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Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Word count - 4410

Summary - You finally convince Lin to take a break and go out for a night. It starts out well, but when someone tries to flirt with you at the bar, Lin snaps.

Warnings - smut, badly translated Spanish, dirty talk

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You stood in the doorway to Lin’s study and watched him scribble away in one of his many notebooks, headphones around his neck. He’d been doing this more often since he’d gotten deeply involved in his latest project, and while you admired his work ethic and dedication to his craft, you wished he’d take a break every once in a while. And you didn’t mean a short break to have a meal with you. You meant an actual night off, the two of you going out and enjoying each other. Dinner and a movie. A concert. The museum. Anything as long as you got to be together. You loved him and missed spending time with him. Maybe tonight you could convince him to put down the notebook and go out, to let off a little steam. It wouldn’t hurt to try, you decided.

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June’s Featured Game: Living Playground: The Witch’s Puppets

GENRE: Supernatural, Puzzle
WARNINGS:   Both implied and shown violence to the children, Emotional abuse, Blood
SUMMARY: With what starts as a simple day at the park, siblings Tony, Pablo, and Octavio are once again caught up in a series of strange circumstances such as strange pocket dimensions, coordinated monsters, and more geese than anyone could ever want to see in their lives. Stranded with them are Haze and Seal, two witches who seem to be connected with whatever nonsense is going down. As witches tend to be.In the simplest of terms, this game is about friendship and relating to others, both the good and the bad. With an unfortunate focus on the bad. It will be mostly straightforward with only one ending. 

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Di piano e forte 01

Originally posted by mvssmedia

pt. 1 ↠ pt. 2

↠Summary: Piano; A keyboard of cypress, played with soft and loud. Was it the ivory and onyx keys that let you escape from your reality…Or was it the man with sable hair and ivory skin.

↠Genre: Angst, fluff.

↠Warnings: This fic contains domestic and verbal abuse as well as mature things.

author’s note: Updates for this series on Thursday or Friday, enjoy!

“I’ll be home around 6, lock up before you leave, bye!” You shouted loudly, rushing out the door with a bag heavy on your shoulders. Hopping frantically, trying to slip on a shoe yet keep down your dress, like a kid late to school (which you were). You threw the bag in the passenger seat, put the key in the ignition and stomped on the gas. You arrived at the university in the nick of time.

Having grown up taking music lessons here and there, you’d think it would’ve stuck with you. But that wasn’t the case, you hadn’t played since you were a little girl but you still had a deep connection with instrument. You’ve been looking for a teacher and finally found one who didn’t live far from the school. He had one opening left so you called him immediately. A music student at the college was giving lessons and you were far too excited for someone your age but you couldn’t help it. He asked you to meet him at practice room 2B at the school. With a backpack slack on your shoulders you went up the stairs in a hurry. You weren’t late, you were actually a few minutes early. You just wanted to make a good impression, you didn’t actually know much about him, only his name. Min Yoongi. 

You knocked lightly on the door, no response. You knocked again, still no response. Propping yourself up on your tippy toes you peeked through the small glass window on the top of the door. He’s in there. His fingers danced on the keys and there were ear buds in his ears. Slowly you pushed down on the knob and were met with your proposed piano teacher stalling the movement of his fingers. 

“Oh, hi, you’re early.” Steadily he got up from his seat, he held his hand out shook mine. “What was your name again?” His cold fingers grasped yours briefly and you squeezed your fists instinctively.

“Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you. Thank you so much for taking me so last minute. I left class early just so I wouldn’t be late.” You smiled nervously, he grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and sat it aside the piano. Hesitantly, you sat down your bag and stood awaiting his instructions. 

“That’s thoughtful of you- I’m Yoongi by the way.” He said pulling out the stool, “You can have a seat.” He gestured to the stool, you flattened your skirt against your thighs before you taking a seat. “Have you ever played before, at all?” 

“I played around when I was little, that’s about it.” Pressing your hands in your lap you awkwardly nodded your head, agreeing with yourself.

“Well, the first thing I’ll teach you is posture. Sit up straight.” His hand pressed against your lower back to straighten you up. This small fraction of the lesson was making you more excited than it probably should have. For years you dreamed of learning the art of this flawless instrument and here you are. You were finally doing it. You looked to him for approval. “Is this good?”

“You’re a bit stiff, relax, just don’t slouch.” he laughed breathily, demonstrating by stretching his arms and shoulders. You did the same, shaking off your nerves and taking a deep breath. “Now put your hands on the keys like you would if I wasn’t here, go on.”

“Ok…” Your fingers steadily approached the ivory keys and you looked at his expressionless gaze. It was hard to tell if I was doing it right.

“That’s good.” He praised. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on your lips. The whole hour was exciting to you. All you did was go over scales, pretty basic stuff you already knew. “You know your scale patterns.” He commented, somewhat taken aback by your poised form. The thirty minute lesson consisted of you going over every scale you knew and some of the ones he showed you. 

“I think we’ve covered enough for today, you did good.” He stood to his feet and you did as well. You maneuvered your legs between the piano stool and his chair before reaching down to grab your bag. 

“Thank you.” You smiled, "Oh! I have something for you.” You reached in your backpack and pulled out a little box.

“What’s this?” He was a bit surprised, he’s never really received a gift from his students, not on the first day at least.

“It’s rice cake, I make it to sell as sets sometimes but I made this one for you, I hope you like strawberry.” When he untied the thin pink string and opened it he smirked to himself, bringing a smile to your face.

“I do, thank you.” When he smiled a weight was somewhat lifted from your shoulders, but at the same time you had the thought that he might think you’re overbearing or too excited. “Well…I’ll see you next week then.” You waved. “Bye.”

When you closed the door he sat on the stool with the little box in hand. He could already tell that teaching you would be more than interesting. In a good way. Most people your age came to him for maybe a month lesson and they’d give up but you didn’t seem like that. You were just as eager as a little girl, it was cute.

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daylightcasey  asked:

Hii!! Can you please do one where your dating Josh and your on tour with him, Tyler, and Jenna. But you start to get really sick, and I don't know, like before and after the show he takes care of you?? :)

A/N: I’m so sorry that it took me longer than promised to get this up, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you again, for your request! xx (hey, it’s the longest I’ve ever done haha)



Words: 2744

Warnings: None


Heat. That’s the first thing you noticed as you woke up in your bunk on the tour bus. Your sleep shirt clung to your body, completely soaked probably from your sweat because that was the second thing you noticed. It seemed like you ran a marathon from the way your body was heated up. Next thing you noticed was your stuffed nose and aching throat, as well as your burning eyes. Great, you thought to yourself, seems like I’m ill.

After contemplating if you should just stay in your bunk and call for your boyfriend Josh since every move ached like you really did run a marathon. But as soon as you tried to call out his name, you noticed that your voice was nearly gone and that it hurt like a bitch. So you had no other choice than to get up on your own and search for some kind of medicine.

As soon as you crawled out of your bunk, your head became dizzy. You hold yourself up on the wall, waiting for the dizziness to go away. After some seconds passed and your head felt somewhat normal again, besides the throbbing pain since you had to have a headache as well, you made your way to the cabin in the kitchen, hoping that you would find some painkillers and some stuff for your aching throat.

You noticed Josh sitting in the kitchen area, who immediately jumped up from his seat to rush to your side.

„Babe! Is everything alright? Not to sound rude or anything but you look like hell.“

Instead of giving one of your normal fiery comebacks, you just rolled your eyes which hurt as well.

„I guess with your lack of speaking that you’re ill. C’mon lay back in your bunk and I’ll bring you some medication and something to drink, maybe even something to eat if you’re hungry.“ You flash him a somewhat grateful smile, before practically crawling back to your bunk. Every step felt like you just climbed the Mount Everest.

As soon as you were in your bunk again, all cuddled up, you put the blanket away. There was no way you were putting more layers on your body, when it was already burning, making you a sweaty mess. What a great view that must have been for Josh.

Speaking of your lovely boyfriend, he returned after a few more minutes with the stuff he promised to bring you. After forcing the bitter tasting medicine down your throat and giving you some pills for your headache and other stuff, he started to tuck you in. Since you still couldn’t really speak and didn’t want to even try because of the assuming pain you would have, you frantically shook your head.

„What?“ Josh looked confused. You didn’t even bother to reply since you really couldn’t, you stomped the blanket off your legs again.

„C’mon (Y/N)! You need to keep warm, which means the blanket has to be on you, otherwise you’ll get more sick.“ You still shook your head and kept on kicking the blanket off of you, as Josh tried to tug you in.

„(Y/N)!“ He grew more and more frustrated, but you didn’t care as long as you don’t have to suffer under that big blanket. That’s why you did absolutely nothing as Josh huffed and went away, leaving you and your victory over the blanket fight alone.

Some minutes passed as Josh came back again, holding a wet cloth in his hands. „Listen (Y/N), I know you’re feeling like you’ll suffocate under that blanket but it’s important that you stay warm, okay? I want you to get better, not worse, so please.“

You grunted, knowing that he was probably right. So you did nothing as Josh tucked you in, just like a burrito. As soon as he was finished, he placed the wet cloth on your head. You immediately noticed that it was cold, cooling your burning forehead.

„Thanks“, you were able to quietly mutter that one out. Josh smiled down at you, kissing your cheek softly, before asking if he should stay by your side.

You shook your head, mouthing soundcheck because that’s where he needed to be right now. It took you some more minutes until you finally talked him into going, after promising that if something happens or if you need anything, you will immediately call him. With one last kiss on your cheek, since you wouldn’t allow him to kiss your mouth, you didn’t want him to get ill as well, he went to go sound checking.

It took you only a few moments until you’re passed out again.

You didn’t know how long you’ve slept but you started to feel a little bit better. Your body seemed cooled down, your throat stopped aching as much as before as well. However, you still felt like shit.

You heard someone shuffling around in the kitchen. Curious to who was on the bus still it was technically still time for soundcheck, after looking for the time on your phone, you decided to look for yourself. Maybe you could even grab something to eat.

This time you didn’t feel as dizzy as in the morning, making it easier for you to walk the small corridor down to the kitchen/seating area.

You saw Jenna, preparing soup. She probably heard you shuffling around, because she looked up to you, smiling gently. „Hey (Y/N), how are you feeling? I hope you slept well!“

„A little bit better, thanks. What are you doing here? I thought soundcheck was still going on?“ Your voice was hoarse, but at least you could talk again. You sat down on one of the benches, hugging your knees to your chest, because damn it was much colder as in your bunk.

„Josh asked me to stay on the bus, just in case you needed anything or if you started to feel worse. I decided to cook some soup, while you sleep. Want some?“

You gladly accepted, knowing that whatever Jenna cooked, it was heavenly. While you started to eat, you told Jenna that she didn’t have to stay here and miss soundcheck. It made you feel guilty, the both of you always loved watching the guys soundcheck and because of you, Jenna couldn’t see it today.

„C’mon (Y/N)! We literally saw every soundcheck Tyler and Josh did, so it really is no problem that I stayed here with you, I wanted to make sure that nothing happens when you’re alone on the tour bus while we’re at the venue. Besides that, if I didn’t have stayed here, Josh would’ve. He’s really concerned, to be honest, thought about driving you to the hospital, but we were able to convince him that it’s just the flu or something.“ Jenna laughed, you joined lightly. Josh was probably the cutest boy in the entire world and you managed to snatch him before anyone else could.

„Thank you so much, Jenna. I already feel a little bit better, your soup seriously has magic powers!“ You grinned before you sneezed. „Ouch! Okay, I take it back, holy shit that hurt!“ You groaned.

Before Jenna could say anything to your remark, the door to the bus flew open, revealing Josh and Tyler. As soon as Josh laid his eyes on you, he quickly shuffled his way to the bench where you were currently seated. Instead of saying anything, he just pressed one of his palms against your forehead, checking if you still had a high temperature. It seemed like it went down in the last few hours because Josh looked somewhat relieved. But it didn’t last long until it changed into a more scolding one. „You shouldn’t be here, (Y/N). I told you that you needed to stay warm, which practically translates into staying in your bunk.“

„Jooooosh“, you whine, „ You can’t expect me to stay the whole day in my bunk.“

„I just want you to get better, okay? What do you say, we’re gonna cuddle up in your bunk and watch some Disney movies until I have to get ready for the show?“

You knew that Josh only wanted to get you back to your bunk, but you didn’t mind as long as you could get to cuddle and watch your favorite movies. So you nodded, agreeing to his offer. Before you made your way back to the sleeping area, where Josh started to set everything up, you thanked Jenna again for making that delicious soup and for taking care of you.

Josh already picked your favorite ones of all Disney movies that existed, Hercules and Tangled. After settling down beside him, all cuddled up to his side and after Josh made sure you’re warm enough for his liking, he pressed play for the first movie.

You probably fell asleep during the second one, Hercules. Josh tried his best to not wake you up, knowing that sleep was probably the best medicine out there. So he stayed there, all squished up in the little bunk, letting you use him as a pillow. But he didn’t mind, he loves you and he would do anything for you.

Some hours passed, Josh knew that he had to go within the next half hour to get ready for the concert. He noticed that your temperature started to rise again, whether it was an upcoming fever or if it was because of his body temperature and the many blankets. But as you started to shiver, he knew it was the first option.

You woke up, besides feeling like you were buried under an avalanche because of the many blankets around you, you couldn’t help but freeze. Oh no, you thought. Besides having a fever and the flu, you had to have chills as well.

„Hey Babe, how do you feel?“ Josh looks concerned at you, he probably saw you shivering.

„I’m cold“ You croaked, your voice was hoarse due the sleeping and the aching.

„Come here“, Josh opened his arms, letting you cling to his body while he puts his arms around. You immediately noticed the heat radiating off of him.

„I don’t want to make you ill, you have shows to do“, you whispered, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

„You won’t make me ill, just because we cuddle. And if I do get ill, I don’t care, as long as I’m there for you.“ Josh said softly, stroking your back. „But I need to get ready soon, I’m sorry, Babe.“

„It’s okay, but I will come to the venue when the concert starts if you don’t mind. I wanna take a nap before, so I’ll be awake enough to watch you“

„No no no. I’d really like you to watch me perform but there’s no way you’re gonna stand backstage for the whole concert. You’re gonna stay here and rest.“

You lifted your head up, looking at your boyfriend’s face. „What? No!“, you exclaimed. How could he think that you wanted to miss his concert?

„Baby! You’re ill, you have a fever, the chills and you’re way too exhausted to stand up on your own feet for more than 5 minutes. Be rational here, you know I love it when you watch me from the sides, but I’d love it more when you’re healthy again. I couldn’t even concentrate on playing if I knew you would be standing there, ill. I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.“

Knowing that Josh was right, you grunted. You promised yourself as you started the tour with him, that you wouldn’t miss even one concert. Looks like you’d have to now.

„Okay… But what am I supposed to do the whole time?“

„Sleep, and maybe watch some movies, but just rest okay? And drink much. As soon as the concert’s over, I’m gonna come to you so we can cuddle again, how does that sound?“

You nodded, agreeing to his offer. Josh softly kissed your forehead, before he started to get out of the bunk. Immediately you noticed the loss of his body temperature against you, making you shiver again. He noticed it too, because, after searching for some moments, he gave you one of his big sweaters, helping you to get it on. You thanked him, engulfing his scent that lingered on the jumper.

„No problem, Love. I need to make sure that you’re warm enough, right?“ He chuckled, which you lightly returned. „Now go back to sleep, I love you.“ Josh kissed your forehead again, you returned the ‚I love you‘ before you fell asleep again, probably because of the comfiness of Josh’s sweater.

The ringing of your phone woke you up again. You didn’t know for how long you’ve slept, but the whole tour bus was empty, signaling that it was already time for the concert.
You noticed an incoming FaceTime call from Jenna, which you quickly accepted. To your surprise, she didn’t appear on your phone screen, but your boyfriend did. He already wore his concert outfit, consisting of the white button down and the red jacket. The ski mask was already on his head as well, pushed up so you were able to see his face with the already painted red smudge around his eyes.

„I’m sorry if I woke you up, but I wanted to talk to you quickly before I have to go up.“

„It’s no problem. I’m glad that I get to wish you the best of luck, but I do have one question: Why are you on Jenna’s phone?“ You asked confused.

„Ohhh right. Well, I felt bad that I didn’t let you watch the show, so I asked her if she would stream it for you, trough the FaceTime call, so you don’t miss out.“ Josh grinned, obviously proud of his idea.

„Thank you, you’re absolutely the best! And now, don’t let the fans wait any longer, I love you and you’ll do great, I promise you that.“ You blew him a kiss after he thanked you and returned the ‚I love you‘. The camera moved around, signaling that Josh probably gave Jenna her phone back.

You knew you were right, as soon as you saw her face. „Jenna, thank you for doing this.“ You laughed lightly.

The blonde grinned at you, telling you that it wouldn’t have been right watching the guys perform without you by her side. So that’s exactly what you do, even if meant you staying in your bunk watching everything over the screen of your phone. But nevertheless was it great. Though, you couldn’t help but to slightly feel jealous that you couldn’t be right there, seeing everything through your own eyes. Dang you for getting sick.

As soon as the concert was over, Jenna told you from Josh that he will take a quick shower before he comes back to you so he can keep his promise. You waited, longing for the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms around you, warming you instead of his sweater and the numerous blankets you were tucked in.

„Hey, Babe! I’m baaaack“, Josh dragged the last word out, probably due to the leftover energy from performing in front of a big crowd.

„Maybe I should let you run a few laps, so you can calm a little bit down before you can cuddle with me“ You chuckled, he knew that you were joking, that’s why he didn’t hesitate to climb in the bunk, right next to you. Josh checked your temperature again, pressing his palm against your forehead. He nodded smiling, meaning that your fever probably went down again.

„I love you, so much. And I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass to you today, for not letting you see the concert and everything. I just didn’t want you to get worse because of me, you are way to important for me.“ He pressed a single kiss against your temple, mumbling softly.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, pressing your whole body against his. „I love you too, and it’s alright, you were right the whole time.“

It was just then, that you noticed how tired you exactly were. You hadn’t noticed before, but watching the whole concert was exhausting. You noticed Josh keep on pressing little kisses against your head, his hands stroking your side. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep again, only hearing the steady beating of your boyfriend’s heart and his breathing.

try again {part vi}



word count: 1,033

A/N: Ahhh last part!! I hope you guys liked this series

“Baby, just breathe.” Shawn encouraged. My face scrunched up in pain every five minutes or so because of contractions. We had finally made it to the hospital and Shawn looked relieved. I wouldn’t let him drive to the hospital until my contractions were ten minutes apart. By the time I changed into the hospital gown with Shawn’s help, the IV was stuck into my hand, and I got comfortable in the stiff hospital bed, my contractions were already just five minutes apart. Shawn had finally calmed down enough to attempt to soothe me, and for that, I was thankful.

My fingers were laced between Shawn’s and I only squeezed when I felt a tight cramping in my stomach. Shawn repeatedly asked me if I was alright, to which I replied with, “No, but he’s worth the pain.” He, referring to our baby, was most certainly worth the pain. This was what I had wanted for so long. Having a baby is what I had longed for. I wasn’t going to complain during labor because a baby was what Shawn and I wanted and this was part of having a baby.

“What do you think he will look like?” I asked Shawn, trying to take my mind off the pain. Shawn traced my hand with his thumb while thinking for long while about it.

“I think he’ll look like me, but with your cute nose and your eyes.” Shawn finally spoke. I smiled at his words and thought about what Shawn said. I imagined what he thought he would look like and felt my heart gushing over in adoration already.

“Well, I hope he looks exactly like you.” I told Shawn. He disagreed.

“Nope, he has to look at least a little bit like his momma.” Shawn said. Seconds later, another contraction caused my lower abdomen to cramp with pain. I squeezed hard on Shawn’s hand. To pass the time, I asked Shawn to bring my makeup to me. I knew Shawn would be making pictures later so I wanted to look slightly presentable.

I patted foundation on and put a few coats of mascara on while Shawn sat in the chair beside me, shaking his head and laughing. I shot my eyes over at him.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You’re in labor and putting makeup on. I can’t believe you’re doing this.” He chuckled.

“Well, I’m sorry that I don’t want our son’s first glimpses of his mother to be horrifying.” I said sarcastically.

“You’re beautiful, especially right now.” Shawn cooed. He held my hand again and kissed my fingers and knuckles softly. I knew what he had just said was a lie, but he was trying to make sure I was in the best mood possible today. I knew my face was probably swollen from all the pain medications I was being given at the moment. The fact that Shawn would think I’m beautiful right now made me love him even more. I handed him my makeup bag and he walked across the room to put it away.

“Ma'am, we need to do a c-section, it appears you won’t be able to naturally birth the baby.” A nurse said while bursting through the door.

“A c-section? Why?” Shawn quickly replied.

“Your baby is breech and it’d be safer to deliver him via c-section.” The doctor who finally entered the room spoke. I looked at all the nurses and the doctor in front of me, then to Shawn. I must have looked nervous because everyone in the room tried to calm me. “But we need you to stay relaxed. The more stressed you are, the more stressed the baby will be. Okay?”

I waited for Shawn to return after leaving with a nurse. Since I was no longer doing a natural birth, he would have to put on scrubs just like everyone else. When Shawn came back into the room, he walked over to me. He held my left hand in his hand while he stood above me. He whispered encouraging words to me and kissed my forehead occasionally. The surgery was beginning and I looked up at Shawn to take my mind off of things.

Soon after our baby was born weighing a healthy seven pounds and three ounces, I found myself struggling to stay awake. Shawn was also tired, as we had been up since two this morning timing my contractions. The nurses took our baby boy to the nursery after seeing how exhausted we both were, despite Shawn begging for him to stay. As much as I wanted him to stay, we both needed rest.

I awoke hours later to a soft cry and then Shawn’s voice trying to calm the cry, telling me our baby was in the room. I opened my eyes to see Shawn holding our child close to his chest, rocking him back and forth.

“We can’t wake up mommy. She’s tired.” Shawn spoke lowly. I pretended to still be asleep just so I could listen to Shawn talking to our little boy. “Shh, don’t cry. It’s okay, little guy. It’s okay.” Shawn said in response to another almost silent cry. I opened my eyes finally and turned towards Shawn. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake me up.”

“It’s okay, Shawn.” I assured. I was happy that Shawn’s voice had woken me up. I already loved seeing him spend time with our son.

“I asked the nurses to bring him in here. I mean, what if they get him mixed up with another baby?” Shawn sounded genuinely concerned and it was amusing.

“Oh, yes. I’m sure the only baby in the nursery that looks just like Shawn Mendes will get sent home with another family. I can see the news headlines now.” I said, laughing, but stopping as soon as I realized how much it hurt.

“Are you okay, love?” Shawn asked. I nodded, trying to let the pain disappear before speaking again.

Shawn and I sat in the hospital room for the rest of the night, taking turns holding him. Miraculously, he didn’t wake up even with all the movement. Shawn and I admired him while he slept so peacefully.

So, y'all know I’m a bit sappy, but I wanted to make sure you know…

I love you all. You’re all trying so hard in life and I am so proud of you. Some of you are working on exams and finals and some of you are out of school for the summer already or out for forever and I hope y'all know you did your best and that’s what matters.

Some of you are getting your first job or your fifth and some are working hard at something they’ve done for years and I hope you’re appreciated wherever you’re at, whether it’s by your coworkers, your boss, or a customer.

I hope you’re enjoying life when you can and taking a moment to just… focus on the little bits of happiness that make their way to you. I know it can be difficult sometimes, things can be a bit rough, but I hope something puts a smile on your face at least once every day.

Through The Door

Fili X Mixed!Fem!Reader

Characters: Fili, Kili, Thorin, Gandalf, Bilbo, Dwalin, Balin, Oin, Bombur, Bofur

Fandom: The Hobbit/LOTR

Prompt/plot: the reader is from our world and she notices a strange looking door. She goes through it and it takes her to Middle Earth. The door closes behind her and disappears. She then meets the company, and has no choice but to travel along the company

Requested: Yes! By the lovely @17baldwinn! Thank you so much honey!

Warning(s): some cursing

Word count: 1,891

A/N: I’m so incredibly sorry for not updating! I checked and I didn’t update for almost 2 months! I feel really bad so I’m gonna try my best to update more, but no promises! My school year isn’t very long anymore and I still have loads to do. Enjoy reading, my loves! Also, I made the reader for this mixed because I feel there’s quite a lack of POC in the fandom and as a mixed girl myself, I like to see more of it and so be a part of the change! AND it’s gonna be multiple parts!!

[Part 2]

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anonymous asked:

So Bakugou and Todoroki's hero names didn't get decided early on I think because they're each gonna get their own little mini arcs that get em to decide them, but I kinda wanted to know your opinion on what they might end up being? 'Course they'll probably be derived from future plot that we don't know right now, but I wanted to ask anyway!

!!!! I’ve never really thought about Todoroki’s, tbh? So I have no clue, honest, but as far as Bakugou goes I’ll keep on holding onto Ground Zero until Horikoshi officially and unequivocally tells me he 100% definitely scrapped it, my friend - it’s such a cool name??? I read it and I nearly cried when I realized that probably it’s not gonna be his actual hero name rip

Anon said: You need to draw Bok.uro more (i love them so much,(you to of course)

I’m sure you didn’t mean anything bad by this ask anon, but as I’ve said more than once I really, really don’t like the word need. I don’t need to do anything, no one’s paying me for this. When I’ll want to draw more bokro it’ll for sure happen, so don’t worry about that~

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花言葉 / A flower's meaning

Word count: 4206

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

H-hello it was me all along!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و I got really inspired by the saiou comic you drew a while ago, and decided to borrowed your hc that Saihara is bad at waking up early until he starts living together with Ouma.

I felt terribly clumsy writing this (I don’t have a beta reader so I’m sorry if its riddled with mistakes) and Ouma might be a bit ooc but once the idea formed I couldn’t let it go anymore. I really want to say thank you for blessing the fandom with your wonderful art ;w; so I hope it’ll at least make you smile a little bit!


Link to the story on Ao3 is HERE! please send kudos/comments for the author there!

Thank you so much for this!!! omg!! I had to draw a “cover” image for this so here you are (They are wearing the school uniforms cause…uhm… >///<)

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Mingyu (bottom) X Male Reader requested by anon! Hope you like it! There was a point where I was going to end it but decided to write a little more so. :) Hope it’s what you wanted! 


They did this because they love him. And he really needed to get laid.

It was mainly Coups’ idea, however the rest of the hiphop team quickly jumped on board with getting Mingyu wasted and helping him loosen up for his big night, basically feeding him shots. The last one had a little extra kick.

The reason behind the now drunk leaders plan was pretty straight foreword; anytime Mingyu would hang out with you he would end up coming home and gush waterfalls to him about how good of a time he had. His mood would skyrocket, and although it was cute to see his crush flourish and develop, Coups couldn’t help but think what better way to tease Mingyu is there than to get him to ‘confess’. Or something.

While everyone was too busy with FIFA to notice, Sungcheol discreetly nodded his head up at you to get into Mingyu’s room and let this whole thing unravel. You went and shut the door softly behind you and sat on the bottom bunk across from Mingyu’s to wait. Outside, Mingyu had noticed a spike in his body heat and when Cheol noticed him shrug off his hoodie, his smirk widened. “Feeling hot, Mingyu?”

He smiled widely and nodded. “I think i’m just a lil’ too drunk. I’m hot all over.” Sungcheol peeked into his lap.

“I see that.” His addition was working now. As bad as forcing Mingyu to get horny sounds, it’s completely harmless. The powder he had bought was all natural and the reviews he read about the drug told that it’s effects were impressive to say the least. Mingyu was getting hard quick and his eyes were unfocused, so Sungcheol decided to help him along. He waved off the fact that it was is turn to Vernon and once their game started, he slid his and onto Mingyu’s thigh and squeezed it firmly. He managed to hear a tiny inhale from him before looking up and observing his deepening blush. “I think you might need to go lie down for a while…don’t you feel a little weird?” He manipulates as his hands slides up slowly, Mingyu looking down at the motion with wide eyes. It’s true, he did feel weird but that wasn’t the proper word to describe it. He felt a tingling sensation in his stomach and it was bothersome, in the way where he needed to find some way to satiate the feeling. When Cheol’s hand reached the front of his pants, his fingers pressed into his crotch and rubbed over his growing shaft, shocking Mingyu pleasurably but alarming the hell out of him since Vernon and Wonwoo were sitting just a foot or so infront of them.

“Sungcheol…” He whispered quietly, his eyes pleading for answers, or, help.

“Go to your room, okay?” Mingyu just nodded, slowly getting up off the couch.

“Uhh, i’m feeling a little sick, I think i’m going to try and rest up a little bit.” He let the room know before walking down the hall and entering his room. He had already closed the door behind him when he looked up to see you sitting there, hands patiently in your lap. You offered a small smile to him to which he returned nervously. It wasn’t until you subconsciously checked him out that you noticed the bulge in his pants. It made you excited that Sungcheol’s ridiculous sounding plan was actually proving to be somewhat successful. “W-what are you doing here?” He asked, carefully stepping over to his bed. The heat overtaking his body remaining despite the rooms cool temperature.

“I was a little tired so just wanted to take a break from the crowd.” You explained, playing with your fingers as you watched him sit down in the middle of the soft mattress. “What about you?”

“Ahh well, I was feeling a bit hot so I thought I was coming down with a fever but…honestly, i’m just..dizzy now?” He says unsure, confused by his own bodies odd actions. You got up in mock concern and walked over to him, he just watched you with half lidded eyes.

“You should lay down, i’m worried you’ll throw up.” You said softly, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him down onto the bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow he smirked without realizing, the tingling feeling spreading to his limbs now making them seem slightly heavier. He blinks slowly and focuses his sight on you. “How do you feel?” You asked coyly, like you had no idea what was really going on. One of his hands creep towards his hips and slide over the front of his jeans, nonchalantly rubbing his much too obvious boner.

“I feel fucking great…I don’t, I don’t know why but, I feel…” You cut off his thoughtless stuttering by grabbing his wrist and restraining it on the blanket beside him, cutting off the contact he probably really needed. He hummed and giggled a little bit, his lips parting to allow his tongue to swipe over them. It was the most intense form of eye candy to see this boy unravel right under you. But you decided to keep up the act a little bit longer, at least until he was desperate. “What’s wrong with you?” You asked, looming yourself over him a little more. Your other hand discreetly slips over his other wrist to hold it against the bed.

He busts out in another smile, letting out the kind of moan you do when you stretch as he lifted his hips in hopes that he’d rub himself on the front of his pants and get relief, he thought it would work since they were pretty tight but all it did was make you lust for him that much more. Seeing him get there. And surprisingly your mouth starts watering in hunger to taste him. Any part of him. “I don’t knoooow, can’t you just, ugh. Just read my mind. God you’re so cute. I’m so happy you’re in this room with me..” You feel resistance in his arms, if he could use them he’d probably reach out for you, but you were handed this opportunity and you wanted to use it to it’s full extent. His hands ball into fists. “Whyyy are you holding me down? Are you afraid i’ll do something to you?” Mingyu said playfully, although his words were exciting. “I probably would. I’d love to do things to you. I always think about it you know?” He squirms under your hold and you can’t believe how vocal he’s being. You really didn’t expect it. “C'mon, let me go..I could be on my knees right now…do you know what i’d be doing?” The truthful dirty talk is making your half hard cock twitch, starting to make you impatient.

“I don’t care what you’d be doing. What do you want from me?” You said sternly, hoping to assert some kind of dominance. Another thing you couldn’t believe is how quickly he submit. He got quite quiet and bent his legs up a little bit, turning in his knees in sexual frustration. His eyes glistened.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me?” He looked up at you in mock innocence as you repositioned yourself, putting a knee between his thighs and leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“You sure?”

“I’m positive..” He tips his head back to allow you closer in. “I need you to take care of me.” At his hot admission, you start kissing at the side of his neck and you feel goose bumps form under your lips. His head digs farther back into the pillow and hums at the little contact he’s receiving, which makes you wonder what he would sound like if you gave him anything more. You couldn’t hold back, not when he was in this state, so you replaced your hand to the front of his jeans, rubbing between his legs firmly. He let out an embarrassingly loud moan, not that he had a choice anyway, blushing at his volume and slipping his heavy lids shut. You kissed his neck with more vigor since you’ve been wanting to for so long and fit your other knee between his legs, pushing them apart so they’d fall over your thighs comfortably. Out of your peripheral vision you see his hand slide down the bed and feel his hands slip up your knee and onto your thigh, rubbing and squeezing it tightly. He was continuously rocking against your palm moaning out meaningless curses all the while until he turned his face towards yours that was buried in his neck. “Please..” He trailed off in your ear and it perked you up, looking into his glassy eyes now.

“You’re being so impatient, I wanted to take my time with you…” You spill to him, his answer hugging your core.

“We can take it slow next time, it just, it just hurts, I can’t wait-AHH..” You cut him off by grabbing at his erection and his yelp was due to anything BUT pain. Next time? His hand quickly slid to your crotch and tugged at your belt. “C'mon..” You ignore him somewhat and lean in to capture his lips in a searing kiss, initiating an immediate response as his lips knead over yours eagerly. And whatever was half innocent about it was washed away when he slipped his tongue into your mouth and swiped it over yours. He hummed out consistently at the taste of you and honestly, you did too, the tones of your sensual moans dancing together fluently. It took you a few moments to center yourself in and realize that you had been grinding down against him as you two made out just as he pulled away briefly to whine. “Please ______, m-more-” You cut him off by pressing your lips against Mingyu’s again, hard, tilting your head to deepen the abrupt kiss. You pulled his bottom lip into your mouth and bit it, tugging at it and pushing the wrist you were restraining higher, just about next to his head. He moaned beautifully again and arches his back under you. “Please-” He managed to breathe out and you pulled away, smirking down at the blushing mess.

“You want it?” You spoke lowly, and Mingyu nodded, his expression needy as hell. “Take your pants off.” You demanded, letting his wrist go to place both hands beside his shoulder and watch him.

“I-I can’t..” He trailed off, embarrassed. His arms felt like brick.

“Well you’re going to have to if you want that tight ass fucked, won’t you?” You tease beside his cheek, laying a soft kiss upon it afterwards. Mingyu whines as his arms lower down to his hips slowly. He doesn’t even bother with his button and zipper, he just slips his jeans off and maneuvers out of them. You look down to eat Mingyu’s hard length up with your eyes, loving how it looks confined and bulging. “I bet you want me to touch you, huh?” Mingyu nods weakly about to tug off his briefs when you grabbed the underside of his knees and hiked his thighs up against his stomach to spread him unexpectedly. Mingyu moaned at the quick action and his cheeks burned because of how exposed he was, his hands falling beside him. You could handle him like a ragdoll and you loved it, and you were the one to pull his underwear off, but only to the the start of his thighs…it looked so hot like that. When you tried to resist slapping his bare ass you failed absolutely, letting your hand come down hard on it before squeezing. He mewled like crazy and turned his head to the side, bringing a wrist up to cover his mouth. He was panting lightly against it and those breaths were really uneven. Mingyu must have loved it. You bent down and kissed over the redness you created as an apology for being a little bit hasty and wondered…nah, you’ll just do it. You let your tongue drag up the expanse before looking up at his face, full of bliss, and licking close to his hole. He back arched up and his hands turned to fists again. For some reason the lack of lube didn’t pop up into his head as a problem so he didn’t expect what happened when he really should have. His clouded mind didn’t let him do a lot of thinking, he was past the point of giving a fuck about anything, clearly. His begging told so.

“_____ , s-stop teasing, p-” You let some of your spit drop over his entrance before cutting Mingyu off.

“Keep quiet babe, your pleading is cute and all but I want you to save your voice for later. I haven’t even started with you yet.” You said as you pushed a finger into him and watched his jaw drop open in a silent gasp. You started thrusting it in and out immediately and almost moaned instead of thinking of how good his hole looked taking it. Mingyu pushed his head back into the pillow, a thin sheen of sweat starting to grace his neck. “Think you can take another one…? Since you’ve been so damn eager?” Your question ending with a bite.

“Yeah.” He whines out as you’re already dropping more saliva to spread around. You pull out your finger and rub two against his hole bluntly to get the dry one coated before slowly pushing them back in. You’re careful, but Mingyu is trying to push his hips back and fuck himself onto your digits, the stretch obviously not paining him in a negative way. So you give in, because he wanted it after all, and shove them in fully. “Ahhh ffffuck, fuck yeah..” He bites his lip and smiles to himself, in his own little 18+ world with you in it.

roonilbloodywazlib  asked:

What do you think of ''I work in this huge book store, and you come everyday to read this really thick book, but never buy it because it's too expensive, hey you can use my discount card/ or let me steal it for you, did I mention you're too damn hot? Percabeth or tratie au?

“Do you want to use my discount card to buy that?”

Percy jumped about a mile, abruptly slamming the book shut and fumbling it between his hands. He managed to catch it, tucking it under one arm and staring at the girl who’d spoken. “What - uh, I mean - sorry?”

She was leaning against the edge of the bookcase, arms folded over her chest and one eyebrow raised. She nodded towards the book. “Do you want to use my discount to buy it?”

His eyes skated over her, taking in the grey slacks and the name badge pinned to her white shirt. He squinted and tried to make out the name. “Ah - thanks, but I - I couldn’t, really.”

Her grey eyes narrowed. “You come in here all the time, and you always grab that book. I can tell that you’re working your way through it. You might as well buy it so you can at least read it in the comfort of your own home.”

His eyes widened. He was really hoping she hadn’t noticed the frequency of his visits, or the way he lurked in the aisle. “No, I mean I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. Well, this was already ridiculously embarrassing, he figured it couldn’t get much worse. “I can’t afford it.”

“So use my discount,” the girl insisted. And then, for good measure, added, “Duh.”

“No, I mean, I still wouldn’t be able to afford it.”

The girl blinked. For a moment she was absolutely still, and then she uncrossed her arms and held them out towards Percy. “Give it here.”

He panicked. She was going to take the book from him and kick him out. Goodbye book, goodbye beautiful but terrifying girl, goodbye dignity, Percy was about to be banned from a bookstore.

Figuring he had no other option, Percy handed the book over. The girl took it and spun on her heel, marching towards the register.

Percy followed with downcast eyes. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “I’ll just -”

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked, voice almost a snap, and Percy stopped dead in his tracks.

She’d gone behind the register and was still holding the book in her hands, and Percy’s panic intensified. He hadn’t been doing anything illegal, she couldn’t actually get him in any sort of real trouble, could she?

But then, as he watched, she scanned the book, typed something into the register, and then pulled her purse out from underneath the counter.

“What?” Percy asked, absolutely dumbfounded.

She continued on as if he hadn’t spoken, scanning her employee ID and then her credit card. She put the book in a bag and then held it out. “There you go.”

“What,” Percy repeated, because none of this made any sense.

“For you,” she said, speaking very slowly. “From me. Take it.”

“But I can’t - that book was expensive, I can’t just take it from you!”

“Yes you can! Either you come and grab this book right now or I’m going to hit you over the head with it,” she snapped, and something about her expression told Percy she wasn’t kidding.

He scurried forward and grabbed the bag, and she smiled. 

“Thank you,” he breathed, completely overwhelmed. “But I don’t understand, why would you -”

She shrugged. “Everyone should have the opportunity to read. If you’ve found a book that you like so much you’re willing to come stand in the store and read a little bit of it every day, the least I can do is make sure you get a chance to read it properly.”

The letters on her name tag finally swam into focus. “Thank you, Annabeth.”

She looked up when he said her name, holding his gaze. Her smile softened to something more intimate, and Percy felt a blush warm his cheek. 

She hesitated, and then said, “You’re welcome…”

“Percy,” he supplied.

“Percy,” she repeated. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll stop coming into the store, though.”

His shy smile turned into a full grin. “Oh, I’ll still be in every day.”

Annabeth ducked her head, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. When she looked up at Percy through her eyelashes, his heart flipped. “I look forward to it.”

A night to forget

Anonymous said:

Can you do one where the reader’s a cast member and she and the other go out for drinks after a show and the reader drunkingly (that’s not a word is it) confesses her feelings about Oak but in the morning she doesn’t remember any of it and Oak reminds her of her confessions.

 warnings: Sorry it took me forever to get something up! Working super hard on getting more up! Also, I haven’t double checked this so BAD WRITING ahead!! Super Fluff

Pairing : Oak X Reader 

Go out for one drink they said it’ll be fun they said. As you piercing head awaken you up from a deep slumber, you groan into your hands, wiping away eyeliner from the night before, The dizzy memories of last night dance around your head, your thirst for alcohol got the best of you, after being invited out by the rest of the cast, as the generally do once in a while, you started slamming back shots left, right, and centre. You remember tipsily looking at the people you love so dearly around the bar table, looking almost as tired and happy as you, and just glowing with their passion. Your life at the moment was pretty great, you love your job, the people there make it even more amazing. You have the coolest friend you can ask for. But something hung at the back of your mind, like a slow knock getting faster and louder every time you decide to ignore it. This feeling keeps creeping up now and again, you push it down, but I would push back up with even greater force. You barely keeps this down, as it hurt you the more you see him, he smiles could make your day just that little bit better, the way it made you feel is something you never felt before, the constant churning stomach, not knowing where you should put your hands. It’s like his smile, his laugh, his eyes are pulling at your heart strings individual, and you welcome it every time you talk, or you tell a joke or just connected eyes. He bewitching passion can be felt city’s away, for you at least, you could feel him near or far. Oak would smile as soon as he would see you, this would give you hope, a small glimmer into the world you knew was impossible. But that world was about to open up.

After slowly lifting your hand from your forehead, you find yourself in a familiar place. A kind caring smile almost floats it way around the door and into the bedroom, with a cup of tea in both hands, your aching body masks your confusion rising throughout your body. You now pulsing heart gives your brain a tug as you as you remember being twirled around laugh as you could barely breathe with Oak wide smile watching your every movie, this brings you to calm and small smirk creeps onto your face as oak moves ever closers. He sits down beside you, a warm glow emerging from every part of his body causing you to chuckle while he relaxes

“Feeling ok?”

“Kinda” You coughed clearing your throat. “How did I get here exactly? “

Oak gave a smile laugh and bobbed his head down while doing so.

“You were really out of it last night wasn’t you?”

You felt a warm hand gliding over your lower back, you leant into it without thinking, as if you have been doing this for years as if your body was demanding more contact. He leant over gave a small deep kiss to your neck. You snapped your head around to find a smirking oak. Yours now awaken sense were in overload, you could hear your throbbing heart in your throat, You tried to swallow your rampant butterflies.

“What was that for?”

“Because I think you’re beautiful when you wake up”

He alluring eyes were deceiving you, this wasn’t happening, your breathing got heavier and heavier the more he kept leaning in, the more his smirk turned into a wicked smile, the more you could feel his hot breath against your check.

“You like me?”

“Of course I like you, we made a whole deal out of it last night” He breathed through his words, and pepper your cheeks with kisses, this now new but strangely familiar contact make you jump, and fall giggles. This sudden joy made oak smile, then chuckle, then slowly turned both of you into balls of laughter, the laughter slowly turned down, but the joy in the air remain, and you couldn’t help but smile, big and wide like an old Cheshire cat.

“I can’t believe!”

“Believe what ?” Oak leant off the bed to pick up the cup slowly and hastily and props himself back onto the wall.

“You like me!”

“And you like me!”

“That still doesn’t tell me how I got here?”

“Well after you told me your feelings, we started dancing of cour- “

“- Wait what!” You almost choked on your tea, that now lay warmly in your hand.

“We started dancing” Confusion cover oak face like a dark fog, covering his every facial feature.

“No before that”

“You told me your feelings?”

“Yes, that! Wait, did I do that?”

Oak sharp intake of breath, after a sudden connection is made in his brain brings him to smile even wider, and to almost jump.

“You don’t remember!”

“what did I do?

“Oh my god!”

“Oak just tell me please!”

“Well- I was by the bar chatting to Daveed, he had a call or something, and you wander up to me, we started to talk like usual, you looked at me and just said “I like you” I said thanks, that I liked you too just thinking you were being friendly. You grabbed my skirt brought me down to you, and kissed me, I kissed you back and we both had way too many drinks to celebrate. You see I wanted to tell you for so long but I never thought of me like that so I didn’t want to ruin- “

You cut him off by kissing him deeply and savouring every bit of his sweet lips, you felt like you were in some frenzy of joy during this, your mind wandered making you believe you were on cloud nine. You part after a few joyous seconds, yet both of you refuses to let go both of your foreheads leaning on each other as if their life depend on it.

“You’re going to make a habit of that aren’t you”


#1 // Eric x reader

Warnings: NSFW content!! also guns/shooting (not at people)
 please only read if you’re comfortable with this 😌

“Hey Ashley, you’re in my seat.” A voice causes you to look up from where you’ve been absentmindedly doodling on the lunch table for the past 15 minutes.
“Bite me, Harris” the girl sat opposite you laughs, pouting as he drops a punch to her arm.

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What A Weird Relationship (1/5) - Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Stark

Originally posted by sam-kaulitz

Words: 2021
Pairing: eventually there’s Peter Parker x Reader but rn it’s mainly a brother figure Tony Stark x Reader (more Peter Parker x Reader in later parts :) )
Requested: nah man but you know I decided to write a mini series to celebrate 1,000 followers
Authors Note: (I tried to write five parts using gender neutral and it got really confusing in the later parts and i apologize but fem. pronouns worked much better than anything else..sorry) this part is kinda the introductory part to the series but I still found the Bro!Tony x Reader bonding was cute and I really like the story line so yay! Celebration! 1000 followers! Also, this series will be posted every other day at 9:30 PM EST until it ends on saturday (does that make sense? OH WELL)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six


“He’s on his way, I’m so sorry.” You told your teacher. “He said he had a very important meeting and he apologizes for being late…” You sighed. You hated having to be alone with a teacher, it was always so awkward.

“Oh, it’s completely fine. You are my last conference for today so it’s not that bad, I’m sure we won’t say too many bad things about you.” Your teacher winked at you, and you forced a little laugh out. “Just your father coming?”

“Uh, something like that.” You said, a bit quieter than before.

After making small talk with your teacher for at least five minutes, your legal guardian walked in.

“Hey, Tony.” You turned around to see Tony Stark walk in.

Tony pointed at you with a smile as he walked over to the table. “I hope you apologized for me!” He said with a laugh, before messing up your hair before sitting down.

“Multiple times.” You said back.

Your teacher looked back and forth between you and Tony. “It’s great to meet you.” She said, shaking Tony’s hand.

“You as well. So, what do we have to discuss about the trouble maker here?” Tony asked. “What’d she do know? Break another window? Punch someone? Oh, please don’t tell me she killed someone, we only do that on Tuesdays.”

Your teacher laughed, hoping he was joking. You, however, slapped Tony’s arm. “I’ve never even killed someone! Speak for yourself!” You yelled.

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Springtime Connection - Chapter 8

[A/N: I’m back! Hope you all didn’t miss me too much :).]

Mr. Dupain and Nathalie fell to their knees as Ladybug captured the akuma. All she wanted to do was to check up on her papa, but that might give her away and her miraculous were already blinking. She only had five minutes to get away. She spared a glance to her father. Relief washed over her when she saw the man stand with a confused look on his features. He was going to have a story to tell that night.

With a relieved smile, Ladybug walked over to Chat Noir.

“Pound it!” she said with her signature, triumphant smile.

Chat Noir was looking down, ears drooped and hands limp by his sides. It was all over. The akuma was caught and the adults were going to return to normal… even Gabriel Agreste. Chat knew that he shouldn’t be upset. He knew the endearing glances and awkward hangouts would end soon enough.

“Chaton?” Ladybug said with her smile long gone. She lowered her fist a bit as she approached her partner. He looked down, but she couldn’t figure out why. They had defeated the akuma and saved Nathalie. He should be happy, right?

Chat Noir looked up. He pasted on a smile, but it was a far cry from his usual confident grin. Ladybug would’ve sincerely been fine with one of his lame puns. She didn’t like his silence nor the brooding look in his unnaturally green eyes. Chat gave Ladybug’s hand a light bump. “Good job,” he murmured before using his staff to escape the scene.

Ladybug’s concern only grew as she helped Nathalie to her feet. The secretary gave Ladybug a confused look.  

“Ladybug?” Nathalie said confused as she looked around her surroundings before resting her blue eyes on the heroine.

“Don’t worry, Miss,” Ladybug said with a dampened smile. “Everything is fine.”

Nathalie’s lips straightened into a line as she realized what must have happened. “Thank you, Ladybug,” she said as she gathered her fixed clipboard from the concrete. With a slight bow, she calmly left the park. As soon as she was out of sight, Nathalie dashed through the Parisian streets towards the Agreste manor. She had no clue what had happened, but she needed to check on Adrien.

After Nathalie left, Ladybug helped Mr. Dupain from the ground. The baker looked on with wonder as the heroine gave him a reassuring smile before zipping off into the cityscape. He watched until the polka dotted Ladybug disappeared behind terraces and old architecture. He couldn’t help but dash back to the bakery where a very worried Mrs. Cheng was pacing around the living room. Mr. Dupain came to his wife’s side and told her about the battle’s end. Mrs. Cheng sighed with relief, but worry still furrowed her brow. Where the hell was her daughter?


Ladybug knew that she should rush back home and zip into her room before her parents could possibly notice. Her father probably went straight to her room when he got home. Dread filled her gut as she thought of the worry her parents must have gone through when they found her empty room. She was going to get scolded; she just knew it, but it was better than them figuring out who she really was.

She knew that she should head straight home, but Chat’s expressions worried her to no end. It was times like these that she wished that they had some way to communicate with each other outside of costume. Ladybug hoped that Chat hadn’t reached home when she pulled out her compact.


Worn brick stretched against Chat’s but as he slid down the alley’s dirty wall. He was heading home, but he didn’t want to deal with his father’s cold attitude again. He knew it was selfish, but he just wanted to see his father’s warm smile again. Seeing it only in old family photos wasn’t enough after seeing in real life. Somehow he just wanted to turn back the clock and take back his happy father who actually talked to him about things other than expectations and bad influences.

He put his head between his knees as the tears welled beneath his mask. Fuck, now he was crying? Chat almost scoffed at himself, but a sob escaped instead. He barely heard his staff ring past his boiling emotions. He pulled out his staff to find the paw print emblem blinking. Ladybug was calling. Chat was sincerely surprised. Wasn’t she running out of time?

He coughed and slapped his cheeks. He couldn’t let his lady see him cry, right? He wiped the tears away with the back of his glove. He was glad that the mask distorted the color of his eyes. It would be pretty hard for Ladybug to see the puffiness.

He clicked open his rod to access the video camera. “Well hello there, Bugaboo. Missing me already?” Chat said with the most energy he could possibly muster. It still wasn’t enough to achieve his full Chat confidence, but he hoped it was enough to quell Ladybug’s worries.

Ladybug’s earrings beeped as Chat answered her call; she was going to have to make this quick. When he answered, she was sort of glad that he had flirted with her. It was just as lame as usual, but at least there was a little bit of Chat peeking through whatever cloud was looming over his head. “Hey Chaton,” Ladybug said, “you sure you’re okay?”

Chat couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I am fine. No need to worry, my lady.”

Ladybug pursed her lips. She gave the black cat a harsh look. “Chat,” she said sternly, “you can talk to me about anything, you know that right?” Just not their real identities. Her miraculous beeped again. She had four minutes. Not wanting to disturb the call, she climbed down a nearby fire escape into an alleyway where she could retransform in peace.

Chat nodded along. “Yeah.” He sighed.

“Want to patrol tonight?”

Chat’s head whipped up. His lady was offering to actually see him. With the akuma defeated, there was no need for patrol that night. “Yes I would very much like that,” he said just as Ladybug’s miraculous beeped a third time. “You should go,” Chat said as he prepared to closed his staff.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around ten, then,” Ladybug said as she closed her compact and transformed back into her civilian form.

Tikki zipped into Marinette’s purse as Marinette hurried home with a head full of worries. She snuck into the back door, taking her parents out of their worried thoughts. Mrs. Cheng scooped Marinette into her arms as soon as the teen locked the door behind her.

Marinette could barely breathe within her mother’s hug and really couldn’t get a word in once her dad joined in on the affection.


A new wave of grief washed over Chat Noir as the Agreste Manor came into view. He swung into his bathroom and transformed back into regular Adrien Agreste with his distant father and hectic lifestyle and contracting manners. Adrien sighed as Plagg flew into the store of cheese in Adrien’s bed side table. It was only three o’clock, but Adrien couldn’t wait for the clock to ring ten. He would see Ladybug twice in a day; he would call that a great record. He collapsed onto his bed just as Nathalie threw open the door breathily heavily. Her usually perfect hair flew into her face as she tried to compose herself.

Adrien played dumb as he sat up. “Nathalie?” he said with concern tinging his words.

“Oh Adrien,” she said with a composed tone that was comical when paired with her disheveled dress shirt and crooked glasses. She straightened her glasses and posture. “I - I was merely checking on you. You can go back to what you were doing.” With that, Nathalie closed the door and headed for her desk where she put her head down for the rest of the afternoon.

Adrien restlessly wandered around his room for the coming hours. He jumped from activity to activity without much conviction to any one task.

Meanwhile, Gabriel Agreste attempted to get his bearings while pacing along his large study. He felt himself come out of the akuma’s spell not soon before. He remembered the sensation from his time with Simon Says, but he could never say that he got used to it. He looked around his office for any sign of his time under the akuma’s spell. An array of Adrien’s childhood photos covered his desk. The smiling faces of his wife and son brought a tear to his eyes as he thought about the lack of smiles coming from his family lately. He leaned over his desk and scooped the photos back into their drawer. He sighed as he thought about Adrien’s absent laugh. Gabriel sighed. He knew that his behavior lately wasn’t exactly fatherly, but he had no choice with everything that was going on. His wife was missing, and he was struggling to just hold down the fort.                 

Gabriel wandered down the hall and stopped before Adrien’s door. He really wanted to talk to him. He wanted to ask about the day and about his life, but he couldn’t. He even lifted his hand to knock, but couldn’t bring himself to actually enter the room. He sighed as he went back down the hall.

Nathalie typed away at the computer as Gabriel went up and down the hall to approach the door only to walk away only moments later. Nathalie almost felt hopeful every time Gabriel approached Adrien’s room, but she knew that the hope was misplaced. She didn’t remember what happened during her akumatization, but she felt that something happened with Gabriel. Sure, he was the reason for her anguish, but she was just glad that she somehow helped the man even try to talk to his son.


After Marinette’s parents gave her a light scolding, the young girl climbed into her room. Marinette just told her parents that she went for a walk and that the akuma fight blocked her path back home. She hated lying to her parents, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

She smiled as she thought back to her parents concern, but she really wished that they would stay away from the akuma. Her father could’ve gotten hurt; she was just glad that she was already there to purify the akuma. Marinette didn’t know what she would do if her papa got hurt.

Her parents closed up shop early as Marinette got through her homework in time for dinner. Mr. Dupain boasted about his afternoon with Ladybug. He failed to mention his falling under the akuma spell, which made Marinette giggle. Of course, he would keep out the embarrassing bits. The Dupain-Chengs engaged in mild conversation before cleaning the kitchen and engaging in a dynamic video game tournament. Even Mrs. Cheng jumped in on the fun, narrowly beating her husband while Marinette always managed to come out on top.

After round ten, Marinette retreated into her room to once again do homework. Except she was actually doing that until nine-thirty rolled around. Tikki zipped out and landed on top of Marinette’s textbooks.

“Aren’t you going to head out soon?” Tikki said as she took her seat. Marinette finished her math assignment before turning towards the kwami.

“Yeah,” Marinette said with a sigh as she packed her backpack.

“What’s wrong, Marinette? Are you that worried over Chat Noir?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Tikki. I am I guess,” she said, “He’s never acted this way before and he’s my partner so I guess I am a little bit worried.” Marinette shuffled things around in her backpack to make room for her tablet when she came upon some festival papers. That morning’s events flashed through her mind as the brightly colored paper fluttered to the floor. She stood, ramming her shin against her desk.

Tikki zipped from her seat to float in front of Marinette’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Shit, how could I forget!”

“Forget what?”

“Chat Noir is Adrien!”

Tikki stopped for a moment as she floated down to the desk. In all the excitement, both of them had forgotten about that little detail. Marinette’s mind raced with the new implications of Chat Noir’s somber mood. Something was wrong with Adrien, her friend and crush.

Tikki floated over to Marinette’s calves as the teen put her head in her hands. The kwami patted Marinette’s arm. Countless thoughts flooded Marinette’s head as placed Tikki on her shoulder before climbing up to her balcony.

“Come on, Tikki,” Marinette murmured, “Spots on.”

Soon after transforming, Ladybug pulled out her yo yo and leapt into the night. Worst case  scenarios flooded her thoughts as she headed to their usual meeting spot. Chat Noir was Adrien and Adrien was Chat Noir. Something was wrong with Chat Noir thus there was something going on with Adrien. That logic kept racing through her mind as she swung from building to building.


A rock dropped into Adrien’s gut as his computer’s clock read 9:30. It was only half an hour until he was supposed to meet with Ladybug. His heart raced as he thought about the unusual rendezvous. He looked forward to meeting Ladybug, but he knew that she would most likely try to comfort him. Adrien wasn’t sure that even Ladybug would be able to make him forget his father’s coldness. Had he really been so spoiled in just one day?

Plagg emerged from Adrien’s cheese store with a sleepy expression. “What’s with the long face?” he said, “Aren’t you excited to see your one and only love?”

Adrien scratched the back of his neck. “I am but…”

“Don’t worry, it’s not like she’s going to figure out your issues with father dearest.”

“Plagg! I really am not in the mood for your stupid jokes.”

Plagg backed off and flew over to the coffee table in front of the couch that Adrien was sitting on. “Ok, ok, I get it. Try and have some cheese. It’ll cheer you up.”

Adrien sighed. “No, thanks, Plagg,” he said with a small grin. Adrien stood and opened one of the window panels. The kwami was right. Adrien should cheer up. It wasn’t like things were going to actually change in one afternoon. “Come on, claws out.”

Plagg groaned as he was sucked into Adrien’s ring. Adrien gained a wave of confidence as he leapt out the window as Chat Noir. He was soon enough at the meeting place to await his lady. He was always at least ten minutes early and living near their rendezvous point only made that all the easier.

Chat Noir laid down on the flat roof top to survey the starless sky. He thought about everything and nothing at all as crisp spring breeze passed over him. His stomach somersaulted as the minutes passed by.

Ladybug landed atop the roof soon enough with her brain still trying to process 1001 scenarios at once. She secured her yo yo around her hip and walked over to Chat Noir with as much confidence as she could muster. She leaned over her partner with a small smile. “Well hello there, kitty,” she said.

Chat Noir returned the smile as Ladybug took a seat beside him with her legs crossed. “Well aren’t you being forward today. Are you possibly falling for me, Bugaboo?” Chat said as his eyes returned to the sky. He didn’t want to meet her eyes.

Ladybug’s heart stopped for a second. That was Adrien’s voice asking her that. She couldn’t just outright say that she’d been crushing on him for months. She had been. Sort of.

“Y-yeah right kitty,” she said, keeping her gaze over the Parisian cityscape. She couldn’t look him in the eyes. “Last time I checked, I don’t take in strays.” He wasn’t though. It almost hurt her to say that, but she couldn’t let him figure out anything. She threw in a chuckle at the end of her joke. Chat smile grew a bit. He was glad to know at least one person would stay the same.

“Aww, now don’t say that, my lady. We strays can be quite charming.”

Ladybug was glad that her mask covered her cheeks. Damn, he really was. “Sure, whatever you say, shall we go?”  

Chat got to his feet and stretched his back. “Why of course. Anything for you, bugaboo.” Ladybug almost wished for Chat Noir to stop flirting with her with Adrien’s voice. It was Adrien flirting with her, and she had been pushing him away for so long. “Where to?”

Ladybug bit her lip. “Let’s head for the Tower,” she said without facing him, “we can see the whole city from there.”

Chat’s brows furrowed as Ladybug took out her yo yo. Something was up. He could feel it next to the rock in his gut. Thoughts of his father wandered to the back of his mind while Chat theorized what could be troubling Ladybug. Had he said something? Was his somber mood that evident? He silently cursed himself. He really hoped he wasn’t the reason for Ladybug’s strange look in her eye. He couldn’t tell if his partner wanted to run away or not and that tore him apart.

Ladybug led the way to the tower. Chat quickly caught up to his partner, determined not to let his thoughts get the best of him.

The super duo landed lightly on the Eiffel Tower’s metal supports. Ladybug sat on the edge with her legs swinging in the air as she surveyed the sea of city lights and took in the sounds of car horns and rowdy night owls. A lump jumped into her throat as Chat Noir took a seat next to her.

“So what is this all about?” Chat said just loud enough to be heard over the wind passing the historic tower.

“W - What do you mean?”

“The sudden patrol. Believe me,” he while facing her, “I am not minding the extra alone time, but I have to admit that it’s a bit out of character.”

Ladybug sighed. Chat was sharp as ever. How did she even think that she could put something past him? He was a star pupil after all. “Oh right, I guess I wanted to chat with the cat.” Ladybug glanced over him with a small smile after her pathetic attempt at a pun. Jokes really were his department; she was better at the comebacks.

Chat couldn’t help but smile. He scooted a little closer to his love bug with his clawed gloves nearly brushing her hand. “Okay, now I know something is up. Come on Bugaboo, what’s up?” Chat kept his voice light and full of fun, but his heart hammered in his chest. Ladybug stayed quiet, and Chat’s heart just about stopped. She didn’t know how to ask questions. He didn’t know why she looked like she had the entire world on her slight shoulders. His brows knitted together. “Hey Ladybug, what’s wrong? Did I do something? If I did, you could tell me, I promise whatever you say won’t—“ He was cut off by Ladybug putting her finger to her lips.

She tried to formulate words in her head. She finally faced him with a determined gleam in her bright blue eyes. “You didn’t do anything,” she said, “I was … just worried.” She turned back the city soon after the words left her lips. She was so glad she had the mask.

“Worried?” She nodded. “About me?” Chat said with increasing urgency. Ladybug nodded again as her hands clenched against the cool metal. Chat’s jaw nearly dropped. He scooted a little closer to Ladybug and slung his arm around her shoulders. He nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck; Chat had to admit that he was being way too forward that night. “Sorry,” he said as tears welled behind his mask, “Can we just sit here for a bit?”

Ladybug’s internally screamed as she felt Chat’s breath against her shoulder. Her nervousness soon disappeared as she heard Chat’s minute sobs. “Of course, kitty,” she murmured as she rubbed circles into the back of his shoulder. The fact that it was Adrien crying on her shoulder no longer mattered to Ladybug; she just wanted to help her friend.

Okay so this is for @pansexualmahdidisi hoping it brightens their day at least a little bit. I know I’m not that good at this stuff but I love them so much their blog helped me a lot through some hellish times and I want to return an inch of the favour.

So this is for you. Hope it makes you smile. Sending loads and loads of love <3


This morning, Even wakes up early to make Isak breakfast. Well, it’s not like he doesn’t do that every other day – between the two of them, he’s the only one capable of cooking something edible without setting the whole flat on fire – or like he never cooks scrambled eggs with a tablespoon of sour cream. They probably eat too many of those, actually. But hey, let a boy dream.

So Even wakes up earlier than usual, trying not to make a noise. A pretty difficult task, if you asked Even, given that they live in the smolest apartment full of love and all of their belongings. The kitchen is tiny too, but since he’s the only one allowed in it after the I-gave-Sana-tea-made-with-warm-tap-water-I-am-sorry-okay incident, he makes it work. He puts the kettle (the first thing they bought the next day) on the flame, starts the coffee machine and takes some eggs from the fridge.

By the time the eggs are ready, the water is boiling (just like it should be) and a nice smell of coffee has spread all over the flat. Even can imagine Isak slowly waking up to the scent, his nose trying to find the source of it.

God, does Even love that grumpy kid.

There’s still a last thing to do, though. Even covers the eggs to keep them warm and flies down the stairs of their apartment building to the small garden growing at the end of the road. He picks the most beautiful dandelions for his beautiful boy, then rushes back home careful not to ruin them.

«Evi?» Isak says as the door closes, sleepy voice muffled by the pillow.

«I’m coming, baby. Breakfast’s ready.»

Even puts all the things he prepared on a tray, the flowers neatly set next to the plate, and goes to their bedroom (aka the rest of the flat).

Isak’s nose is squished against the blue pillow in the cutest way possible. Even’s fingers itch to draw him. Again and again and again and again, for the rest of eternity.

«Even, I wanna sleep.»

«I made your favourite.» One of Isak’s eye pries open like the cat he truly is, and meets Even’s smile. He looks at the wonderful eggs, smells the coffee, blushes at the flowers. He sits up.

They eat next to each other, the plate of (delicious) scrambled eggs between them. They drink their coffee and tea, then kiss. And kiss some more. Actually, they get a bit lost in their kisses and lips and scents and skin and I love yous screamed by their hands, always aching to touch more more more.

It’s a rush getting ready for school and by the time they’re at the door, they are already terribly late. Even stops Isak for a moment anyway, and fixes one of the dandelions behind his ear. He might not have a black eye anymore, but he’s still the most beautiful boy Even has ever laid eyes upon.

The man of his dreams.

Lacrosse Girl (Part 4)

Summary: The reader is a girl who wants to play lacrosse at Beacon Hills.  Since there is no girls’ team, the boys’ team is her only option. Coach has a couple of rules but let’s her try out anyway.

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: just over 1500

A/N: part 1, part 5

I sighed.  “Just tell me why Garrett tried to kill me.”  I turned and looked at the others. “Anyone.”

“You’re on a list,” the guy said.

“A list?”

“A list of supernatural creatures,” he explained.  He slowly walked over, looking me over.  I narrowed my eyes but stayed where I was.  “We don’t know what you are but you’re supernatural.”

“So this list.  You’re all on it too?”

“Not Peter,” Stiles said, nodding to the guy.

“But you’re a werewolf?”

He just flashed his eyes at me.

“And no one knows what I am?”

“I’m thinking a witch,” Deaton said.  “But I’ve never actually seen one.”

“A witch?  You think I’m a witch?”

“Possibly,” Stiles clarified.

I paused and licked my lips. I furrowed my eyebrows and thought. What do I even say to that?

“Why are they killing…us?”

“Money,” Stiles said with a shrug.

“Money?  They’re killing people for money?  Of course.  Who’s paying?”

“We don’t know yet,” Derek sighed.

“Okay,” I breathed. “So what do we do?”

“You’re taking this well,” Peter said.  He seemed suspicious of me.  I’ve decided that I hate him.

“On the way here, I was one hundred percent positive this was all a dream.  Now you tell me it’s not.  You’re telling me someone…no, people are trying to kill me.  No one is killing me, okay?  So, I will freak out about the…supernatural when I’m not freaking out about people trying to kill me.”

I turned back to Stiles. He seemed to at least kind of know what’s going on, more so than anyone else.

“What do we do?”

“We don’t know,” Stiles sighed.

I paused.  They don’t even know what to do.  People are trying to kill me…and them…but they don’t know what to do.

“How much am I worth?”



“20 million dollars,” Peter said with a smirk.

I just sat there, trying to breathe.  Who the hell would pay $20 million for me dead?

“How much are they worth?” I asked, nodding to Derek and Brett.

“Derek’s 15 and Brett’s 1,” Peter said.

“Why am I so much?”

“Probably because no one knows what you are.  You’re probably hard to kill.”

“Well they’re right about that,” I said with a look.

I was not going down easily.

I jumped off the table.

“Can you take me back to the school?” I asked, looking at Stiles.


“I’ll do research,” Deaton said with a nod.  “Come back soon and I’ll hopefully have answers.”

I nodded.

“Mind if I come?” Brett asked.

“Are you sure?” I asked, tilting my head to the side.  “You just almost died like fifteen minutes ago.”

“I don’t have the equipment to check him over,” Deaton said.  “So we’re gonna hope he’s okay.”

“Okay,” I breathed with a nod.  Wouldn’t they want to check him over?  He almost died.  It would make sense to at least do something.

“Let’s go,” Stiles said, nodding to the door.

I followed quietly.  I was still trying to process everything.

This really wasn’t a dream?

I pinched my wrist again.

“It’s all real,” Brett said, seeing that.

“Do you have like…some healing ability or something?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile.  He had a nice smile.  It made me relax a little bit.

“But not like me?”

“I’ve never seen anyone like you,” he said with a little laugh.


He opened the door and waited for me to get in first so that I could climb in the back.

“You’re not dying anymore,” I said, giving him a look.

“You’re smaller.”

“I saved your life.”

He didn’t have anything after that.  So, he climbed in the back and I got to sit in the front.

We drove in silence.

The three of us climbed out and we headed towards the locker rooms but when it was time to go our separate ways, I hesitated.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Stiles asked when he noticed I paused.

“Will you?” I whispered.

“Of course.”  He nodded and we walked over to the locker room.

I grabbed my stuff. Stiles looked away while I changed tops. I didn’t want Grandma to see the blood. She’d freak.

I packed up my stuff and then we went to the boys’ locker room.  Stiles got his stuff and we headed out to the parking lot.

We just stood in front of my car in silence.  Neither of us knew what to say.  What could we say?

I was some…supernatural being.  And people wanted to kill me.  I was worth $20 million.  Someone was going to try again and someone was going to succeed.

Unless I figured out these powers.

“Are you okay?”

That was a loaded question. I didn’t even know if I could answer that.

“I don’t know.  I think it’s all kind of hitting me now.” I looked up at him.  “20 million dollars.  They’re going to try again and someone might succeed.”

He swallowed and scratched the back of his neck.  He glanced back at his jeep and then looked back at me.

“Do you want me to drive you home?  I can pick you up for school tomorrow.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little.

“That’d be nice. Thanks.”

“Come on,” he said, nodding his head toward the jeep.  His hands were in his pockets and he walked with his head down.  But he snuck a glance at me.  I only saw it because I was already looking at him.

Was it fate that he would be the one to explain it all?  We’d grown closer over the last few weeks.  But I have a feeling we’ll be even closer.  And I am perfectly okay with that.

“M’lady,” he said with a smile as he held the door for me.

I couldn’t help but smile as I climbed in.  He shut the door and hurried around to the other side.

We drove in silence for a little while.

“I love this song,” I murmured with a smile.

Stiles glanced at me before turning it up.

“If I just lay here,” I sang softly.  I looked out the window so I wasn’t seeing Stiles’ reaction.  “If I just lay here.  Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

To be honest, I don’t know why I was singing.  Especially in front of my crush.  I mean, who does that?  Me. Singing used to always calm me down.

My dad used to sing to me…all the time.  I haven’t sung much since he died.  Actually, I don’t think I’ve sung at all since the night before they died.

My parents were killed in a car crash.  They were coming home from date night.  They were hit by a drunk driver.  All three of them died.  My dad hung on long enough to say goodbye to me but…that was it.

They were both gone.

I went to live with my grandma.  And that was that.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Stiles pulled over.  He turned in his seat and put a hand on my arm.

“They’re dead,” I whispered. I sniffled and wiped my nose with the back of my hand.  “And now I’ll be dead soon too.”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said. “And I’m not just saying that because that’s what people say.  My mom died eight years ago.  And it sucks and I still have my dad.  So, I really am sorry.”

“I just…I don’t wanna do this alone.  And I can’t tell my Grandma.  She’d freak and I don’t want to worry her.”

“You’re not alone,” he said earnestly.  “I’m here.” He paused before quickly saying, “And the others.  They’ll help you too.  For sure.”

I smiled a little.

For a minute, neither of us said anything.  We listened to the rest of the song in silence.

Then, without a word, Stiles started the jeep again and we drove back to my house.

“Thank you Stiles,” I said before climbing out.  I waved again before I closed the front door behind me.

“Y/N?” Grandma called. “Where were you?”

“Just out with some friends,” I said, leaning against the counter in the kitchen.  She was sitting at the table like usual, going through the newspaper for probably the third time today.

“Friends?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.  “Do these friends have names?”

I smiled and rolled my eyes. “Of course they have names but you wouldn’t know any of them.”

“But you’re being safe?”

“Of course.”

“Good.  Now get to bed.  You have school tomorrow.”  She paused and glanced out the window.  “Where’s your car?”

“I left it at school,” I said with a fake smile.  Luckily, she didn’t look at me so she didn’t notice it was fake.  “A friend’s gonna pick me up tomorrow morning.”

“This name I need,” she said, giving me a look.

“Stiles Stilinski,” I sighed.

“Stiles?” she asked with a huge smile.  “Chem cutie?”

“Yes Grandma.”  This smile wasn’t fake.

“Well, then you need your beauty sleep tonight.  Off you go.”

“Good night Grandma.”

“Good night baby,” she said with a smile.


Wild & Free: by @whoaeasytiger

“They lose their mother to a smoldering candle, and their father to an all-consuming grief. Sam and Dean grow up with their “uncle” Bobby, fixing cars and motorcycles in his salvage yard, and developing a passion for bikes along the way.So when Sam asks if Dean wants to go on a roadtrip, Dean doesn’t think about it twice. He says yes, packs a bag, fixes it to the back of his motorcycle, and they leave. 

Their bikes carry them across the States, from South Dakota to California, and along the road they meet ephemeral friends and create life-long memories. Their trip takes them away but brings them closer together, the pieces finally all coming together and closing the last gap between their names.”

(read it here)

You belong with me.

Could you do a quicksilver one where the reader had a really bad date and she goes the Peter to complain about it (he’s secretly in love with her) and he says that he wasn’t worth it and then he confess his feelings and fluff and stuff.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff / Quicksilver x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing (Just in case) | EXTREME FLUFFYNESS.

Word count: 1.5 k.

Jean introduced you to Peter when you arrived at Xavier’s, she walked you to the cafeteria and asked you to sit on her table, you were really comfortable around her because you had similar mutations, both were able to read other people’s minds; the table was already occupied by her friends, Scott, Kurt, Ororo, Jubilee and Peter, and you were a bit shy at first, but they were really kind and supportive and they became your friends a shortly after, but you shared a special bond with Peter.

You began to grow closer when he told Magneto he was his son, Erik didn’t take the news very well, he was still shocked by the death of his family back in Poland, when they started spending more time with each other, they realized they truly cared about each other, but Peter was hurt when his dad left Xavier’s, you were there for him the whole time, and he was there for you as well.

He was your best friend, the only person who could make you feel safe, his smile brightened you day like a rainbow in the middle of a storm  and you were willing to do anything to make him smile.

You knew you loved him, you loved every single detail about him, the way his eyes lit up everytime he spoke about his little sister Wanda, his sense of humor, his hugs, you loved skiping classes with him to go to the arcade, you didn’t care that he always won, but as far as you knew, he didn’t loved you back.

Of course you could sneak into his mind anytime, Jean and professor Xavier had taught you how to control your powers, but you respected Peter’s privacy, and you didn’t want to find out if he liked someone else.

That’s why you decided to go on a date, the other kids from Xavier’s were out of boundaries for you, Scott was with Jean and Kurt had a crush with another girl, Amanda, so you turned to someone you never liked.

Sam had been your neighbor back home for as long as you could remember, you weren’t close friends, when you went home for your brother’s birthday party, you met again, he was still living next door and was a senior in the local High School, he flirted with you the whole party and when he asked you out, you accepted, you had decided that was the only way to control your feelings for Peter before you screwed things up.

When you told Pete about the date, he didn’t care, in fact, he kind of ignored you for a couple days, but he sneaked you off campus anyway.

You realized things weren’t going as you had imagined them when Sam picked you and took you to a hamburger place in Manhattan, he started to brag about how much money his family had and how his father had moved influences so he could attend an Ivy League college.

Sam started to talk about his ex-girlfriends in a very disrespectful way and you started to feel uncomfortable.

When Scott broke up with Jean for a month, all he did was talk about how amazing she was, and how he hoped she’d find someone who could make her really happy, you sneaked into his mind and  learnt that he really felt that way, you wanted a guy who was respectful, not only with women, but with people in general, Sam had been extremely mean with the waiter.

You sneaked into Sam’s mind while bragged about how many football games he had won as a quarterback, and you began to feel sick as soon as you read his mind,  he saw women as objects, and he was a bully too, you had access to his memories and you were able to see scenes of him bullying kids at school, specially kids who lived more humble lives.

That’s when you decided you had to go back to School, to Peter, you didn’t care anymore about the friendzone, you just needed someone to hug, a shoulder to cry on.

Sam went to the bathroom and you walked outside the Dinner as fast as you could, you took the first cab you saw and cried in the backseat, you felt hurt, not because you had feelings for Sam, you were afraid you were never going to find someone who deserved your love, someone worth it.

As you approached the School gates after steping out of the cab, Peter appeared in front of you.

“Peter, were you spying on me?” You asked surprised, wiping away the tears.

“I wanted to make sure you arrived to your room safe.” His words cheered you up a little bit.

“Thank you Speedy, you’re the best.” You said softly, he smiled and wrapped his arms around you, making sure your neck was safe as he speed into the Manor, heading to his room.

He softly placed you on the couch as you struggled to catch your breath, it happened everytime but you’d get used to it eventually, or at least you hoped so.

“And, how was the date?” He asked as he sat next to you, you felt the color leave your skin, he noticed that and took your hand.

“It was awful Pete, he’s such a horrible person.” You shivered, tears were running down your cheeks as you told him about the horrible things you had seen in Sam’s mind.

“Y/N” He whispered, pulling you closer wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace “Don’t cry Y/NN, please, it breaks my heart seeing you like this, don’t worry, I’ll tell Scott, he’ll help me, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“No Pete, it’s not that…” You sobbed “I’m afraid, what if no one ever loves me? What if every single guy in the world is like him?”

“Y/N, first of all, you are the most beautiful human being that has ever walked this earth and you have the purest heart in the whole Universe, that jerk isn’t worth it, one day you’ll find someone who loves you as much as you do.”

“What if I love someone who doesn’t love me back?” You buried your face in Peter’s neck, still sobbing, you wanted to believe his words but you were sure you were never going to love someone as much as you loved him, but he seemed to be friendzoning you once again.

“Y/N,” he sighed, “I-I loved you”ou felt him placing a kiss on the top of your head, “I’ve always loved you, and I understand if you don’t love me back, you don’t have to, but I needed to tell you this, you are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me, you brighten my days like rainbows in the middle of a storm, you make me happier than Eurythmics or Pink Floyd.”

He laughed softly, you had stopped sobbing, your heart was beating so fast you were sure that if it could run, he’d outrun Peter in a race.

“You don’t have to love me back Y/N, just allow me to be a part of your life, I promise I’ll never let you down, I’ll be there whenever you need me, I’ll even be the best man at your wedding if you ever find the right guy, your kids can call me Uncle Pete and I’ll read to them before bed, I’ll help them with their homework, I’ll teach them how to play Pac Man, I’ll buy them pizza when you ground them and I’ll protect them with my life, we will go to the park, to the comic book store, we’ll have horrible family nights playing board games with Chinese takeout, I’ll cook breakfast for them everyday and if you want me to I’ll take them to school.” Peter was describing all you had imagined for your future, kids, horrible family nights, chinese takeout… “I’ll be the best uncle your kids could ever ask for Y/NN, just give me a chance, your kids will love me.”

“Our kids Peter.” You whispered to his ear, you could feel his heart beating against your chest. “Our kids, we’ll read them before bed, we’ll take them to the park, to the movies, I can teach them how to play guitar and you can teach them how to play bass, we’ll have horrible family nights with Chinese takeout and board games, but everything is going to be perfect because it’s going to be our fami…” You couldn’t finish the sentence because Peter had pressed his lips against yours, kissing you in the sweetest way possible.

“I love you Peter, and I will love you forever.” You smiled, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, you kissed his lips, his cheeks, his nose and his forehead, playing with his hair, while he whispered he loved you over and over again, but you were sure you were never going to get tired of those three words coming out of his mouth.