i really hope i can continue like this continue being stable

Christian Yu x Reader: Let Me Explain - Chapter 7 (Finale)

Chapter 1: These Seoul Streets. | Chapter 2: Uninvited Guests | Chapter 3: Confrontation | Chapter 4: Who Wouldv’e Thought?| Chapter 5: Red Roses| Chapter 6: It’s Party Time.

Chapter 7: Action.

Word count: 6023 (I’m sorry yet again lol)

Series type: Angst, Fluff.

Warnings: Bad language.

Additional Characters: DPR LIVE (Dabin) and mentions of other artists/fictional characters.

A/N: Guys it’s 5 AM, bare with me. The long awaited final chapter! Sorry for postponing I had a lot going on. Please keep in mind English is not my first language therefore there might me some spelling/grammar mistakes

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Silence Speaks

Summary: Another quiet, sweet moment between these two beans during their travels. Blank period.

A/N: Clearly I have an obsession with the subtle, fleeting moments between these two. But I think it’s in these moments that their relationship progresses the most. I wrote this in like 10 min so it’s super short but I have finals coming up in the next two weeks and this scene came to me out of no where so there’s really no context just a bunch of fluff. Let me know what you guys think, hopefully my writing is starting to improve a teeny bit!!

Sakura finishes her examination of his eyes with no new prognosis. This was good news, as it meant that Sasuke’s eyesight continued to remain stable.

They had fell into a certain comfort with one another since their travels together began to stretch into long months. As was such, the nature of this specific examination meant that she had to be close to him, and he felt no discomfort at that. He sits with his back against a wall, one knee bent and the other leg laying straight at a slight angle, allowing her room between them to be close enough in front of him to conduct her examination. He notices now that she is quiet, lingering there in her spot before him.

She takes advantage of the moment, of their close proximity to one another. They didn’t have many, so she took the opportunities when they came. Intertwining her fingers with his she begins to place soft, sweet kisses on his face. His nose, his brow, his cheek, his chin, his jaw, the corner of his lips. At first she is hesitant, unsure of whether he’d push her away, whether he’d resist her innocent gestures, be overwhelmed by her presence, by her love.

He stays still, relaxed, watching her. However, when she puts her hand on his neck, she can feel that his pulse has quickened. Pausing her actions to search his eyes for signs of anxiety or discomfort, she finds that although he seems content, she is unable to read him. She presses her lips to his forehead softly, hoping that her thoughts and emotions can be conveyed to him in this small and simple way. She loves him with her whole being. She’d give, do, be anything for him. She was his and always would be, whether he decided to take her or not.

It’s like he can feel her love emanating from her body, warming the places where her skin touched his. The texture of their calloused hands pressed together, her knee accidentally brushing against his inner thigh, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, the soft skin of her lips leaving warm traces of her over the contours and angles of his face. With each kiss, he feels as though she imparts a small piece of her own soul to him, pressing to him the feelings that cannot be manifested into words. She loves him, deeply. He can undoubtedly confirm this, and that makes his heart begin to pace faster.

What had he done to deserve a love so pure, so selfless? In all of the things he saw her do, Sakura gave a piece of herself. Feeling that intention was an entirely different, and new, experience. She had endless love, and she was willing, no, wanting to pour it into him. All he had to do was accept.

She pulls back from the forehead kiss, looking into his gaze once more, searching his mismatched eyes for her answer. He tightens his grip on her hand, deciding that he would accept her feelings, that he’d do anything to protect those feelings, that he would nurture his own feelings for her and allow them to continue to grow. He would return her intentions, because he was grateful to her for never giving up on him. He would take her as she was, because there was no other way he’d have her. He’d protect that innocence and purity in her character. He was determined to make her happy, the way she had just made him.

He makes the connection, realizing that this is the reason behind his elevated heart rate. It seems as though Sakura reaches the same conclusion moments later, as she begins to smile at him. Try as he might to suppress it, this silent affirmation between them brings a faint blush to his cheeks, and he has to resist the urge to turn away from her. He’d had moments of vulnerability in front of her, but none of this magnitude.

She pulls gently away from his hold on her hand, replacing both hands on his cheeks. His hand naturally finds its way to the small of her back, his pull on her as undeniable as gravity. Rubbing her thumb across his skin lovingly, her face is brought closer to his. Her lips hover in front of his momentarily before he closes the space between them.

She was his, that much was true. She’d learn in time that he was also unquestionably hers.

The Lucky One Pt 4

Characters: reader, Marjorie (reader’s mom), Bucky (James), OC Kevin Jenkins, OC Caleb, mention of a certain other Avenger.

Summary: As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

Warnings: a little angst, SO MUCH FLUFF, ex being a jerk. Super light violence? Maybe? Tiny cliffhanger. 

Word Count: 3.7k (this one got away from me, but you’ll see why :D )

A/N: Eee!! So excited about this part! Originally for Stark Tower’s Movie Challenge, which has ended, but I’m continuing on my own just for fun. I chose the movie “The Lucky One” and I’m really excited about it! Please let me know your thoughts, whether you’ve see the movie or not, I appreciate your feedback!! :)

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Originally posted by snowfox934


“I don’t know much about my family. They’ve been gone for a while.”

Feeling a tug at your heart, you felt badly for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

He put on a brave smile, meeting your eyes. “It happens. Thanks again. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night,” you replied, offering a smile in return. You watched his figure retreat into the dark and then closed the door behind you. It was only after he was gone that you realized tomorrow was Sunday and his day off. Would he actually show up and refuse a day free from work again? You couldn’t allow that. There were labor laws, after all. And yet…part of you hoped to see him sooner than Monday. Knowing him only a few weeks, the man was still a mystery, but each clue given had you aching for more.  


The morning sun rose crisp and clear on Sunday, your ears tuned to any outdoor noises. Unexpected disappointment creeped into your mind to find silence. You had become accustomed to the early sounds of James sawing, hammering, or tossing bales of hay onto the ground outside the stables this early. You weren’t really surprised, given that it was Sunday, but the promised words of “See you in the morning” echoed in your mind from last night.

Shaking off this odd feeling, you climbed out of bed and pulled on a cozy sweater before descending the stairs toward the kitchen. Soon you had pancakes on the griddle and all the other breakfast fixin’s on the table. The delicious smells roused the rest of the house, soon hearing your mother’s shuffling feet along with the frantic scamper of your energetic boy approaching.

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Ties That Bind - Part 3: More Than Meets the Eye

Characters: (AU: first names are as in the show renaming a few last names to fit my story): Reader (Y/N Harvelle), Castiel Novak, Claire Stanford, Crowley McCloud, Eileen Leahy, Kristine Chambers, Timothy Chambers, Officer Fitzgerald, Officer Tran, Meg Masters, Gabriel Benedict, Pamela Barnes, Charlie Bradbury, Chuck Shurley, Detective Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sonny Gibbons, John Winchester, Ben Braeden (mentioned), Jo Harvelle (mentioned) 

Pairing: Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of character death/murder (sorta), Mention of abuse,

Word Count: 4300ish

A/N: Thanks to @blacktithe7 for betaing and helping me rework this series.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


It had taken you a few days to start to feeling back to normal at work, but you were getting there. Cas had been great. He had stayed over that night and watched cheesy old movies with you and made you forget how terrified you had felt. He had made sure all off your shifts were with each other for the next couple of weeks, and he had driven you too and from work and hung out with you after ever since that night 5 days ago. He was your best friend, and he had really shown you why these past few days. You weren’t sure you would have made it through the experience so fast if it hadn’t have been for him.

You had spent a lot of your time at work with Claire since then. You felt like you owed it to her to find her a new home, safely away from her dad. She had saved you just as much as Cas had that night, and you needed to return the favor. Claire was worried about the upcoming meeting, even though it was almost a month away, and her fear started to show in how she did in school. You talked to her teachers and spent every afternoon or evening shift you had with her doing homework or taking her away from The Clouds and all her worries. You went shopping and to the movies, and you enjoyed watching Claire be the carefree happy teen she deserved to be.

Today you had picked her up after school and took her shopping. You were both still laughing when you got back to The Clouds, and Cas greeted you with a smile.

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Picking Favorites

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader // Bucky Barnes, Nat Romanov, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson.

Warning: Language – otherwise just silly, goofyness.

Meeting the Avengers in the bar, as a fan you already know your favorite, but when they ask you don’t get a chance to answer before they get lost in their own argument of who’s better.

Tony lets out a low whistle as he sets his drink down, his eyes on the girl moving across the bar.

“Well than,” Nat’s eyebrows shoot up.

“What?” Steve looks around.

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Home - Part 2 - Bruce Banner X Daughter!Reader


Send in questions for my Q&A, and send as many as you want about anything! Nothing is too personal.



Summary: You start settling in with the Avengers and in the Stark Tower as you now live with your dad, Bruce. Your first day turns into more of an adventure than you expected as you and Peter risk getting late for school.

Warnings: None.

Words: 4 343 (Longest thing I’ve ever written!)

A/N: This is part 2 because I loved the request so much and the idea for the story! This is also very long which I don’t personally mind! Hope you like it and please tell me if you want more of this!

Originally posted by mostlycap

“And here is the op-room.” Peter said and opened up the door to show a room filled with a dozen screens, both big and small. In the middle there was a table which also appeared to be a screen, chairs circling it. “Here we plan our missions and a bunch of other stuff. Don’t use the big screen for watching TV though…”

She was about to ask whether he warned her because he had personal experience or not when he shut the door and continued the tour. She was thankful for that he showed her around to say the least. The Tower was massive and she really didn’t want to get lost inside the place where she lived.

“And here we have Bruce’s lab- I mean, your dad’s lab.” Peter corrected himself, calling Bruce someone’s dad being more than strange to him. He shook his head clear and opened up the door.

Y/N stepped inside. Peter tried to stop her from entering from being told not to go inside any of the labs himself without specific permission, but she was out of his reach. She looked around the room which was kept tidy and organized. It reflected her dad perfectly if one knew where to look and what to look for. Peter just saw a room. Y/N could see traces of her dad everywhere.

“You’re quite good with all of this, aren’t you?” Peter asked as she continued further inside the spacious laboratory.

She looked back at him and watched him motion around him to the various screens, tools and machines that spotted the lab.

“I mean obviously you are, considering how you got the scholarship for C.U’s annual Future Scientist recognition.” Peter rolled his eyes as he now found that his question had been rather stupid.

“I’d like to think I am, but you should never grade your own capability. You either think too highly of yourself or you completely misjudge your work.” She said the same thing her biology professor had told her the first week of high school. For some reason, it had stuck with her. Perhaps it had left such a big impact since she had always been judged at home and therefor she had done it herself? She couldn’t put a finger on it.

Peter blinked a few times, taken back by her words of wisdom. “Well, I’m still going to go ahead and guess that you are because of what I just said, and because of what I’ve seen in school.”

As she was about to return the kind words, the door to the lab opened up and Tony stepped inside with a folder in his hand. He stopped in his track as he realized the room wasn’t empty or occupied by Dr. Banner himself.

“What are you two doing snooping around here? Or you, at least?” He nudged his head at Peter who froze, opening and closing his mouth in search of words. “Could you leave for a minute, Spidey?”

Peter was heading for the door before Tony could even finish his sentence. Y/N remained put, swallowing down her worry and anxiousness.

Tony turned towards her as Peter was out of the lab, laying down the file in his hand on the nearby desk. “Banner…” He said seriously before letting out a small chuckle. “It sounds strange to call you that and not your old man.”

“Well, it’s only been nine hours since you first met me, so…” She looked down at the watch around her wrist to count the hours exactly. “Maybe it’s not so strange?”

“Maybe not.” He smiled, walking further into the lab and stopping by one of the screens which was off. “You look an eerily a lot like your father, yet you still manage to be pretty somehow. It takes a real miracle to do something like that.”

“Don’t say that in front of him.” She warned jokingly.

“You’re a lot like him too, personality wise, I mean… Hopefully you don’t mind, but… I might have looked you up.” Tony confessed, glancing back to her. She didn’t know what he could have found, but she liked to believe she had nothing to hide. Of course, it’s always easy to say that when you can’t recall if you have something worth hiding.

Tony suddenly made the screen before him light up and pulled its image to the center of the lab in the shape of a hologram. On the screen there was a picture of Y/N two years prior, smiling widely and holding a chrome statue in her left hand and shaking her right one with a middle aged man.

“That’s you and Preston Lance, chief executive officer of GAST, or Global Association of Science and Technology, as they’re also known as… You received their award for Brightest Mind. That’s one of the most difficult awards they give out, and you’re just a high school student.”

He turned towards her, squinting slightly like he was thinking about doing something. Y/N didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know Tony apart from the little she had managed to catch from the news and local papers. To be honest, she knew a lot more about Iron Man than Tony Stark.

“What does the total mass-energy contain according to the standard model of cosmology?”

“4.9% ordinary matter, 26.8% dark matter and 68.3% dark energy.” She answered before her brain had barely processed what Tony had just asked her.

“How many grams of Astatine-211 can be found in the earth’s crust at a time?” He continued.

“Trick question. Neither Astatine-211 or the most stable isotope, Astatine-210, can be found naturally. Approximately one gram appears in earth’s crust at a time and it consists of the isotopes -215, -217, -218 and -219.” She answered confidently, tilting her head with a faint smile.

“How many watts does the sun produce a second.”

“3.8 times 10 to the power of 33.” She answered again, knowing she was right and never doubting it.

Tony kept watching her, amazed. “How is it that a high school senior know things like that like the back of her hand? And don’t tell me it’s because you’re interested.”

“It is to some degree.” She admitted, glancing up at the picture of her receiving the GAST award. “I’m not that cunning in the field of human anatomy and more specifically in genetics, but I have to believe that I’ve gotten my brains from Bruce… I became interested at an early age, and as I didn’t have any friends to worry about or a mom that supported me, I spent as many hours I possibly could in school or with school work. Before I knew it, I was head deep in science fair projects and math equations, and I loved it.”

Tony looked down at the floor, feeling bad for asking. “I promise you’ll find support here.” He assured her to her surprise. She didn’t think he would be so kind so openly to what essentially was a stranger. “Did Bruce show you your workshop?”

She stuttered at first, still a bit surprised by his words. “Ehm, no. He haven’t gotten around to it.” She answered and watched as Tony removed the projectile screen and began to head out of the lab.

“Then let me.” He held the door open for her and motioned further down the hallway. “When Bruce asked me for a free place to work I though he was going to get an assistant, like he has said he has needed a few times, so I hope you don’t mind working close to your dad.”

Tony stopped outside of the next door in line after her dad’s lab, gesturing her to enter. She could feel her heart begin to accelerate as she reached her hand out for the door handle, opening slowly.

Inside was a lab equal in size to her dad’s. It was free of miscellaneous items and clutter and was a clean slate for her to fill with whatever her heart desired, she imagined. “This is too much.” She said breathlessly, walking inside with eager steps.

Tony shook his head. “I don’t know if you didn’t hear yourself about thirty seconds ago, but a mind as bright as yours deserves somewhere where thoughts can be processed into projects. Plus, have you seen the size of this place? You can have five more workshops and labs if you so wished.”

She didn’t know what to say. The closest thing to a lab she had ever had was her old bedroom, which had been far from suitable to build all the things she wanted to build.

Her eyes roamed over a long desk when she noticed her portable generator laying on top of it. She pointed at it, clueless. “That’s my-”

“Generator.” Tony completed her sentence. He walked up to the desk and picked the mechanism up, taking a closer look at it again. “I brought it here on your dad’s request. I have to say, I’m impressed. How does it work?”

She smiled wider, more than willing to explain. She had never had someone that wasn’t a teacher of hers asking about her projects. Her mom despised them, had even destroyed a few in hatred, and no one else had cared either.

“It’s pretty much self running. All it needs is a spark to ignite the engine and it’s off.”

“How strong of a spark?”

“1.2 usually does the trick, so I use simple AA batteries to power it up, then the magnets begin to accelerate until it reaches a capacity of about 250 volts, so I used to have it for my computer.” She explained and pointed to the areas she spoke about, removing the removable shell on one of the side to show the actual generator within.

“That’s amazing…” Tony looked at the generator and at the unique mechanism she had constructed. “Better magnets, a bigger spark, and this thing could supply a lot more than a computer.”

“Actually, now that you mention it…” She dug out her phone from her pocket and searched for the image of a more sustainable and powerful version of her generator which she had designed. “I made this.”

As she leaned over to Tony to show her the small screen, Tony suddenly reached his hands out before her and somehow managed to make her old phone project into the air. She wasn’t going to ask how he could possibly do that. She would simply accept the fact that he could and that he had.

She cleared her throat. “I’m thinking that two EM’s would replace the regular magnets and that the copper wires should be replaced with tungsten wiring.”

“Copper is easier to work with and a lot cheaper.” Tony argued, scratching his chin as he concentrated.

“True, but since this version would use electromagnets, the wiring needs to be able to take some heat.”

Tony raised his brows, pouting out of approval and impressiveness. “And if something can take the heat…”

“It’s tungsten.” She nodded when the door suddenly opened once again and Bruce walked in.

“Look at you, already working with the big boss.” He smiled, putting his hands in the pockets of his open lab coat and walking through the doorframe.

“She’s a wonder child.” Tony stated, moving the screen around in the air to turn it towards Bruce. “Look at this.”

Bruce fumbled to quickly put on his glasses, examining the detailed prototype Y/N had drawn, his eyes slowly widening. “You did this?” He looked through the screen to his daughter.

“It’s the same concept as my current generator, just with a few upgrades I couldn’t afford when making the one I have.” She smiled nervously, hoping that the smartest man she knew and one on an equally as high level would like her design.

“It’s incredible.” Bruce nodded his head up and down. “You should make this whenever you have the time for it.”

The door opened, again, and Peter was back. He hesitantly peaked his head inside. “I’m sorry, I know I’m not supposed to be in here-”

“This is my workshop.” Y/N cut him off. “You can be here if you like.”

Peter tried not to smile, tried to hide his joy, but it was difficult. His mind was in other places however and he didn’t have time to focus on where he was allowed to be and where he wasn’t. He had to focus on where he needed to be.

“Thanks, but we really need to leave…” He ushered, waving his hands as if asking her to hurry up.

“What? Where- oh god… School.” She realized, eyes snapping down to her watch only to realize that school started in half an hour and the subway from Manhattan to Forest Hills would take forty minutes alone. “I’ve never been late!”

Y/N practically ran for the door, flying by Bruce in pure panic.

“Mr. Stark-”

“For the hundredth time Peter, I’m not giving you a ride to school in the Quinjet.” Tony didn’t even let Peter finish his sentence as he already knew what the teen would say.

“Dad, I can’t be late.” Y/N stopped by the door, hands flying into her hair in frustration.

“Just report in sick?” Tony suggested like it was no big deal. Bruce knew his daughter however and knew she would never want to lie about being sick.

“Come on Y/N, I’ll fix it somehow.” Peter suddenly changed his attitude, becoming calmer. Puzzled and still in panic, she simply left her workshop with Peter. As the door closed, he grabbed a hold of her arm and began to run down the hall, pulling her with him.

“What are you doing?” She protested but still followed behind him.

He smiled, taking two steps at a time as they came to the stairs. “I’m hurrying to get to school.”

“Were not going to make it.” She explained, wondering if Peter simply refused to believe that fact or if he was planning on defying Tony.

He let go as they came to the floor of everyone’s rooms but she kept up with him still. He opened up the door to his own room, running inside whilst she slowed down for a second, even more lost as she watched him open up his wardrobe. He carelessly pulled his shirt off and she quickly cleared her throat, reminding him she was still there.

“Oh- I… Just look away for a second…” He laughed nervously and continued to strip after Y/N had turned the other way. Her heart was racing both from running and from stressing. She had never missed school or been late with the only exception being three days in fourth grade when she had the flu. As school was the only thing that had been truly consistent in her life as well as her major interest, it meant a lot to her, more than most people realized. She didn’t know what she would do if she was late, no matter how dramatic that sounded.

“Okay…” Peter dragged out and Y/N slowly began to turn around. As her eyes landed on him, her mouth dropped.

“Holy…” She gasped, bluntly approaching and placing her hand on Peter’s chest to feel the material of his Spider-Man suit. He had yet to put on the mask that was in his hand, but she didn’t care about seeing the complete look. She was interested in the technical aspect of his attire. “That’s epic.”

Peter smiled again, the right corner of his mouth quirking up. “I’ll let you try it on some time, but as of right now, this is your ride to school.” He motioned up and down his body. She removed her hand and looked up into his eyes but they were covered quickly as he put the mask on. It was loose and baggy, and she was about to comment on its design, when the material suddenly stretched to a perfect fit.

“Okay…” Her smile disappeared. “That’s not even funny. That’s too cool.”

“Alright Y/N! Thank you very much, but like you, I also don’t want to be late for school. Forget going by train. We’re going by rooftops today.” He walked to the large window of his room, grabbing his backpack along the way.

“You’re going to carry me?” She questioned as she saw him hold out his arm, more than against the idea. “You’re going to swing around rooftops… With me? No way… You’re going to drop me!”

“I won’t! Look… I may not look like much, but I swear on my own life that I will not drop you.” His tone was too sincere for her not to believe him. Somehow for some reason, she trusted him. She barely knew him when they were only in school together and hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know him any more in the nine hours she had spent in the Stark Tower, but she trusted him. She had seen footage of what Spider-Man could do. She would be fine, no matter if she believed that herself or not.

“Okay…” She gave in, letting out a shaky breath. “But wait… What about my face?”

Peter pulled his head back. “What about it?”

“It’s rather unmasked, if you can’t tell.” She waved her hand in front of her face as the last piece of the puzzle fell into place for Peter.

“Oh! Right, right… Ehm…” He looked around the room, practically hearing a ticking clock in his head that made it no easier for him to calm down. Finally, his eyes landed on a black beanie on the floor. He snatched it and walked to his desk, cutting out two, rough, holes for her eyes close to the rim. “Here.”

She pulled it on without question. The material reached the bridge of her nose and her eyes aligned with the holes well enough. She looked up at Peter. “Do I look like a superhero now?” She smiled, Peter doing the same even if she couldn’t tell.

“Absolutely.” He nodded before walking back to the window and opening it up. A gush of wind welled inside. Peter walked out on the steep ledge and motioned for her to follow. She was scared, she wouldn’t lie, but she somehow managed to keep that to herself as she grabbed her bag and walked forward.

She stepped out on the ledge and carefully moved to the side so Peter could join her and close the window. The busy streets of New York were small lines a gut-wrenching ninety three floors below them, the cars seeming no larger than ants.

“Are you ready?” Peter asked and without processing the true meaning of what “ready” meant in that moment, she nodded. She didn’t have time to mentally prepare herself. She had algebra in twenty five minutes and 8.6 miles to cross before that. “Okay, I’m going to wrap my arm around you.”

She felt his arm snake around her back underneath her backpack, his hand holding onto her waist strongly. Without hesitation she wrapped both her arms around his chest, locking her hands together so harshly that her knuckles were turning white.

“Alright, just see it as a bandaid. It’s better to just get it over with.” Peter warned her and Y/N couldn’t take the anticipation any longer.

“Just go Peter, damn it!”

He leaned his weight forward and they tipped of the ledge. She held her breath, softly shutting her eyes and letting the breath out as a hollow feeling filled her stomach. As she heard a whistling noise she opened her eyes, seeing a long string shooting out of the small bracelet around Peter’s wrist and striking the corner of a nearby rooftop. They swung down a street with tall buildings on either side of them, Peter constantly shooting and cutting loose the strings that carried them forward.

She was surprised by how effortlessly he carried them both, especially since it became extra heavy in the constant swinging due to the g-force kicking in accordingly. She felt her fear leave her body as she could tell that Peter would keep his promise of not dropping her. She felt herself smile involuntarily as they flew across rooftops and between buildings like something out of a bizarre dream.

She let out a long “woo” of excitement, going through what she guessed would be the closest thing to flying she would ever experience, and loving every second of it. Peter laughed, swinging them up once more as they approached the Queensboro Bridge.

“I’ve got this!” He yelled to make his voice heard as they came closer and closer to the water. As the bridge structure became the only thing for Peter to grip onto, he shot his web at one of the two, closest, pillars. She tightened her grip around him as they began to lower in altitude, Peter clearly aiming to go underneath the bridge and not across it.

They flew only a few feet above the water and as the web got wrapped around the bridge itself, they began to fly up, creating a full circle around the structure. He did the same thing for the next set of pillars until they were across.

She had a hard time believing that she wasn’t dreaming. They were already in Queens. If they had taken the train, they wouldn’t even be halfway off Manhattan. The wind howled around her, her body feeling light whenever Peter would heave he two of them upwards. It was so surreal that she would have pinched herself if she hadn’t clung to Peter so fanatically.

“Forest Hill in sight!” Peter called out and pointed to the distance in between cutting loose the previous string and quickly shooting out a new one.

Y/N could see the green patch which was Flushing Meadows Corona Park for sure, meaning they weren’t far away at all. She stretched her neck forward slightly to try and see her watch which was hiding slightly behind Peter’s chest. She managed to get a glimpse of it, not knowing the exact time by the minute, but guessing their journey had taken about twenty minutes instead of the forty plus it would have taken with normal traveling means.

As they came up to the same block as their school, Peter squeezed his hand at Y/N’s waist to get her attention. “Just hold on!”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She squeezed her arms around Peter as he continued to hold onto the web which was a bit longer than the other ones. They swung close enough to the street below that Y/N could see every pedestrian turning up to look into the sky.

Peter kept holding on as they began to swing further up and all the way until their speed began to decrease. It was all Peter’s plan however. They came up to the side of a building and due to his expert timing, the string of web began to swing them back as if had reached its highest point when they were a few inches above the roof.

Peter landed softly and carefully placed Y/N down. She withdrew her arms from him as he did the same with her. He removed his mask, smiling awkwardly as he realized how close they had been to one another. She thought of it to, but she was too happy to be shy and awkward. To Peter’s surprise, and partially her own, she wrapped her arms around him again but hugged him instead of clinging onto him for her life.

His cheeks flushed red instantly, his body frozen through out the entire hug. She took a step back, removing her own mask and adjusting her hair. “Thank you.”

“Ah- no problem.” He stuttered, watching her as she inspected her makeshift mask.

“I’m gonna keep this.” She waved the ruined beanie in her hand, letting out a small chuckle. “I might need a ride home.”

He huffed, shaking his head with a big smile. He thought she would have been different. She was so quiet in class, dull, seeming so insanely focused on her studies. He would have though she would squeal and squirm during the entire time that he took her to school in his Spider-Man way, but she had loved it. Anyone who could have seen them would have been able to tell that she had. He was pleasantly surprised.

“You should probably change.” She said, looking up and down his body which was still tightly wrapped in his suit.

“Probably.” He agreed, putting down his backpack on the gravel roof and digging out his clothes. He threw on his normal attire on top of his suit, making sure that it was hidden completely underneath before picking his bag up again. “Alright, there’s a fire escape over here.”

He wakes to the edge of the roof to where multiple ladders and platforms on the side of building created a perfect way down.

“You’ve done this before, I take it?” She questioned as he seemed to know exactly where to go. He helped her to get down to the first ladder as he nodded.

A few times…” He confessed, not wanting to even begin to guess how many times it had really been. He wasn’t the best at keeping track of time. More times than not he found himself having too little time to get to school. Since Tony or anyone else refused to dust off the Quinjet, he was left no other choice but to suit up.

He waited until she was on the second ladder until he too began to climb down. They made it down safely, the pedestrians on the street outside of the alley they came down still looking up in hopes to see Spider-Man again.

“Come on, this way.” Peter pulled at her arm slightly and pointed to the back of the building. She followed him around the back to a second alley which they emerged from, their school in front of them.

“Five minutes to go.” She smiled after looking down at her watch, merging with the waves of students that headed for the entrance. They headed inside themselves, blending in with the crowd perfectly. She couldn’t help but be curious as to what everyone around her could be up to without her knowing. She had just gotten a lift to school from Spider-Man, and no one but Peter knew. It made her wonder.

She stopped by her locker and quickly grabbed her algebra book before following Peter to his locker. He grabbed his English book, silently wishing he would have had algebra with Y/N instead of English on his own.

“How about we meet at lunch?” She suggested as they walked by one another’s side down the crowded hallway. She hoped she wasn’t pushing their friendship forward too fast. She had never really had friends, which to some degree had been her own choice, but she had not had them nevertheless. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to act or what to say when it came to Peter, but she simply went with the flow and hoped that it would suffice.

Peter didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t exactly the popular guy. Having someone so smart and kind who knew him both as Peter and Spider-Man, who loved to fly along skyscrapers and willingly took extra science lessons, was almost too good to be true.

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Originally posted by harryesque

Hi!! so I submitted this to @17-blackaf a while back, but I thought I would post it on here. This is one of my favorite pieces I've written, so hopefully, you enjoy :)

solo!harry (lol)

warnings: themes of loneliness. fluffy though. 

word count: 1,663

summary: Harry is feeling out of place with the band going on hiatus but Y/N helps him see clearly

From the outside looking in, you’d assume nothing but the best was going on in Harry’s life. He was so positive and so cheerful, a smile constantly spread across his face. He loved talking to people, he loved helping people, and he just seemed to love life. Though he lived a lavish yet domestic life, every aspect of him was imperfect in the most human way possible. She was convinced that that was exactly what everyone had fallen for, the simple human qualities that the rest of the world’s population seemed to be lacking. He had feelings that he wasn’t afraid to feel, he cared for other humans, and he believed that everyone was an equal. Something about genuine appreciation for life and for others seemed like such a rare occurrence in the world we live in, and as sad as admitting that is, she was drawn to his bright light.

She had noticed things weren’t all right within him a long time ago. She simply ignored his constant, and sometimes silent, variations of I’m okay to make sure that he knew that she cared. It almost seemed like he didn’t want her help; constantly busy helping everyone else. For a short time, he even had her convinced that he was in fact, stable and sane. But everyone knows that is impossible. Even Harry.

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anonymous asked:

A youtuber named Tarmack recently made a video titled "Video Games Are Not Too Expensive To Make" as a rebuttal to claims that microtransactions are necessary to keep games profitable. He goes through the public information on Activision, EA, and Ubisoft in the last seven years, and saw that the costs for everything is going down (except for a sudden upward trend for Activision after the King merger). Do you have anything to counteract Tarmack's arguments/evidence?

I watched the video. He somewhat glosses over the most important element - the number of game releases per publisher per year is dropping at a pace that far outstrips the decline in overall development and marketing cost. The trend downward on R&D + Marketing costs is fairly flat (~20-25% drop over 6 years), but the number of releases in his graph has fallen between ~66 to ~80% (EA went from ~30 releases in 2010 to fewer than 10 in 2016). That’s a huge drop in the number of games being released on an annual basis. Just think about it mathematically. Let’s say that the total development + marketing costs in 2010 was $1 billion. Let’s say that there were 30 games released in 2010. That would be an average spend of $33 million per game. Now consider 2016. The total cost has dropped from $1 billion to $750 million (-25% drop). The number of games released has also dropped to 10 releases in the year. That’s an average spend of $75 million per game - more than doubling in cost. When Tarmack posits the question “Have they really gone up that much?” the answer is “YES”.

The number of publishers has increased, but the number of titles the average publisher releases has decreased to about half what it was in 2010.

This is super important, and Tarmack doesn’t seem to have gotten the most crucial bit of it. Here’s what he’s missing - revenue is not evenly distributed over games published. Take a look at this graph - it’s from EEDAR’s video game data presentation.

The top earning 50% of games earns something like 98% of the revenue. The top 10% of games earn around 60-70% of the revenue. The cream of the crop, the best 2%, pull in around 30% of all revenue. If you’ve got those hits, congratulations! Your investors are happy! You can even lean into them and get more, because [people love the games and want more of the them]. And if not, then it sucks because the investors will drop your stock and you’ve got to cut costs to try to keep them from bailing. The above chart shows why video games a very hit-driven industry. This is why publishers have decreased the number of games they are funding. If you know that 50% of games won’t make any money, you might as well not fund quite so many of them. By focusing additional resources after launch on the games that do well, publishers can keep things much more stable. Post-launch content is far less risky than new projects because you can cancel those plans if the game doesn’t do well, and you can put more into it if it performs above expectations, while an entire new game is just inherently riskier and more expensive to develop. Microtransactions and post-launch support mitigate our risk while giving players more of the games they want.

Tarmack’s conclusion is “Publishers can still be profitable if they go back to making lots of games”. Sure, they can… but that system sucked for us developers and it sucked for publishers. Starting up studios is expensive - finding a location, setting up facilities, utilities, taxes, and all that costs a lot. Hiring people is expensive - paying people to relocate, signing bonuses, developer ramp-up time, taxes, benefits, etc. Getting rid of employees en masse is expensive - they almost all get severance packages where you have to pay them at least one or two months of salary just for firing them. Even going back to 2007, if the game wasn’t a big hit, the game was probably a huge failure and we’d face massive layoffs. There were tons of games being made, but we devs were beholden to the boom and bust nature of the industry. At least now we can actually supplement today’s games with new content and support them for longer. Back then, if we didn’t hit the home run sales numbers, that was it - we’d all fear for our jobs. Now, we don’t need to hit such high numbers as long as enough of the players we get keep playing our games, and that’s a factor of us continuing to produce quality content for them.

Think back about it some - what did you players actually get out of it? Loads of television and movie licensed titles. Middle-of-the-road titles that weren’t particularly popular - your Army of Twos, Medal of Honors, Bloodraynes, Spider-man games, Tony Hawk games, Kane and Lynches, Turoks, etc. There were a lot of titles and a lot of failures that looked promising, or ended up being mediocre to decent games that made enough to justify trying a sequel, but didn’t really stand out as much. Is that really what you want to go back to? Instead of getting additional content for the games you do like, you’d just have to move on to the next and hope the sequel two or three years down the line would have more of what you wanted. 

Could we make games without microtransactions? Probably. We could adjust budgets and other stuff to bring costs down. We could raise base prices on games. That would probably have some weird side effects few people predicted, but that could work. But there’s not enough of a value proposition for us to do so. It wouldn’t earn us more money. It wouldn’t grant us better working conditions. It wouldn’t let us continue development on projects we like. It wouldn’t even stop players from complaining - there have been complaints about games since time immemorial. All it likely would do is have the critics who despise them turn and criticize us for something else. 

Lots of players actually enjoy microtransaction content. The number one correlating factor for microtransaction sales is number of hours played. The more people play, the more they are willing to drop a few bucks on a game they like. The biggest spenders are those who spend more than 5 hours a week playing that game. If they hated them so much, why would they keep doing it? Why does the percentage of players spending money on microtransactions keep rising? We’re actually looking at around 40-50% of players who are buying microtransactions now, the vast majority of whom are small spenders. The reason we make games with microtransactions is because it makes things better overall for both us and for players. Players get continued support for games they really like, and we get better working conditions and more stable jobs. 

If somebody wants to discuss the specifics of microtransactions on a case-by-case basis with me, I’d be totally happy to do so. I’ll be the first to agree that there are some predatory and negative practices out there, and I’d be happy to see them stopped. But if somebody wants to go with a blanket “all microtransactions are bad” stance, I’d say that the facts are pretty against them on that one. There’s a huge difference between “All microtransactions are bad” and “Let’s find a way of handling microtransactions that’s a value add for everyone involved”. I don’t think it’s impossible, just like I didn’t think it was impossible to have a good console first person shooter back in the 90s, and like I don’t think it’s possible to have a console real time strategy game. It’s just a question of finding how to do it right, rather than giving up altogether.

PS. You know how Tarmack holds up Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice as a role model for the rest of us to emulate? Despite all of its critical praise, even after three months, even after selling at a higher rate than expected, the game still hasn’t broken even yet. The lion’s share of a game’s sales are within the first three months. I really hope it does become profitable; the guys at Ninja Theory deserve success for their efforts. I want all games to succeed. But it should be a sobering thought. Making games is hard, yo.

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The New Pack ~ Part 6

Some things will always be eternal.

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A/N: I’m both sorry and pleased to say that this is the final part of the series, for now. (Maybe I’ll write a sequel after Season 6.) Thank you all for liking it so much, I never expected it to turn out so good! I also want to dedicate this last chapter to @ligthngale​, hope you like it darling! *3*

”How is she? Will she make it?” Scott asked his mom when he met her at the hospital the same evening the guys had come with you. Melissa was standing outside the room where you laid, looking through the small window on the door, you were barely alive, your pulse was low and your healing process were slow.

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ha sungwoon - demigod!au; apollo

Originally posted by woojinnies

  • he thinks hes cool but in reality hes a loser/dork 
  • is best friends with noh taehyun from the hermes cabin and they’re both loving playing pranks
  • like during capture the flag, they’re in charge of setting traps but they do more then just set simple traps
  • they always do stupid things like leave a trail of whoopee cushions in the river and it pissed off guanlin, the child of hephaestus, so much that he burned the ends of their shirts
  • they tried to prank the demeter cabin by mowing the roof but it would just grow back on its own??? and the two of them are extremely confused but they keep trying to mow it?? 
  • and thats when you come out you’re even more confused
  • “uhm, excuse me, what are you guys doing to our roof??” 
  • “we just thought the grass on your roof was getting long!” sungwoon laughed 
  • “so were mowing it!” taehyun finished 
  • “why? it’s just gonna grow back? its charmed?”
  • it doesn’t help that you’re a newer camper too so you’re just really really confused at this point 
  • and your head counselor, lee euiwoong comes out angrily 
  • “leave our roof alone! you always do something stupid to our home okay just go away our mom ended up charming it you idiots, we’re gonna end up planting velociraptors if you keep going up there”
  • and they’re snickering as they come down but you’re kinda just ???? like whats so funny ??? 
  • when you have that confused look on your face sungwoon frowns and hes about to speak but euiwoong got a head start 
  • “those two are the stupid pranksters of this camp. i mean all the hermes campers love to pull pranks but these two just get so into it. just ignore them” euiwoong rolls eyes and is about to push you in the cabin to finish the tour 
  • “god you demeter kids are soo booooring, laugh a little jeez” taehyun starts 
  • “but i don’t get it, whats funny??” your face is deadpan is too. 
  • euiwoong hold his laughter but taehyun can see him grinning and glares at him 
  • sungwoon kinda just sits their, a little distracted, cause you’re just kinda, sorta, really, jeongmal jeongmal jinjja daebak real heol wanjeon pretty. 
  • like flowers are literally blooming behind you and there’s a flower in your hair as tradition of all demeter new comers
  • “c’mon lets go sungwoon, euiwoongs being a meanie again” taehyun sticks his tongue out at him 
  • did i just start a euiwoong and taehyun ship??
  • and sungwoon is just looking behind him, watching you go back into the demeter cabin as hes getting dragged away mumbling an “uh oki” 
  • and hes just sorta mesmerized by your beauty like omg he’s such a day dreamer but obviously you would never ever notice him
  • oh but honey boi u do
  • you noticed him at the campfire one night and he has such a sweet voice when he sings, like it was so soothing that you almost fell asleep on euiwoong’s shoulder 
  • he saw you with your eyes closed and he almost had a heart attack, was he making you fall asleep??? was his voice that boring?? 
  • the next time he sees you, you and the entire demeter cabin were harvesting the strawberries 
  • he watches you patiently wait for the strawberries to grow as you use your chlorokinesis
  • “if you can control the plants, why are you going so slow??” he asked bluntly, squatting next to you 
  • “because its healthier for the plant, if i rush, i might rip out roots, especially since i’m harvesting” you mindlessly input, not bothering to look at who it was 
  • you picked out one of the berries and offered one to him and that’s when you guys meet eyes and you realize who it is
  • your heart is banging against your cracking ribs
  • hes slightly flustered because your noses are just about to touch 
  • both of you red face step back and you just go back to your strawberries
  • he notices how awkwardly balled up you are now, hugging your knees as you raise the strawberry stems 
  • “w-why are you here again? here to attempt so pull a prank? steal strawberries and give them away? even though that’s our intent??”
  • awe u smol bean gettin all nervous 
  • “no i came to visit you” he smirks, his cocky apollo side is showing and you’re blushing all over again 
  • but euiwoong had already prewarned you, telling you to stay away from the aphrodite and apollo boys as they are just a bunch cocky fuck boys that love playing with people’s feelings
  • and euiwoong was definite that sungwoon was not an exception 
  • “that’s sweet of you,” you just blandly respond, hiding your true colors
  • he’s scrunching his nose, highly unamused by your mild tone 
  • “stop being so boring” he huffed and got up and trotted off in his puff of arrogance 
  • and you just shrug it off 
  • but he comes back because honestly he’s such a little pup and he really wants your attention
  • so you’re carrying a huge basket of strawberries to the big house while the rest of your siblings go off to the mess hall to fed everyone else
  • and as your walking, sungwoon walks by your side, taking strawberries from your basket 
  • “stop,” you tug the basket away from him, pouting “these are for mr.d and chiron” 
  • and you were so cute he didn’t even bother to argue and just nodded
  • and hes reaching for the basket and you pull away, looking at him with disbelief
  • “i literally just tol-” 
  • “calm down, i’m helping you carrying the basket idiot” he snatched the basket from you
  • and your red again, stomach fluttering with butterflies and fingers fidgeting 
  • but when you get to big house he leaves the basket on the porch and steals a berry 
  • you’re about to scowl him but hes already off running with the biggest grin on his face and a berry between his lips 
  • when he turns around you can’t help but touch your warm cheeks as a small smile spreads across your face
  • and as he biting the strawberry his flushed cheeks are redder than the fruit itself
  • he starts to wonder if your lips are that sweet probably are tbh 
  • the next encounter is at the stables as you’re cleaning the pegai as punishment 
  • you may or may not have been on the big house porch and accidentally wondered how big a bean stalk was and grew one through the roof
  • you notice that there’s only one golden white one which, its pretty, but yea just one?? why is he so special ?
  • and guess who’s about to go a pegasus ride??? sungwoon!!
  • and he sees you and slyly walks over to you, leaning against the low wall that surrounded the pegasus, 
  • “i see that you’re cleaning my pegasus, solace.” he smirks “that’s too kind of you” 
  • you just rolled your eyes explaining your situation which led to him bursting into laughter, making fun of you 
  • “you’ve been here for how long??? and you still can’t control your powers?” he snorted 
  • hes lucky your’re patient
  • instead of continuing his teasing, he starts climbing the pegasus and offers a hand
  • you, with your hair stuck on your face, dirt smeared on cheeks and a dirty brush in your hand, is confused all over again 
  • why is he so c o nfu s ing  ???
  • “c’mon, lets go on a ride” 
  • “i’m kinda not allowed to, ya know cause i’m in trouble” 
  • “you’re doing it again, you’re being a boring demeter kid.” 
  • you didn’t have time to fight back since he threw the brush out of your hand and pulls you onto the pegasus 
  • “hang on!” he’s joyfully laughs as you slightly squeal and you guys fly out
  • in the sky, there is a brief calm silence, eyes closed, wind tangled within your hair 
  • and you finally sigh and ask him 
  • “why are you doing this?” 
  • hes avoiding your glance as he mumbles into his reins 
  • “i dunno,,,,,” 
  • he’s not used to liking someone, feelings feel kinda foreign to him 
  • he’s used just checking girls out, think they’re fine af and that’d be it
  • you made him feel soft and chummy in the inside, and he just wasn’t to used to it, almost afraid of it
  • and you just sigh and your grip around his stomach tightens and your cheeks rest against his back 
  • “thats fine, i’ll just wait” 
  • blushies on both ends!!!!! 
  • and you he settles the pegasus back at the stables and (lucky you!!!) you don’t get caught 
  • and he just awkwardly stutters away, but of course not without giving you a small smile 
  • god he’s such a sleaze, but hes so cute?? can i really betray euiwoong’s warning 
  • and so you guys resume your daily lives once again, occasionally speaking to each 
  • whenever you passed him when he was with taehyun, you could see the boy nudging sungwoon while snicker and giggling 
  • omg and taehyun would the obnoxious ‘heeEELLlllLLOOOOO y.n!!!!!” 
  • but one day, one of your demeter sister tells you about how she really likes sungwoon
  • “like he’s so sweet, he helped me up the climbing wall when it was my first time and he eve-” 
  • and just keeps rambling and you’re forcing you smiles and lot of over excited “uh huhs”
  • and you kinda throw yourself into a black hole and get slightly insecure 
  • because she’s so perfect for him there’s no way he could possibly like me if he could have her or just anyone else, so many girls are willing to do so much for him anyways forget him omg sungwoon isn’t worth 
  • and so as you walk through camp now, you avoid his gaze, you don’t clean up the stables, you dont even bat an eyelash at the apollo cabin anymore 
  • of course he notices i mean the boy stares you 24/7
  • and he panics 
  • he thinks he did something wrong so he ends up asking taehyun to ask euiwoong what the heck is going on
  • and when euiwoong just utters the first syllable of his name, you just roll your eyes, admitting defeat and agreeing that sungwoon is bad news; he just has way to many girls on him
  • and euiwoong’s like goddamnit but he isn’t omg why can’t you listen to me now the boy likes you !!!!!!
  • but he obviously can’t say that now so instead he’s like 
  • “well maybe you can give him a chance??” 
  • “that doesn’t matter anymore, he’s too popular, and plus he needs someone who would be willing to go wild with him, someone who would hop fences, sneak out in the middle of the night, climb the highest trees, and steal strawberries with, not someone boring demeter kid” 
  • euiwoong: fuck
  • but at least the camp leader managed to get you to go to dinner !! in one piece !! in a kinda sloppily lw mess !!!
  • this continues for the rest of week
  • taehyun has had enough of panicked sungwoon and euiwoong is getting sick of depressed you
  • so the two of them decide to sit next to each other in hopes to lure their partners together
  • you arrive first and you’re good at blocking out your feelings so you just keep it casual, greeting euiwoong and taehyun 
  • someone how it didn’t correlate with you that taehyun = sungwoon 
  • so when sungwoon sat down it got awkward
  • the tension was tHIcK
  • you cleared your throat, feeling uncomfortable you got up and excused yourself 
  • taehyun nudge sungwoon and he hurriedly runs after you 
  • you’re speed walking towards the cabin but sungwoon easily catches up to you 
  • “wait wait y.n please wait” 
  • so take a deep breathe and turn towards him 
  • “yes, whats up” 
  • “did i do something wrong, you’re avoiding me” 
  • “i’m not avoiding you, and you did nothing wrong” 
  • “okay, then talk to me” 
  • “i’m just trying to get over you because i know someone else is better for you okay?” 
  • you both can’t believe that you just confessed, now you really can’t look him in the eyes
  • and you’re about to escape into your cabin but he’s already engulfed you in his arms 
  • “why would you ever think that??” 
  • he sighing into the back of your shoulders. 
  • and you’re sighing too, feeling his warmth surround you
  • “you knew i liked you, so why would you bother?” he asked 
  • and now you’re red, he liked you ???? 
  • and he laughed and flicks you on the forehead 
  • “don’t ever doubt yourself again, i like you, and it doesn’t matter if someone else likes me or they’re a supposed “better fit” for me okay?” 
  • i’m not crying ur crying
  • now you guys do everything together
  • he takes you on pegasus rides, helps your harvest eats all the strawberries 
  • he still plays pranks on you every once in a while but they’d be really cute 
  • her once charmed your blanket into a garden and your freaked out cause you were like omg wheres my bed 
  • even euiwoong was in on it was cracking up him and taehyun are exchanging high fives
  • he’s been exposed to world of pranks
  • it turned out to be some 3d blanket the hermes and hephaestus cabin was working on 
  • well they wanted real life fire but sungwoon modified it to become a garden cause fire kinda scares you
  • he figured out the coding to add roses and would change it that when he was just feelin some lovin 
  • and when you get hurt he’s immediately there, since he has vitakinesis 
  • you’ve definitely became a little bit of a daredevil now that you’ve been dating him
  • he snuck you out after curfew once and you guys climbed up a tree to watch the stars and just talked 
  • you giggled when he told you how he’s super cautious when he walks around camp now, afraid of stepping on the flowers 
  • “you know, its like having a pet pig and eating pork” 
  • “so i’m your pet pig now?” 
  • “nOOO” 
  • and it’s past 12 and hes tired and tired sungwoon means clingy sungwoon 
  • he doesn’t let you go when you guys make it to the demeter cabin
  • you end up having to drag him into the cabin, praying that no one was awake 
  • and you guys snuggle under the sheets, legs tangled and noses bumping
  • he hums a simple song into the back of your neck which helps you fall asleep
  • and when euiwoong finds you both in your bed all cuddled up the next morning, he sighs
  • yall lucky he’s the one doing cabin inspection today
  • sungwoon is literally the sun to your flower

aight friendos so while i’m in the process of catchin up with stuff i will attempt to compensate for never writing by giving u dis- jerome fluff (requested by @sideblogsfordaysss )

i’ve had the concept of the reader being in arkham (while she isn’t criminally insane, she does have bpd and lashed out at the wrong person at the wrong time) and is trying to keep to herself and be let out on good behavior/no signs of insanity, but catches our favorite ginger’s eye ((((-;


In retrospect, maybe this was all your fault. After all, it was you who made the decision to go off of your meds during lacrosse season. It was an extremely unhealthy choice, sure, but you had figured that the aggression that came with Borderline Personality Disorder would be helpful on the field. It was, to an extent, until some pretentious high school boy made an obnoxious comment during one of your games.

That particular game was pretty successful; your team had won and you and a group of friends were going to go get ice cream to celebrate. On your way up from the field, you heard that absolute prick call out, “Hey babe, smile more,“ and then proceed to smack your ass. Immediately, your lacrosse stick connected to hit face you you managed to give him a black eye and a broken nose before anyone was able to pull you away from him. Unfortunately, the guy came from a highly wealthy family of lawyers, who threatened to either pressed charges on you and your family or manage to convince the judge to sentence 6 months in Arkham Asylum. You didn’t want to cause any more problems for your family and make them pay for your mistake, so you asked your family lawyer to go with the Arkham option. You would be put on a program called DBT, and you promised yourself you would do absolutely everything in your power to get out as soon as humanly possible.

You learned, very early on, that as long as you kept to yourself in the corner of the rec room, nobody would bother you. You read the same pile of magazines every day, unless you family, friends, or your lawyer (occasionally) came to visit you and fill you in on what had been happening lately. Those days were few and far between, but sometimes your lawyer would come and she’d give you music and books; she convinced the judge to grant special treatment since this was your first offense, you showed remorse, and you were a minor.

One day, the way you had envisioned your whole sentence doing was completely disintegrated when a boy, no more than 18, came to the asylum and was automatically intrigued by you. He had ginger hair, a wicked smile, and a hell of a lot of issues. You really didn’t even notice he was there until he bothered you in your corner one day.

You were kept to yourself, curled up, headphones on and reading Americanah when you felt a finger tap your knee. You stopped your music and looked up from your book.

It was the ginger, only a few inches away from your face, grinning wildly. “Hey there cutie. I’m Jerome. What’re you in for?” He had a deep voice, and when he used the particular tone he had just spoken to you with, he sounded almost… croaky. You indulged him with short, uninterested responses in the hopes that he would feel disheartened and leave you alone.

“I have BPD and got on a rich boy’s bad side.” His eyes lit up, and he questioned you further.

“Did you kill someone? I did,” he bragged, “my mom. She was a bitch, she deserved it. Did rich boy deserve it?” he questioned, chin in his hand, staring at you. He was too close and you were not a fan of it. He was cute, for sure; but the kid just bragged about killing his mother, the woman who birthed him! It was repulsive.

“I’m not answering that,” you deadpanned, and proceeded to read your book. The jerk had the nerve to take it out of your hands and hold it behind him!

“Hold on,” he said, “you can have it back when I’m done. What’s your name, beautiful?”

“(Y/n)”, you answered curtly, “give me my book back, please.”

He laughed. “Is that any way to talk to a friend?”

“You’re not my friend.”

His expression softened. “C'mon, (y/n), a girl needs a good friend in here,” he tried to reason.

“Funny, I haven’t needed one yet. And I plan to keep it that way.”

He started to stand up and walk away, shrugging. “‘Least I tried,” he said, and walked away, your book still in hand.

“Hey, wait!” you called. He turned around, grinning. “Gimme back my book!”

“Nah, I think I’ll keep this. Maybe if I read it, I’ll have something in common with my new friend (y/n)!” he exclaimed, and then went back to his table full of other inmates.

“Jerk,” you whispered incredulously. You simply picked back up a magazine and put your headphones back on, determined to move past the encounter. ‘That was a damn good book, though,’ you thought.

The next day, a different book in hand (milk and honey, this time; Rupi Kaur was a favorite of yours), Jerome came back to bother you some more. “Hi, gorgeous,” he began, “miss me?”

You scoffed. “More like I missed my book.”

He just laughed. “You’re funny! I like a girl with a sense of humor.” He tapped you on the nose. “It’s cute.”

“Don’t touch me. Please leave me alone unless you’re here to give my book back.”

“I’ll give your book back!” You got hopeful for a second, but he ended the sentence on a note that implied he wasn’t finished talking. “When I finish it.”

“Whatever. I don’t care.” All he did was scoot closer to you so that you were side-by-side. “Please leave me alone, dude.”

Jerome shook his head. “Can’t do that, gotta keep an eye on my best friend! In case someone tries to hurt ya,” he explained.

“Oh, we’re best friends now?” you questioned. “Whatever.” You did you best to ignore him and continue reading, underlining passages here and there, but after a few minutes you broke the silence. “Would you stop staring at me?”

He grinned. “Can’t. You’re just too cute!” You rolled your eyes and went back to reading.

‘You know what? Whatever,’ you thought. 'There’s no use. I just wont talk to him, he can waste his time if he wants.’ You continued reading, and underlining every few lines that caught your eye. Jerome eventually laid his head on your shoulder, never looking away from the book. “It’s boring, if you ask me,” he commented off hand.

You rolled your eyes, but beneath them was a hint of annoyance. “It’s not boring, it’s poetic. She’s a wonderful writer. You just don’t know how to analyze it properly.”

He lifted his head from your shoulder. “Where’s the action? The adventure? The surprise?”

“Are you kidding me? She’s writing about her life, she isn’t writing a dystopian Y.A. novel. It’s all there, you just have to look for it.”

He smiled, for the millionth time. “Smart, too! Just another reason I like you so much.” You raised an eyebrow. “Go on then, explain it to me. Show me what I’m missing.” You weren’t really sure, looking back on it, why you decided to go along with it. He was annoying and you wanted him to leave you alone; but when you were provoked about something that was meaningful to you, something you were passionate about, you could talk for hours. You spent the rest of the day telling him about each passage in milk and honey. You had the slightest feeling that he didn’t really care, but with all the time he had wasted trying to get you to open up, he’ better have taken what you were giving.

Listening to you talk, for him, was an experience. The way your eyes lit up and how excited you got, you looked ethereal to him. He didn’t care all that much about the book, but he loved listening to you be happy. He wanted you to always be like that- happy, carefree, excited.

The days went by, and each encounter you had with Jerome, you warmed up to him a little bit more. One day, you even let him listen to your music as you read another book. (It was a Y.A. novel that time, called 'The Supernatural Enhancements.’) “How do you read so fast?” he had asked you at some point.

“Because I like it,” you responded, and went back to your book. He casually draped an arm around your shoulders, like he was testing the waters of your relationship. To your mild surprise and his joy, you didn’t shrug him away.

Thankfully, your friendship didn’t interfere with your treatment program. You were still sane as ever and becoming more and more stable each day.

You were comfortable calling the bloodthirsty ginger your friend, for the most part. He was perfectly civil around you and never did anything to make you feel like you were in any sort of danger, whatsoever. As long as he continued to get the treatment that would help him, and bring him to sanity, you had no problem with it at all. For the most part though, you just enjoyed his company. You were on your fourth book since you had met him, 'The Coldest Girl in Coldtown’, when you were taken from your beloved corner and your only friend. “What’s going on?” you questioned.

“You’re being let out. They say your treatment is done and you’re good to go.”

“Oh. Okay,” you responded calmly. Jerome, on the other hand, was not as calm about the situation at hand.

He stood up as you were being led away. “You can’t take her,” he said to the guard escorting you out. he followed you to the gated door; you were ushered through while he was detained by someone else. “HEY! Get back here! You can’t take her away from me!” he called after you. You didn’t have time to turn around and tell him to chill, you were pushed down the hall to collect your personal belongings before being freed. When you had gotten all of your stuff together and made your way back down the hallway, Jerome was still causing a scene. “(Y/n)! (Y/n), you can’t go. You can’t leave me.” He was leaning into the metal bars separating the rec room from the hallway.

You did feel a little bad that you would be leaving him, seeing as how he wasn’t taking it very well. “Jerome, they’re letting me go because I got better. You have to get better, too, if you want us to see each other again. Okay?”

He just burst out into maniacal laughter. “Get better?” he cackled. “I don’t need to get better! I’m free! I’ve broken free from the machine, don’t you see?”

You rolled your eyes. You tolerated him while you had to, and you were willing to tolerate him some more if he would cooperate, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen. So you dropped the facade. “Whatever. You need serious help. Bye, Jerome. I really hope the best for you, but I’m not gonna deal with this.” You turned around and carried your belongings away with you, out the door and to the outside world, where you family and friends eagerly awaited your arrival.

But on your way out, you couldn’t help but ignore Jerome’s yelling. “I’LL FIND YOU!” he called as you were walking away. “I’M GONNA FIND YOU WHEN I GET OUT, (Y/N)! I’LL COME FOR YOU!” You said a silent prayer that none of those things would happen, but there was still a pit in your stomach as you left all of your Arkham memories behind. And there was a cloud of anxiety and fear looming overhead as well; that what Jerome was threatening would happen. 'Yeah, sure,’ you chided yourself. 'Like he’ll ever manage to escape a freaking asylum.’ Still, you couldn’t help but fear what would happen if he ever did break out.


so that went from fluff to angst in like .8 seconds, my bad, i didn’t really plan this all through. I just kinda went with whatever popped into my head (in case you cant already tell, i do that a lot). i still hope you enjoy anyways!!/i hope it wasn’t, yanno, complete trash and i did you all -some- level of justice. feel free to send in a request if you want to!!!!!! i aim to please the people (i am a virgo after all)

anonymous asked:

Hey I really loved that last post you did with the S/O's on the bring of death! Do you think you would maybe be able to do a continuation?? Like what if the guys got help just in time! How would they react having their​ s/o alive with them after that experience?? Thanks in advanced if you get to this!!


Katsuki Bakugou

“Bakugou! Y/n! What happened?” it was Uraraka’s voice. Bakugou looked back and saw that Iida was with him.

“Iida! Take her!” Bakugou shouted at him, he didn’t care about the way he looked or sounded. The only thing he cared about was making sure you didn’t die on him.

“What? I will!” Iida, with Bakugou’s help, picked you up and he ran to the nearest hospital. Bakugou and Uraraka followed behind, though much slower of course.

When he got to the hospital your condition was unknown. All Bakugou knew was that the doctors were rushing to save your life since you had lost so much blood. He was told to wait in the waiting room until further notice but the wait was killing him. He couldn’t sit still no matter how many times someone told him to sit down. He had even started pacing around the room while mumbling curse words to himself. He was doing just that when a doctor came out.

He stopped pacing but continued when the doctor announced someone else’s name. The suspense was killing him, he wanted, no he needed to know what was going on. He needed to know if you were going to be alright, if you were going to live.

Just as he was going to erupt in annoyance, he heard your name called, “Family of Y/n L/n?”

Family? He wasn’t exactly family but then he watched as Uraraka stepped up, “I’m her sister. Is she going to be okay?”

Everyone stared at her, but no one denied her statement, they all decided that the best thing to do was just go along with it. So they all walked up behind her, including Bakugou who stood next to Uraraka. The doctor looked skeptical but decided to go with it, “She was in extremely critical condition but she’s stable now. She lost too much blood so we had to put her in an induced coma for some time.” (Idk if they’d do that, just go with it)

“Oh okay,” silence followed after Uraraka’s reply until Bakugou decided to speak up.

“Can, can we see her?” The sound of his voice made everyone look at him, it sounded so broken, so unlike him.

“Yes, though it’d have to be one person at a time. My guess is that you’d like to go first?” the doctor looked at Uraraka.

She quickly shook her head, “Actually, I’d like it if he could go first.”

Everyone turned to look at Bakugou and the doctor simply nodded, “Okay, please follow me.”

The second he stepped through the door and saw you, his heart dropped. There were so many tubes, all of which Bakugou believed didn’t belong there. He didn’t want to see you in that condition, you didn’t belong there.

You were always so kind, so gentle, with everybody and everything. You were always so happy and love making everyone else happy. You never wanted to cause anyone any unnecessary harm. You were the complete opposite of him. You didn’t deserve to be in that bed. If anything, he did. He was always stirring up trouble for everyone. He was always causing unnecessary fights and destruction. He was always so rude and cruel to everyone, he was the one that should’ve been laying where you currently were.

He walked over to you as the doctor left. There was a chair next to your bed and he slowly took a seat in it. He grabbed your hand, it was so cold, your hands were never cold. You looked so pale, so still, so unlike your energetic self.

He put his forehead against the metal bar on the side of your bed. Against his best wishes to stay strong, tears starting flowing down his cheeks, “Karma really fucked up this time. I’m so sorry Y/n, I should’ve been there to protect you. I should’ve fucking been there, this is all my damn fault.”

The poor boy was broken, you hadn’t died, but a part of him did knowing he couldn’t do anything to save you.

Shouto Todoroki

Todoroki pushed himself even more the moment he spotted a group of your friends. He started shouting at them for some help and when they all ran towards him, he led them in your direction. He explained what was happening on the way.

When he got back to you, your breathing was shallow and you were unconscious. He didn’t know how since he wasn’t paying attention but somehow, help had arrived.

They had managed to extract some of the poison and had rushed you to the nearest hospital, where everyone was currently waiting to hear about your wellbeing. Every once in a while, a doctor would pass by and everyone would stand up from their seats only to sit back down when they called someone else’s name.

The waiting room was full of family and friends, all quietly sitting down patiently waiting. No one spoke a single word, no one had the guts to break the sorrowful silence that filled the room. A few hours had passed since you were taken there and there had been no news of you, other than being told that you were in surgery.

Todoroki’s patience was wearing thin but he knew that there was nothing he could do to speed up the process. The only thing he could do, was remain calm and wait until someone came with news about your condition.

At last, a doctor came out and announced your name. Everyone stood up and the doctor’s eyes widened in surprise before your parents rushed over  to him. It was good news apparently, because your father sighed in relief and your mother thanked the doctor. The doctor led them to your room where you were actually awake, just a little groggy.

When your parents came out, they told Todoroki to go and see you, since they saw how much the poor boy was breaking apart. The moment he walked through the door, his heart sank. The way you looked in that hospital bed would be a memory that’d haunt him forever. His eyes watered the second you looked over at him and made eye contact.

“Hey,” you whispered, giving him a small smile. You patted the spot next to you and he walked over, taking a seat.

Now up close, he noticed how pale you looked. He stared down at the bed and started rapidly apologizing, “I’m sorry Y/n. I shouldn’t have left you alone, I should’ve gone with you instead. If only I had known who you were up against, I would’ve taken him on instead of having you go.”

You shook your head and put your hand on his wet cheek, “Look who’s apologizing when it’s not their fault now. Shouto, you couldn’t have known his quirk was poison, no one did. Plus, I should’ve been more careful, I acted stupidly and accidentally let him spray me in the face without fully understanding his quirk. And I like going off on my own sometimes, it makes me feel independent.”

He looked up at you and it looked like he was about to disagree so you cut him off, “Please don’t say you still blame yourself. Shouto, it’s not your fault this happened, it’s only the villain’s fault. And, I’m okay now, so there’s nothing to stress over. Okay?”

The boy simply nodded and hugged you the best he could, not wanting to cause you any pain. You could still feel the tears on his cheek, but you kept quiet. Of course he was crying, he thought he was going to lose yet another person he loved. You knew how much you meant to him, and could only imagine what this had done to his poor heart. The only thing you could do now, was reassure him that everything was going to be okay.

It took some time but he finally calmed down, only after you promised that you were going to take things easy from now on. And he was definitely going to hold you accountable for that promise.

Izuku Midoriya
Izuku was able to get you to the group, where All Might had Iida quickly take you to the nearest hospital. The only problem, even Iida’s speed couldn’t stop the amount of blood that was seeping out of your wounds. You were doing your best to stay awake and not to succumb to the darkness calling your name.

“Iida?” you called his name desperately doing your best to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t worry Y/n! I’m going to get you help in time!” he shouted just as everything was starting to get blurry.

You couldn’t even tell what direction you were going in, you couldn’t sense anything. All you knew was that everything hurt, you didn’t even know what happened. The only thing you could remember was looking through a building for survivors and then hearing what sounded like an explosion.

The last thing you saw before you lost the fight with the darkness were what looked to be doctors rushing to help you.

When you did wake up, you were in a hospital room adorned with flowers, balloons, and get well soon cards. You smiled at how much your friends cared. You turned to your side and saw Izuku sleeping in what looked to be a very uncomfortable chair.

The poor boy hadn’t left your side since the moment he was allowed into your room. He was so deeply consumed with worry that he had stayed up for hours so that he could be awake when you woke up. Sadly, the drowsiness he felt took over and he knocked out. Though, it wasn’t until after Izuku cried and cried for you to wake up soon. He couldn’t stand seeing you like that, it made him miserable. He didn’t know what exactly happened, but he never would’ve forgiven himself if he hadn’t gotten you help in time. After all, you meant the world to him and the only thing he wanted was for you to be safe and happy.

Though, he knew you were okay now, the event was so traumatic, he’d never forget about it. He wasn’t there to stop the building from collapsing over you, but he vowed to be there to protect you against anything else in the future. Izuku Midoriya was never going to let anything happen to you, or he wouldn’t be worthy enough to be the number one hero.

You ended up falling asleep shortly after waking up, the strain your body had been put through was too much. When you did wake up, a few days later, Izuku was still by your side, this time awake.

“Y/n!” he cried cheerfully, “You’re awake! How are you feeling? Are you okay? Are you in pain? Do you want anything? Food? Water? Want me to get the doctor?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked worrying over you, “Water sounds good.”

“Okay! I’ll go get you some!” the boy ran out so fast you thought he’d slip on something.

When he did come back, he brought more than just a cup of water, he brought an entire gallon with him. You smiled and thanked him when he poured you a glass of the water, the refreshing drink feeling like heaven against your sore throat. Though, the water wouldn’t be the only thing Izuku would end up bringing you. He’d turn into somewhat of your mom, and he would always be there if and when you needed him.

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Characters- Reader, Maisie the dog, Missouri, RodeoCowboy!Dean
Warnings- None
Word Count- 1,123
Summary- It’s a usual day until a face from your past shows up. You never thought you’d see him again, but fate seems to have other ideas.
A/N- The first in this series! I’m so excited to share this one with y’all since it’s been in the planning stages since January. I had some computer troubles, but luckily I’ve been able to get it working enough to write, so all’s well. It’s all outlined, so I’m just so excited to finally share!

Enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Squinting against the sunlight filtering in through your windows, you sigh before glaring at the beeping alarm on your nightstand. You’d done all the chores you’d needed to the night before, just to spend an extra hour or two in bed this morning. You should have known they’d fly right on by.

Your morning is much the same as always- get up and ready to do some chores before you head out to breakfast at Missouri’s Diner. Your small horse ranch requires daily maintenance, all of which you take care of yourself. Hauling hay, feeding the horses, daily grooming, cleaning stalls- all are a part of your daily chore list.

You open your front door to a bright dawn, bright orangey-yellows melting into blue. The sight brings a small smile to your face, thinking of all the people who are too busy stuck behind a desk to ever see the beauty of a fresh new day. Running a ranch may be hard work, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! So I don't know if I'm going to to explain my request well but I'll give it a shot haha So basically Gaston and his friends are playfully arguing about who the best with women is and they challenge gaston to seduce the reader. She secretly likes him and so agrees when he does approach her. Over time they genuinely fall in love but then reader finds out it was all a bet and is devastated. Gaston has to convince her he truly loves her. Was that okay haha! Thanks!! 😂❤

harlem-trotter said to rreader: Hi! If it’s not much trouble, may I request a Gaston x reader where he only wants to woo the reader because he wants to win a bet? And when the reader finds out, she is super mad and sad because she fell in love with him, and Gaston realizes that he loves the reader when she leaves..

Pairing: Gaston x Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: smut + angst (also, this doesn’t end in a happy happy ending, since I don’t believe in the whole ‘women should forgive men instantly’. Honestly, every time I read a fic like that I lose 10 years of my life.)

A/N: hope you two don’t mind me combining these two requests, but since they’re almost the same.. anyways, thank you so much for these requests. I honestly picture Gaston falling in love with a woman like that. It’s soooo Gaston-y. So here is the first piece of (hopefully) many Gaston smut stories. Hope you like it <3


“Come on, we all know that I’m the only one who can have everyone they want,” Gaston exclaimed, extremely confident in himself.

A few of his friends nodded, others raised their beers and drank, but one shook his head.

“You couldn’t get Belle. You all remember that, don’t you?” he looked around and gained another round of nods.

Gaston shrugged and sank a little lower in his seat, opening his legs and to anyone else, looking like a completely overconfident dick. Probably even to some his friends.

“Fine. You want to prove to me that you can have any girl? Seduce (Y/N), if you manage that, we’ll believe you and no one will ever question it again.”

He laughed as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

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the one I want

Finished for Sterekweek ‘17 Days Four and Five: Mates and Lyrics&Quotes, though it was originally started for Solstice, the Sterek charity zine! Check it out, preorders start in November and you don’t want to miss that!

I ended up submitting another fic for the zine, so now you get to enjoy 2.1k of a soulmate AU with soulsongs!

We’re soaring, flying, there’s not a star in heaven that we can’t reach…

“If we’re trying, so we’re breaking free,” Derek sings under his breath while brushing his teeth and chokes on his toothpaste when Laura suddenly speaks up behind him:

“High School Musical? Really, little bro?”

“Shut up, Laura,” Derek croaks and slams the door in her face.

His soulmate is either a twelve year old girl or hates him. They’ve been singing nothing but High School Musical for days and Derek is going out of his mind. Sure, his mum gets misty eyed whenever he starts singing, talking about “soul songs” and how lucky he is to have a soulmate close enough to hear his heart song, but Derek has some serious doubts about this soulmate business if it makes him belt out Get’cha Head in the Game in the middle of the basketball court. How strong the urge is to sing along with your soulmate out loud supposedly depends on how close you are to them, but Derek couldn’t find anyone who looked like they were currently singing High School Musical in the crowd, so not even embarrassing himself in front of most of the school got him any closer to finding out who his soulmate is.

Derek wants to find them so he can wring their neck, not because he’s “secretly a romantic marshmallow at heart”, no matter what Laura says.

Until he can get his revenge in person, though, he’s going to put on some speed metal on the way to school and yell along in the car. If there’s any good in the world his soulmate will be taking the bus to school and be forced to screech along with him.

Derek never claimed to be a good person and he’s getting really fed up with High School Musical.

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Neighbours: Part Thirteen

The Game

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We stay cuddled close for a few minutes, until the calming glow of sex wears off and the hay begins to irritate my skin. I climb off gingerly to find my step-in and Tommy’s undergarments, throwing them to him, before fishing in his jacket for the cigarettes I know are in there.

“You kicking me out?” he says with a smirk, although his eyes don’t seem to appreciate his little joke.

“No, of course not,” I reply gently, laying myself next to him on my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. “So, you ever had sex in an Earl’s stables before?” I ask with a smile, lighting him a cig before taking one for myself.

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Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 14


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

You walked into your dorm room in a haze, still not quite sure what to think of the previous night. Diane was there, and jumped off the bed as soon as she saw you.

“Where have you been?” She demanded as you sighed and sat down on your bed. “Do you know how worried I was? You didn’t answer your phone—what happened to your face?”

You touched your cheek gingerly where you had been struck, and were suddenly more aware of your still split lip.

“Don’t worry about it, the guy who did it now has a broken arm.” You didn’t add the fact that he also had some broken ribs, or the fact that Jaebum now wanted Yoongi dead.

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North Of 96th Street (Usnavi x Reader)

Summary: A girl, a modern New York princess more like, move to the Heights. She’s trying to keep her nannies legacy alive. It proves to be a lot more troublesome than first thought. With no help from the stupid little nerd across the street who runs the bodega.

Warnings: No Usnavi sorry I gotta set up the story, character death. Racist little shits, not everyone who lives in the Upper East Side is a dick it’s just a stereotype, probably also bad Spanish

A/N: I wrote this in a day oml

It was the day after her only son’s graduation that Isa started looking for a new job. She’d been let go a year before. Her son didn’t know. She’d been doing odd jobs all over the city trying to make ends meet. It was made worse since she was Latino, most white businessmen didn’t want Isa for more than a cleaning lady.

Nothing ever worked out. She was on call for a fancy hotel, it had penthouse at the very top for the owner. It’s where most of her money came from. Even though that wasn’t a lot either. The job search had been going poorly for a week when Isa got a call.

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On stolen times

Originally posted by yooneroos

1st March— Night

Kiseok sighed out because time, if only he had the time. He looked once more at the screen of his phone and the screen of the computer he was working on. He had planned out to finish it today, so that he could at least go back home to you worry free but of course there laid the track and his lyrics— only half-way through, nowhere near completed or even satisfactory. He turned his head to see Gyujeong playing on his phone, possibly putting something up in his insta-video; how carefree he thought.

I’m sorry. Rain check? — He typed away on his phone, hoping that his girlfriend would understand at least.

Your answer was as always, prompt and short – sure.

The sighed that left your lips, were covered by the loud bang from the television as an explosion filled your screen. Your eyebrows narrowed at the show playing on your screen— what the fuck even was the show? You grumbled under your breath quickly changing the channel and once you’ve found something to watch. You pushed yourself off the couch to grab a packet on instant noodle from the cabinet, scrolling through your phone while waiting for the noodle to soften.

Can we go watch Kong when it comes out next week? – you texted Kiseok not expecting an answer, knowing how engrossed he can get from work but you needed to ask before your forgot. You had seen a part of the trailer while commuting to work in the train and had thought Tom Hiddleston looked extremely good, and you had always liked King Kong. You quickly switched off the stove, as the fluid bubbled evaporating softly into the air.

You took a quick sniff of the noodle and smiled, completely famished.

You grabbed a pair of chopsticks and a spoon from the drawers and grabbed the bowl of instant noodle walking towards the living room. You placed it on the table and jogged back towards the kitchen for a glass of water not wanting to let the noodle cooled down when a notification came in.

Sure – Kiseok replied and it sent a smile to your face; he replied.

You ate your instant noodle, filling up your empty stomach with warm food and a good show to watch.

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