for Peter a lot , Kamala has a few kids from school come see her and her brother, Christine has Justin and she hates it and Clint has his best friends Phil and Maria stop in

Natasha (when she helps out) gets along with Fury who’s a grumpy old man but somehow she is able to get under his tough exterior . and then there is Tony’s regulars

Tony has Sarcastic Loki
Beef cakes Steve and Bucky
Dorky Peter (Quill)
Asshole Namor
Big Tipper Mr. Wayne
Strange Stephen (lol)
Abroad Student T'Challa
Flustered and Stuttering Jarvis
Mr. Smooth Wilson
Cutey Brucie
Loud mouth Thor
Straight Forward Victor
Big Bad Brock
and slightly stalkerish Killian

not to mention the high school girls/boys and all his admirers from the less frequent customers

Please take a moment to read this.

(sucky grammar. Please bear with me I’m tired)
Problematic ships. Quite possibly the most addictive thing to some people. To others it is the bane to their existence and they spend every waking moment trying to stop the ships and shame on people who ship them.

I understand where you are coming from people who have been abused. I have to. (Here comes some heavy crap that I probably shouldn’t be telling total strangers but fight me.)

From the time I was little my mom abused drugs. I know the smell of Meth by heart. My mom also smoked. I never knew my biological father, and I still dont. She got into an abusive relationship with a man when I was very young. He and his family kept us isolated in a different state cut off from friends and family. One time my mom was holding me and he put her in a headlock and started punching her so she had to drop me on the stairs to protect me. He slammed her head into a window and I have a scar from the glass shards. I won’t go into details for the sake of time but it was BAD. I don’t remember how young I was when she met him but when we left I was four.

Then about a year later she met another man who was addicted to meth. I would also go to my grandma’s house. One time she left me with “a trusted family friend.”
He was the man that molested me. After a while my moms boyfriend moved us to Hawaii. I was happy for a while I had come to call him dad. I loved him. Then the screaming started. Fighting and anger swarmed into our house. I saw him throw a lamp across the room. He would get so mad. I would be so scared but he was my dad and I didn’t want to belive he did those things. We fled Hawaii back home. I was five when we met him and (I think) ten or eleven when we left.

(Time skip to a year later)
Mom was homeless so I was staying with my biological grandma. She smoked and drank heavily along with her roommate. I would go to school and get teased. I got called names like “smoker girl” and people would ask stuff like “hey got any spare cigarettes​ I need a smoke”. At home my grandma’s roommate was almost always drunk. It was the worst on Friday's​ and the weekend. He would call me his little “girlfriend” in front of his girlfriend. And he took advantage of me too. It was nowhere near as severe as the man before but that doesn’t make it right.

My mom found herself a new man. He was a drug addict as well. He was by far the most abusive. He nearly fractured her rib and broke through a car window trying to get her. He slammed our black lab puppy by the throat against the wall because he pooped in the car. Ironically he helped me and my mom find Jesus by having us go to church. He is in prison now for six years. He has a new baby on the way with some other woman(Lord help her). My mom was adopted by a pastor and his wife. They are my beloved grandparents and I wouldn’t trade them for anyone.

Make no mistake though. I still love my biological grandma even after all she has done. I am trying to repair the broken relationship with my mom. I don’t hate the men that molested me but I don’t know if I can forgive them(I hate saying that because everyone deserves forgiveness but… It’s really hard.) I’m not sorry and I don’t regret my past because it made me stronger. My past helped to shape who I am today. It makes me sad that other people have experienced things similar to what I have.

I know for a fact if I didn’t have loving friends then I probably​ would have committed suicide. I’m glad I didn’t because this world has a whole lot of bad and a little good and I hope that I can be a little good too. I love everyone. You probably won’t believe me but everything in this post is the truth. I don’t care about race, sexuality, religion, ship preference, or kink reference. I care about who you are on the inside.

However the reason I made this long and emotional post is because I have seen ship hate. Lots of it. It makes me so sad because we are all people and we are all on this planet together. Shaming people for what they ship is mean and abusive. I’m sorry I have to say this(i shouldn’t have to people should know already) but you are not “saving” anyone you are causing them pain.

First of all LGBTQ Ships.

Shaming people for this is wrong. I am a pansexual Christian woman. I love these ships I have THOUSANDS of them. Telling people not to ship these is just stupid Because:

1. They will anyway
2. Who are you to know what is right and wrong? Who gave you the power to judge others actions? Take care of yourself please.
If you believe it’s not right because you believe in God. I believe that God loves all of his children no matter what and shoving your religion in their face is dumb because then they will start to hate God. Let them be.

Ships with pedophilia

First of all people let’s get something straight. Pedophilia is the act of an adult loving a child BEFORE puberty. Therefore Ereri/Riren/ Eren x Levi from Attack on Titan. Is NOT pedophilia.

Like I said before I was molested twice and I still ship some of these ships. Don’t get me wrong I would NEVER condone this in real life. However this is not real life this is fiction. Using the argument that “if you say it’s ok in fiction then it’s ok in real life.” Is not valid for example:
1. If you used this argument then in real life it is perfectly ok to watch your crush sleep. Without their consent. (Twilight Edward x Bella)
2. It is perfectly ok to date your adopted sibling because they “aren’t blood” (Attack on Titan Mikasa x Eren )
3. It is perfectly ok to date someone even though you are using them for your own benefit. (Deathnote Miss x Light)

There are so many more. The thing is is people don’t ship these ships to “fill some primal pedophilic need” they ship it for their personalities. I for one ship Sebaciel (Sebastian x Ciel Black Butler) because I like how they seem to have a mutual care and respect toward one another. People don’t ship it specifically because of their age. I bet if they were the exact same age (like Sebastian was a 12 year old demon) people would STILL ship it. That’s what ships are all about. The belief that character A and character B would make a great relationship.

Kink shaming people.

This in my point of view is the dumbest hate of all. Shaming someone for what they like sexually is quite honestly stupidity. What does it matter to you? Are you sleeping with them? Are they asking you to do these things? No. It would be like me calling you a moron for liking chocolate ice cream or pineapple​ pizza or ranch Doritos. There is just no point to hating.

Incest ships.

Ok for me I can’t ship parents and their children. I just can’t but I don’t hate it. I’m totally cool if you ship MinaNaru(Naruto) it just isn’t really my thing. Anyway shaming people for shipping twincest and incest is pointless because most of them won’t give a dam. Besides we already discussed the “if you say it’s ok in fiction then it’s ok in real life” thing so moving on.

Polyamorous ships

Shaming people who ship poly characters because it’s “cheating”. Unless you know for a fact that one or more members of the relationship weren’t aware or did not agree to be in the relationship then it is not cheating. Polyamorous relationships are all of the people the poly person is dating are aware that they are in fact seeing other people and agreeing to it. Anything else is, in fact, cheating.


I for one am not a fan of beastiality but I don’t hate the people who like it because they have the right to like what they want.

The point of this post is that in my opinion putting down others for what they ship is wrong. The world is not black and white. It is filled with shade after shade of grey. So please stop the hate. Can’t we all just be ok with each other. A lot of people won’t care about this post but maybe just maybe if I can reach one person. That would make it worth it.
(If you are responding to this please be nice. I hate arguing.)

Heat of the Moment - Part 3: In the Light of Day

Characters: Reader (Y/N Padalecki), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki,

Pairing: Jensen x reader, Jared/sister!Reader

Warnings: Slight violence, language   

Wordcount: 1700ish

A/N: Andi aka @ellen-reincarnated1967 offered to write me another drabble for a series of hers I love, so I told her to pick one of five prompts but my overactive brain made a story of all five prompts. Which turned into the first two parts. Then @arryn-nyxx said something and boom here is the 3rd and last part.

Thanks a billion to brilliant and amazing @mamapeterson betaing this for me and helping me get the ending just right.


Knowing that Jared wasn’t exactly thinking straight at the moment, you hadn’t been able to stay put. After finding your jeans hanging over the couch you had ran from the apartment and down the street. Luckily for you, your brother weren’t exactly quiet, which made your job of finding them all the more easy.

You loved your brother to pieces, but sometimes his overprotective nature made you want to kick his ass. You were 24 years old and you knew how to stand up for yourself. It wasn’t like Jensen was some creep from the bar anyway. You honestly couldn’t see Jared’s problem even if what had happened between you and Jensen had just been a one night thing. You hoped it wasn’t and Jensen had given you every reason to think he wanted more, just the same as you before he bolted from the room.

Your heart fluttered and even running down the street toward the alley where Jared’s loud roars were coming from, you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about the loving look flashing in Jensen’s green eyes before your brother had interrupted you. You hoped that Jared wouldn’t scare him away like he had with a few of your boyfriends in the past. Truth be told you hadn’t lost anything by that, even if you had been pisseed with your brother for his overprotective behavior, but Jensen was different.

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» Part two

She likes the sad eyes, bad guys
Mouth full of white lies
Kissing in the corridor
But quick to tell her goodbye

Author: amsimaria
Word count: 7,3K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other BTS members)
Genre: Angst/Slight smut (Rated M)
Warnings: Slight violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, Smut, (Jimin’s a kind of a Jerk in this part).  

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