i actually did not mean that pun but it came out anyways

anonymous asked:

Why do people like Bakugou? I've not finished the series yet, but does he get a redemption arc or mellow out or something later on? Idk I'd like to know why the guy who told Deku to kill himself and bullied him and others has so much love.

y’know, the mangaka himself, horikoshi, once said in an interview he’s actually surprised at how much people ended up loving bakugou, because he was written to be such a horrible, unlikable person. and well, i mean, he is!! but imo, unlikable people can make for some of the most interesting characters in fiction.

first things first, bakugou is a very problematic individual, there’s simply no denying that. he’s loud, obnoxious, aggressive, extremely rude, and yes, he once even told deku to kill himself, which is a truly despicable thing to do. but something that’s very important to understand about all this is that he’s actually very rarely, if ever, praised or rewarded for this disgusting behaviour. his rude outbursts are, more often than not, played for laughs at his expense, his callous actions have cost him on numerous occasions (and it’s happening more as the story progresses), and almost nobody in the class likes him as a person. everybody thinks he’s horrible and unpleasant to be around, and his old friends from middle-school are even shown calling him out shortly after telling deku to kill himself, saying that he went overboard. (as well as deku remarking to himself that it was a very stupid and awful thing to say).

but in spite of all his terrible, negative traits, this boy is also really strong, and smart as hell. he’s got the 3rd highest grades in the whole class, meaning he’s serious about his school work, and he’s unshakably committed to his goal of becoming the strongest hero, and he’s got the strength, fighting skill, and drive to back it all up. he’s constantly trying his absolute best, and while his UA classmates all think he’s a complete asshole, they DO respect his strength, his keen intellect, his skill for tactics and battle, his passion for victory, and it actually inspires them to get them fired up, wanting to do the best that they can do as well, whether they like him as a person or not.

in answer to your question, i think one of the biggest factors playing into the fans love of his character is his backstory. he doesn’t have your typical tragic backstory that an angry, aggressive character of his archetype usually has. there’s no dark, traumatic past. no villains killed his family or anything like that. 

basically, bakugou is mentally ill.

katsuki bakugou was a gifted child who was told constantly from a young age that his quirk was amazing, that he was amazing, and he grew up believing it, believing he was better than others, and it warped him. he grew into a self obsessed, cruel, obnoxious child with a superiority complex, believing himself to be the best and that everyone else around him was just trash. his ego, so twistedly convinced of his own ability and superiority, he detested the idea of ever needing help from anybody, which fed strongly into his hatred and, yes, fear of deku, the only person in his life who ever treated him differently.

“you looked like you were asking for help”

and then he eventually enrolled at UA, and the little world he’d been living in finally came crashing down around him as he was sucker punched with the reality that this whole time he was really just a big fish in a small pond, and his superiority complex began to violently twist into an extreme inferiority complex. the rug had been pulled out from his feet and he was now surrounded by people who were just as capable as him, if not more so, and who, rather than worshipping him as the coolest kid with the coolest quirk, actually thought he was a kind of a douche.

not to mention deku, who he believed to be quirkless and the one person he hated the most, suddenly had a powerful quirk as well, and was now able to compete with and even surpass him in ways he never imagined. had deku been playing him for a fool this whole time??

all this clashed very harshly with everything he had come to believe in so strongly, and, understandably, caused him a lot of extreme confusion, anxiety, resentment, and most notably… Anger. his whole life has turned upside down and he has no idea how to handle it. so, being the person he is, the person his life up until this point had nurtured him into becoming, his natural instinct is now to blindly act out very… (excuse the pun)… Explosively.

he figuratively (and sometimes literally) blasts away anything and everything that doesnt agree with his perceived image of how things should be. he’s spent his whole life believing he was the best so FUCK IT, now he’s GOING TO BE THE GOD DAMN BEST!! his classmates dont like him/make fun of him/think he’s a dickhead?? WHATEVER, SHUT UP YOU DAMN NERDS!! I DONT WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU ANYWAY!! deku, the useless, annoying kid from his childhood is now standing in the way of his goal of being number one?? DEKU YOU DAMN NERD, I WILL DESTROY YOU!!

but… what has this aggressive and anti-social attitude actually achieved for him so far?? honestly, very little… in fact, this behaviour has been doing him a lot more harm than good in the long run, not just professionally, but for his own safety, and his mental health too. (i’d absolutely go into a lot more detail here but you mentioned you’re not up to date so i don’t want to spoil too much)

some people might say this all just sounds like an spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum, and i guess on some level, that’s probably true. but in my opinion, the bottom line is it’s not his fault. taking something all might says about him in chapter 121 and expanding on it slightly, i believe bakugou ultimately ended up the way he did through the failure of his upbringing. the failure of the adults in his life. if he hadnt been told so continuously from a young age that he was amazing, and then left unchecked for so long, if maybe people were more firm with him about his behaviour from a young age, perhaps he may not have grown into such an angry, messed up person.

but in spite of all of this, as i mentioned earlier, this boy ain’t dumb. he’s smart as hell. it’s taking him a long time to realise it, blinded as he is by all his confusing emotions, and it’s taking him a long time to work through his issues and do anything about it, but he is changing. slowly. slowly, but believably.

bakugou, in my personal opinion, is one of the most interestingly written characters in the series, and it’s been very fascinating and rewarding to watch his gradual development over the course of the story so far. he certainly hasnt done a 180 or anything, he’s still a very loud and very angry boy, but he’s slowly beginning to change in a number of subtle, nuanced ways. bakugou now is remarkably different than bakugou as you see him in chapter 1.

one last thing to consider, is how relatively early we are in the story compared to the grand scheme of things. i believe i heard somewhere that horikoshi once said a while back that the story was roughly 20% done, which lead people to project the manga would run for approximately 500+ chapters, at least, and we’re only at 146 now at the time of this writing. 

bakugou is the 2nd most important character in the story after deku, the protagonist. so much of their development is built around each other, and it wouldnt make sense, narratively or realistically, for a character like bakugou, the way he is and his overall importance to both the story and dekus own development, to change too much in too short amount of time. a character arc like bakugou’s is one that will be played out slowly, but surely, and most importantly, satisfyingly. he will change. little by little. he is changing. he has changed already, and he will continue to change.

sorry this got really long, i just really like bakugou. i understand where some people are coming from when they say they don’t like him. that’s completely fair, liking a character is completely subjective, especially a character as prickly as bakugou is. but i just hope those people know he’s more than what he seems.

anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you do one where you & H are dating & the song Carolina kind of rubs you the wrong way & he knows it, but one day unintentionally rubs the meaning of the song in your face.. maybe he's talking to a friend or something.... and just angst then fluff basically thanksss :)))

When Harry first made you listen to the album demo, you were excited and proud. You had been dating for 7 months when you listened to it. You couldn’t pick a favorite from the album but you knew one song that made you feel a bit uneasy; Carolina.

Sure, you and Harry were dating and very much in love but the idea of your boyfriend singing about another girl just didn’t make you the happiest.
You remember squirming when you heard the “How would I tell her that she’s all I think about? Well, I guess she just found out.”

Harry was quick to assure you that he had written this song long before he met you and saying that “You’re the only person I think of. Especially when I’m alone and unholy.” He had joked — you think.

Even when people started bombarding you with questions about how uncomfortable you were, listening to him talk about another girl like that, you brushed them off, saying “it’s his music. we’re very much happy.” while ignoring the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

But when you’re in his concert to support him and he starts performing the song, you just sway to it. That, until someone in the crowd points out that Harry’s only Carolina muse is in the concert, the light shining on her for Harry’s eyes to catch.
You look at Harry as he looks at her, can’t help but feel insecure as you turn to look at her; long hair, tanned skin, full lips. She was beautiful.

She only waves shyly, looking a bit uncomfortable at all the attention. You take a breath before you start walking towards his dressing room, Lou looking at you with sympathy for a moment. She was going to go after you but decided against it, thinking that maybe you just needed a few moments alone.

You had missed the rest of his concert, only hearing his faded voice accompanied by the music as you lied on the sofa, mindlessly scrolling through your phone.
It was when you heard him thank the fans and shout a “goodnight” that you sat up, wiping your cheeks for any tear stains and patting your hair back to its place.

Harry entered the room, panting while taking out his ear piece. “Are you okay? Lou said you rushed here and didn’t come out. Are you sick?” Harry asked gently, coming to sit beside you.

You shook your head, faking a small smile for him. “No, no. I’m fine. Just felt a little bit of a headache coming. I guess it’s because of my messed up sleeping schedule.”

Harry nodded, leaning it to peck your lips. “Is it okay if I invite just a very few people for beer at our place? Or are you really sick?”

“No, it’s fine.” You assured.

Once you reached the house, Harry, Jeff, Glenne, Mitch, Sarah and Adam following behind you.
“I’m just going to change to my pajamas and wash my face. Harry, there are snacks in the pantry.” You told him.

He nodded, wrapping his arm around your waist, pecking your lips. “Don’t be gone for too long.” You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded.

Harry plopped on the couch, opening a can of beer that Mitch got from the kitchen. “Tonight’s show was nuts. I can get used to this.” Sarah said before sipping her beer.

“Wait, wait, can we all talk about Townes making an appearance?” Mitch laughed.

“I couldn’t believe my eyes!” Glenne laughed.

“She’s gorgeous, though. Good job, Harry.” Mitch joked. It was the time that you got out of the bedroom, now standing at the top of the stairs, listening.

Harry laughed. “Well the song is a hit for a reason, huh?”

You frowned. “Can’t blame you. Even I can’t stop thinking about her.” Mitch laughed.

“Hey, his girlfriend is literally just upstairs.” Sarah chuckled.

“When I saw her two years ago, Townes I mean, I was in a total awe.” You heard Harry say.

And how can you not feel insecure?

Debating whether or not you should make an appearance, you debated against it; going back to the room and under the covers, snuggling yourself.
You hated the song, you knew that now.

After an hour had passed, you were still awake in bed, the conversation Harry had just had still in your head. That until you heard the padding of footsteps before a gentle knock on the door was heard. You only curled yourself more, seeing Harry pop his head inside from your peripheral vision. “Hey, pet, you okay?” He asked quietly, getting inside and closing the door gently behind him before approaching you.

You nodded, raising the cover up to cover your nose as you snuggled up more to it. Harry kneeled down, looking at you with concern. “Have you been crying?”

“No,” You squeaked out before sniffling. “I just have a headache.”

Harry stayed silent for a moment before he shook his head, “I might have believed that back at the show but I don’t believe it now. So tell me, what is it?” He put his hand on your arm, trailing his fingers delicately on your skin.

“It’s nothing. Go back to them.” You said, closing your eyes. “I’m going to sleep anyway.”

“Nope,” Harry began, making you open your eyes. “You’re not sleeping while you’re upset and until you tell me what made you feel that way because I have a feeling I’m one of the reasons why.”

You bit your lip, looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, urging you to tell him. “Townes.” You mumbled.

“What? I couldn’t catch that.”

“I said Townes, Harry. Dammit.” You groaned before sitting up, resting your back against the headboard.

Harry stood up before sitting beside you, putting his hand on your leg. “What about her? Is it because she came? I had no idea she was coming, baby.”

“I heard you, Harry. I heard Mitch. Maybe,” You began, taking a breath in, “Maybe you can be with her. If you do that, guess the song will be more of a hit, wouldn’t it?”

“Hey, hey, where is that coming from?” Harry frowned, moving to sit beside you, putting his arm around you. “Mitch just had a bit too much to drink, you know he loves you and he loves us together,” When you stayed silent, giving no reply, Harry continued. “And you know I love you. Fuck, Y/N, I wouldn’t have released the song if I knew how upset it got you. I promise.”

You, again, didn’t say anything and instead looked down at your lap, playing with your fingers.

“I don’t care about Townes, I don’t care about how much of a hit the song is. I put you first. I’m giving you my all. Like tonight, now that I really think of it, I could’ve stayed back there and at least greeted her. But I was so worried about you when I couldn’t find you back there. Different scenarios ran through my head and I didn’t care about anything else but finding you and making sure you were okay. Please don’t question my love for you.” Harry frowned, pulling you close to his chest and you allowed him, too.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. “I love you, too.”

“You’re my girlfriend, yeah? Nobody could change that. No Townes, no cities,”

You groaned, shoving him off. “Harry Styles, did you just make a pun about her name?”

Harry giggled before pinning you to the bed, hovering over you. “You got yourself with a very funny bloke.”

“Lucky me.” You said in a sarcastic tone before laughing when Harry reacted by nuzzling his head in your neck, shaking his head to tickle you, “Stop,”

“You love me.” Harry said with a grin before leaning down to peck your lips.




Fact about me- I actually ship Harry and Townes.

anonymous asked:

RFA+Saeran go prom shopping with their daughter

Aww, this is cute! Here you go~


  • His daughter really didn’t want him to come
  • But he insisted
  • He spent the whole time on the way there lecturing her about how men are beasts
  • You distracted Zen while your daughter picked out what she wanted
  • Your daughter is in the dressing room by the time he finishes choosing a few dresses
  • The dress she’s wearing when you get there is a long flowy dress
  • Zen disapproves immediately
  • “But, Dad, it’s a nice event! I barely get to wear something like this.”
  • “You can look nice and wear long sleeves.”
  • He makes her try all the dresses he picked…which are overly conservative
  • Meanwhile, you find some other dresses that your daughter might actually like
  • There’s one that’s a decent length and with good coverage, but bare shoulders
  • Zen is upset until you remind him how similar it is to the one you wore to the first RFA party
  • He compromises and tries to make his daughter wear a grandma cardigan
  • She has to leave the house with it on, but you feel bad
  • “Remember, if it gets too warm in the room, you can always take it off,” you add with a wink
  • She’s so grateful to you


  • He’d been so busy at work, you two had barely seen him
  • When your daughter asks him to tag along for prom shopping, he’s so touched
  • He tries to pick out a few dresses though he has no idea what’s fashionable at the moment
  • You both subtly turn them down and tell him to wait outside the dressing room
  • He is so excited for every dress his daughter tries on
  • Claps every time she exits the room with a new dress
  • Swears every dress is the one
  • Just thinks she looks good in everything
  • “Yes! This is the one! This is it! Beautiful!”
  • “Dad…I haven’t changed into a new dress yet.”
  • “Oh…So this is definitely the one.”
  • He points out something good on all of the dresses
  • Poor guy gets tired after two hours
  • He excuses himself and when he gets back he has food for all of you
  • Once he’s energized, he’s ready for more cheering


  • Flustered when her daughter asks for help
  • Jaehee never went to prom herself, so she’s a bit nervous
  • When she sees all the dresses, she switches to office mode
  • She’s been to enough fancy office parties while working under Jumin
  • She has an entire selection ready for her daughter
  • It also helped that she knew her daughter’s exact taste
  • She does dressing room runs so her daughter doesn’t have to leave the room
  • She’s very blunt in her opinions though
  • “That really doesn’t flatter your shape, hon.” 
  • Categorizes the dresses into a rejected pile, maybe pile, and on the higher probability side
  • Still, her daughter didn’t seem happy with anything
  • Finally, her daughter shows her a picture online of a dress she hoped to find
  • Jaehee dismissed herself and came back a few minutes later
  • It wasn’t the exact dress, but it fit her perfectly


  • His daughter originally didn’t want to say anything
  • She felt bad knowing her father would put down everything for the perfect dress for her
  • Instead, she insists she just go shopping normally to find one, but she doesn’t protest to Jumin and you coming along
  • Unfortunately, nothing quite felt right
  • There were pieces of each dress she liked, but others that made her look odd
  • You noticed Jumin taking notes on his phone for something, but didn’t know what
  • Jumin had noted everything his daughter seemed to like
  • He gave the notes and the exact measurement to a designer
  • They put them all together to make a long, elegant, flowy dress
  • Nothing too flashy and perfectly elegant
  • He gifts it to her and she absolutely loves it
  • As one last gift, he gives her a simple necklace with her initials on the night of the prom
  • He was so happy to send her off when there was a knock at the door
  • “Who is your date anyway?”
  • He opens the door to find Zen’s son standing there with a corsage
  • Jumin shuts the door
  • You have to intervene


  • She agreed to let him come if he didn’t pick out any dresses
  • He tended to pick out really….really bright colors
  • He agreed and sat patiently by the dressing room as you two found some dresses
  • He gets bored waiting, so he writes numbers 1-10 on pieces of papers
  • When you start trying them on, he lifts certain ratings for each
  • He’s pretty chill about most of the dresses
  • But then she walks out with a dress that has a slit on the side, exposing part of her leg
  • “Unless you’re planning on wearing jeans under that dress, I think the Feliz Navi-NOT.”
  • He makes enough puns in Korean, does he need to use all 17 languages?
  • You knew she found the right dress when he starts to get emotional at how much his baby has grown up
  • He’s not that worried about the date
  • Because unbeknownst to his daughter, he did a full background check on him
  • Also because he’s escorting them
  • He does have a selection of cool cars…who needs a limo?


  • He thought it was more of a mother-daughter thing to do
  • So he was kind of hesitant to come along
  • He actually has a really good taste in dresses
  • He picks out several that are simple yet elegant
  • He’s very detailed when it comes to observing each dress
  • There was one where she thought it was the one and he found the smallest stain
  • He has a hard time reigning in his facial expressions with others though
  • The people next to you guys picked up a really ugly dress
  • He gave them a really odd look and keeps glancing back at them before they awkwardly put it down
  • Saeran please stop
  • When she comes out in this one dress, he collects his things and starts leaving
  • When you ask where he’s going, he looks at his daughter and says, “That’s the one. I’ll go start the car.”
  • He really doesn’t have to have a word with her date
  • Since he’s already scared
  • Saeran didn’t mean it…he just has a really scary resting face 

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Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go)

Summary: In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out? Based on this prompt from Phanfic.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Extra tags: Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff

Warnings: none

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A/N: As an elementary education major currently in my second year of college, I immediately knew this prompt was absolutely perfect for me and there was no way I couldn’t write this. I mean, come on, wouldn’t they just make the perfect teachers? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

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Just One Video

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: some curse words; Steve Rogers wouldn’t approve. Also, some cringey puns 

A/N: Honestly, I just randomly thought about this and couldn’t wait to write this down; it seemed like such a good idea in my head, so, I hope I did it justice!

word count: 2.6k 

tagged: @whormotional

I looked up at the clock for probably the millionth time in this class and internally groaned. It’s only been 12 minutes, are you kidding me? This was my last class of the day, and I needed to get to the train station as soon as possible -meaning, once that bell rings, my ass is out of here. 

Tickets to go see my favorite band were going on sale today after school. Since it’s the presale, all the best seats would be gone if I don’t get online fast and reserve some. If there’s anything I know about the 5SOS fam, it’s that we are all practically going all “Hunger Games” to get pit seats. (A/N: I love 5sos, but if you don’t, feel free to imagine your favorite band/singer)

If I run to the station, I can catch the 4 o’ clock train, be home by 4:30, and have my dad’s credit card by 5 when the sale starts.

I shook my leg, anxiously waiting at my desk for the bell to ring. About 5 minutes before it rang, I packed up my stuff and gripped the edge of my desk. 

C’mon,” I muttered to myself. “Just a couple more minutes.”

I knew that being aware of the time would only make it feel like it’s moving slower, but it’s time, and time cannot possibly slow down, or speed up, and man can they free me from this prison already? This is agony.

Glaring at the clock, I took my phone out instead. With everyone else already packing up, the teacher didn’t seem to care if we used them anyway. I saw that we had about three minutes left and I could see the small hand on my clock icon moving. I watched it until it finally hit 3:45pm. I looked up to the speaker where the bell rings, legs ready to jump out. I scoot my butt closer to the edge of my seat and waited for the signal to run. 

Slightly startling me, I heard the bell ring, jumped out of my seat, and booked it for the door. I vaguely heard the teacher tell us to do the reading and to have a good weekend. 

I will once I get those tickets, I thought. 

I glanced down at my phone and saw that it was still 3:45.

I’m making good time. I could get to the station in less than ten minutes at this rate. 

I kept up my fast pace as I shoved passed people crowding the halls, occasionally looking at my phone. Ever hear the phrase, “Don’t text and drive”? Well, it can easily be changed to “Don’t text and walk.” 

Like the idiot I am, I chose this very moment to check the time. The very same moment when the person in front of me suddenly decided to stop walking in the middle of the hall. I crashed right into their back, causing them to stumble forward. Both our phones skidded out of our hands and onto the floor.

I winced and shut my eyes in pain, “Fu-,”

“Oh shit, Y/N, are you okay?,” they asked, surprised, quickly bending down to pick up our stuff.

I looked up from rubbing my forehead where I smacked it to see Peter Parker offering me my phone. I blushed and slowly took it without breaking eye contact. I was looking into his eyes and saw his concerned expression.“Hey Peter, sorry I crashed into you; I’m in a hurry. I didn’t think someone would randomly stop in the middle of the hallway,” I chuckled nervously to make light of the situation. 

Peter’s eyes widened and he said sheepishly, “Oh, sorry about that. I was texting and I can’t really type and walk at the same time. I mean, I can, but I’m not really good at it. Sorry, again.”

In that moment, I forgot why I was in such a hurry. I was admiring at how nice his hair looked today when something else caught my attention beside him. I looked at the clock above the lockers and saw that it was almost 4 o’ clock. “It’s cool, I’m sorry, I gotta go! Bye!” I exclaimed, running down the hall. “Excuse me, sorry, excuse me,” I muttered as I made my way to the exit. I shoved my phone into my pocket and focused solely on getting to the train station. 

When I finally got there, out of breath mind you, I ran to the nearest turnstile and hastily swiped my card. After my card went through, I ran across the platform to find  “Train E.” When I read the signs, I saw that the train was barely about to leave. People were filing in and I used the last remaining strength I had to run passed the doors. Stumbling in, an old lady gave me a look of bewilderment. I looked at her and said out of breath, “Training for a marathon.” Pun intended.

She gave me a “whose kid is this and why are they talking to me” look and simply turned to look at something else.

I sighed in relief at the fact that I had made it on time, and focused on slowing my breathing. After feeling like I could breathe properly again, I took my phone out to see what time it was now.

What the hell? 

My eyes widened and my heart dropped. This wasn’t my phone. I looked at the lock screen in horror and realized two things: 

1. This must be Peter’s phone. 

2. It’s too late to go back and exchange it.

Nope. I am NOT turning back now. That’s not an option. I did not just run, willingly, half a mile to just go back and miss the sale. I’ll just call him and see if we can meet up later.

I tried my luck and swiped to unlock the phone.

No passcode? Seriously Parker?

To get it over with, I quickly dialed my number and waited for Peter to pick up. Phone calls always made me nervous, so I was slightly relieved when he didn’t pick up right away. Maybe I can just send him a text; he’s probably busy anyway. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to answer, he picked up.

“We swapped phones didn’t we?” I heard him sigh on the other side. 

“What gave it away?” I breathlessly laughed,

I’m talking to Peter on the phone. Oh my god, I thought as my heart rate increased.

I’ve had the biggest crush on Peter Parker ever since I saw him in my class freshman year. I’ve never had the guts to go up and talk to him, so I just admired him from afar. I mean, who just talks to their crush? Today’s encounter was probably the longest conversation I’ve had with him, and now, I’m talking to him on the phone!

“Well, last I recall, my Uncle Ben wasn’t a golden retriever,” he chuckled. “It’s a cute dog though.” 

Oh. So that’s who was on the lock screen…

I felt a wave of sadness for Peter go through me before clearing my throat, “Thanks. His name’s Buddy.”

“Like Air Bud?” he questioned, amusement lacing his voice.

I rolled my eyes at the comment I always get. “I was like 5 when I named him, okay? Don’t disrespect Air Bud like that,” I joked. It was easy to be myself around Peter when on the phone. I had the advantage of not getting distracted by his..face. His cute face.

He laughed and said, “No disrespect intended. That movie is a solid three stars.”

Three stars?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, I just don’t believe the whole ‘dog wins basketball championship for our school’ thing. I mean, how bad was their sports team, right?” he chuckled.

I grinned, “If you’re gunna see it like that, then I think three stars is a little generous.”

“Damn, you’re right. I should’ve said two, but since I want to spare your feelings, let’s say three,” he replied.

“That’s fair,” I confirmed.

His sense of humor is just as good as his looks, damn him.

The train was starting to slow down, and I remembered that I had to start running again. 


Hey, I have to go,” I said, “my phone has a passcode, so I’ll call you back okay?”

“Um, yeah, no problem. How long, exactly?” he asked, sounding concerned.

“Um, maybe in an hour or so? Is that okay? We can talk about meeting up,” I said, looking around at the other passengers to see if we were arriving soon.

“Yeah, that’s okay. My phone doesn’t have a, uh, passcode though so..” he said awkwardly.

“I won’t look at your nudes, Parker,” I dead-panned.

I heard him stumbling on the other end, then him clearing his throat. “No, I don’t- I don’t take nudes, I swear I-” 

I smiled at his stuttering and cut him off to prevent further embarrassment, “Well, I’ll never know for sure, cause I won’t go through your stuff, okay?”

“Okay,” he sighed in relief.

“You sound a little too relieved, Peter. Are you actually hiding something?” I asked, laughing lightly.

It’s too fun to get him all stutter-y.

No! I’m not, hiding, anything. I just, like to, keep some things, um, private -you know,” he mumbled the last part.

“I’m just kidding, I don’t really care,” I smiled. “I like to keep some things private too. But if it makes you feel better, my passcode is 2002. I know, original. I won’t snoop if you don’t.”

“Yup, no snooping here. The only snoop I know of is Snoop Dogg,” he confirmed. 

I laughed, but then heard the intercom mumble something about arriving to our stop. “Okay, I have to go for real now, bye Peter.”

“Bye,” he said. 

I hung up and put the phone in my pocket. I sighed to myself at the thought of running again, but I still couldn’t help a smile. Not at the thought of running, but because of Peter.

Peter. I just talked to my crush! And we joked around, and I didn’t make a fool of myself! That’s the most progress I’ve ever made to befriending Peter. 

The screech of the train pulled me out of my train of thoughts, pun intended -once again. Mentally laughing at my own joke, I started heading for the doors, waiting for them to open.

Here we go, I thought.

“Dad! Hurry, hurry!” I screeched.

I made it home with 5 minutes to spare and rushed my dad to grab his wallet.

“Calm down!” he yelled back. “I have it here. You know how to enter card information right?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed, “Yes, Dad.”

I didn’t mean to get all bratty; time sensitive situations pressure me and I start to yell at everyone. Poor Buddy was excited when I came home, but I lightly pushed him aside so I could get to the computer. I didn’t even bat an eye at my little brother.

Dad leaned over my shoulder, watching me type the numbers in. My heart was beating way too fast, but I was over the moon. I scored two tickets, and although I couldn’t afford VIP tickets, I got really close seats. 

I confirmed my order and let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks Dad!” I exclaimed, hugging him. 

My dad hugged me back and said, “Yeah, well, you did pay for some of it.”

I didn’t work half of my summer for nothing, I thought. 

“Does Michael really have to come with me though? I only saved up for my ticket,” I muttered, pulling away.

My dad ruffled my hair and said, “Yes. I’m not letting you go to a concert all by yourself.”

“Then why don’t you come with me? Or Mom? Spend some quality time with your only daughter?” I pleaded.

He scoffed and said, “ Your mother works that day and I’m not spending 3 hours with a bunch of screaming girls and trashy music.”

“Hey!” I defended. “It’s not trashy,” I mumbled.

“It is!” Michael called from the living room.

I glared at the little culprit and said, “Well, you’re stuck coming with me, so!”

Michael ignored me and kept watching TV.


As nice as this was, I’m going to go to my room now, I have some readings to get done,” I excused myself.

I sat cross-legged on my bed, staring at Peter’s phone. 

No snooping, I mentally scolded.

I bit my lip, and dialed my number, putting it up to my ear to hear. He picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hello?” he asked, sounding out of breath.

I heard a siren in the background and some yells in the background. I furrowed my eyebrows and said, “Is this a bad time?”

There was some rustling on the other end, and a grunt. Then, it went silent for a couple more seconds before I finally heard, “Um no, not a bad time at all. Why? Wha- what’s up?”

“I can call you back later if you’re busy…” I trailed off.

“No, no need for that -I have everything under control,” he chuckled nervously. There was another shout in the background until I heard what sounded like some crash and yet another grunt. I faintly heard Peter say something to someone and then he came back on the phone to say, “Actually, I’ll call you back.” Then he abruptly hung up.

“Okay,” I said out loud, looking down at the phone. 

That was weird.  

I went back to the home screen and saw that it was getting late. I decided that I should take a shower before trying to call Peter back. I could use it after all that running.

I dried my hair with a towel as I walked back to my room. My door was partially opened, and I knew that I closed it before I went to the bathroom.

Michael, I thought, narrowing my eyes.

And there he was, on my bed using… Peter’s phone!

My eyes widened, “Hey! That’s not yours!”

I roughly grabbed the phone from Mikey’s hands and glared at him.

“It’s not yours either!” he accused. 

“This is my friend’s phone you brat,” I said, slightly angry.

“Well, your friend has lame apps,” he muttered, starting to get off my bed.

“Are we not going to discuss the fact that you invaded my privacy?” I said, exasperated.

“Nope!” he exclaimed, slamming my door.

I’m gunna kill him, I thought bitterly. Twelve-year-olds go missing all the time; maybe Mom and Dad won’t notice. 

Sighing, I looked down at Peter’s phone and saw that I accidentally opened up his gallery when I pried it out of Michael’s hands. Just as I was about to close out of it, I saw a thumbnail that caught my attention. Ignoring my conscious, I tapped it. 

There was a black screen with some writing that said “a film by Peter Parker”. I chuckled at the thought of Peter making a movie and kept watching. It couldn’t hurt to watch just one video, right? I heard Peter use a gruff voice and laughed.

This is so cute.

He was in a car with another man driving, going somewhere. The man said “you know you can’t show it to anyone” and Peter replied, “Yeah I know”. I paused the video there and thought about what I was doing. 

Is this part of the film? They’re acting, right? 

I swallowed the guilt and hit play again anyway. Peter was talking to this guy, Happy, and for the most part this seemed really innocent and funny. Then, it got confusing. He mentioned Captain America, and got to a hotel room. 

Okay? What’s going on here…

That’s when my heart fell.

I paused the video and was no longer looking at Peter. It wasn’t the nerdy, science-loving, dorky Peter Parker that I knew. No, on the screen, I was looking at Spider-Man. The Spider-Man. 

What. The. Fuck

Part 2

you’re really my dearest friend (1/1)

platonic ladynoir hurt/comfort written for a really lovely commissioner who wishes to remain anonymous — thank you so much for commissioning me!! ♥♥♥

summary: Sometimes, the process of getting out is much more difficult than it really should be — but sometimes friends can help, if you let them.

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Ladybug noticed something was up about ten minutes into patrol.

Chat was quiet.

It wasn’t exactly as strange as one might think — for all of his dramatic mannerisms and cavalier confidence, Chat wasn’t actually all that loud — but this level of shortness and silence was… unsettling.

She spent another ten minutes staring at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to figure out what it was about him that was raising those alarm bells in her head (the cold economy of his movements? The tightness around his mouth? The way he spent more time staring into space then at anything in particular?) before deciding to stop them on the next rooftop.

Another worrying note: Chat didn’t notice her signalling a halt. Sure, it happened sometimes, but he was usually on the ball about things like that, and in addition to everything else…

She caught his shoulder before he could make the next leap.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

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Oblivious to the Obvious [Poe Dameron x Reader]

Summary: Poe has had a crush on the reader for ages, and asks Finn for his advice, which leads him to make several very sudden decisions.

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: Moderate to Severe Accidental Injury

It wasn’t like Poe was looking for excuses to get to maintenance. (Well, once, he had sped up the disrepair of his com link just a little bit.) Otherwise, all eight visits to the maintenance wing over the past month were for completely legitimate reasons. It was as if his X-wing somehow knew that there was a wonderful girl at the reception desk and kept falling apart just so he could see her. This time, it was the navigation system that had decided to give out. System in hand, he walked to the to the desk where Y/N spun around in her chair until she saw him.

“Oh! Hi, Poe!” she greeted with her bright, heart-stopping smile. She was looking awfully cute with safety goggles rested on the top of her head, pulling her hair back. She had a smudge of grease on her cheek that she probably didn’t even realize was there, and her eyes were lit up as they usually were with a playful spark.

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Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Warnings: smut, unsafe anal practice, vomit, hospitals, puns

Word count: 10k

A/N: This is a weird little idea I had one morning about Dan getting a vibrator stuck up his bum, then I somehow managed to fill it with chicken/egg puns. Enjoy! (It was a hard decision whether to post this or another fic, but I decided you guys deserve the long one as I haven’t posted in over two weeks)

Dan was nervous for his job interview. He was as prepared as he could be: he’d thought about all the questions he might be asked and how he would answer them. He’d even made notes about the company in case he was expected to have any background knowledge.

Still, he couldn’t relax. Dan had tried a few things to help him relax: a warm bath, some relaxing music, a cup of tea and a good book… but nothing seemed to be doing the trick.

Dan only had one idea left, and laying back on his bed, he decided to give it a shot. He needed an orgasm, a moment of bliss, with the relaxed exhaustion that followed. He wasn’t just going to aim for a standard, hand job on the penis, kind of orgasm through. He’d been experimenting with anal play recently, having achieved a prostate orgasm a few times with his fingers, and more recently, with a new toy. He wasn’t an expert on the world of sex toys and vibrators, so he thought he’d start out small. He’d purchased this little egg shaped vibrator, not wanting to get anything he couldn’t cope with and so far, it had been amazing.

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yyyyYYYYYY'ALLLLL I had a freaking intensive dream about Rad Likes Robots and I kinda wanna cry???? ;;;;w;;;;

[[It’s a long ‘un this time too j f c;;;;]]

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The Lazy Bastard’s Guide to Beating Rune Prana.

So this post is basically a somewhat short guide for those out there who, like me, did not have their shit together in this game but still want to get the best ending without having to kill themselves.

Hello there,… you! Tell me, would you like to beat the third arc of Rune Factory 4? You would? Well, let me ask you a few questions: Are your crafting and forging levels at at least 80? If not, did you know you can use the Heart Pendant to make yourself gain skill exp just a liiiiiittle faster? Is Frey/Lest at least level 130? Do you have equips that boost your stats into the thousands? Specifically, do you have equips such as Diamond Brooch, Wet Boots, and Rosary? Do you have the most holy and almighty and revered crafting items, the Racoon Leaves and Glitta Augite? Did you go to Sharance Maze and run around endlessly until you picked up high level weapons?

…No? Well… you are aware that this is the advice everyone will give you, correct? You must be frustrated. Everywhere you go, these are the only things anyone will tell you. And none of it’s working, and you know why. Because you don’t have the time or patience to get your crafting skills that high, even with the Heart Pendant. Because you’re at a low level because you keep dying in dungeons and potions are too expensive and you’re trying to save food items for the really hard parts of the game. You’re too poor to afford good equips, and not motivated enough to make them. Racoon Leaves and Glitta Augites are a mystery; even if you know where to get them, you can’t use them because once again, your crafting levels suck. You may or may not have Sharance Maze, but it’s a confusing place for you.


I’M SERIOUS. Here’s how it works: 

  • You’re going to use those 3000 Prince(ss) points to open up Sharance Maze, and guess what? You’re going to run around a bunch! Yes, this will be slightly annoying, but if you’re worried about dying you can take some party members with you. I hope you at least have a fairy rescued from a previous dungeon and the wolf from Sechs Territory to distract enemies. Now I’ll admit, this is basically the hardest part. Since you know you will die easily even with party members, you’re going to be warping out and then running right back in a lot. 
  • But the point of that is this: not to find good weapons, but first and foremost items. And not food either. The Love Potion and Object X you need can be found when you run around Sharance Maze, and they show up fairly often. I came across like 4 of each fairly easily, but you’ll only need one Love Potion and maybe 2 or 3 Object Xs.
  • First thing first: once you’ve got that Love Potion, WARP HOME AND SAVE ASAP. Next, find yourself a Dark Fairy. They’re large and purple. Now, you can also use Princess points to display enemy HP and Level, so I suggest you do that so that you know you’re nabbing a high-leveled one. This little trick worked on the first try for me. All you gotta do is find a Dark Fairy (in Sharance Maze of course, shoot for one that’s near level 300) and just chuck that potion at her! She (no pun intended) loves it to bits, and will gladly join you. Her stats? Through the fuckin roof. She’s twice as powerful as Venti. Yeah that’s right.
  • Next: do you have a dish called Grilled Snapper? Check your fridge: if you don’t have one there, don’t panic. They aren’t that hard to get, because if you’re pals with Porcoline, he gives you one on your birthday! There’s also a chance Porcoline may sell this dish at his restaurant, but I think to cook it you need to be level 51 on cooking, which you probably aren’t. No biggie. At the most, you just have to wait till your next birthday. ONCE YOU GET THE FISH DISH, SAAAAAAVE. Now this part oughta look familiar; guess where you’re going? That’s right, Sharance Maze again! Wheeeee! This time, your mission is to find a Minotaur King; (preferably near level 300) they’re super huge blue monster dudes that wear loincloths and carry frikkin huge axes. Scary. Go ahead and bring your Dark Fairy on this mission so she can help you fight/stay alive til ya find the big guy. Once you’ve found him, toss him the Grilled Snapper. Worked on the first try for me! This guy is just as suped-up as the Dark Fairy, but his physical attack is about 2k higher.

Wow, isn’t that amazing?! Now you’ve two extremely high-leveled party members! And guess what? That means pretty much everything from here is gonna be a cakewalk! …Well, except for a few more things, mostly regarding your equips. Don’t worry, it’s simple stuff.

  • Next is the Talisman. Now normally, this takes a crafting level of about 70 to make. And I have some good news and bad news. The good news is, you can get this item for free! …The bad news is, I’m not exactly sure if I remember where exactly I got it. But I’m pretty sure– like 90% sure– it comes from Margaret’s Event: A Performance Without an Audience. You can unlock this even if you play as a girl, so don’t worry. Anyways, complete that little event, and grab the Talisman. It will be a lifesaver when you get to places where you get poisoned. Since the Talisman reverses status effects, the icon above your head will say you’re poisoned, but it’ll actually be healing you. So once you get this thing, be sure to always have it in your inventory, especially for the Beach Area of Rune Prana and the Cave Area.
  • Now, for the strangest item on this list; that’s right, the bottle(s) of oil. You’ve got the Object X, right? Maybe even more than one? Good, because here we go. See, in various parts of Rune Prana, especially early on, there are some: enemies that throw powerful fireballs, a volcano area where some maps deal constant fire damage, and even some flame-shooting pillars and, at one point, a literal ring of fire that can and probably will instant death you. That’s where object X and Oil come in. Here’s how it works: If you look at the description of Oil, you’ll see it says “-31 resistance to fire”. Meaning, your fire resistance goes down about 30 percent if you use this in item upgrading. HOWEVER, Object X makes this a good thing! Why? Because, when used as an upgrading tool, Object X will REVERSE the effects of EVERY SUBSEQUENT ITEM USED TO UPGRADE AN EQUIP.  Meaning, you can take an equip of your choice, and where you would usually upgrade it with an item like a gem or root or whatever, put Object X instead! Then, you can upgrade the equip yet again with the Oil, thereby RAISING your fire resistance!  BEWARE, THIS IS IRREVERSIBLE. THE EFFECT OF OBJECT X AS A REVERSER WILL PERMANENTLY PERSIST ON ALL FUTURE UPGRADES OF THIS ITEM.  Anyways, I went ahead and applied this to my Platinum Mail and my hat, bringing my fire resistance up to over 60. It has literally saved my life.

Once that is done, you’re ready for Rune Prana! You’ll be impervious to poison, damn near impervious to fire, and you have two powerhouses who will quite literally be fighting all your battles for you. (Heads up, you can ride the Minotaur if you want to control him, and he’ll take all the damage so you don’t die super fast).

As far as actually getting through the floors/puzzles and such, there are other guides for that. Bring plenty of food/potions, and remember to save often. Hope you like being the healer, ‘cause that’s pretty much your job now!

SVT College AU  -  Wonwoo

Originally posted by visual-17

a/n: @ god & wonwoo thank you for giving this uk carat a reason to cry tonight your work was very much appreciated 



-tall emo child i love him a lot along with mingyu 

-can you tell that i love all of seventeen?


-the kid likes reading right?

-now wait

-think about this


-he loves reading so it wouldn’t be weird for him to take up english lit as a college degree

-yeah listen when i say this 






-when he gotta do work

-he do the work


-his favourite books that he studied had to be of mice and men and nineteen eighty-four

-they’re his favouritttttttttttteeeeeeeeeeeeeee

-he will read both books until he dies

-he really needs to come out with a list of books he reads wowowowowoow

-wonwoo reads late at night so uh

-in the morning he just wakes up

-gets ready

-and just goes to class

-room mates jun and minghao are a little worried that he doesn’t eat breakfast sometimes

-so they just place an apple and a breakfast bar in his bag just to keep him going through until lunch 

-they don’t want him getting ill or sick or anything :(((

-they care about hIM THAT SHIT IS SO CUTE

-other than him reading a lot he likes to hang out with friends a lot and it’s really cool and cute how his personality changes wherever he is

-with his friends he’s got this kind of cool and cute personality 

-and when he’s in class he’s kind of quiet and cool-looking

-he’s that one kid who has the cold stare when he zones out but he’s really a nice guy

-please befriend my tall emo child i beg youuuuuuuu

-and you do ! 

-you do literature too but you’re not in the same class as him

-so when your teacher decides to merge your two classes together

-you kind of just……..find yourself sitting next to wonwoo

-you’re so cute with your oversized jumper and denim skirts aww 

-like a mirror image of wonwoo…..but smaller and cute

-just like him

-i love me kiiiids


-you and wonwoo hit it off almost immediately 

-just because of a little debate you two had about two characters

-you found out that wonwoo likes to read a lot and so do you 

-and that you both like the colour blue and you’re both massive nerds for literature

-it’s really cute that you found a friend in wonwoo

-because you’ve seen him in the hallway a couple times before with the two boys from his dorm 

-and he always looks so cool!! 


-the plot thickens

-like his di-



-speaking of books

-one of the things you two do as friends is read in the library 

-it’s just relaxing for you two to read with each other

-you quietly discuss different books you’ve read before too

-sometimes you’ll sit on the floor with him and just read until it’s closing time

-”mr jeon miss y/n are you quite done it’s closing time…”

-”yeah…just a minute…..i’m nearly done with this chapter….”

-”would you like me to take it out for you…?”

-”…..yeah that’s a good idea”


-college is all about new experiences and you wholeheartedly welcome yourself to those new experiences

-staying up late

-going to parties

-trying different di-




-but wonwoo…..wasn’t the type to go to parties and stuff

-but it’s college! new experiences!

-you and your roommate were invited to a party that seungcheol’s friend was having

-so you and your friend obviously want to go  !!

-but wonwoo….of course jun minghao and wonwoo were invited

-but wonwoo wanted to stay in just in case you were free and weren’t going

-he didn’t think of you as the kind of party girl type

-boy was he wrong

-jun and minghao drag him along anyways

-god dammit 

-so he’s in there

-there’s alcohol….yay?


-@ me on saturday nights

-he wasn’t into it at all

-he then saw you

-he was suddenly into it


-i forgot to mention

-those times in the library brought you two closer and closer to the point where you……

-*drum roll*

-bOTH Like each other a lot

-but obviously you two can’t see it

-you will…….kind of

-he walked up to you and just tapped you on the shoulder

-”oh!! wonwoo….i didn’t know you were coming..”

-”i didn’t know you were here either…”

-”i thought you didn’t like these types of things…”

-”yeah jun and minghao dragged me here…..and they’re gone..”

-”yeah jun does that a lot…..”

-suddenly a man carrying a pillowcase came up to wonwoo asking him to take something out

-and wonwoo

-being wonwoo

-he said fuck it and decided to reach inside

-he got out a small bracelet…..weird

-because you wear the exact….same bracelet…..with the……exact same charms…….

-backstory as to why your bracelet is in a random pillowcase 

-people were playing seven minutes in heaven and you always play for shits and giggles so you just put your bracelet in there

-and conviniently wonwoo was standing where you were….

-next to the door

-he just looks to you with this look of pure and utter confusion

-he then grasps reality 

-he has to go into the closet with you 


-he could just feel his cheeks glow red

-he looks so cute 

-so you take his hand and you just drag him into the closet

-and the door closes behind you two 

-thing is….

-is that it’s really cramped

-as in you two are really close to each other

-not so close like you two are like mushed together

-but it’s kind of like you two are just a couple centimetres away from each other 

-so pretty close

-you’re still holding his hand for some reason

-”wait…..what do we do in here again….?”

-”well….i-i don’t know…sometimes people kiss in here….something like that….i didn’t plan that this would happen actually…”

-it was just the flow of things and how they were supposed to happen 

-he then kind of just……gripped your hand a little

-like a tiny squeeze 

-and you just look at him

-or at least try to….i mean it’s pretty dark in there 

-and you could swear you feel him closing in 


-”should we…kiss….i swear it won’t mean anything…”

-yeah it’s going to fuckin mean something to you

-and it’s definitely going to mean something to him 

-”s-sure….it’s worth a try…”

-you kind of just go with it because what the fuck have you got to lose?


-absolutely nothing

-you then felt…..his hands being placed at your sides…..


-you also felt him moving in a little closer

-you could feel the heat from his face being transferred to you


-then kabam

-you two kissed

-from the second your lips touched 

-you both knew this meant something

-something was definitely there 

-you kind of expected it to be a short quick kiss


-of course not

-nu uh

-a short quick one?

-you expected him to back up by now

-but no……..

-it’s like his lips were glued to yours

-your hands gripped his shirt slightly

-yep it was meaning something to the both of you 

-finally he backed up

-”….ok this might sound crazy but……that was nice……”

-”yeah……..that didn’t mean anything to you did it…?”

-”it….it did….”

-”oh so we’re in the same boat……because there was definitely something there….”

-a couple seconds of awkward silence…..check

-”wonwoo….do you like me-?”


-”..in the relationship way…?”



-”you like me back…?”


-you just…..

-closed the distance between you and wonwoo and kissed him again

-only difference being was that he was caught off guard and as soon as he melted into the kiss

-he kissed back and quite passionately

-someone outside called out to tell you two that the seven minutes were up

-and you two pulled back just in time

-you two got outside and braced the drunken world

-you could see minghao and jun pat wonwoo on the back while he was blushin and stuff

-and your friend walked over with those

-”i know what you did now spILLLLLLLL”

-but you didn’t tell her anything yet


-you just went up to him 


-”hey i know we just confessed to each other like 2.5 minutes ago and yeah i now know that we like each other a lot do you want to head back to my place?”


-and there you were

-under the covers

-close together

-investing in the new found relationship


-reading together while cuddling in bed

-fuckin nerds that i love so much 

-“hey y/n”


-”when the teacher made John Steinbeck’s books required reading….”

-”yeah–oh god no don’t”

-”……she made him an author…..”


-”…they couldn’t refuse !”

-”o h    m y    g o d    j e o n    w o n w o o    i ‘ m    g o i n g    t o    b r e a k      u p    w i t h    y o u

-”dont tear my heart into two pages of the same story”

-”w o n w o o”


-“that was a library boOK THAT YOU JUST TORE”

-”oh mY  G O D     N O O O O O O O O O O O O O”

rotten-pastel-boy  asked:

Can I request a bakushima fanfic where Kirishima tells Bakugou all the Kirishima pick up lines you and the anons said???

Gahhh I’m so late with this stuff but here you go love!! I did a thing and I hope you like it lol

Bakugou was so done by the time he walked into class that morning.

First, he couldn’t fall asleep until late last night because his shitty haired neighbor was on the phone for most of the night laughing and just being loud in general. He also woke up an hour before his alarm went off and couldn’t fall back asleep because apparently his body hates him. Then, he tried to shower but for some reason the water was ice fucking cold and almost exploded a hole through the shower wall because of how angry he was.

All in all, it’s been a shit morning. And to make it better, as he walked through the UA halls, Bakugou could feel people stare at him, whispering to the people next to them and laughing about something that he couldn’t hear. He scowled and shoved his hands deep in his pockets, feeling them spark and sizzle against his thighs. He did not want to get kicked out of the program for blowing up idiot students but at that moment he also wished that looks could kill because his glare would’ve slaughtered them all.

Walking into the classroom, he froze and realized why everyone was looking at him like that.

On his desk was a note, open, and covered in bright red hearts. Immediately, he scowled deeper and debated how it would affect his hero career if he skipped class. But he walked in anyway, snatched up the note, and was about to blow it up when he caught a glimpse of very messy and somehow familiar handwriting, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.

When ever you touch me you make my heart explode;)

Bakugou read over that line a few times before he crumpled it up and exploded it in his hand, ashes falling to his feet. He sent a deadly glare around the room, noticing some people laughing quietly to himself when his eyes met a pair of red ones and his gaze froze, looking at Kirishima who was seated at his desk with a slightly terrified Kaminari next to him. He stared at Kirishima, noticing a flash of disappointment cross the other’s face before his signature smile took over his features.

“Got a secret admirer, huh, Bakubro?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, Shitty Hair.” He ripped his gaze away and slammed down into his seat, unsure why swirls of guilt were spreading through his body.

As the day progressed, Bakugou forgot about the letter. He was able to let his anger out during their class training session, which was exactly what he needed. Training ended and Bakugou felt a little lighter as he walked back to his room to start studying, but froze when he reached his door, seeing a similar piece of paper taped on the wood.

I could rock your world if you let me

Okay this has to be a fucking joke. Bakugou’s head whipped around when he felt eyes on the back of his head but saw nobody in the halls with him. Sending one last glare to the invisible presence, he slowly peeled the note off of the door and entered his room, throwing the piece of paper on his desk as he kicked his shoes off and threw his backpack down.

Not even two minutes later and he heard a knock on his door. Groaning, he got up from his bed, where he was attempting to rest shortly, and opened the door.

“What! Oh, it’s just you, Shitty Hair.” He leaned against the doorframe as he squinted at Kirishima.

“Hey man! Can you help me with the homework from today? I’m stumped,” he asked with a sheepish look on his face. Bakugou saw that he had already gathered up all of his books before coming over. With a deep sigh, he stepped to the side to give the other enough room to come inside. Kirishima beamed at him and walked passed him. “Thanks Bakugou!”

“Whatever.” He slammed the door behind him and watched as Kirishima spotted the note.

“Oh, wow! Two in one day? You must be a popular dude.”

There was a hint of something that Bakugou couldn’t place.

“Do you know who’s sending them?” Bakugou could place that tone though: insecurity. Why Kirishima would be so nervous asking that question was beyond him.

“Why the fuck do you care?”

Kirishima tense momentarily before letting out a forced laugh. “Just curious man!”

“Whatever dumbass. Are you just in here to waste my time or do you actually want to fucking learn something.” Kirishima smiled and sat on his bed, setting his books up in front of him as moving over to give Bakugou room to sit too.

Late that night, Kirishima was at his wits end. He was sitting up on his bed, trying to think of some way to get Bakugou to realize it was him writing those notes. He tried the subtle pick up line approach but apparently they were too vague.

Groaning, he threw his head back against the wall with a thud. He needed something, some kind of idea that would make it more obvious. He felt around for his phone before calling someone.

“Kami! I need your help again!”

Bakugou slept until his alarm, the shower was warm, and everything was going good that morning. That is, until he walked back to his room.

Apparently, someone had slid a piece of paper under his door while he was in the shower, which he stepped on before noticing. He sighed, already becoming irritated over this mystery person leaving him really weird letters yesterday and honestly hoped that it wouldn’t happen any more. He picked it up and opened the letter and reading what new line this person came up with.

I don’t need my quirk to get hard when I’m around you;)

Three thoughts ran through Bakugou’s mind when he read that: “What the actual fuck?!”, “Why the actual fuck?!”, and “Who the actual fuck?!”. He couldn’t tell if his face was red from rage or embarrassment at that very straight forward and sexual line.

And then it clicked.


A few loud thuds came from behind the other wall followed by a groan of pain. Bakugou turned towards the door, scowling and trying to will away his blush and he heard Kirishima slowly turn the knob and poke just his head through the opening.

“Yes?” he asked in a very quiet voice. Bakugou stomped over and ripped the door open the rest of the way, shoving the note in the other’s face.


“I…um….surprise?” He gave a sheepish smile, to which Bakugou just threw his arms up in exasperation and paced around the room.

“What the fuck is that letter supposed to mean?!”

Kirishima groaned. “I told Kami that it was too weird.”

“So it was fucking Sparky’s idea?”

“Kinda? Like, the stupid puns and pick up lines were just because I’m not good at coming up with them myself.”

“Why would you fucking do this in the first place though?”


“What? Stop fucking mumbling dumbass.”

Kirishima took in a deep breath, “Because I like you but I’m awkward and was too afraid to confess so I decided to leave you cryptic notes and oh man you hate me now.” He closed his eyes and held his breath, tensing his body in preparation for a punch that he thought was heading his way.

When he didn’t feel a blow, he cracked his eyes open and relaxed his body when he saw Bakugou just standing there, speechless, face bright red.

“You…you fucking idiot!”


“You could’ve just fucking told me instead of doing this,” he gestured widely with his hands, “shit.”

Kirishima was speechless for a moment. “Wait, does that mean?”

“Yes you moron! I fucking…tolerate you too,” he said those last words quietly, feeling his face heat up even more at the spontaneous confession. Kirishima’s face split into a bright smile.

“So, will you go out with me?”

Bakugou averted his eyes and sat on the edge of his bed. “Fine.”

“Yes!!” Kirishima threw his arms up and jumped around excitedly. Bakugou tried to fight back a smile that was making a way on his face at the sight. When Kirishima calmed down, there was a wicked smile on his face.

“Hey Bakugou?”


“Does this mean that more than just our quirks are compatible?”

“Get the fuck out.”


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Requested: no

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Series: The Purpose of Love - Bittersweet Generation

Description: Y/N accidently spills her biggest secret to a well-known stranger and it ends up getting a bit heated than intended.

The TV was on. Muted, but it was turned on. It was the first thing Calum had done as soon as you had walked into the room with your friend. He had turned on the TV and muted it as if no one were actually going to look at the giant screen. And no one did. Everyone started to talk, instantly.

It was a funny scene if you thought about it. Five people seated around a coffee table with snacks and a muted TV. Three of those people were famous - Calum Hood, Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford - and the fourth of those five was your out-going friend who seemed to know everyone in the city of Los Angeles.

And then there were you. The quiet, anti-social and smart girl. The girl who liked the rain more than the sun, the girl who liked the book more than the movie, the girl who liked the calls more than the texts. That girl was you.

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Be My Baby

For @queerstanuris, @eddiextozier, and @trashmouthrichie

“Richie, hold on a minute.”

Bill’s voice was laced with nerves, which crawled up Richie’s spine as he came to a halt in the middle of the parking lot. The ground was wet, and the air was full of smoke from cigarettes. Behind them, the 21+ bar blazed with neon and shook from the music within.

“Yeah, Bill?” he asked, voice level, for something told him this was not the time to drop a ‘Billy Boy’, or ‘Stuttering Bill’.

His boyfriend shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and sighed out a cloud of mist. “I… Back there, in the bar? With those guys you were chatting up—”

“‘Chatting up’?! Why, Bill, you think too much of me! Are you jealous, perchance?”

“No! I don’t want to hear another fucking Voice, Rich, I just want you to listen to me!”

Richie recoiled, but thankfully their car was just behind him, ready to save him from too much embarrassment.

Bill rubbed his brow. “You can’t d-do that anymore, R-Richie. Okay?”

“Do what?”

“Flirt around. Get so wasted you can’t s-see straight—”

“I didn’t drink tonight, Bill—”

“That’s not it, Rich, and you know it.”

Richie frowned. He toyed with the keys in hand. “Then what is ‘it’?”

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The Proposal: Nino had never thought Chat Noir might turn up in his room. Ever. He just didn’t know the hero that well. So why would Chat Noir come to him with something like this? (primarily DJWiFi)

For @miraculousfluffmonth Day 19: Best Friends

Nino had thought that he had his life more or less figured out for now, all things considered. School was going as smoothly as could be expected, he was able to hang out with a great group of friends this year, there had been no major family disasters, and he was actually getting a little bit of recognition for his talent as a DJ.

And, despite the Bubbler incident, he’d adapted pretty well to the whole idea that anyone could be turned into a supervillain until Ladybug and Chat Noir managed to save the day.

That had actually been easier to roll with than he’d expected, and some good things had come out of it, like his almost-relationship with Alya.

Sure, he’d been crushing on Marinette, but that had started to change after the incident at the zoo, and while he was definitely not an expert when it came to reading women, he was fairly certain Alya wasn’t opposed to the idea.

He was also fairly certain that Alya knew how he felt without him even really having to say anything, because she was Alya, and he doubted anyone could sneak anything past her.

At least, that’s what he’d always thought.

But the day Nino came home to find Chat Noir in his room, he was forced to re-evaluate a few things.

The discovery would be disconcerting for anyone and would’ve been really disturbing were Chat Noir not a superhero, but for Nino…. It was also weird.

“Nino, I’m sorry,” Chat Noir blurted before Nino had fully registered the intrusion. The hero was sitting crosslegged on his bed, and if Nino had to guess, had sneaked in through the window.


Chat Noir nimbly sprang up, closed and locked Nino’s bedroom door, and then turned to face him. “We need to talk.”

“Uh….” Why did Chat Noir want to talk to him? Nino didn’t think he’d done anything to merit the hero’s attention. He definitely didn’t think he’d done anything to merit a home invasion. Or anything that would cause Chat Noir to figure out who he was and where he lived or, more to the point, which room was his.

“Everything’s fine,” Chat Noir said, as if he could read Nino’s mind. “Just hear me out. I have a proposal for you.”


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Just a Touch

Anonymous asked: You’re writing the Flash now?!?! YAY! I know you’re probably tired of writing Soulmate AUs, but I was hoping to request one. Maybe one where you get your soulmark after skin to skin contact with your soulmate and the reader, who’s a meta w/Team Flash, hasn’t met her soulmate yet. Then, she meets Snart on the street(he doesn’t realize who she is), and touches her for some reason and they realize they’re soulmates??

Here you go! My first Flash fic and for one of my favorite characters! I do not own Barry or Leonard. They belong to the creators and writers of “The Flash” 

Warnings: Soulmate AU, slight angst, a little fluff. Y/H/N= your hero name

Pairings: Leonard Snart/Captain Cold x fem!reader, Barry Allen/Flash

Originally posted by iamaphroditeoz

You rushed into S.T.A.R. Labs, panting heavily. “Hey, Y/N. You okay?” Barry asked and you shook your head. You were shaking and Barry instantly worried. “What happened?” You rolled up the sleeve of your shirt and showed him your newly acquired soul mark. Barry grinned. “You met your soulmate?! That’s great!” You shook your head again. “No, Barry, it isn’t!” Barry’s brows came together. It was clear that he didn’t understand. “It’s Snart. My soulmate is Leonard Snart.”

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@wacheypena - happy birthday, and I hope you feel better! Have some crackfic coldflash.

Ao3 link


“You’re going to what?” Len says incredulously. His incredulous voice is very, very flat.

Barry winces.

“I’m going to throw you and your paramour to your doom –” the guy starts.

“No, no, skip that part,” Len says. “Especially the bit about the paramour, no one says that anymore. Get to the part about the birds.”

“Your doom will come at the hands of –”

“Beaks of,” Len says, because he can’t help himself that way.

Barry bangs his head against the wall of the cell. It’s fine, it’ll heal.

“- at the beaks of my beloved feathery friends, my attack birds –”

“You trained attack birds as your gimmick,” Len says. “Consider your application to the Rogues preemptively denied.”

“Must you taunt the supervillain?” Barry asks hopelessly.

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it’s been so long since I did a songwriter AU! i feel so bad because this has been sitting in my draft patiently waiting for me to write but- anyways I hope you enjoy! 

  • you had always known that daniel loved his cats 
  • you had always heard him gushing about what his cats had done the night before to your other classmates (specifically seongwoo and Jisung who always seemed so interested)
  • but one day after the music class that you both were in you were on the way to the music room (for some reason they made the music and the actual music classroom different) you heard singing/rapping coming from the room
  • you investigate bc why not 
  • and you open the door slightly and you see Daniel at the piano playing a melody that seems really relaxing 
  • but then
  • he starts singing about his appreciation for his cats and just cats in general 

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NiNoir Week, Day 2: Social Media

A HUGE HUGE THANK YOU to the organizers of this event: @grubsnuggle , @miiraculous-texts , @alya-bug , and @hchano !! Please send them all the love for doing the prompts and junk!!

Summary: Nino receives SnapCats (SnapChats) From Chat Noir. 

When Nino first got a snapchat from ‘Chat Noir’. It was two in the morning.

He was curled over his computer, mixing beats when his phone buzzed. Nino, who wasn’t much for social media and didn’t really get snapchats was rather shocked.

Chat Noir had no reputation as a social media aficionado, either. Ladybug had accounts across the board, updating them appropriately with akuma updates and charity plugs, but Chat Noir had been silent. Hell, he had been adamant that he ran no social media accounts in and out of his suit.

In retrospect, Nino should’ve known that the cat boy was lying.

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