can we talk about how bill potts has had the worst companion experience of all time? in the four-ish years (from her perspective) she’s known the doctor she’s only been on four real adventures. she visited the future human colony and regency england, cool. then termites swallowed every known picture of her mum? she was starved of oxygen and nearly died on a spaceship. she was abandoned by the doctor for six months in an alien regime as part of his tests. at this point, shes ready to sacrifice herself, telling the doctor that its worth it for what theyve done together. is it really? then she visits mars and roman britain, also cool. then she was fatally shot. and she was trapped working in a hospital for two and a half years without even being able to GO OUTSIDE without having a LITERAL HEART ATTACK before being converted into an ACTUAL CYBERMAN. honestly i didnt think anyone could have a worse time than martha jones. but she’s so optimistic and wants to continue to travel and she deserves so much more. I hope she gets it if she stays for s11.
you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her.
all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess.
While she has done and excused some horrible things on here for you all to see, there’s more that you don’t know about. In the discord group chat she mods, and within our personal or group chats. I’ve been afraid to bring it to light for awhile, because the adults running said discord terrify me and would rather shut up a kid who’s in trouble or unsafe than remove a harmful adult from the group. In fact, just today my girlfriend was kicked from the discord immediately after telling the admin (who is 30 years old) what Mary has done to us, and the ways shes caused me trauma (which we’ll get into later.) It was this call to kick her from the server rather than try to protect the children (some under 13) still in that server that prompted me to make this post. If nothing else, I hope those around Mary see this, and can take caution, distance themselves, and stay safe.
Before you click the read more, please be cautioned. There’s mentions of trama, panic attacks, anxiety, grooming, adult/minor relationships, and more.
“Coran do you remember on Altea when my father w-” Allura was cut off by all the lights in the castle flickering on and off. Everyone looked up towards the lights, their eyes wide with confusion.
They were all in the common room having a small slumber party for bonding purposes. “Allura, what’s going on?” Shiro’s voice was laced with concern and he looked around the room, the lights finally turning on, only the emergency lights keeping the room semi bright.
Allura opened her mouth to respond but the doors started to open and close, even though no one was coming in or out of the room.
“Princess, I think that castle i-”
“UNDER ATTACK! Possed like last time!” Lance interrupted the oranged haired man as he jumped from where he was sitting on the floor. “Well I don’t know about all of you, but last time the castle tired to kill me!!” He started pacing the room, shivering at the experiences he once had to endure.
“Lance! Calm down, the castle isn’t going to kill us. Just stay calm alright.” Hunk reached up and grabbed his friend’s hand, hoping calm the frantic boy.
Lance opened his mouth, on the verge of another ramble before Allura stood from her spot in the room. “Everyone remain calm, the castle may be malfunctioning. However we will remain together alright? Nobody will be left alone and nobody is going to die. Now stand! We must get to the bridge and make sure the castle isn’t moving anywhere.” When nobody stood, Allura pulled Keith up with ease, “get up!”
reader has a terrible fear of spiders and gets injured at the Neibolt house,
thankfully Richie is there to help.
Requested: Yes! Based
on: can I have an imagine of Richie
Tozier saves and helps the reader from her injuries after the attack of
Pennywise, she has a major fear of spiders. It can be where they’re at the
neibolt house or sewer please? (I have a horrible fear of spiders more than
anything; my body does this burning itchy feeling, really dizzy, and shaking).
mentions of blood, spiders?
Authors note: this
is my first time ever writing for Richie so I hope I did him justice! And to
the person who requested I hope you like what I did with it! Enjoy!
You never thought your fear of spiders would ever come to
bite you in the ass. But there’s a first time for everything. You were
currently separated from the rest of the group in the Neibolt house, locked in
a room all by yourself. That on its own isn’t what bothered you, it was the
thousands and thousands of spiders crawling towards you at an alarming speed. You
turned to the locked door behind you frantically banging on the wooden surface.
“Holy shit! Richie, Help! Please!” you wailed. Desperately trying to escape the living
Word count: 969 (I know it’s small don’t judge please)
A/N OKAY, this is something I spent a lot of time writing, and actually got detention because I was writing part of it during an EXTREMELY BORING history class, so I really hope you like it!
(Y/N) woke up into the night. The attacks were getting more frequent each day, and so were her nightmares. Sitting up and resting her head on the headboard of her bed, acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, she grudgingly got out of bed dragging her blanket with her, and headed downstairs to the golden and red common room.
She threw herself on the couch opposite the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, a roaring fire appeared in it. She covered herself with the blanket, also covering her nearly bare feet. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that belong to her best friend since third year, Sirius Black. Although his scent still lingered off of the shirt and provided some comfort, it wasn’t enough to help her fall back asleep. She shifted on the couch, so that her face reflected the light of the fire as she stared absent mindlessly into the fireplace.
Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the night due to a noise that came from downstairs. After multiple attempts to fall asleep, he gave up and headed towards the common room.
He had reached the top of the staircase when the light coming from downstairs made him wince. Once his ayes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend, (Y/N) Lawson lying on t he couch.
“Couldn’t sleep, Lawson?” he asked
(Y/N) turned upon hearing her friend’s voice, seeing him descend the stairs half naked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a toned chest and a more-than-generous six-pack.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk already finding itself on his face
“don’t flatter yourself Black, and no, I couldn’t sleep” she stated, and then, so silently so that he couldn’t hear “the nightmares are getting worse”
But he heard. The smirk immediately disappeared from his face, turning into a frown. She sat upright, making space for her friend to sit besides her. He placed a hand around her shoulders, and she rested her head on the crook of his neck.
“How bad?” he sighed
She hesitated a bit before deciding to tell him
“I dream of… attacks… everywhere. We’re on the train, when suddenly a group of Death Eaters march in, heading straight for our compartment.
Sirius sighed, (Y/N)’s parents are muggles, putting (Y/N) in great danger.
“they grab me” (Y/N) continued “use the cruciatus curse on me, torture me until I’m practically begging for death. Then, they kill me, slowly. The rest of you just sat there chatting, like you couldn’t see, or hear m, or you just didn’t care.”
(Y/N) hadn’t realized she had started crying.
Sirius hugged her, pulling her even closer to him. His heart broke seeing her like this. (Y/N) was normally such a happy person. But ever since Voldermort had started gaining more power and followers, the mischievous glint behind her eyes was nearly gone.
But that last statement had really shocked him ‘or you just didn’t care’ what the hell was she even talking about? Placing a hand under her chin, he gently pushed it upwards so that he was looking directly into her eyes.
“(Y/N) Lawson, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. You have been one of my best friends-if not my best- since third year. And being so close to me means that all James, Remus and Peter care deeply about you”he paused, not knowing how to continue “Remember in out fifth year, when that Ravenclaw broke your heart?”
“Yeah..” she chuckled a bit despite the situation “you punched him, breaking his nose, James hexed him into puking birds for a little over a month and Remus, given his prefect status, gave him detention for a good two months.”
“Exactly! So don’t you ever think, not even for a second, that the four out of five marauders would abandon the fifth one during a death eater attack”
These words brought new tears to (Y/N)’s eyes, tears of happiness. Something about knowing that she had friends that would go to such lengths to protect her, and that one of them was Sirius Black, made her feel all warm, despite the chilly weather of February.
Because, although she hated to admit it, she had developed a slightpretty big big crush on her friend.
Sirius was watching his friend, ‘more than a friend’ he thought with a chuckle, closely. He had to admit that she was perfect. Her big, (Y/H/C) locks that framed her beautiful face perfectly, her big, (Y/E/C) almond shaped eyes filled with curiosity and mischief, her full, yet not too thick, lips that were just teasing him, her tiny waist…
But, contrary to common belief, it was her personality that made him fall for her. She had a strong personality, that’s how they became friends. The marauders had pranked (Y/N) and the rest of the girls, charming the shower heads into turning whoever used them red with gold polka dots, the Gryffindor house colors. (Y/N), after removing the color with a simple spell, had managed to get them back by doing the same thing to them, with the sole difference that whoever showered using them, would be turned bright, vibrant, glow-in-the-dark, PINK. And the four boys were stuck like that fro a week and a half until, finally, Madame Pomfrey managed to find the antidote that would turn them back to normal. She was the first, and the last, person to have ever out-pranked them, and he admired her for that.
She fell asleep on the couch, cuddled next to him. He watched her for a little while, admiring her, admiring her beauty and her strong personality…
Sirius Black fell asleep with only one thought on his mind, he was in love with (Y/N) Lawson.
AHHHHH! HOW DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT? please leave feedback, follow me etc. etc
Be sure to check Pt.2 & 3 (I’d put a link but something’s wrong with my computer and it won’t let me) .
x Spock. Prompt: Anon requested - Hello, I want to
request a fic where the reader is in a (new) relationship with Bones or Spock
(your choice). No one knows she should be on long-term meds to prevent migraine
attacks. She asks Spock to teach her Vulcan mediation techniques to battle the attacks
(but doesn’t tell him why). It doesn’t go well. Bones keeps her in med bay / on
bed rest in her quarters (maybe Spock can help with the treatment?). They kinda
police her med intake until she’s more comfortable having to take them. THX! Word Count: 3702.
Warnings:None. Rating:All ages. Author’s Note: To the lovely Anon I
had the pleasure of chatting with the other day who felt like Spock wasn’t
getting enough love – I hope this is good!
It was that conversation that swayed me towards writing Spock for this
one instead of Bones, and I hope I’ve done him justice!
You sit curled up against Spock’s side, enjoying the slight chill he’s giving
off as the beginnings of what you’re sure is going to be a terrible migraine
throb behind your eyes. Your neck feels
tight, the lights too bright, and the nearly-inaudible background hum of the
warp core far too loud as your stomach turns: the auras are old news to you by
now, you’ve been suffering from migraines since the age of fourteen, and lately
they’ve been intensifying and coming nearly daily.
“Hey Spock?” You say softly, your own
voice echoing in your head and egging the headache on.
“Yes, ashayam?” He asks, making
your lips curl into a small smile at the term of endearment.
“I was wondering, can you teach me to meditate?” You murmur.
He pauses momentarily as though considering what possible motivations you might
have to want to learn the art of Vulcan meditation.
“Of course,” he replies. “Is there any
particular reason why you would like to learn?”
You shake your head, feeling the pain throb and reach out further, taking over
you. It’s all you can do to keep from
throwing up on the spot as black spots dance in your vision.
“No,” you say in what you hope is a light and conversational tone. “It might just be nice to be able to turn my
mind off for a while sometimes. Maybe
it’ll help me worry less and detach myself from my work a bit.”
Summary: Peter knocks on Y/N’s window late at night hurt.
Word Count: 1.7k (I guess I just really like 7 haha)
Warnings: None, I think, but I don’t exactly consider it fluff.
AN: I used a different writings technique, I’m using “I” instead of “You” so idk, tell me which one you like the most.
It was around 2 a.m. when a tap on your window disturbed your deep sleep. You sat on your bed adjusting your sight to see the person behind the window. Turns out it was Peter, standing on the balcony with his Spider-Man suit on and mask in hand. I couldn’t see clearly, one, because of the dim light and two, because I had just woke up.
I opened the window and he got in quietly, oddly quiet, so I walked to the lamp on my nightstand and turned it on. I spinned on my heels to face Peter and I was shocked.
He looked terrible, with cuts bleeding on his face and purplish bruises forming on the end of his jaw bone. I walked closer to him so I could get a better look of him. I touched carefully his cheek were the biggest cut was, just as my finger got in contact with the cut on his skin, he flinched and grabbed my wrist with his hand.
“Peter, what in the world happened to you?!” I whispered shouted because my parents were asleep. Once I said that, he let go of my wrist. His cuts looked painful and they needed help.
“There was a robbery downtown, they were two guys, I had only seen one of them, so when I was fighting, the other one appeared with a knife.” He scratched the back of his neck looking at me with a sorry look.
“Peter, you need help, really soon, the cuts look dangerous. I think you should go to the hospital.” I said worried, the cuts were bleeding.
“I can’t go to the hospital Y/N, they will ask a lot of questions,” He had a concerned look, I knew how important it was for him to keep his identity as a secret “I can’t go to May either, she will get a heart attack when she sees me.”
“Are you saying that you want me to clean your cuts?” I was scared because I had never been on a situation like this before and I didn’t knew anything about medical care.
“Could you, please?” He begged in pain, I hope I don’t screw him more than he already is. He convinced me with begging eyes, but I wasn’t so sure of it, but if I could help him in any way, then I’ll try my best.
We both went to the restroom where the first aid kit was, behind the mirror. I took it out of the little mirror door and closed it carefully so it didn’t make a sound. I glanced at Peter and he was already sitting on top of the toilet, with his head thrown back in an act of tiredness. I started taking out the basic things, alcohol, cotton balls, bandages, pain reliever pomade.
He turned his head and looked towards me, I thought that I had to clean the blood that was already dry in his face, so that’s what I did. I grabbed a towel laying on the holder and lightly damped it. I started to lightly dab it around the cuts, where there was blood until his silky skin was visible.
His eyes were monitoring my face, I tried not to notice it too much because I would grow nervous, and that’s the last thing I want now.
I finished cleaning his face and neck and placed the now slightly red, towel on the sink with the water running, tinting the white sink with a crimson color.
We were both silent, kind of an awkward silence, but neither of us decided to break it, we were tired to start a talk, plus, we weren’t the only ones on the apartment.
I grabbed a cotton ball from its bag and poured alcohol on it. Peter had a worried look on his face, and watched my every move. I came closer and his eyes drifted from me to the cotton ball.
“This will hurt a bit,” I told Peter. He took a deep breath. I dragged the cotton ball to the cut he had on the right side of his cheek, it was a little deep, but not enough to get stitches, about an inch long, going diagonally ending on his hairline. He hitched to the contact of the alcohol, and when he did I retracted my hand in reflex.
“It’s okay Y/N, I can handle it.” He looked up through his lashes because of the height difference, since I was standing and he was seated.
So I took another breath and continued dabbing the cotton ball with along the smaller cuts on his face. He hitched every now and then, even though I was scared, I still found his faces extremely adorable.
I rubbed some pomade along my fingers to warm it up for it to be easier to apply, I moved my fingers gently a long the cuts and the, now turning greenish-blue, bruise on the left side of his jaw, his eyelids slowly flickering from my sudden movement, relieve shown on his factions, then I started putting band aids on his cuts so they wouldn’t get infected later on.
I placed all the things inside the first aid kit, closed it and place it inside the mirror in front of the sink, I grabbed the towel that I used earlier and drained all the water that it had consumed until it was the same color before I had dabbed it on his face, then placing it in the shower holder so it could get dry, I felt his eyes on me the whole time.
I turned around and stood inside his legs, I touched his face and moved it with my index finger so I could get a complete view of how his face looked.
I moved my hands from his face to his shoulders, gave a little squeeze and rested them there, “I think that’s better,” he looked up to me and nodded lightly with his eyes closed. I motioned him to get out of the restroom before I turned the lights off.
We walked in total silence to get to my room, when we got there, he glanced at the clock, it marked 2:43, he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around.
“Yes?” I said confused by the sudden movement, a hand in his chest and the other one being held by Peter.
“I have to leave, it’s getting late, I have to get there before May notices,” he whispered, letting a few seconds without saying anything between every idea, now the rolls were different, he towered on me lightly and I had to look up.
“Or you could stay here, it’s not like you have never done it before,” I looked up to him waiting for his answer, so I continued, “You have spare clothes here, you can change clothes and stay the night here.” I ran my hands nervously over his shoulders, picking at the black outlines of his suit, now feeling mousy to see him in the eye.
“Why do you want me to stay?” He said trying to find my gaze, my eyes went wide open, mouth slightly agape, I hadn’t expected him to ask that, but I soon recovered and thought about my reply.
“Well, other than the fact that it’s almost three a.m. right now, and you’d be swinging around half of the city, it’s quite dangerous,” I fidgeted with the fabric on his suit, running my finger in repetitive circles, somewhat embarrassed, not meeting his eyes.
“Oh, so you’re saying that you’re worried about me?” I could feel his smirk even if I wasn’t watching him, was he laughing at me?
“Well, of course Peter, plus, if you see something wrong while at it, you are capable of stopping by and see what’s off., and all the work that I just did, would just go to waste.” I don’t know why but I really wanted him to stay, “you can go early in the morning, before May wakes up,” he had a smile plastered on his face, it was charming, but it made me laugh internally because he looked funny with all the bandaids and glowy skin due to the pomade.
“You’ve convinced me, lets go,” I shyly smiled at him. We got inside my room and started looking in the darkness, for the pair of clothes that he had left the previous time he had crashed in, until he turned the lamp in the night stand on.
And then I hear a sizzle coming behind me, like a button had just been clicked, so I turn around and see Peter with his suit no longer fitted to his skin. I couldn’t help but stare at his body after he wiggled his arms to get it out and proceeding to hit the floor.
I continued looking for his clothes before he noticed I had been staring. I kept looking until a pair of black sweats and a grey shirt appeared in sight. So I took them out of the pile and went to give them to Peter.
I turned around and saw him sitting on the duvet with his back arched in an tired manner laying in only his boxers. I cleared my throat to make him notice me, “here, you can change in the restroom, if you want to,” but I hadn’t even finished my sentence and he turned around, already putting his sweats on, “or here…” I mumbled under my breath.
Once he had put his shirt on, I got inside the bed. He turned the lamp off and I felt the bed dip from the weight beside me, I was almost drifting asleep for the second time tonight, when I felt an arm hugging me, right in the middle of my stomach, he pulled me close until his chest and my back were touching, “good night Y/N,” he whispered in my ear, his arms holding me loosely and melting me with his warmth, “night Peter.”
And as easy as that I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. I woke up to what I felt a few hours later, I glanced with tired eyes at the clock that read 7:15 in the morning, with Peters’ body long gone…
I hope you like it, this has honestly been on my mind since like forever and it’s just somewhat a fantasy because I just think the plot is really cute, send feedback and ask for a request if you want, thank you for reading!! ♥️
This is it, that’s the epilogue. I put so much of myself in this series that I am actually a little bit sad that’s ending, but I am thinking about doing an alternative ending like I said in post that I wrote a few days ago but I’m not 100% sure about it aso let me know if you want an happy ending.
it’s been awhile since the last time, I know and I am sorry.
I keep thinking about you, about your smile, your eyes, your lips. I keep thinking about how you hugged me everyday and how you seemed to be always happy. You were the one that held the pack together.
Scott never forgave himself, he thinks that it was his fault, that he should’ve been more careful.
Lydia seemed to go back to when Allison died, she was traumatized when she saw you there, lying lifeless on the floor.
Malia went back into the forest for a while, when she came back she couldn’t remember anything about how humans live.
But the worst one was Liam, that kid really liked you. He went completely numb, he hadn’t talked for a week. He couldn’t control himself anymore on full moons, me and Scott had to hold him down multiple times.
I still remember when we brought your body to the morgue at the hospital, I think I’ve never seen Melissa scream so much. She was devastated, you were like a daughter to her.
We stopped pack meetings for a month because nobody had to deal with your death and we had to do it alone.
The others seem to be over it but I am not, and I think i never will be. It’s been eight years but I still remember you telling me that you love me. I was so stupid, I thought that you didn’t like me back, I thought that you deserve better. You did, you deserved better.
But now let’s talk about good news.
I am getting married tomorrow. She is great and beautiful. We’ve been dating for a couple of years. She makes me feel about you. She knows about you. But I lied to her, I told her that I was over you when I am clearly not.
I am happy about this decision, I really love her but I love you more. Every morning when I wake up I still hope to find you there, next to me, I hope that this is a twisted dream. But when I wake up and I realize that you are really dead I start crying. I started having panic attacks since that day, every time I wake up I struggle to breath.
I really miss you and I hope you are in a better like everyone says.
You are SO talented! Everything you write is soo cite! I was wondering what if Bakugou had a crush on one of his classmates that was short and she was very insecure abt it but never showed it hiding it behind a smile amd she was sweet to everyone? I don't know? Thankk you. :3
This was the idea I got from this request! I thought it was cute and I hope you like what I came up with!!
Thank you so much for such sweet words! You’re making me blush! (〃艸〃)
“Hey shortie! How’s the weather down there!” One of the rowdy members of class 1-C barked out suddenly at the passing girl, ever since the villain attack and the massive win at the sports festival class 1-A has gotten more and more attention. Both wanted and unwanted. Y/N who was getting called out, attempted to ignore them, she knew she was short— no one in her life would let her forget it. She couldn’t understand why her height was always center of attention, she was born this way. Why was it always a funny topic to others?
Clenching her fingers into a shaken fists, she glared over her shoulder at the others and she paused. “G-Good morning, I hope we all do our best today!” Y/N began again, smiling as brightly and as falsely as best as she could before rushing away from the snickering group. All her life has been nothing but remarks to her height, it wasn’t fair! Her mother was short, even her twin brother but they were all taller than her, so it didn’t matter. ‘Don’t ever let them see you cry!’ Izuku’s voice always echoed in her head whenever she wanted to break down, she had to run quickly. Because the moment she turned a corner, Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “S-Stupid…” she whined, her palms going to her watery eyes.
“Tch… you really are crying…” a familiar voice interrupted her sobs. The small girl looked up, feeling her eyes turn into water faucets seeing her childhood friend and fellow classmate’s ashen blonde hair through blurry tears.
“…Ka-Ka-Kacchaaaan….!” she wailed, trying to wipe away her tears but failing miserably.
Bakugo had been in the area when he overheard far too old nicknames being thrown out rather loudly, there was only one person short enough to get shit for it. Y/N Midoriya. The hothead watched the girl’s reaction intently his complete focus directed onto her and he found himself immediately following when she ran off, leaving behind a confused Kaminari, who was trying to tell Bakugo about the crazy dream he had last night. There was something off about the smile she just gave. It reminded him too much of Izuku’s when they were younger, the one he would give Bakugo, no matter how rude he was to him. It pissed him off! Plus he had seen the girl’s smile so many times in his life— there was no way that shit was real.
“Shut it! Just stop all the damn crying already and talk!” Seeing just how unraveled the girl really was pissed the blonde off further, now instead of the usual mild simmer, he was boiling mad. Class hasn’t even started yet and he hasn’t crossed paths with the other Midoriya in this forsaken school but here he was raging because this small girl was crying. Why did that piss him off so much? It was because she was weak and didn’t stick up for herself completely opposite from himself. He didn’t like weaklings, that’s why he’s so mad. Had to be the reason, he thought. But a sudden tap against his chest snapped him from his mind, his crimson irises looked down to see the girl’s fists pounding against him but he hardly felt anything when she did.
“Y-You’re so mean… Kacchan…” Y/N sniffed between words, her head hanging lower. She pulled her hands away from Bakugo and brought them back up to her face hiding it within her palms. The blonde just glared at the girl, watching everything she did so closely, studying her every move, and then his anger started to cool off while her sobs filled his ears again. She really was hurt by those nicknames, after all these years and he never knew it affected her this much. Bakugo bit at his lip some as he wracked his brain of what to do, he realized he really didn’t like to see her like this, hell this was the first time he’s seen this usually disgustingly happy girl anything but.
“Tell anybody about this….. and I’ll make sure you regret it….” Bakugo growled lowly and before the girl could even respond, Bakugo grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and pulled her into his strong, toned arms. He kept her close and hidden within his chest, allowing her finishing crying against him and she did. While this small girl sobbed, Bakugo kept silent, feeling slightly calmer than he would normally be. His crimson irises looked down at his fingers which were intertwined with her long dark green locks, they were soft. She was soft and she also smelled really, really good. ‘W-Why the hell am I thinking this crap?!’ he screamed within his head realizing he was starting to blush. “Oi…..Oi….. you done yet? …..We’re going to be late…” he managed to stamper out, patting the girl’s back gently. ‘Why am I being so gentle to stupid Deku’s sister, goddammit!’
Y/N nodded and pulled away from his body hesitantly, still nervous he actually hugged her, which he hadn’t done since they were five. She rubbed at her puffy eyes and attempted to blink, smiling now that she had gotten all that negativity out. “Tch… look at you….. idiot, let’s go!” Bakugo barked out, grabbing the girl’s wrist and dragging her back towards their classroom behind him. He was glad that she was behind because he didn’t want her to see his cheeks burning red hot. ‘Why was that hug so nice?! Why did that smile make my heart stop for a second!? I think I should go to the nurse….’ This boy was in complete denial over what he was feeling and the one mixing up his emotions was the girl of his childhood.
“B-Bakugo has Y/N hostage!” Uraraka gasped the moment Bakugo slammed into the classroom with his hand still wrapped around Y/N’s wrist. This snapped everyone’s attention on the two, also seeing as they were the last remaining students to get to class. Izuku stood up with gasp as well, but the sound he made was far from it, he’d protect his twin sister from any trouble, Kacchan included!
“If you’re dating Y/N, then Deku will be your brother someday! Hey, that’s great! Maybe you two will finally get along!” Kirishima chimed in with a toothy grin.
“W-W-What kind of stupid crap!” Bakugo screamed, feeling steam coming out of his ears not only from anger but embarrassment. His face as red as his irises. “Like hell I would get along with him!”
“So you are dating!” Kaminari and Sero asked in unison and Bakugo exploded his quirk towards them.
“H-heh…..s-s-so why are you still holding h-her ha-hand Kacchan….?” Izuku was on the verge of fainting. Anyone but Kacchan!
This is from the 390 prompt list. 225. Please and thank you! (Treebros) :)
Author: K No problem! I like the sound of this. And it’s hopefully something that you don’t immediately think of when you see that prompt with this ship.
tw: kind of minor panic attack?
225. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?”
Connor ran a hand through his hair, his breathing irregular and laboured. He sat in his car, waiting for Evan to get in so they could drive to his house. Evan had asked his mother to take a night off for Taco Tuesday, them planning to tell her that they were together. They had been for several months but had kept it on the down-low. Now that they felt they were serious about it, they were gonna tell their parents. Starting with Evan’s mother, Heidi.
When Evan eventually go tin the car, saying something about having to stay behind to speak to a teacher about a presentation he couldn’t do, Connor was on the verge of a panic attack. He was hyperventilating slightly and hadn’t noticed Evan get in the car.
Connor didn’t care about telling his parents. They adored Evan so would most likely be over the moon with the news. And even if they weren’t, he didn’t give a shit. He was nervous about Heidi. Because she was Evan’s mum whom he loved more than anything and Connor hoped she liked him. He hoped she thinks he was good enough for her little boy.
Evan started to panic slightly when he saw the state of Connor. “Oh my god, Connor. I need you to breathe, Like this,” he began to demonstrate a basic ‘in for 4, out for 4′ method. Connor attempted to replicate his breathing, only to get more worked up when he couldn’t.
Soon, Evan just grabbed both sides of Connor’s face, making him look him in the eye. “Look at me - just breathe, okay?” This seemed to snap Connor out of it, seeming to calm him down. He eventually regulated his breathing to just rather ragged, laboured breaths. Evan pecked him on the lips before leaning back in his chair. “What happened?”
Connor shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Just got a bit worked up about coming out to your mom tonight. It was nothing.”
Evan chuckled slightly. “It better have been nothing. Because my mom loves you, and even if she didn’t, she loves me. And if she sees that you make me happy, then she would be happy for us anyway. You have nothing to worry about.”
Connor threw Evan a small smile, before pulling out of his parking space and heading to his house.
so that’s that! hopefully you enjoyed, feel free to send more in!
I need to get this off my chest and I feel like you would be very understanding about this. I used to love Katya so so much. She was the only Queen I used to stam. But when I started liking other queens as well, I have come to realize how immature, obnoxious, and toxic most of her fans are. It got to the point that it drove me away from liking her at all. (1)
Anon said:When I go on YouTube to watch a video about a different queen, I would see comments like why wasn’t Katya in the video or Katya would have done a better job. They spend so much time putting other queens down to make Katya look good even though it does the opposite. I know Katya would never encourage that kind of behavior. She even said that if you’re a bad person, then you don’t know her at all and shouldn’t be her fan. Why would they think Katya loves it if they talk shit about her friends? Trixya fans attack Ginger Minj just because she called Katya her best friend as if Katya isn’t allowed to have more than one best friend. They attack Alaska for winning All Stars 2 when statistically, she does deserve that win. And these stans try so hard to talk like her that I get secondhand embarrassment for them. I want to keep stanning Katya but her fanbase is so toxic and negative which is so ironic. And when you try to call them out, they come up with these petty replies by just unoriginally quoting Katya and thinking they won the argument by just that. I hope this doesn’t offend you but I’m just so upset by this community.
okay so first of all, i’m actually happy that you chose to vent out to this blog because i know a lot of people can relate. so don’t worry, you’re not alone ! and second, i’m not at all offended by this bc i totally know where you’re coming from !! i get very annoyed by a lot of katya fans, but i tend to just tune them out. i know it’s easier said than done (especially since i also stan alaska and there is not a single alaska video out there without a katya stan ruining it) but you somehow just end up getting used to it.
i know fans are supposed to represent their faves but i think the younger ones tend to forget that. normally when i see Those Comments™, i immediately assume that they’re just written by tweens who are sadly short of creativity and that they shouldn’t be taken seriously. don’t give them your time of day, boo !! they’re def not worth the effort.
Rated M. See chapter 1 for list of warnings. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.
Summary: A deadly disease plagues the world. People are dying, the dead are rising. The infection spreads too fast to stop. Everyone tries their best to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, but things get messy for Natsu when he finds a blonde woman on one of his missions. Natsu takes it upon himself to help her, protect her, and accidentally fall in love with her? Zombie Apocalypse AU. Hurt/comfort, angst, romance.
Natsu took another deep breath, his body moving more sluggish than normal. He walked beside a few other men, all heading towards section four. They still had houses and buildings to search, hoping to find supplies and survivors.
Of course, not all survivors could be brought back. Some were too much of a threat. Natsu had never witnessed it himself, but he heard of a few Fairy Tail groups encountering ambushes or hostile people. They had lost people from them, but luckily they always came out on top. However, it was enough to make them cautious of the people they took in.
Sometimes Natsu worried the survivors on base would start to act out and break the rules, but with the help of Mavis, Laxus, and many others, Makarov was able to run a tight ship. Extra precautions were taken to ensure everyone’s safety. Not only did they lock up all the weapons that weren’t being used and ration the supplies fairly, they did checks on the people coming in to make sure they hadn’t gotten bit.
Most people had seen at least one zombie TV show or movie where a person tried to hide their bite from everyone so they could live a little longer. It always ended up the same, the infected person putting the people around them at risk when they turned.
They were doing their best to keep everything in order, covering as many possibilities as they could think of.
It helped that they were right under three months into the outbreak. In Natsu’s opinion, people hadn’t had enough time to lose their minds yet, but he knew it could still happen.
However, he hoped it wouldn’t. Fairy Tail was a relatively safe place. Everyone got fed two meals a day, weekly showers, decent laundry services, and protection. As long as their gates held up and their supplies didn’t run too low, Natsu was sure they would have less of a chance for people to freak out.
Well, that was what he thought, before he met Lucy.
Natsu shook his head, trying to get the image of Lucy crying out of his mind. She didn’t take it well when he left that morning, tearing up as soon as he said he had to leave. It wasn’t his fault she was afraid of being alone, but he still felt bad for her.
‘What the fuck happened to her to make her so messed up?’
At this point he figured he might as well directly ask her what the hell happened, seeing as she was going to cry either way.
Grinding his teeth, Natsu reminded himself he was being insensitive. Clearly something happened to her, he just didn’t know what. 'Not completely true…’ He had an idea, but he didn’t like it one bit. He couldn’t help but think of Grandeeney’s words, slowly agreeing with her more every time he saw those bruises and cuts on her skin.
“Let’s hope whatever happened isn’t as bad as I think it is. People can be cruel.”
He didn’t want to believe it, but he was suspecting Lucy was abused, probably physically and mentally. Why else was she covered in marks and couldn’t hold a real conversation? Even when she tried her best, she still couldn’t say much.
Poems // or: Dear Theodosia (Re-Reprise) (Theodosia x Philip)
Word count: 1,030
TW: unbearable fluff
hello, tis i to bring you more next generation fluff !! the poem “my dearest, theodosia” was written by me specifically for this oneshot so im sorry if it’s awful. also: i don’t own “dear theodosia” !! it’s lin’s !!! i just changed the words !!!
Theodosia pouted as Philip shut his leather bound notebook once again and walked over to the neatly packed suitcase on their bed. “Just one poem. Please?”
“Roses are red…” The young man laughed and put the notebook away, zipping the suitcase up. “No, T. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“Why? I’m your girlfriend!” the girl protested indignantly before being silenced by Philip pressing his lips to hers. She pulled away, still frowning. “My boyfriend’s a poet and he’ll show everyone else his work but me. How is that fair?” He twisted her curly hair around a finger and smiled, weakening her insides, then pressed a kiss to her nose, making the girl giggle.
“I’ll read you one soon, okay? I promise. Just not now.” Theo nodded and took his hand, which led her off the bed and to their bathroom. “Now go get ready, babe, we have a long trip ahead of us.”
“I hate you.” she grumbled, smiling.
“Love you too, T!”
• • •
“Philip!” Eliza shrieked, opening the door to her eldest son. She rushed towards him, kissing every single inch of his face and staining it with pink lipstick. Catching a glimpse of the small girl behind him, she let go of her son and went to attack her with the same treatment. “Theo! How have you been? I hope Philip hasn’t been such a bother since we last saw you two?”
“Oh, not more than I can handle,” Theodosia laughed, and hugged her back. “Happy holidays, Mrs Hamilton.”
Eliza tutted and ushered the two to the lounge, but not before she closed the front door. “Oh, Theo, I keep reminding you— none of that ‘Mrs Hamilton’ nonsense. It’s Eliza to you! Now, just place your bags down and I’ll get one of the kids to come and take them upstairs.” She made to call one of the children but Theodosia stopped her quickly.
“No need, Mrs Ham— Eliza,” she corrected herself quickly, a light blush dusting over her cheeks. “I’ll take them myself. Besides I’d like to get a little settled in.”
Eliza looked at her worriedly. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Theo, there’s no need. That’s what being the eldest entitles you to!” Philip chimed in, laughing. Eliza swatted the back of his head as Theodosia giggled, waving them both off.
“It’s no bother, really. Philip, your family must be dying to see you!”
She picked up the two suitcases, and made to go up the stairs before she was stopped by a brief kiss on the lips by her boyfriend. “Don’t be too long, okay, babe?” Theodosia nodded, smiling, and made her way to their shared room, Philip’s old bedroom.
Once inside, she closed the door and quickly started to ransack Philip’s suitcase, looking for his small leather bound notebook. She threw out clothes, shoes, an old teddy bear that Theo had given him two years ago when they started dating, — he kept that? aww. — a few books and his electronics, before huffing. She couldn’t find anything, and nearly sunk to the floor before she saw a glint of a gold clasp out of the corner of her eye.
She slid the object out carefully, and nearly screamed when she found that it was what she’d been looking for. Luckily, she had enough common sense to know that if she made a noise then her boyfriend would almost certainly make his way up there and all her hard work would’ve been for nothing; so instead she stifled her squeals of joy and unclasped the holder, flicking through the pages until she found one with the heading, 'My dearest, Theodosia’. Her eyes opened in shock, and she sat down to read, tracing the letters with her fingers.
my theodosia is the perfect symphony
her voice, a gentle harp played by angels
her hair, cascading violins
her eyes, the most enriching twinkles of pianos
her body, the skilled orchestra combined in one harmony
and when i am lost, and wandering, and searching—
she calls me back to her, and reminds me that this music, her music, her arrangement
is my home.
Theodosia gasped and raised a hand to her lips, her eyes filled with tears. He really felt this way about her? She was brought out of her inner thoughts by a voice at the door. “I, er, I’m sorry if it’s awful. I don’t know which one you’re reading but it probably is.” Philip apologized awkwardly, as a tear slipped down Theo’s face. He noticed and rushed over to her. “Shit, Theo, was it that bad?”
She shook her head, tears still leaking from her eyes. “Philip… this is beautiful. I— why didn’t you show me this?”
“I cared about your opinion. I don’t know, it’s like because I wrote it for you, you’re the one whose views actually mattered to me.” he explained weakly, still looking down. “But now that I know that you like them, I can do what I didn’t have the courage to. Go to the last page.”
Theo smiled widely when she saw the title of the last poem and blushed profusely, then started to read it out.
what to say to you?
you have your father’s eyes, and you have your mother’s name
and when you came into my life,
you smiled, and you stole my heart
i’d like to dedicate every day to you
domestic life has never quite been my style
but when you smile
you knock me out, i fall apart
and i thought i was so smart
and i know this is a silly declaration
but i’d bleed and fight for you
i’ll make things right for you
if i lay a strong enough foundation,
i’ll pass it onto you, and i’ll give the world to you
because you’ve blown me away
and i’m here to stay
When she looked up, the tears now flowing freely down her face, Philip was bent on one knee with a ring placed in his left hand, grinning. “Theo—”
“Yes.” she breathed. “Yes, a thousand times yes, Philip. I love you.”
He stood up and kissed her deeply, sliding the diamond ring onto her left hand. “I love you more.”
A/N: hellooo everyone! I decided that it was time to post one of my numerous fanfics, even though it’s still not finished. I haven’t reblogged anything about Got7, but I stan them so much it hurts! This is a fic about them, and because I’m a lazy piece of shit, if you decide to read this story and you like it, please bear with me! I think that’s mostly it for now so let’s get to the story already!
Gif’s not mine
Summary: You and your friends spend a night together, at your friend’s apartment, when a sudden event turns your lives upside down
A/N; Sorry to those waiting for new updates of my series All We Do (Sherlock x reader) I felt after eight parts in a row it was kind of getting a bit samey, so I’m mixing it up a bit, but the next part will be up soon! x
Summary: With Bucky back on the team Wanda offers to try and fix him up, it seems to be going well until it isn’t. Characters: Bucky Barnes x reader, winter soldier, Steve Rodgers, Wanda Maximoff Words: 2,087
Bucky’s ‘therapy’ of sorts with Wanda had been going well from what she said. Although I did know that he would sneak off at times to see people about the pain, something to try and numb it or just to talk. I hated that he felt he couldn’t talk to me about it. That I would wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty and the heat from his body long gone. Sometimes he could be found drinking vast amounts of strong black coffee in the kitchen, the smell following him and eventually becoming part of the sent that told me it was him. Black coffee. A slight metallic tang. Something sweet that I couldn’t quite place. Vanilla perhaps.
Request: Hi I love your writing! Can I request a Minghao scenario where he and his wife (the reader) become new parents and adjust to life with their newborn baby? I love fluff! Thank youuuu
Word Count: 1230
Member/Group: Minghao of SEVENTEEN
Summary: It was a big shock when you and Minghao announced that you were going to get married. It was an even bigger shock when you announced that you would be welcoming your first child into your family, but neither of you had expected a newborn to be such a big addition to your lives.
A/N: Hey guys, I want to do some BTS imagines so maybe send in a request for your bias in BTS. It’s not that I am sick of writing for SEVENTEEN, I just really enjoy writing about more than the same 5 people. Also, I am not even joking but pretty much every request I have is for Minghao and Jun… coughlovechinalinecough.
“Well, Mrs. Xu, I think you are ready to go home with your little boy today. Would you like us to bring (B/N) here so you can hold him while your husband finishes the last of the paperwork for the hospital?”