gonna have a real hard time leaving this job to go back to school :(


Epoch (m) a period of time in history or a person’s life, typically one marked by notable events or particular characteristics.

Words: 11.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, language and angst

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Summary: When Namjoon breaks up with you, you’re left wondering what to do. Realizing you’ve been unhappy with your life, you go off to Hawaii. In Hawaii, you meet a cute desk clerk named Jungkook who saves your ass. (Based off of Forgetting Sarah Marshall)

You were waiting for your boyfriend, Namjoon, to come over. He had just gotten back from New York, where he had a few concerts. You worked with him, you were a lyric writer and producer. He had called you last night, saying, that he would be getting in early and wanted to see you.

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❉ = fluff / ✥ = angst / ✱ = comedy / ✺ = 😏

admins favorites = 🍑 / 🥝



i don’t mind people finding out


you ruined my pickup line

unrelated topic, did you like what you saw ?

okay, i give you permission to kill him, but please wait until Thursday 🥝

guess who loves you


i take you out one time and suddenly i’m the local delivery guy ?? ❉ & ✱

i like you too, like a little… little lot. ✱ & ❉

👉🏼👌🏼 ?

i’m not kidding tho where does he live i’m already in the car angry and ready to go

if i have to listen to management nag about weight one more time i’m marching straight out of this building


i am not cute

i don’t want to talk to you anymore

come help me out here ?

if it makes you feel any better ur a great chair

roasting you is like the best part of my day

i need lady stuff

what happend to the yoongi who doesn’t take shit from anyone ? ❉ & ✥

are you texting me song lyrics ?

come to the studio and sit on my lap ✺ & ✱

text me, call me, email me, send a letter; for all i care it could be by pigeon

i promise i only type like this when i like the person i text

completely giving up, starring me.

he’s just not hitting anything other then my knees

i was thinking about making out with you all day

not the pillow part you one celled creetin

lets get another doggo

thank god, i’d thought you’d never leave me alone

yeah being as short and mean as you is a real gift.

soft min family™️


fuck the fuck off

can i have like five of you ?

ur so pretty

have fun with math

but hobi wants some love ❉ & ✱

that’s cuz im trying to communicate with u

jung hoseok you’ll be the death of me

i wanna kiss your face every time i see you too

you know i support everything you do right ?

where did all that wisdom come from ?

stop talking to the small man

series : big bro hobi

i’m disowning you.



you still up ?

yeah i can rap like the entire thing

right, and what does your mom call you ?

sure, have fun with my bras

that’s because you don’t speak Korean

i see you’ve had a few drinks ❉ & ✱

i miss your face

I’m not wearing any fucking underwear, because you never put the fucking laundry in the fucking dryer like I asked you to 100 times ✱ 

i better be ✥ & ✱ 

the company told me not to go but i couldn’t disappoint you like that

i have to go look for a new job


ur such a loser

but you dont like shopping

the disrespect in this one is strong

it was supposed to be a surprise

you mean my singing ? ✱ & ❉ 

he’s just jaelous his dongsae had a child before him

very funny babygirl ✱ & ✺

we’ll go wherever you want

yoonmin : you’re like a candy bar jimin, half sweet half nuts.

you want me to come over ? we can cuddle

i cant sleep, are you up ?

is little jimin mad ? or should i say regular jimin ? ❉ & ✱


Hey ! i bought you ice-cream

the inventor of snapback look™

tae don’t you think the pillow wall is a bit of an overkill ?

thank god at least one of you know how to make a move

you’re not disappointing anyone by eating breakfast and lunch ❉ & ✥

did you do the english assignment ?

it’s just like 99.999% your fault


you’ll send me letters everyday right ?

are you telling me you’ve been smart this whole time ?

it’s in my job description


wassup dudette

ayo ladies and gentleman

send nudes

what are you doing right now ?

look how cute we are

i just have a strong disliking to your personality

i like our bickering

babe i need your opinion ✱ & ✺

i’ll buy you food for a week if you tell me i’m your favorite

you could pay me a million and i still wouldn’t consider it

i didn’t want to leave your side that night because i wanted you to feel safe

stop kicking my chair

what does oppa mean ?

i miss every little thing you do

i’ll give you three breadsticks and a goat if you give me jimin

in your dreams

jk he’s not lord voldemort

i didn’t think this one through

good job, guk 

i’ll always be your kookie

some of us actually need school jk

the village called. they want their idiot back, you better get going.

happy removal day


yeah and i’m just implying that i want to take you out on a date

what are you an owl ?

jin just made the worse recipe ever and i doubt he put ANY effort into it

i don’t like going outside

absolute soul mate has 16 letters and so does fuck jungkook asap

you’ve both got the same mental age

you are pure evil

i’m so whipped, this is incredible

for now i’ll have your lovely messages to look forward to ❉ & ✥

dont mess with me park ✱ & ❉

i like to send nudes ok ? if that’s my biggest flaw i think i’m ok.

if you were any thicker you’d look at the weather app outside

don’t start with me pindick

i’m not related to you anymore

we don’t want him

he really wanted to be in the picture


i can’t believe you saw mini nochu

i gain 3k for every shirtless picture

the power of jjang jjang man

next time you plan on rapping verse1 invite me

i’ll tell them to stop bothering you

okay, but if it attacks my dog i’m giving it to jimin ✱ & ❉


way to ruin the mood loser ✱ & ✺

dont act so smug you little shit

tell him to drop dead, with my compliments

you use that meme when you get nervous ✱ & ❉

was i your second choice ? ✱ & ❉

he’s a little small, but he’ll do ✱ & ✺

bring me some vodka and condoms ✱ & ✺

your butt rights have been invoked

one can never know too many counting systems ✱ & ❉

all he’s done to me with his 10/12 looks

i’ll take you out on a real date when ur older

i dont know what your problem is, but i’m guessing its hard to pronouce

that was my… goldfish.

you did not just call me your dog


i’ve been staring at the wall for the past hour


cheating series :

hold on imma go beat his ass

i told him the only thing smaller then him is his dick

this bitch gonna die tonight

i’m going to jail when i see his ass

when u gotta kill your hyung

dumped him so hard he probably got whiplash

losing a member series : 

we bangtan 6 now 🍑

how is it you’re the smartest and dumbest person i’ve ever met


how do you manage to lose a human being ??

gang au series :

you act like you’ve never been shot before !

but did you die ?

is everyone alive and not in jail ?

mafia gangs dont have facebook pages.

one little girl thought it was cool i was covered in blood

teasing members series :

confess or i’ll set your mattress on fire

namjoon i will call your mother

so when are y'all getting kids

i will literally launch you into the sun


footage of me at the club

footage of me at a house party

footage of me in the kitchen

footage of me with friends

why i shouldn’t be allowed to edit part 1

why i shouldn’t be allowed to edit part 2

Nerves - Smut

Originally posted by redstringbughead

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,414
AN: Hey look! I’m not dead! Thanks for being patient with me these past few weeks, I was in a weird place and it’s just been hard for me to get into the mood to write, but it seems as if I’m back in the groove. Yay! This was written for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski‘s lacrosse week, so make sure you watch their blogs for some more of our favorite team, the Beacon Hills Cyclones! Also special thanks to those of you who have been encouraging me like @celestial-writing, @ninja-stiles and @thelittlestkitsune. And thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me when I got stuck, I love you all!!

“I’m so nervous.” Stiles said quietly from beside you, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

It was his first lacrosse game, the first one where he’d actually be playing on the field, and he was extra fidgety. You reached out to rub his shoulder soothingly as he drove the familiar route to the school. “You’re gonna do great, babe. You and Scott have been practicing so much, you’re not a bad player.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna get out there and choke, I know it.” He pulled into a parking spot, turning off the ignition and sitting back, his hand over his eyes. “Maybe I’ll just fake sick.”

“No way.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and slid closer to him, your hand moving to grab his wrist and uncover his eyes. “The team needs you. You can do this, I know you can.”

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Comments on fanfics.

Let’s settle down for a minute.

I’ve had someone ask me why it made me happy to learn that they’d cried while reading something I wrote, which brings us back to the familiar topic of Why In Heck Are Comments Important To Fic Writers.

Listen. We’re not needy or annoying when we ask readers to leave a comment. We are only being human.

Ever since you were a kid, you’ve needed praise and encouragements to strive on, you’ve needed advice to go on, you’ve needed to share things that made you happy with other people.

You drew your family for the first time? Quick, let’s run to Mama to show her the drawing and hope she likes it. You finally got the hang of how to crack an egg in order to bake that cake your brother is fond of? Damn, now you’re gonna crack all the eggs and smile at each victory, and then cry when the egg shell falls in the bowl and hope dad isn’t going to be mad at you for failing. 

You think you finally did good on this math test? You did. The 10/10 in the corner of your sheet and the teacher’s smile prove that you did a good job, that you are capable, that you can do more. You hurry home and proudly show the test to your parents, or whoever else you hold dear to your heart, and bask in the praise. You are disappointed if it never comes.

You need them to acknowledge what you did. You need them to tell you that you did well, and then you need them to repeat it again. And it will motivate you to study harder, to make them prouder by doing even better on the next test.

Why? Because of simple encouragements. Because of feedback. Positive feedback makes you want to do more. It makes you want to go further, take yourself higher because now you know that you can do it.

It’s always gonna be the same in life. High school, college - you work hard on stuff, and when you do you expect to be praised for it. Hours of pouring over that essay have to become a good report card. Getting out of bed early every morning to run have to result in admiration from others. Working late hours have to make your boss notice you and offer you a raise. Because you deserve it, because you worked hard, because you need to know that your work is appreciated.

Now you’re a fanfiction writer.

You don’t get paid for writing this story. You never will. You know you will likely get very little feedback, even if you know your story is good. Yet you still sit down and write the thing. You take hours of your free time to go over what you wrote, again and again, losing sleep and gaining anxiety over it because what if no one likes it? What if I did all this for nothing? What if?

You still write it, because despite it all you like doing it, just like you loved trying to draw your family as a kid to show it to mom.

But when you post it - you need people to see it. You need people to tell you that you did a good job. You need someone to encourage you. You’re here, throwing hours of work into the Internet void for anonymous faces to read and hopefully enjoy. Unlike original stories, you don’t mention it to friends or family because of the fanfiction stigma, because fanfiction is considered less than original stories. So, really, the only way you have to know if your writing is worth it is the comments.

And kudos, even though they are appreciated, will never tell you how a reader feels. They’ll never tell you how someone, a real person, felt while reading your story. Did they like it? Did it make them happy? Sad? What did they go through? Was it worth it? Did you convey what you wanted? Was it worth it? Is this story worth it? Is my writing worth it? Do I keep going?

What do you think?

We only want to know if we did well. Because we are simply, painfully human.

There are no words to describe the feeling a writer gets when they see the mail notification telling them they received a comment on this or that fic. No words.


When you see that “please tell me what you think ! <3” in the chapter notes, please know that what we actually mean is “I would sell my entire body and suck Satan’s d*ck if it meant you could click that little comment button and actually write something down”.

Leave comments on fics, people. It’s not hard, and it means you will get more fic in the future if you so much as encourage the writer. That’s how people work.

Just tell us. Let us know.

Thank you.

All In The Threads (Part 1)

A/N: Okay guys. This is the first part of the new series! I am SO fucking excited about this one. Feedback is definitely appreciated. If you guys like this one I may post the other parts I have super soon.. Enjoy xx

She can’t help but groan at the sound of her alarm clock as it puts an end to the wonderful sleep she was actually getting for once. She stretches her legs and quickly regrets it being she’s sore from her workout yesterday. Turning off her alarm and sitting up in bed, she stares at the sunrise from her view of her apartment window. She pushes back the thick duvet and finds her way to her bathroom down the hall to start getting ready, stopping to feed her dog on the way.

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• Imagine an AU where Jake and Amy are famous movie stars. Jake Peralta’s famous for doing action movies while Amy Santiago’s famous for doing romantic movies. Director Holt works for the movie company Hollywood 99 Productions. He’s directing a movie called “Johnny And Dora” a buddy-cop rom com. He casts Jake and Amy as his leads.

• Rosa is Amy’s bodyguard. Terry is Jake’s bodyguard. Jake and Amy and their bodyguards meet and Terry fangirls over Amy. He’s watched all of her movies. Rosa would never admit it but she was secretly hyped to meet one of her favorite action movie stars. Jake and Amy instantly get into an argument over who’s more famous. They compare amount Instagram and Twitter followers and their success in the box office. They both start to feel like the next few months of filming are gonna be hell.

• Amy almost considers dropping out of the movie. She’s known for doing serious, romantic movies, not romcoms. She tells Rosa about how she’s feeling. Rosa lectures here. “You work in an industry dominated by white people. You know how often we get a Latina character that isn’t a maid? You need to do this movie on behalf of those Cuban little girls out there that want to see themselves represented on the big screen.” Amy realizes that Rosa’s right, she has to do this.

• Director Holt wants to promote the movie so he hires PR manager Gina Linetti. It’s her job to get fans excited for the movie. Gina comes up with the genius idea to have Jake and Amy pretend to date to get publicity. “Zac and Vanessa pretended to date during the High School Musical era, Rob and Kristen faked their relationship during Twilight. Why can’t Jake and Amy do the same?” Jake and Amy are horrified by this idea. Then Jake starts to choke back his tears. “Zanessa was fake? My whole life is a lie!”

• Jake and Amy hang out in the open where fans and paparazzi can find and film them. They force themselves to laugh and smile and look as in love as possible. Fans and magazines speculate that they’re dating. Peraltiago fan accounts are already starting to form, although most of those are Gina.

• Jake and Amy start to have fun with this. Their forced smiles start to become more genuine. Jake goofs around and pulls out chairs for Amy, holds open doors, gives her his jacket. Amy kisses him on the cheek. Sometimes they do it even when they don’t see any fans or paparazzi near by. They start having genuine conversations. Amy tells Jake about the time she went to a dinner party at Angelina Jolie’s house. Jake tells Amy about the time he threw a party in Dwayne The Rock Johnson’s beach house when he was out of town. They’re really starting to enjoy fake dating. More Peraltiago fan accounts are made on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and they call can’t wait to see Jake and Amy on “Johnny And Dora”

• One day, Jake and Amy are out and about and Amy notices Charles Boyle hiding in the bushes with his camera. Charles runs all the biggest celebrity gossip blogs. If he snapped a scandalous picture of them, Peraltiago would be on ever single magazine. Amy wants that promotion, so she grabs Jake’s face (and his ass) and kisses him hard. Jake’s startled at first, but starts to kiss her back. He wraps his arms around her waist. Amy pulls back when she sees from the corner of her eye that Charles scurried away.

• Jake regains his composure and says, “Amy, I knew there was something between us, but I wasn’t sure if you felt it too.” Amy realizes that she never really cared for PR. She kissed Jake because she wanted to. They start dating for real. Now that they’re actually dating, they crave more privacy. It’s hard to have special moments to keep to yourself when fans are filming you on their phone wherever you go. Peraltiago fans go crazy. There are Peraltiago fics all over Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3. Gina and Rosa read this fics and laugh over how poorly written some of them are. Then they come across one really good fic and realize that Terry wrote it. He’s been posting his own Peraltiago fics on Tumblr. They confront him about it. He says, “Terry can’t help it! Terry loves love!”

• Months pass and it’s finally time for the red carpet premiere of “Johnny And Dora” and Gina sets up a livestream of the red carpet so fans can watch from home. It goes great until a drunk Teddy stumbles onto stage. He’s done movies with Amy before and hooked up with her once, years ago. He’s been pursuing her ever since.

• He slow claps and walks towards Jake and Amy. He faces the camera. “Unbelievable. I can’t believe you people actually believe this charade. This is all clearly PR!” Amy calls for security but Rosa (and Gina) were elsewhere.

• Jake steps between Amy and Teddy. “How dare you! I love Amy!” the crowd gasps. Amy faces Jake. “Jake, I love you too!” the two of them embrace in a passionate kiss. Teddy starts laughing and hiccuping. “Wow, Amy, no wonder you have two Oscars! I actually believed that you were in love with Snake Peralta!” #SnakePeralta starts trending on Twitter. Amy gets in Teddy’s face. “Yes, I do have two Oscars, because I had to pick up the slack whenever we did a movie! You’re acting’s so bland that all you have is a Teen Choice Award!” The entire room goes DAAAAMMMMNNNNN!!!

• Jake pushes Teddy off of Amy. “She’s not into you, Teddy Bear!” Teddy puts up his fists. “Oh yeah? How about this? We fight. Winner get’s Amy!” Jake’s disgusted and lectures, “Women are not prizes that can just be won! They can make their own decisions, and Amy chooses me!” #FeministPeralta starts trending on Twitter. Jake decides to declare his love for Amy right then and there in front of all of these people. He gets down on one knee and reaches into his pocket. “Amy Santiago, will you–”

• “–JAKE NO STOP IT!” Amy yells. Jake stands up and whispers into her ear, “Thank you so much for rejecting me, I didn’t have a ring in my pocket. I was going to tie a string around your finger.” Terry finally gets a hold of Teddy and gets him to leave the premises.“ After that, everybody knew for sure that Jake and Amy are in love and nothing about them was PR. #PeraltiagoIsEngame starts trending on Twitter.

• “Johnny And Dora” is a huge success, it gets great reviews and does well in the box office. Charles never stops stalking Jake and Amy and selling pics of them together to celebrity gossip sites. Jake and Amy’s careers continue to grow. They become the new Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively. Jake proposes for real five years later and they have a daughter named Jenny two years later.

• Gina Linetti gets her own reality tv show of her life in the Boyle-Linetti house. Keeping Up With The Boyle-Linetti’s exposes the glamorous life of Gina Linetti, her step brother that she’s banged, Charles, and her girlfriend Rosa Diaz. Charles uses this opportunity of living with Rosa and Gina to constantly snap pics of them together, because fans sure do love them some Dianetti.

• Amy wins three more Oscars. Jake wins two Oscars. Director Holt wins several awards for his directing. Gina breaks the world record for winning the most Teen Choice Awards. Rosa becomes a bisexual icon. Terry cries tears of joy because Jake arranged for him to meet his idol, Meryl Streep. The 99 rule Hollywood.

Oblivious III

Originally posted by madpetcsh

A/N: I know I kept on saying I’d post this next week but honestly the response it has been getting has blown me the fuck away. So here’s part 3 you lovelies. have some of Steve and the reader not getting the fucking hints with each other, like god damn steve just do it already. Nancy is trying hella hard to get them together too. Let me be real for a minute if a dude I was crushing on walked in on me singing Eddie Money at the top of my lungs I would die of embarrassment and never leave my house again. Also, who’s ready for Billy to be his disgusting and annoying self in the next few chapters? I’m not and I’ve written the damn thing. 

Summary: Dustin’s older sister has worked hard to maintain her grades and help her mother with the family responsibilities after their dad left. With their mother having become more absent, the reader takes over as head of the household. When Dustin befriends his sister’s longtime acquaintance and crush, Steve Harrington, the pair see each other more often and the reader’s feelings resurface but the reader is convinced that Steve would never be interested in her. (I’m shit at summaries, sorry)

Pairing(s): Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Jonathan Byers x Nancy Wheeler

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Absent(borderline neglectful) parents, language, slight self-loathing?

Word Count: 1,281

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Famous In Love - (Tom Holland Au) Part 1

Summary: Tom and reader have been together for a years, but he breaks it off because his career is starting to develop more, unbeknownst that the reader is pregnant with his child.

 Warnings: (Wrap it up guys), Teen Pregnancy, sad, fluff, angst, leaving, giving birth.

 Word Count: 1,853

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader.

 A/N: First chapter may not be that interesting. Hope you like it. : ) Wanna be tagged just let me know.

~Masterlist~ ~Famous In Love Masterlist~

Falling in Love. 

Many people have a different aspects to it. To you it felt like you were living a dream. A dream where you loved him and he loved you. A dream that made you want to believe you would be together for a long time. Yet somehow that dream brought out the real reality of your living fantasy.

Tom Holland the love of your life or was the love of your life, so it seemed. We were both 17 at the time. You had just graduated from high school getting a full scholar ride to the best college. 

You knew what you set your goal for.

You knew where your priorities stood.

You had everything you hoped for.

The greatest friends.

The most loving and supporting mother any one could ask for. An amazing offer for school, but why did none of that matter that night. The night where you could let go, stop worrying about the future, get drunk wasted for crying out loud! For Tom he was setting out to pursue a career, one that would take him far in life, a successful life, a career in acting. Now you may be thinking how someone like yourself wounded up with him. Well Tom and yours meeting was as abnormal as it could be, it was kind of like your typical, “his friend were friends with your friends so we should meet up, go out for a while, maybe hit a club or something. You both got to know each other throughout a years time. And throughout that time a spark ignited. That’s right you Y/N L/N got roped into the love train with Mr. Tom Holland himself. He clearly reciprocated the same feelings you had for him. 

Your relationship started slow. You’d go out on dates. Introduce each other to each other’s parents. Go out with our friends. Do stupid things…Everything was great, so where did it go wrong?

Tom and his best friend Harrison suggested one night that you should go out for drinks, although do to some of you not being fully at age yet, you had to go with plan B. Throw a stupid party. Your friend Y/F/N and you still lived with your parents so you still had to ask permission to attend said party. There wasn’t many people you knew only a short amount like Tom, Harrison and a few other of your friends.

It seemed great at the time, but as soon as more people started arriving and more booze was being consumed, it was a recipe for disaster. Of course back home where Tom was from drinking didn’t seem that big of a deal, since he was already 18, but here in the U.S he’d have to wait three more years. You four.

You were starting to regret the whole party. You weren’t one to be in the heard of craziness. The music was too loud. Your head was pounding, and there was too many people for your liking.

Tom noticed your discomfort and suggested you two go upstairs away from all the chaos. You held in his as he lead the way.  You passed by people who were way to close for liking, couples practically sucking their faces off, and just passed out drunk on the carpet. 

You both ascended up the stairs and entered the bedroom. “That’s better” You sighed sitting on the bed. Tom closed the door behind him taking a sip of his beer and repeating your actions. 

“Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to throw a party” He frowned.

“Ya think!” You exclaimed.

“I thought today would be fun” You averted your gaze to your lap

“It still can be” He gently lifted your chin to look at him.


He didn’t give you an answer. He gently brushed your lips climbing his way on top of you. The love you had was coming out with a passionate kiss.

“You sure?” His faced showed concerned.

“Yeah” You assured him.

He connected your lips again before begging his task. The night was filled with we shouldn'ts, but were replace by “Don’t stop” or “That feels nice”. It felt like an endless pleasurable evening. You and Tom couldn’t comprehend properly due to the alcohol, yet it was the best thing you had done. It was a night filled with no regrets or any we might’ve made a mistake. No. It was a lovable moment. If anything that night had brought you closer. So you thought.

The passing weeks were enjoyable. You expressed your love you had for each other. Nothing could have ruined what you had, well not until Tom got a certain phone call.

“What do you mean your leaving?” You were slowly shedding tear after tear.

“I just got offered an incredible job Y/N!” He was so thrilled that he had gotten the part for the movie he audition for.

“Aren’t you happy for me?” His expression saddened.

“Of course I am…I-I just, what’s going to happen to us?” You whispered.

“I-I don’t know? But we’ll work it out like we always do.” He shook is head.

“You know how long distance relationships turn out Tom” You looked down at your feet.

He gently lifted your chin with his hand. “That shouldn’t stop of us though” He smiled reassuringly. 

“I’m gonna miss you” You cried into his shoulder.

“Me too”.

Tom leaving was hard on you, but not as much as the lessened phone calls and texting messages. Your departure was sort of an unexpected thing. A break up was never brought up, but you knew where your relationship stood. It was broken up relationship whether you wanted it to be or not. You felt an ache in your heart. Tom had been your first love, and your first heartbreak. He was your love and you were his.

A couple weeks had past and you were trying to get your life together again. You were going to go to college and get your degree in (Subject). But what you got instead was morning sickness, and a missed period. You didn’t want to assume the worst of the situation, but when your period never showed you were growing nervous by the second. You also didn’t want to tell your mom, god knows what’d she do if she found out you were going to have baby. You were still a baby. Bringing a child into this life was not what you needed right now. Not alone. You were so scared, you didn’t know what to do. You needed your mom.

“Mom can I talk to you?” You slowly approached her.

“Sure sweetie what is it?” She was cooking up something for dinner in the kitchen.

“I just want you to know I never intended for this to happen” You nodded at her. She turned around having her full attention now.

“Okay now you worrying me. What’s going on?” She looked at you curiously.

You hesitated. It was now or never, you thought. 

“I’m pregnant…” Your eyes started watering.

Your mom didn’t say anything. She just looked at you in shock. Her silence was something you didn’t need.

“Mom? Please say something!” You cried out. 

She still said nothing.

“I so sorry mom! I disappointed you!” You continued crying. As if it clicked in, your mother walked up to you embracing you in her arms. You cried against her shirt.

“You are not a disappointment!” She exclaimed gazing down at your figure. She wiped your tear stained eyes away.

“But I got pregnant at a young age” You whispered.

“Sweetie getting pregnant isn’t even that horrible of a thing, but it can be difficult at some points in life, besides you aren’t alone in this situation” She assured you. 

You had thought about Tom that moment. He was gone and here you were carrying his unborn child. You cautiously placed a hand on your stomach. You were going to bring a life into this world. 

“You are not a disappointment Y/N, and you aren’t alone in this” She gripped your hand in hers.

Throughout those everlasting nine months you took in your mothers words. You weren’t alone in this. You had her right by your side every step of the way. Tom had left you behind, while he went on to take on his career. You were probably long forgotten by him. Your mother told you that you didn’t need him to care for your child. Your mother had done it by herself, and so could you, but with her helping and guiding you. Something her mother never gave her, your mother gave back to you much more in many ways. You couldn’t thank her enough. 

The day had arrived. You didn’t know what to expect, but boy did your contractions hurt like a b**ch. Your mom had probably broken so many rules to get you to the hospital quickly. You were wheeled off to a room to prepare to give birth. The wait seemed to drag on. Nurses were going in and out of room trying to get a hold the doctor. Your mom was right beside you holding your hand to try and calm you down. If it weren’t for the doctor you would have broken your moms hand by how tightly you held it.

The doctor finally said those six words you had been dying to hear.

“Y/N I need you to push!”

You pushed with all the energy you had.

“You’re doing great, just one more push!”

“I-I can’t do it!” You cried out.

“Five minutes of pain for a lifetime of happiness” Your mother whispered to you caressing your hair back. You looked at her.

“Just one final push!” The doctor said.

You groaned out giving the push your all. Once you pushed you heard the sound of your baby’s cry. You sighed in relief but also because you gave birth to a new life.

“It’s a girl” The nursed informed you.

“Can I-I hold her?” You shed a tear.

“Absolutely” She carefully placed her in your arms.

“Cradle the head” You mother told you smiling down at her precious granddaughter.

“She’s perfect” You softly caressed your finger on the side of her face.

“What are you going to name her?” The nurse held up a clipboard.

You looked down at her little face. You never knew how delicate and small something so precious could be.

She opened her eyes and you couldn’t comprehend words properly, you could only gaze at her with so much love. She had his eyes. His dark brown eyes.

“Alinine Primlet Y/L/N” You smiled at her.

“You must’ve thought about this for a while”

“I did”.

“Welcome to the world Alinine” You pressed a kissed to her forehead. She seemed to react to it because she smiled.

Little did you know you’re whole life would be changed by one special little girl.

Thank you to those who suggested wonderful names. I couldn’t decide so I combined the names I liked:

@soundshoodfeelshood -Aline @unabashedlyswimmingtimemachine -Katherine = Alinine

@xsabrinalynn - Prim @quackson-central - Scarlet = Primlet

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Tom Holland/ Peter Parker Imagines Tags:

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park jimin || “please, run.” (1)

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genre ✔️ mafian/gangsta au 

rating ✔️ (m) for mature. 

summary ✔️ Even being a bloodthirsty killer, Jimin would do anything to keep his loved ones safe; he’d so much as kill for them. But, what becomes of this soft lover when his loved one is the one he has to kill? 

Moments like this were always his favorite; when the city was nothing but darkness, while silence overtook the whole area to where all that Jimin could hear was the sound of his steady heartbeat. 

After every mission, successful or not, this was where he’d always end up. Being a notorious hit man for the mafia, without this special place it was certain that he would have lost his mind a long time ago. The number of deaths he was the cause of could make anyone’s head spin, and this particular spot never failed to make him feel a little more human. 

With a job like his, it was never hard to forget that he was. 

“There you are, I thought you’d be up here.” The sudden intrusion of a voice did not make the man hesitate to reach for the pistol strapped to his side, soon pointing it in the person’s direction. “Yah, calm the fuck down, it’s only me!” 

Blinking a couple of times, so that his eyes could adjust to the darkness, Jimin sighs in relief as he places the weapon back in its holster. “Aish, Jungkook. I’m actually gonna bust a cap right in your forehead one of these days.” 

“You can’t shoot the delivery boy, hyung. You’ve got a new assignment.” 

His eyes widen, as he scrambles to his feet. “Jinja? Already?” 

Nodding his head, Jungkook hands over the manila folder that looked as if it held nothing inside of it, due to it’s flat appearance. Usually when he was given an assignment, the folder was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal; why was this one any different?

“But, it’s not from Jin-hyung. It’s from a different organization in the undergrounds.” 

Deciding to just open the folder rather than asking who its from, Jimin’s jaw instantly drops as he fought the urge the rip up the paper right then, and there. 

“No fucking way, the answer is no.” He laughs bitterly, hoping that this was some sort of joke. “Exo called me personally? Those pretentious assholes have such an elite set of men, why don’t they handle their own problem?”

“I knew you weren’t going to like it-”

“You’re damn right I don’t! They nearly put us in the fucking hospital, and now they want a favor from us? Whatever shit they got themselves into, they can lay in it all by themselves. My answer is final.” 

Before he could even slightly tear the paper, Jungkook was quick to stop him. “Look, before you do something rash, they specifically said that they were willing to make amends if you do this - to let bygones be bygones.” 

He sighs heavily. “…I’m listening.” 

“If you’re successful in eliminating this target, they’ve agreed on being our ally rather than our competition. It’s already been discussed among the hyung-line, so refusing this assignment isn’t an option.” 

“What do they mean by if I eliminate this target? I’ve never had a target of mine walk away with their limbs, let alone their life, so why would I start now?” Jungkook merely motions for him to look at the last piece of paper from the folder, muttering under his breath for him to look for himself. 

Once in his hands, Jimin for sure let out a wholehearted laugh this time, turning the page front and back only to confirm that those two bullet-points were all the information given. 

“Okay, now this time I know this is a joke. What the hell is this supposed to be, there’s nothing here but a name of a person, and some strip club. How am I supposed to work with that?” 

Jungkook could only shrug, himself not having the answer. Sure when he was given the message to deliver to Jimin he saw the major flaw in the situation no doubt, but it wasn’t his place to speak against his leader. He was just the delivery boy, for tonight. 

“I know this may seem more than impossible, but they wouldn’t have asked for you personally if they felt like you were incapable of the job. You’re good at what you do, hyung, one of the very best in my book.” 

Jimin couldn’t resist grinning at the compliment, it always warming his partially cold heart that the maknae never failed to make him feel special with his kind words. “I’m not a miracle worker, I hope they know that.” 

“Oh, there’s one more thing they wanted me to inform you of. They said that this particular target is someone you might have met already. I’m not sure what they meant by that, but they made it very crucial that I not forget to tell you that part.”  

Jimin could only stare at his fellow member in confusion, deciding to just nod his head slowly, so not to push the conversation longer than it needed to be; the buzzing from his phone confirmed that very notion. 

His dark eyes soon brightened with excitement as he reached for the eager device, a small smile grazing his features as he read the identification. 

Indigo 11:47pm: hey stranger, had fun last night xx

Indigo 11:47pm: sorry i had to leave before u woke up, i figured it was for the best that you not see me in the mornings…

Indigo 11:48pm: not really a pretty sight haha 

Jimin physically had to bite his tongue to keep from giggling out loud, more than happy that his companion from that night reached out to him.

“Who could you possibly be talking to that has you grinning like a psychopath? You finally texting that hot waitress from last night, the one who practically ogled you the whole night?” Jungkook teased his elder, poking fun as he tried to peak at their barely started conversation. 

“What-no.” Jimin is quick to shut his phone off, putting it back in his pocket. “Don’t worry about it, it’s no one.” 

“Bullshit, you’re blushing like a horny school girl.” 

“Am not! Respect your elder, you brat, and head back to headquarters. Aren’t you out past your curfew, anyways?” Before Jungkook could retaliate with a snarky comeback, his own phone starts to spring to life as multiple text messages were coming his way; one in particular sent him running faster than Jimin could even comprehend. 

Suga 11:54pm: If I have to get out of this bed to come get your sorry ass, I’m gonna castrate you so that this world is free of irresponsible shitheads like you. I’m counting to five. So I suggest you start running. 

Not even needing to know what the text said, Jimin had a pretty good idea who was behind it. There was only one member out of the seven that could make a grown man practically sprint like a roadrunner. Chuckling softly at the thought, he made a mental note to thank Min Yoongi for the unintentional save. 

The buzzing from his phone soon returned, grabbing his attention yet again.

Indigo 11:55pm: you’re not mad at me, are u? :( 

Indigo 11:56pm: I’m sorry i didn’t wait, i know that was very rude of me, but in all honesty i was kind of embarrassed…im not usually bold enough to sleep with strangers…

Grinning shyly, he couldn’t help but relate to where she’s coming from. One night stands weren’t really something he did on a regular, his type of lifestyle shielding him away from the dating life, and it being too dangerous to have any sort of love interest in fear of them getting hurt.

That very thought reminded him of who he was, and what he was to society. The happiness he once held for talking with this mystery girl didn’t take long to unfortunately turn sour. 

Him 11:58pm: we shouldn’t be communicating with each other. It’s not safe. Last night was a mistake, and it shouldn’t have happened. I don’t know how u put this number in my phone but I’m going to delete it after i’ve sent this. 

It physically hurt that he had to be so brash, but it was the only way he was sure that whoever this person was understood that whatever happened between them needed to be forgotten. Jimin didn’t understand why he was so hesitant to cut off communication, for it’s never really been this hard in the past. 

It didn’t take long for those three dots to make an appearance, dancing on his screen for a solid three minutes until they disappeared completely. Finally, he mentally sighed in relief thinking that the stranger got the message without fuss- 

Indigo 12:02am: so…last night meant nothing to you? at all? 

Spoke too soon, he concluded. Of course Jimin felt something burning in the back of his mind, it nagging him non-stop that whoever this person was had to have meant something, he just didn’t know what! Even if this random stranger did manage to tug at his rusted heartstrings for just one night didn’t mean diddly, it wasn’t safe for either of them to proceed any further than this. Plus with this new assignment on his plate, a possible love interest was the last thing Jimin needed distracting him. 

Him 12:05am: To be completely honest with you, I can’t even remember jack-shit of last night. I’m sorry to have wasted your time with my sexual desires, but it was only for one night after all. I’m not looking for anything serious. Besides, I’m sure you’re a really nice girl, you wouldn’t want to get mixed up with someone like me. 

Indigo 12:07am:

Indigo 12:07am: you’re right. i’m sorry. i won’t bother you anymore. enjoy the rest of your night, Jimin.

Right when he thought his heart could finally catch a break, it physically drops to the pit of his stomach at the very last text she sent before leaving the chat altogether. Jimin never gave her his name, at least he thought he didn’t, and he was  more than positive that indigo wasn’t her real name…

Come to think of it, where had he last seen that name before? Reopening the manila folder, he slips out the very last page to once again scan the two bullet-

“You’ve got to be shitting me…” 

  • Target: L/n Y/n 
  • Location: 남빛 (The Indigo


Hi loves! So 2 weeks passed and I’m back with another part of my long-ass Evak fanfiction recs series, hooray! I never know what else to write here, so I’ll just shut up for now. All the fics can be found under the cut. Happy reading!

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

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Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two


“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”


“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”


“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder


She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains


Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”


“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.


Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”


He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth


And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Stereotypical (3)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

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Adrenaline (2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6

Description: Baekhyun is your brother Jongdae’s friend, who you became friends with a long time ago as well. You got accepted in a school five years ago and you’re finally coming back. However, not everyone can exactly handle the changes you’ve gone through.

Genre: Fluff / slight sexual themes / smut in future parts

Word Count: 3,520

Warnings: Sexual Themes

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader feat. Jongdae

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

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Originally posted by sehunoh

He was really going to try to stay away from you, he really was. He didn’t want to upset Jongdae and he knew just as well as Jongdae did that his intentions would probably no longer be friendly if he spent too much time around you.

He hated that. You were older now and more mature and he hated that he had to think like that about you. He never thought about your legs before, or how soft your hair was (and oh boy did it get softer). He stared at his ceiling, wondering if this was just a phase.

Would this newly found interest in you be a phase? He prayed that it was. He couldn’t actually have any sort of feelings towards you other than friendly ones. Besides, Jongdae made sure that Baekhyun knew he was not to go anywhere near you at any point in time.

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Dear Y/N Y/L/N

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader.

Summary: Reader is basically a female Evan Hansen. If you haven’t already, I suggest you go and listen to the “Dear Evan Hansen” Soundtrack, it’s amazing. Anyway, here is a better summary; Y/N Y/L/N was instructed by her therapist to write a series of letters addressed to herself, to help with her social anxiety. She ends up losing these letters at her new school, but she makes a friend (Peter Parker) on the way. Y/N spends most of her time with Peter, her busy mother unable to provide the happiness she needs in her life. What happens when Y/N finds out who has been stealing her letters?

A/N: If you read this whole thing; thank you! I’ve worked very hard on this. Please let me know if you enjoy this! Oh, and I’d like to dedicate this story to @that-sokovian-bastard, because she has sparked my love for Dear Evan Hansen, even though tbh it’s not very good especially compared to her writing.

DISCLAIMER: I personally do not have a social anxiety disorder, everything I have written here is solely based on Evan Hansen, and it wasn’t 100% perfect. Though I do in some ways (In my fictional story) I do not mean to romanticize real life anxiety disorders, it’s a real problem and not to be taken lightly. My story is strictly fiction and I’m not intending on anyone taking it any more seriously than just fiction.

Though I don’t have a social anxiety, I do have suffer from an anxiety disorder. It’s not fun, and it’s very serious.

With that said; Please enjoy.

WC: 2,376. I think…


Originally posted by navigaero

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N,” You read aloud, “this is going to be a-a… good… day, and here’s why-” You leaned back on your bed-frame, trying to come up with any possible way this day could be okay at all, it just couldn’t. Another day starting a new school, except, it wasn’t new at all. It never was, you were always going to be the weird new kid, you were never going to fit in. You shook your head, trying to shake away the negative thoughts with it.

“Because.. Well, you’ve got nice- no. You’re personality is… Never mind. Well.. Y-you’re not completely hopeless… That’s not true. Let’s face it, would anyone even notice if you just disappeared? Of course not, you don’t matter to anyone. The-”

“Hi honey!” Your mom poked her head through your door, “You gonna be ready for school?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You moved to the foot of your bed, closing your laptop abruptly.

“Oh, have you been writing those letters to yourself? Y'know, Dear Y/N Y/L/N, this is gonna be a good day, and here’s why!”

“Yes, mom.” You rolled your eyes, “I just started one.”

“Those letters are important! They’re gonna help you build your confidence!”

“Yup.” You mumbled swinging your backpack over your shoulder. You winced, remembering your arm. You rubbed your cast.

Your mom seemed to notice this, and you could just see the gears turning in her head.

“I know! Why don’t you go around today and ask the other kids to sign your cast!” She rubbed her hands together excitedly.

You sighed, “That sounds perfect mom. I’ll see you later.”

She watched you with sad eyes as you walked out of your room. “You okay on refills!?” She hollered at you.

Her voice was faint, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. “Yes, mom!”

You loved your mother, but she could be a pain. She always insisted that you needed ‘fixing’. You wondered what it would be like to have parents that just loved you for you, and didn’t pester you about medicine, or therapy, or making friends on the first day. Besides, the only time you ever had ever made a friend, your mother had packed you up and moved you away again. Why couldn’t she just have a normal job?


Before you knew it you were walking up the steps of your new school.

“Midtown Science here I come.”


“Watch it loser!” You rubbed your cast for the tenth time that day. Once you were a good five feet away from the person, you mustered up enough courage to tell them off, “Just leave me alone.” You whispered.

“I’m sorry?” An unfamiliar voice asked you, but it was coming from the other direction.

Your knees went weak at the sight of the boy in front of you, “Oh, n-nothing n-not you it’s okay never mind.” You turned around quickly.

“No, it’s okay, I just didn’t understand you… A-are you new? I’m Peter” He was trying to keep himself steady as well, you were the most adorable girl he had ever seen.

“Um, yup! I’m new! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-to bother you… I was just- I was just leaving.”

What you didn’t notice was when your letter fell out of your pocket, and landed in front of the Boy’s locker.

“Wait!” He called to you, but he was too late.

He picked up the letter and examined it, then looked around the room. Everyone had already gone to class, he was going to be late anyway.
He shrugged, deciding that the letter couldn’t have been that personal, considering the fact it had been hanging out of your pocket.

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N,” He began, “Y/N Y/L/N.” He repeated the words again, trying to remember someone of that name.

“You don’t matter to anyone.”

The letter seemed to be written to one’s self. He figured the note must have been to you, from you. But why?

The rest of the day Peter tried to get to you, but you were doing a very good job of staying away from him. It wasn’t until later in the week that you had opened up slightly to him, at which point it was much too late to tell you about the letter. No, Letters. Somehow he had managed to steal four of your letters.

And to make matters worse, you knew somebody had taken your letters, and Peter knew you knew.


You sighed, grabbing your books from your locker.


You gasped, slamming your locker shut, a deep red spreading across your face when you saw the boy in front of you.“Oh, P-Peter? Sorry, I’m in your way.” You moved back, assuming you had been blocking his locker.

“No, you’re not it’s just… Did you-”

“Hello?” You answered your phone.

“Yes, mom.” He backed away slowly, trying to pick up on the conversation you were having.

“But you promised! Fine… Okay.. No, it’s okay, I’m not hungry anyway. No mom! You have to talk to the person when they come to the door, and- okay.”

You noticed Peter looking at you, and quickly averted your eyes.

“Is-is everything okay?” He looked at you.

“Y-yeah, it’s um. It’s just my mom, she promised she’d be home tonight but, I guess she has work. And I just - I just hate ordering food, because you have to try and make conversation-” You cut yourself off, “Sorry I’m probably boring you to death. I um- I better get home.”

Peter’s heart broke at the disappointed look on your face when you told him about your mother.

“Why don’t you um, come to my place?”

“Oh, I don’t… I couldn’t..”

He smiled warmly, “Really, it’d be fun, I’d love to get to know you better.”

“Oh, um, okay.” You tried to smile. You were happy that Peter had invited you over, but you were very nervous. His parents certainly wouldn’t like you, and then your 'friendship’ with him would be over before it even started.

“Why don’t you come over six?” He ask you, squeezing your hand. A bold move for Peter.

“Okay,” You smiled shyly, playing with your bracelet, “See you later.”

“You must be Y/N!”

You took a step back, shocked by the sudden outburst that came from Peter’s mom. She was happy, but just a tad bit too enthusiastic.

“Oh, a-are you Peter’s mom?”

She smiled warmly, obviously Peter hadn’t prepared you for your visit. “I’m Peter’s Aunt, you can call me May.”

You blushed, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” Your shoulders went up as she ushered you inside. “Peter! Y/N’s here!”

Peter ran into the living room within a matter of seconds. He had wanted to be the one to open the door for you, he was afraid that his Aunt’s loud personality would scare you away.

“H-hi.” It was his turn to blush.

It was a fun night. The dinner was amazing, May had really grown on you.

You played some games with Peter and May, and then you played some video games with Peter.

You told them all about yourself. All about your father who has a very high position in his work, and how the only reason your mom had to leave for work tonight was because she had an extremely important client, and your dad was on a business trip.

These lies won’t become anything more. You told yourself.

Peter was completely shocked that a girl he was so enamored with would show any interest in him. Normally he would be too shy to initiate anything, but he knew you were to nervous. Not only did he bring out the best in you, but you brought out the best in him.
It was a good night, it was a good week, a good month.

You honestly loved Peter, and Aunt May. You finally found a family that loved you for who you were. Even if it was just the two of them. Peter brought you out of your shell, and May had never ever told you that you needed fixing, or pestered you about anything.

Your mother had barely even noticed that you were gone. She was always at work anyway. And when she wasn’t, you would tell her you were going to Melody’s house.

Melody was your mother’s friend’s daughter. As much as your mom wanted you too, you didn’t get along very well with her. But it was a good excuse for when you went to visit Peter.

Pete: Hey! Wanna come over later? Aunt May’s ordering pizza!

You: Sure I’d love too!

Pete: Cool! Pete: See you at 8? ;)

Y/N is typing…

You closed your laptop when your mother entered your room.

“Hey Y/N!”

You smiled weakly, “Hi,”

“So I know I’ve been really busy lately, but, I was wondering if you wanted to look over those essay contests with me tonight? We could order takeout!” She raised her eyebrows, dancing on her feet.

“Oh, I uh- I can’t tonight.”

“Oh.” Her expression dropped.

“Yeah, I’m… Going to Melody’s,”

She put on a fake smile, attempting to not look like her world had fallen apart around her, “Well. It’s good you’re making some friends.” She looked around the room for any other thing to talk about.

“You okay on refills?” She reached for your pill bottle.

“Actually, I.. I’m not taking them anymore.” You scratched the back of your neck.

“You’re not? That’s- that’s good! That’s great! I’m proud of you!”

Your weak smile returned, “Mom. I’m kind of- kinda busy right now.”

“Oh, okay. Have fun at Melody’s.”

“Thanks,” You mumbled.

Y/N has logged back on.

You: Sorry, my mom came in. Yeah 8 works.

Pete: See u then!
Another night spent well at the Parker household, you had decided to excuse yourself from the dinner table and call your mom, asking her if you could stay the night.

“Yeah, I’m at p- Melody’s house.”

“Really?” There was something in the tone of her voice telling you that she didn’t believe you as much as she had earlier. “Because I’m at Melody’s right now. And, I don’t see you.”

You nearly dropped your phone

“I’ll be home in a few minutes.” You hung up.

How could this happen? Just like that, everything was ruined.
The situation couldn’t get any worse, until you noticed something on Peter’s desk.

“D-dear Y/N Y/L/N.”

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes. Peter had been taking your letters? Peter? The one person you thought you could trust.

He had been listening to you talking about who stole the letters for what must have been hours, nodding along and agreeing. And he had been lying?!

“Y/N?” You dropped the note when you heard your voice being said softly.

“Leave me alone Peter!” You pushed passed him.

It was absolutely the worst day of your life. The day you learned that you couldn’t trust anyone. You couldn’t even trust yourself.

When you got home that night your mother was already waiting for you on the couch, ready to interrogate you. She was shocked when she saw the expression on your face. Your eyes red and puffy from crying, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you panted.

You broke down completely when you saw her.

“I-I trusted him.” You sobbed into her chest.

It was that moment you explained everything. You didn’t care anymore, you just needed to get it off of your chest. And it felt good.

“I- I didn’t know you were feeling this way.” She rubbed your back.

“It’s okay, I didn’t tell you.”

“But I’m your mother. I should have known.” She shook her head. Searching for any kind of sign that you might have been feeling that way. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”
You didn’t talk to Peter all week, all month.

It had been a month.

You ignored him for a month.

The longer you didn’t talk to him, the harder it became, until eventually you both parted ways.

But, you never forgot the influence Peter had on you, he made it easier to talk to people. You were actually able to speak a sentence to strangers without stuttering your face off.

You thought Peter moved on, but you were very wrong.

Peter thought about you everyday. He watched you during class. But he never initiated a conversation with you, he was afraid you would just walk away again. So after five long weeks, he finally made a decision.
You opened your locker, squinting your eyes when you saw something fall out of it.

“Dear Y/N Y/L/N?” You said out loud. You hadn’t written one of those letters to yourself in over a month.Your eyes skimmed over the letter.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N, I just wanted to apologize.

I’m sorry.

I know you’ll probably never speak to me again. But just hear me out, I didn’t think this would happen, I tried so hard to return your letters, I don’t know what happened.

I just want another chance.


You pierced your lips, folding up the letter tightly. When you looked to your left, you saw Peter.

His eyes grew wide, his eyebrows raised.

You blinked slowly, “Pete.”

He had wanted to hear your voice again for so long.

“I don’t know what happened. I overreacted. But, for so long I wanted a family. A family that just loved me for me and didn’t insist that I needed to be fixed. I wanted a family that would be there for me, and not completely forget about our plans so they could go work a shift as a nurse..”

“I thought you said-”

“I lied.”

You walked over to Peter taking his hands into yours, beginning to sob.
“When I found out that you were the one who was taking my letters I freaked out, because you’re the only person I thought I could trust. But, I’m sorry.”



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His Cinderella

Summary: On the run from a crazy ex, Y/N runs up and kisses this random yet handsome guy. Oblivious to the fact that she’s capturing her greatest hero, The Flash’s mind, she goes on with her life. Though what happens on their next meet? Will Prince charming finally find his Cinderella?

Category: Falling in love
030: “Can I kiss you?”

Pairing: Barry Allen x doctor!reader
Words: 3155
Warning: none that I’m aware of… I used the word hell?

A/N: So just found out I’m gonna do my English exam next Friday. For both practice and pleasing you lovelies, I thought I’d try to write even more this upcoming week – though I’m not sure how this brilliant win/win idea will work out IRL, so don’t hold your breaths…:/


Can I kiss you?!” A girl popped up in front of Barry. She was out of breath, her forehead shining from the sweat after a what-seemed-like-a long run. Just when Barry was about to answer, her lips met his. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she had taken him by surprise, he would have noticed so much more about her. Like the way her eyes sparkled when their gazes met, the way her hair seemed to perfectly frame her head, the way her chapped lips glowed in the daylight.

But she did take him by surprise, and all he could think of, were how those chapped, yet soft lips felt against his. It wasn’t an ordinary setting for Barry (to have random girls coming up kissing him). Though for some reason, it felt natural. So he closed his eyes and started kissing back – a very un-Barry and bold move, that he instantly regretted when the warm feeling disappeared not long after.

“Thanks! You’re a real hero!” It was just by pure luck, that Barry managed to get a slightly better look at her before she ran. The last thing he saw being a pair of red cheeks and Y/E/C eyes. It certainly was a way to brighten up his day – who wouldn’t have liked to get kissed by a girl? Though at the same time, Barry still felt something fishy about what had just happened, and he was dying to know why the sudden urge for the beautiful girl to kiss him: it wasn’t like that happened on a daily basis in Central City.

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An Avengers Supernatural AU

Part 1: Fledgling

Y/N has created a chatroom: Meet the new Fledgling

Y/N has added Tony, Clint, Sam, Natasha, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Bruce.

Thor: Our human! We have missed you!

Tony: New fledgling?! Some of us are thousands of years old, we can’t have a fledgling join us! I am too old to look after a child!

Y/N: I missed everyone too!

Y/N: except Tony

Sam: a burn not even sunlight can best

Y/N: He’s a newly turned vampire, Stark. You and Natasha can guide him through the process. Plus, I don’t get to decide who joins our group. I’m just assigned to make sure you all abide to human laws.

Thor: Yes, our human speaks the truth!

Bruce: A vampire? Pity. I would have liked another werewolf to join Barnes and I.

Y/N: I’m ordering everyone to meet at Stark Castle. Introductions can be done in person then, but for now, the chat will do.

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The Next Stepping Stone [Conner Kent x Reader][Damian Wayne x Ex-Reader]

A/n: Aight, so here’s a part 2 to Done! I was in the mood to write something with Conner so I made this an x Conner fic. It’s kinda Conner fluff but Damian Angst. Hope you guys like it!


It had been a long time since you had walked out on Damian. There was so much pent up rage and emotion that you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him. Not that you particularly wanted too. Of course you loved Damian but your relationship wasn’t the strongest. The both of you were constantly at the other’s throats. You hadn’t realized this until moving to Metropolis.

You see, your mother had gotten a job offer and your family felt that moving could be the best option. Especially with how torn up you were about the break up. They thought starting somewhere new would be good for you. So, your mother accepted the offer and your father got a transfer. Once you moved and got settled, enrolling in school was the next step to your life and healing.

Being the new girl was hard, especially when still getting over Damian. He was your first love. Making friends was challenging, but there was this one kid in your class. He seemed to always wear a smile. Jon Kent was his name. Son of the rather well-known reporter duo Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He had seemed to taken a liking to you. Offered you help when you seemed to need it which lead to his becoming a really close friend of yours. A real sweetheart.

You already knew of the secret identities of Superman and a lot of the League due to being with Damian. So, you and Jon often talked about those type of things. What you hadn’t known was how he and Damian used to work together sometimes when they were younger. Though lost touch in the past couple years.

However, your perspective on relationships didn’t change until you met Conner Kent. You knew of Conner through Tim but had never met him personally. You knew of his fiery/short fuse, but also how he was actually very sweet and kind. It was a normal meeting, having been hanging out with Jon when you met. It was your average ‘this is my friend [F/n]’ scenario. Though after that first acquaintance you both kept running into each other randomly. There was no denying he’s handsome and kind, so, when he finally asked you out your response was a resounding ‘Yes!’

Which lead to your first date where you both hit it off and one thing lead to another then eventually into this two year relationship. Honestly people envied your and Conner’s spark. Your friends from Gotham also noticed how happy you both are together, and how you rarely had a spat. According to them as well, Damain wasn’t even aware of the relationship.

Though he’d find out soon, because you had earned a full ride to Gotham University. Honestly, you wanted to attend a school closer to Metropolis, Conner, and your family, but a full ride isn’t something to shy away from. Your mother and father took off work when it was time to move, and Conner drove to Gotham with you. How could you not bring your boyfriend with super  strength? He’s the best to help move!

Though what you didn’t realize was that Conner had told Tim of him helping you, therefore Damian knew you’re going to school in Gotham. Meaning you’d have to face him eventually, and he preferred sooner rather than later.

“Guys! Guess what Conner just told me!” Tim stated with a grin as he walked into the cave. “What is it?” Steph questioned, slightly tilting her head to the side in curiosity. “[F/n]’s going to college in Gotham. Maybe we’ll get to see them both while Conner is still here.” Tim smiled, not realizing Damian walking into the cave.

“[F/n]’s back in Gotham? Why?” He asked, the words shooting out of his mouth rapidly. “She got a full ride to Gotham U” Tim turned to look at him. “How come Conner came with her?” Dick was the next to speak up. “I don’t know. I guess they’ve became close friends.”

“CAN WE GO VISIT!?” Steph cheered excitedly, she really has missed you. The both of you were super close before everything happened. “Uh, she’s moving in her dorm it might not be the best time.”

“Maybe you’re right. Hey where’d Damian go?” Steph asked, seeing that the youngest Wayne was missing from where he once stood. “That’s probably not good.” Dick added, exchanging glances with the others in the room. “Follow him?” Jason offered up the suggestion everyone was thinking. “Follow him” they all nodded.

The minute Damian heard of where you are, he just had to see you. Ever since you left he didn’t feel the same. As he hurried toward the campus, he was trying to figure out what he was going to say to you. He was lost in his own thoughts the entire way. It didn’t take him long to find where your dorm was, he is the son of the greatest detective after all.

Coming upon the sight of you unloading an unfamiliar car, recognizing your mother with you. Witnessing as you went back into the building, a wide grin on your face. ‘She’s happy’ Damian thought while watching your movements. Now wondering if this was a good idea or not. Though, he couldn’t pull himself away. Seeing you, it, it healed something broke inside him. However it didn’t stay intact much longer.

Damian watched as Conner descended the concrete stairs leading up into the building. Remembering having heard Tim say something about how both of you had grown close, leaving him to wonder if Jon had introduced you. Though he was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you yell, “CONNER!” The joy in your tone sounding the same as when you used to yell his name.

Watching as Conner turned around and caught you in an embrace after you had jumped at him. “Hey” he smiled down at you. “Hey yourself.” Getting on your tiptoes to tighten your hold on his neck and pull his forehead to yours. “Are you gonna survive without me Superboy?”

“I’m kinda bullet proof. Physically yes, but I will miss you [F/n].” You sighed at his words, “Is this a mistake? We’re going to be so far from each other, I don’t want to be far away from you.” He smiled before kissing your forehead, “No, this will be an amazing experience for you, it’s the next chapter of your life. Don’t worry I’ll visit and you’ll be coming back to Metropolis during breaks. Nothing will keep me from you, I love you.”

Those words made you grin and your heart flutter every time he said them. “Stay safe okay? And call me after missions.” He nodded with a grin. “I love you Conner Kent, remember that.”

“Wouldn’t forget it.” He beamed before connecting his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss. Both still wrapped in the other’s arms protectively.

Damian stood awestruck. His heart hurt when you said those words. Recalling when you used to tell him that you loved him. He felt the weight of a hand on his shoulder not too long after that. Whipping around to see Dick there, along with his brothers and sisters. “Damian” Dick started before he swatted Dick’s hand away.

Tt, I’m fine. At least she’s happy.” Damian mumbled, glancing at you and Conner once more before headed away from the scene. Shoving his hands in his pockets, thinking about the night you left. The night he made one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

But… He was also happy? Happy to see you happy. No matter what he’ll always love you, but, at least Conner can bring you joy.

…In a way that he never could. 

||Dickish|| Isaac Lahey Imagine

{Requested: isaac has been recently turned by Derek. And your his best friend. And he’s been different. More cocky and mean. And you confront him one day in school and he totally freaks out on you. He wolfs out and almost hurts you but your boyfriend stiles and your best friend Scott come. And Scott calms him down asking what the hell happened. He tried to apologize but you walk away in tears. And stiles follows right behind you. Later on that night he sneaks into your room to apologize.} Isaac x reader Stiles x reader .

“Is it just me or has Isaac been a lot more aggressive recently?“I asked Lydia as we sat down on the bleachers, watching the lacrosse team practice.
"What makes you think that?"Lydia asked.
As soon as Lydia asked that, Isaac sped towards Stiles. It all happened so quick, Stiles was screaming in the air and suddenly he fell on his back.
"That."I answered before jumping to my feet.
I ran over to Stiles as everyone circled around him.
"Lahey, what the hell was that?"Coach barked, gaining everyone’s attention.
"I swear my life flashed before my eyes."Stiles muttered, as I kneeled down beside him.
"You know I expected my life to be cool considering all the things we’ve seen, but really all I remember is me being terrified."Stiles whispered, groaning.
"Are you okay? Did you get hurt, did you break something-”
“My shoulder."Stiles muttered, screaming in pain as I touched it.
"Back up, back up!"Coach yelled as he shoved past the crowd.
Coach grabbed his arm and started moving it.
"Aaah!"Stiles screamed.
I couldn’t tell if it was out of pain or fright seeing as his arm would flip uncontrollably. I couldn’t help but scream as well while everyone gasped.
"This is like that time Harry fell off his broomstick and broke his arm!"I yelled, making everyone go quiet.
"Seriously, have none of you watched the movies?"I asked, squinting my eyes at them in disbelief and disgust.
"Hey babe, don’t mean to ruin your geeky moment- and you know I love you’re geeky side but I think it’s an inappropriate time to geek out because my arm is a noodle!"Stiles screamed.
"Right, sorry."I whispered, realizing he was right.
Soon the ambulance arrived, the paramedics wheeled Stiles into the ambulance while I jumped in.
"That wasn’t cool man."I heard Danny say.
"It’s lacrosse, if he can’t handle it then maybe he shouldn’t play it."Isaac answered.
"Besides, he’s not even good at it."Isaac snickered.
I furrowed my eyebrows, this isn’t the first he’s been acting like a dick.
"Sir, I’m gonna need you to stay awake-”
“No dad, five more minuets please.” Stiles muttered, half asleep.
“Sir, sir-”
“Mmm (Y/N), I love it when you call me sir. Love it more when you call me-”
“Stiles!"I yelled, covering his mouth.
"Faster?"He asked, his voice muffled by my hands.
"I think he hit his head real hard."The paramedic by my side whispered.
"You want it harder, alright you little-”
“Hey babe, I’m gonna need you to shut up and keep your eyes opened.”
*Next day*
“Here let me carry your bag for you."I offered as I took Stiles backpack from him.
"My left arm works perfectly fine (Y/N)."Stiles chuckled as I walked him to class.
"Unfortunately for you, no more playing with yourself."I said, making him roll his eyes.
"Good thing I got you-"Stiles started to say before we heard a loud bang.
I jumped in front of Stiles and used his backpack as a shield.
”(Y/N) every time there’s a loud noise doesn’t mean someone’s trying to shoot the school.“Stiles reminded me.
"We live in California, what do you expect me to do?"I asked.
"Thank you for shielding me, although I think it’s the boyfriends job to shield the girl."Stiles said, making me roll my eyes.
"Sorry I want to keep my boyfriend alive."I spat, making him wrap his left arm around me.
"What’d you say?"I heard Isaac yell from across the hall.
He had a guy that was taller than him pinned against the locker.
"I asked you a question dick."Isaac barked, slamming his head against the locker.
"That’s where the bang came from."Stiles whispered as I glared at Isaac.
"I said excuse me!"The guy yelled at Isaac.
"I told you to answer me not raise your voice at me-”
“Isaac!"I yelled, stopping him from throwing a punch at the poor guy.
I helped the guy escape Isaac’s grip, which Isaac more upset than he was.
"What the hell (Y/N)?’‘Isaac yelled.
"What do you mean what the hell, what is wrong with you?"I asked.
Isaac simply ignored me and turned away, walking in the other direction.
"Isaac Lahey, don’t walk away from me!"I yelled.
"Watch me!"He yelled back, making me glare at him.
"Just leave him alone."Stiles whispered, holding me back from running after him.
I sighed before walking Stiles to his last class of the day, which was also his least favorite.
"Have fun babe."I whispered before giving him a quick peck.
"Love you."He whispered before walking into his class.
I walked down the hall until I heard someone sobbing in the guys locker room. I know, I know, I should be going in but I had to. I walked in and saw a girl sobbing as Isaac zipped up his pants.
"Look, if you weren’t ready you should’ve told me earlier before wasting my time. I could have any other girl in this school so you’re lucky I chose you."Isaac muttered.
"Isaac I’m sorry-”
“I don’t care, don’t waste my time."Isaac snapped at the trembling girl.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"I asked, causing the girl and Isaac to jump.
"Not you sweetie, whatever he said, just forget it. Don’t let guys like him make you feel bad about yourself."I whispered as I sat by the girl.
I grabbed her phone and put my phone number in her contacts list before putting her number in mine.
"How about my boyfriend and I treat you to some ice cream tomorrow after school?"I asked.
"I don’t know-”
“My treat."I said making her laugh lightly.
"Sure."She answered.
"Alright now go back to class, I’ve got to talk to Isaac."I told her.
She nodded and walked out, leaving me with Isaac.
"Well wasn’t that sweet of you."Isaac muttered, rolling his eyes.
"I don’t know what the hell got into you but I don’t like this new Isaac. You’re my best friend and you would never treat a girl like that."I muttered, glaring at him.
"Watch your tone (Y/N), you don’t want to get on my bad side."Isaac warned, flashing me his golden glowing eyes.
"Of course, of course."I whispered, laughing.
"Ever since that night Derek bit you, you started acting cocky, you started acting like an asshole. I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re almost as bad as Jackson."I muttered.
"I’m warning you (Y/N), don’t upset me."Isaac continued.
"No, I want to get on your bad side."I spat.
"Lets see the big bad werewolf you’re trying to be."I muttered.
"I said stop!"Isaac yelled as he wolfed out.
My eyes widened as I stumbled back into the wall.
"Isaac, I’m your best friend, you love me."I whispered as tears welled up in my eyes.
I noticed Issac raise his claws in the air, making my heart drop. I jumped out of the way as soon as he swung at me.
"Isaac!"Scott yelled, scarring both Isaac and I.
”(Y/N), are you okay?“Stiles asked as he ran over to me.
"I’m okay, I’m okay."I breathed out as Stiles cupped my face.
"What the hell is going on?"Scott asked, making me look up at him.
"Isaac wolfed out of me and tried attacking me."I answered as I stood up.
I winced as my ankle stared to sting. I looked down at it and noticed it bleeding. When I jumped, he must’ve managed to claw my ankle.
”(Y/N)-“Isaac started to say as I pushed past him and Scott.
"Don’t Isaac, just don’t."I muttered, tears falling down my face.
"Touch her again and I’ll make wrap Kira’s katana, put wolfsbane-”
“Stiles."Scott whispered.
"You get the idea."Stiles muttered before following after me.
"You wanna leave early?"Stiles asked as he found me by his jeep.
"Please?"I asked.
"Of course."Stiles answered as I helped him into the passengers seat.
"Can’t believe you won’t let me drive my own car-”
“You broke your arm babe, I’m just taking care of you."I whispered as I drove him to his house.
"I know and I love you for that."Stiles said as he leaned over and kissed my cheek softly.
As soon as we got to his house, I made him some food and did his chores.
"Can I just say you’re the best girlfriend ever?"Stiles asked as I collapsed onto his bed.
"Please do, I’m exhausted."I muttered, snuggling up to him.
"Stiles, did you clean the house?"Sheriff Stilinski yelled from downstairs.
"Because it looks amazing- hey (Y/N)."He greeted me as he stood by Stiles’ door.
"Hey Sheriff-”
“Actually (Y/N) cleaned it, she decided to do my chores since I can’t move my arm. She also made food which you’re eating right now."Stiles explained, pointing at his arm and then the bowl in his dad’s hands.
"Stiles, marry her."Sheriff said as he took another bite.
“Seriously, this is amazing."Sheriff mumbled.
"Thank you Sheriff, just trying to help out."I shrugged.
After his dad left the room, I ended up dozing off in Stiles’ arms. When I woke up, its was eleven pm.
"Shit."I muttered as I looked at Stiles’ alarm clock.
I wiggled out of Stiles’ grip and kissed his forehead before dashing out. I took his jeep and sped off to my house. Once I got there, I sneaked up to my room so I wouldn’t alarm my parents. I hopped onto my balcony and opened the window, then climbed in. As soon as I get in, the lights turn in.
"Jesus- Isaac?"I asked.
"I had to lie to your parents saying that Stiles’ jeep broke down.’'Isaac muttered.
"You didn’t have to, I didn’t ask you-”
“No but you’re my best friend, so of course I’d do it."Isaac answered.
My face softened as he called me his best friend, but then I quickly remembered what had happened today.
"As much as I’d love to chat, and I don’t, we have school tomorrow and I’ve got to get my beauty sleep."I muttered as I hopped into my bed.
"So jump off my balcony and don’t come here again."I spat.
”(Y/N), please just let me talk.“He begged.
"Before Derek bit me, you would always go out of your way to protect me from my dad. You and Stiles told the Sheriff about him and he got arrested. You then let me stay at your house until I moved in with Derek. I love you (Y/N), you’re my best friend and I’m so sorry I hurt you. I know I’ve been a dick, but I need you to forgive me."He explained.
"Please forgive me."He begged.
"I’m not the one who needs the apology, the girl you hurt and Stiles-oh and that guy in the hallway. Anyone you’ve been a dick to and or hurt."I answered.
"So you’re not mad at me?"Isaac asked.
"I’m disappointed, not mad. Overall, I forgive you. Just please don’t get all cocky and dickish."I muttered.
"Dickish isn’t a word-”
“Isaac."I warned him.
"Okay I’ll take what I can get!”-
Thank you for taking time out of your day to read this, have a wonderful day/night!

(You’re Like) The Son I Never Had

So this idea has been floating around my head for a couple of days, so I’ve just sat down and written…. I apologise for the angsty-ness lower down but I promise a happy ending!! Also, @itsallavengers, consider this revenge/thanks for all the wonderful Tony and Peter you’ve graced us with. This is not the trans!Peter you were promised, but that is on it’s way. 

This can be found on Ao3 here

The first time Tony holds his son, it is with no small amount of panic. Happy had found the child left in the lobby of the tower, a birth certificate, apology and a DNA test left tucked into the basket with him. He has a small amount of fluffy brown hair, and he’s still sleeping soundly even as Pepper makes him pick the child up. The weight of this small baby in his arms makes him want to scream – this was never the plan, Tony can’t be trusted with himself, why would he be trusted with a child – but the child snuffles and curls into him, and the metaphorical ice fortress around his heart melts a little. The child blinks awake with dark dark eyes, and doesn’t cry.

Maybe Tony can do this.

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All of You

68. “I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”; 71. “I’ve seen how much you really care. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”, requested by the lovely @fornhaus

Pairing: kacchako, obvsly.

Rating: t

a/n: sorry i’m such a lazy ass. This came out a bit longer and less angsty than I expected, but I just decided I can’t do prompts for shit. I always get carried away from the topic, in the end you ask me for apples and I give you pears. Anyways, hope you enjoy it anyway!


The air was warm, a pleasent breeze rushing through the trees and bushes that surrounded him. In front of him, was the lake that mirrored the starry night sky. No sounds could be heard, aside from the crickets, and, of course, the muffled laughter and chatter of his classmates.

It was one of those summer nights he would probably spend in his room, studying or reading some comics. That is, if he was home. Right now, Bakugou Katsuki was trapped in a campsite far, far away from the U.A. dorms, cursing all the souls within a hundred mile radius, and their mothers.

Summer break was just around the corner, and the students of classes A and B decided that they should all take a trip together to get their minds away from the midterms and have some fun. Which was exactly the opposite of what Bakugou was doing. In fact, he had only agreed to go thinking it was a training camp, like in first year. He would later find out that the only training they would be doing was on how to make s'mores and sing dumb songs by the fire.

After so much time living together, it was not like Bakugou wasn’t already used to the presence of his classmates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even be that bothered by their shenanigans. But being tricked into coming to their little trip, wasting his time with stupid shit like that, it had spiked his fury in a whole other level.

He could easily had taken the easy path there and just burn them all to bits before they thought of another song. But after all they went through, Bakugou had to learn his lesson about thinking his actions through at some point. Instead, he got up from his seat by the fire and walked into the woods, screaming that anyone who followed him would have their head ripped out of their body and shoved in their ass. So, after a quiet walk, he expected to calm his nerves and clear all the murderous intentions out of his head.

What he did not expected, though, was to find Uraraka Ochako, sitting alone on the muddy ground, staring at the clear water of the lake.

She had her Nº 13 hoodie on, short brown hair floating with the breeze. After a better look, he noticed her shoulders were shaking.

The boy stood there for a few seconds, the wind brushing his wild hair, hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.

Bakugou wasn’t exactly the example of a caring person. Even after a year and a half of sharing a house and a classroom, he still couldn’t remember half of his classmates’ names. He just didn’t give a fuck. But she was different.

Uraraka had something in her. A hidden side, obscured by a good girl mask that could fool anyone and everyone. Except for him. She liked to bat her little eyelashes at him, smile at him on the halls, scold him for not being friendly or some shit. But as much as it all confused him, he had seen her for who she really was during their first fight, and on all their other fights since then. He was the only one who could see through her mask, who was able to push her past her breaking point and take a peek at the real Uraraka. She had caught his eye, to a point where he wasn’t satisfied with just a peek anymore. He wanted to see more, to find out what she really had to offer. So, on one restless night, Bakugou decided to go to her room and challenge her for a real match.

But before he could knock, he heard her sobs. Tiny, shaky sobs that, although he would never admit it, made his heart beat a little faster. Much more faster.

Bakugou had been avoiding her since that night. Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t a coward. He would never run from his problems, like some chicken. But something in him has changed when he heard her crying. She was suffering, and somehow, that affected him too. He was fucking terrified of that.

His sharp crimson eyes stared at the back of her head, as her sobs and hiccups got louder. He scowled, turning around to leave while she hadn’t noticed his presence. Carefully, he took a step forward, then another–

“B-Bakugou-kun? Is that you?”, Uraraka’s meek voice reached his ears.

Fuck his life. He had stepped on a branch. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Comfort her? As if.

He slowly turned around, ready to make up some excuse for why he had been watching her cry, possibly throwing some insults and explosions on the way. But when he could finally see her face, his resolve was shattered.

She looked scared, frightened brown eyes staring at him from her seat by the lake. Her cheeks, usually rosy and flushed, were now pale and stained with tears. Her small frame looked even smaller, quivering under the moonlight.

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. She got up, wiping the dirt off of her shorts, avoiding his gaze.

“I… Umm… What are you d-doing here?”, she tried again, looking mildly taken aback by his expression. He must have been looking really stupid.

Shaking his head, Bakugou opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out. He averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up.

Uraraka bit her bottom lip, looking at everything but him. She looked extremely uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to apologize for walking in on such an intimate moment of hers. A bigger part of him wanted to fucking punch that part in the face. What the hell was happening to him? It was her fault for crying on a public space! He had nothing to do with her, it wasn’t his fucking business. Again, he could easily have chosen the easiest path. But something about seeing her in such a frail state made him change his mind.

“Uraraka.”, he said, his strangely quiet tone capturing her attention again.

He moved a bit closer to her, reluctantly. She blinked, watching as he scowled and tucked his hands deeper in his pockets, looking like he regretted every word he was about to say.

“Why are you… y'know…”, he started, finding it hard to get the words out of his mouth. “… crying?”

She blinked again, several times, brows knitting in confusion.

“Why… why do you care?”

Good question. There was literally no reason for him to give a fuck about her, or what she felt. But he did. He fucking did. And no matter how stupid his words sounded to himself, he couldn’t help but want to know why she was suffering.

“Who the fuck said I cared? Don’t get cocky, round-face!”, he exclaimed, unable to hold back his tongue. She looked even more confused. “It’s just really fucking annoying to hear you crying all night, and then have to bare with it here too!”

Her eyes widened, the color rushing back to her cheeks in embarrassment. “Y-You could hear m-me?”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, as he runned a hand through his blond hair, trying to hold back all the weird feelings that threatened to spill.

“Yeah, Uraraka, I could fucking hear you.”

She pursed her lips, hugging her torso and looking at her feet. Her eyes were closed again, a shaky breath leaving her lungs. He felt a pang in his chest, a strange urge to cup her face in his hands and tell her to breathe. Again, what the fuck was happening to him?

She opened her eyes, and he could swear they were even sadder than when he found her. Uraraka took a step back, going back to a sitting position next to the lake, looking expectantly at him. Bakugou hesitantly moved forward, sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his knees. She hugged her knees to her chest, a shaky sigh leaving her mouth. They were only a few inches apart from each other now.

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”, she started, looking at the clear water before them. “I’ve received some bad news lately and it’s been a little difficult for me to accept them.”

A few beats passed, his strict eyes locked on her face, before she cleared her throat and continued.

“My father is sick. It’s not so serious, but he still can’t work properly. But his debts keep growing y'know…”, her voice sounded so weak it was barely audible. “… My mother said it’s okay, that they’re gonna work this out. But I need to help too. I can’t just stay here and watch them work themselves to death.”

Bakugou went dead silent, the sharp features of his face curling in a frown. He had expected for her problems to be related to that bastard Deku or something, but this was much more serious than he initially thought.

“Do you mean…”, he muttered, voice faltering for a second. She still wouldn’t look at him, eyes trained on her reflection on the lake. “… does this mean you’re…?”

Her grip on her knees tightened. “Yeah.”, she mumbled, and he could swear his heart had skipped a beat. “I might have to drop out of school.”

She finally looked up at him, and the first emotion to hit him was confusion. It took his brain a few moments to process the real impact of her words. Then, a hurricane of feelings rushed through his mind, bliding his senses and making a big mess out of his already confused heart. He felt anger, and grief, and revolt.

Anger because of how fucking unfair that world was, for someone so unbearably kind like her to have to give up on her dreams so early. Grief, because no matter how much he denied it, that girl has done a great job at marking her name on his mind, and watch her go away would be much more difficult than he would like to admit.

Revolt, because that was Uraraka Ochako, that stubborn, impulsive, courageous mess of a girl he had learned to respect. An adorable looking girl who could lift up buildings and create meteors and never, ever accepted defeat, even after his most powerful blows. She would still refuse to give up.

Right now, he couldn’t find that girl. Looking deep into those frightened eyes, at her trembling hands, at her heaving chest, he just couldn’t find her. He only ever knew two sides of Uraraka: the cheery, innocent girl who he fought to ignore in class and the powerful, determinated woman he yearned to face up on the battlefield. But this was a new side of hers, the broken one, barely able to hold back her sobs, who hid herself from the world to fall apart alone and scared. Bakugou felt like his lungs were shrinking, making it impossible to breathe.

She still held his gaze, her big brown eyes full of sorrow, and tenderness, and so many other emotions he couldn’t describe. Her eyes could easily put the sky above them to shame. He couldn’t understand why someone like him could suddenly notice those things. Like the little marks and small scars that adorned her face and neck. The pink flush of her cheeks that had spreaded to her nose and ears. The teeth marks on her slightly parted lips, from biting at them nervously. So many details abour her came at his mind at once, as if he had been pinpointing them since the day they’ve first met. Maybe he did. At this point, his confusion was too much to handle.

Bakugou came out of his stupor when he saw her mouth curl up in a sad smile. Then, a short giggle scaped her lips.

“What’s so fucking funny?”, his voice was raspy and low, way too low for his standards. He suddenly realized of how close they really were, their shoulders almost touching.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just…”, she giggled again, shaking her head. Looking back at him, there was something else in her eyes he couldn’t exactly name. It made his hands tremble a bit. “You’re the first one to know. And I kinda like it that way.”

His gaze shifted to her eyes, then to her lips, and back to her eyes. What was that supposed to mean? They weren’t friends. That was probably the most intimate conversation they’ve ever had. Uraraka closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath and runing her hand through the water.

“I’m not worried ‘bout you.”, he said, staring at the lake.

She opened her eyes once again, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

Bakugou grabbed a branch at his side and started fiddling with the water, distorting his reflection. “You’ll find a way.”

The girl smiled sadly, watching the small waves on the lake. “I’m afraid it’ll be a little trickier this time.”

He let go of the branch, scowling at her. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Huh?!”, she squealed, surprised by his sudden change of tone. His crimson eyes stared deep into her brown ones, eyebrows knit together, in that always grumpy expression that inspired authority.

“Answer me! Who the fuck are you?!”

She cleared her throat, unsure of how to respond. “U-Uraraka Ochako?”

Bakugou scoffed, not averting his gaze from her. “Are you fucking sure? Doesn’t seem like it.”

Her confused expression didn’t budge, annoying him to bits. “I… I-I don’t understan–”

“I know a girl named Uraraka. Annoying little bitch. She’s always wearing these stupid smiles every time I see her.”, he grumbled, making the girl next to him puff her cheeks in annoyance.

“Oh yeah? If you hate this girl so much why don’t you–”

“I’ve seen her done so much stupid shit, that sometimes I wonder how the fuck did this girl ended up in third place on the entrance exam. That had to be a mistake.”

She looked down at her hands, her bottom lip starting to quiver again. “I get it. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“She’s always letting her damn feelings get in her way, like some little kid. Never thinking before acting, like a fucking amateur.”, Bakugou’s voice was as harsh as his words.

“You can stop now, please. I don’t want to hear how stupid you think I am.”, she hugged herself again, gaze lost in her reflection on the lake.

But he wasn’t done. “I’ve seen her trip over her own feet more times than I’ve seen the sun rise.”

Uraraka got up from the grass, legs still a bit shaky. “Okay, stop it! I get it! I’m useless and stupid and–”

“I’ve seen her get herself in danger over the dumbest things!”, he got up too, not letting her run away. They were only inches apart, her back facing the lake. “She tried to throw three tons of concrete on my head once! Who the fuck does that?!”

Her gaze was fixed on her feet, hands curled up in trembling fists at her sides.

“Stop it.”

Bakugou scowled, getting even closer to her. “This one time, she lifted a whole truck to find some little brat’s doll! How stupid is that?!”

She tried to push him out of the way, a few stray tears already running down her face. “Let me go! Stop it, Bakugou!”

He felt his chest tightening again, but didn’t stop.

“She even jumped off a building once to try and save a fucking villain, even though her weight limit was almost running out! Isn’t that fucking crazy?!”

He had to hold her wrists now, to stop her from sending him floating out of her way. She struggled in his hold, punching and kicking what she could see, but it was no use.

“Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

Biting his bottom lip, he locked her wrists with one hand, while forcing her to look at him with the other.

“And you know what the worst part is?!”, Bakugou’s voice resounded over her protests, her fighting slowing down for a moment.

His expression looked almost painful, eyebrows knitted and face heating up at the proximity of their bodies. But his eyes told another story. There was a whole storm of sentiment he kept inside, waiting for a moment to be let out. All the anger and frustration he had hidden deep within his soul, all the nights he had spent wondering what was missing. What kept him up at night?

“The worst part, is that I can’t get her out of my fucking mind!”

Her eyes widened, breath stuck in her throat. They were so close their noses could almost touch. He stared at her eyes, hoping she could understand everything he meant by just that stare. By the way she stopped struggling, he thought she did.

“At first, I thought I just wanted to fight her, but I was wrong! I was so fucking wrong!”, Bakugou’s face was incredibly red, and by the tone of his voice, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone on the fucking camp had heard them by now. He couldn’t care less. “I don’t want to see just a part of her, I want the whole package! The annoying one, the strong one, the broken one, I want all of them!”

Uraraka just stared at him in awe, face wet with tears, blushing twice as much as him. Her mouth opened a few times, but nothing came out.

He let go of her wrists, taking a few steps back and breathing heavily. It had been a long time since he had screamed like that.

“That girl may be annoying, and naive, and she might irritate the fuck out of me…”, he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “But i’m fucking crazy about her. She’s the bravest fucking girl I’ve ever met, and hell would freeze before she gave up on her dreams after the first obstacle.”

The girl blinked, running a shaky hand over her hair, trying to digest all of what she just heard. Her mouth was completely shut, not even trying to formulate an answer anymore.

Bakugou turned around, ready to leave her with her thoughts. He had no idea why the fuck he decided to confess all those things after barely acknowledging them himself, but what is gone, is gone. He felt mortified, furious at himself for spilling all his own issues over her when she needed help dealing with her own. All he could do now was to go on his way and let her think.

“Trust me in this, round-face. If you really are this girl…”, he looked over his shoulder, seeing her confused eyes and quivering legs. “… you’ll find a way.”

At this, he walked into the woods again, disappearing from her sight, leaving an even bigger mess in her heart than when he found her.