i took it after he passed away

5 mile run new Boku No Hero thoughts are as follows:

  • this is my all-time favorite “previously on” section. it was highlighting Bakugou’s resolve to win by mashing together all the clips of him declaring his ambitions but because its Bakugou it was actually just a 2 minute montage of Bakugou fucking screaming
  • Todo acts naive but i doubt that more and more each day with the number of sick fucking burns he’s gotten in at people, case in point:
  • Bakugou: -storms on in to Todo’s room and starts yelling at him.-
    Todo: Hey Bakugou :))) you know what this reminds me of? :))) That guy you fucking hate. :))) Except he did this better. :)))) You really cant ever live up to him can you :)))))))
  • Bakugou calls Todoroki “IcyHot” in the dub and I watched the dub today specifically in hopes that he’d call him IcyHot again and he DID.
  • I’m not done with this scene because the PHRASING HAD ME IN STITCHES–Bakugou stormed in like “Hey IcyHot, is this how you fucking treat your opponents!?” while blowing up Todo’s table. And Todo responded with “That’s what Midoriya said too…” I dont think Deku said it quite like that, Todo. But too late now I can’t stop picturing:
  • Deku voice: “Hey you stupid piece of shit sore-muscle hot-and-cold sports pack you better fucking look at me while i stand here and break all my fingers and yell, because fuck you, you fucking icepack.”
  • Bakugou his table
  • His table Bakugou
  • This is the screamiest Bakugou’s been to date, I’m glad for him
  • ominous BOOM noises from inside the iceberg
  • dub!Sero called Bakugou a “moleman” and i want the world to know that Bakugou’s been canonically called a “moleman”. Moleman Bakugou.
  • Bakugou, grabbing Todo by the hair and piledriving him into the ground: “GIT FUCKING GUD, ICYHOT
  • Aizawa: -provides commentary on the strategy, strengths, and weaknesses of the children’s fighting techniques-
    Present Mic: -sees Todo surfing on an ice wave and says “Looks like fun!!!”-
  • Bakugou: “Use your full power IcyHot! I want the world to know you’re trying to destroy me!! THIS MEANS NOTHING IF I CAN’T SURPASS DEKU!!”
    Deku:
    (Regina George voice) Why are you so obsessed with me?
  • Bakugou, or better known by his full name, Katsuki “Fidget Spinner” Bakugou
  • Bakugou: -screams incoherently for 20 minutes trying to rile Todo up-
    Todo:
    Deku: -says one thing-
    Todo, heart racing, palms sweaty: holy fuck. holy shit. thats my fucking boyfriend.
  • Srs for a moment, I really adore and am moved by Todo’s character development here. The easy shonen answer would be for Todo to be “fixed” following his fight with Deku, but the poor kid’s sitting on like 10 years of trauma. He’s not fixed. He’s healing. And healing comes with pain and doubt sometimes.
  • Like I actually clutched my shirt while his fire unraveled.
  • Bakugou: -pulls of the coolest fucking spin projectile move in history-
    Bakugou: -lands like this-


  • IT’S HERE. THE GRANITE SLAB OF VICTORY
  • We are blessed with Dad Might in this house today
  • Todo: “My path forward isn’t as clear as I thought. There’s still someone I need to settle things with…”
    Todo: -steps off the podium, walks into the crowd, punches Endeavor in the face- “Fuck you Dad”
  • In the sub All Might calls Bakugou’s face “amazing” but in the dub he calls it “scary” and 4 years were added to my life when dub!All Might gave Bakugou the once over with the medal in his mouth and went “…still scary.”
  • dub!Bakugou is great here too with “I DON’T WANT THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE. KEEP YOUR TRASH AWAY FROM ME HHGNGNGHG”
  • I want to empahsize that several hours pass after that scene cut. It’s evening. The kids are changed back into their school uniforms AND back at the classroom. And Bakugou still has the fucking medal in his mouth. No one took it out. 
  • me: fuck…i hope iida will be okay
    also me, who’s read the manga: (hes not gonna be okay)
  • The hospital scene makes me kinda want to take back all the making fun of Todo I did because…god fucking this poor child…he deserved so much better
  • Protect Mama Midoriya she deserves the world

KATSUKI YOU CAN’T WAKE UP AT NOON AND START YELLING

One of my sims is legitimately being stalked by her ex.

The man in the background is Bob Pancakes. He and Eliza are divorced and they can’t stand each other. They separated before their child was born, Bob moved out, and Eliza was going to raise their daughter alone without letting her so much as ever meet Bob.

So I’m playing as normal, and suddenly Bob just.. walks in through the back door. He does not live here. I purposefully moved him to a smaller house across the street and marked him as unplayed. Sims can’t just enter other people’s houses, and there’s supposed to be an option to tell visitors either “Goodbye” or “Ask to Leave”.

Bob has none of those options.

He did have a “Go Away” interaction, which made him wander off and stand on one of the balconies. I didn’t want him to interfere with this family, so I took precautions.

This gave me some time to think about my options.

I’d never intended to play him again, so I could just leave him trapped until he died. After a day had passed, occasionally checking on him, he was extremely stinky and only able to stand there playing games on his phone. I felt bad and instead told Eliza to quick travel to his house, with him in tow.

Entering his household to check on him, he immediately fell asleep on the pavement. Fine. He could take care of himself from there.

Switching straight back to Eliza, she carried on doing her single parent thing, meanwhile I locked the front and back door COMPLETELY to seal them inside the house for the time being. Eliza doesn’t have a career so there was no reason to even leave for the next day or so. I also added a lot trait for ‘Private Dwelling’ to reduce visitors. She and her toddler went to sleep, and when I tried to put the game on fast-forward, I realised it wasn’t doing the high superspeed it usually does when all Sims are asleep. There was nobody else in the house. Then I checked the back garden.

Bob was back. He had not showered. Unable to actually enter the house, he sat on the patio and wandered around all night long. The Pancakes house has a barbeque, so he continually made himself food on it. Since he has a food source he’s not capable of dying out there, even if he never leaves. He might stink and fall asleep on the ground, but with access to burgers, he can do this indefinitely.

The family ignored him. Because he is a Slob, and had nothing else to do, Bob rummaged through their garbage bin and created constant piles of rubbish, which he then stomped on and played in.

Switching back to Bob AGAIN, I made him return home. And this time, when I reloaded the family and watched him in front of his house in the same neighbourhood… he walked off screen and disappeared. He hasn’t been back and their daughter was able to unlock the doors for her birthday party.

But the next time I load the Pancakes house I have no way of knowing whether Bob will be pressed up against the windows looking in.

5

J: “Oh no, no no nononono. Danny?! D-don’t worry, we’ll fix you up! I’ll just get you back to your anchor and you’ll be just fine after a while. Yeah, that’ll work.”

*Jasper drags Daniel away by the collar, in a near panic and muttering to himself as he goes.*

(( Well this took forever to make but the suplex seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up. We’ll be getting back to normal asks and I think I’m just going to open up the ask box again and just delete the repeat asks I get. ))

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Free! Novelize Chapter 6: It’s Meaningless Without You

I cannot impart to you the miracle that happened for me to get this to you. It’s actually been ready for a couple weeks, but I haven’t had the time to type it up. SO before we begin, a couple notes:

-I apologize for the blatant irreverence for verb tense; it switches from present to past and back again. So I tried to leave it as similar as possible so it can drive all of you crazy too I apologize for that in advance.

-Also again with the spacing, practically everything has its own paragraph in the book.

-‘Dice Talk’ is literally what the phonetic vocabulary word is for the dice game in the chapter.

-There are a couple lines it is a bit hard to tell who is talking without seeing their speech pattern, so I added the first letter of their name in a bracket after the line just as an aid.

-And finally, the Japanese language frequently doesn’t believe in periods, causing a lot of run on sentences. I adjusted accordingly, but if anything seems overly long, that’s why.

Now then:

Chapter 6: It’s Meaningless Without You

~Haru’s Point of View~

It’s meaningless without you.

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Tom Holland - Four Simple Steps

this wasn’t requested this was my own idea and i hope you like it there will be a part two and I’m super excited to write it!!!

part 2

requests are open:)) i now take tom/peter chris/steve and seb/bucky requests

Originally posted by tomshollandss

“harry this summer is gonna be amazing” i smiled as we walked with locked arms down the busy streets of london. there was only a month of school left which meant the end of the year peprally and a school dance. i could tell he looked over at me and just smiled.

“what?” i asked. i looked over at him and he just shook his head but his body was vibrating with laughter.

“harry! tell me what” i stomped my foot like a child, this gained the attention of a few pedestrians walking near us. this just made harry’s laugh louder and made my cheeks flush with red due to the embarrassment.

“well i mean if you really wanna know” he looked over at me with a mischievous glint in his sparkling brown eyes.

“you gotta beat me in a race back home” he rushed out as he began sprinting. i let out a loud laugh and began running quick after him. harry’s house was probably five or so minutes away walking so this shouldn’t take long. yeah sure he longer legs then me but i was the star sprinter on my track team.

i moved my little legs as fast as they could possibly go, passing harry i could hear him let out a groan as i took the lead and i just let out a loud bark of laughter knowing i won.

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// art is mine. please give credit if reposting, or just settle for a reblog :) //

@thatsthat24 hope you like it, it’s my first attempt at digital art haha

Yes indeedy I did write this AU out into a thing.

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Virgil tapped his fingers on the counter impatiently, giving the customer he was serving a small nod and a stiff smile to show that he was definitely (not) listening. "A hot grande iced latte with sugar, and…?“

"That’s it,” the guy said, pushing his glasses up.

“Name?”

“Patton,” he replied with a cheerful tone. “Thanks, kiddo.”

“No… problem?” Virgil responded with a uncertain tone- his default attitude towards positivity. He’s getting all cheerful up in this place what do I do-

After paying and leaving a tip in the small jar labeled ‘tips always appreciated :)’, Patton strolled away to await his drink, whistling an upbeat tune.

“Next,” Virgil called, scribbling down 'Patton’ on a cup and passing it to his co-worker.

The next person in line stepped up to the counter, wearing a white shirt complete with red linings of decoration. The barista wrinkled his nose as he took his customer in- what kind of moderately sensible person would wear that in public?

“Hello and welcome to Starbucks,” Virgil said in a flat tone, schooling his features back into a neutral one- after all, the guy’s fashion sense was none of his concern. “What will your order be today?”

“Greetings, my dear fellow citizen,” the person began. The barista raised an eyebrow, bemused and trying to keep a straight face. “I shall have a grande quad, nonfat, one-pump, no-whip mocha.”

Virgil did a double take. “You do realize that a quad means four shots of espresso?”

“Yes.”

“Four shots,” Virgil said slowly, in case the person didn’t hear him clearly the first time. “Of espresso.”

“Yes."Shaking his head, the barista sighed and entered the order into the computer. "Name?”

“Call me Roman.”

“Uh huh,” Virgil said, scribbling a quick name down onto the paper cup in his hand. “Gotcha. That’ll be five bucks, seventy five cents.” Overpriced for a coffee, but this was Starbucks, after all.

Roman handed a ten dollar bill over, and Virgil handed him the change. “Here’s your change,” he muttered. “Goodbye-”

“What’s your name, though?” Roman asked, mindless of the dismissal. “I mean, you’ve got mine… I feel like it would only be fair if I got yours as well.”

“Anxiety. Or Virgil. Take your pick,” the barista said absentmindedly. “Next!”

Roman got the hint this time and walked over to stand beside the 'waiting counter’- you know, the counter where you stand awkwardly beside when you’re at a Starbucks and you wait for your drink.

Hence the name 'waiting counter’.

Maybe they should rename it the 'don’t talk to me I need my coffee first’ counter.

Virgil sighed and passed the cup over, looking at yet another customer.“Hello and welcome to Starbucks, may I take your order?”

As the person listed their order, a thankfully simple request of a iced black tea, Virgil’s compañero slid the over-espresso-ed drink onto the next counter. "Grande quad mocha for a Mr. Ramen!“

Anxiety turned his head to hide his smirk as his previous customer choked. "Come again?”

“Grande quad mocha,” the guy said, looking at Roman. “For a Mr. Ramen. Are you Ramen? You look like a Ramen. Ramen, take your drink.”

“It’s Roman-”

“A hot latte for Patton!”

Roman sighed and took his cupful of caffeinated goodness. Walking out of the Starbucks, he stopped midway and turned around to make eye contact with Virgil, a question of 'really?’ in his stare.Virgil flashed him a sideways grin and a shrug. Have a nice day, the barista’s gaze seemed to convey. And enjoy your drink.

Roman let out a little indignant huff and walked out the door, tilting his head back to let the sunlight bounce off his brown and purple hair, taking a sip of his drink. Virgil… he’d remember that name.

Roman, Virgil mused. What an asshole.

Should I do a Part Two? OR BETTER, CAN SOMEONE CONTINUE THIS, THAT’D BE AWESOME :DD

Neverland- Harry x Reader

Originally posted by seaside-stars

A/N Hiya this is my second imagine and for some odd reason my first one got deleted ): but I hope you guys enjoy this little idea I had before I go to bed (:

Summary:You have flashbacks of your first love Harry Hook who is on the Isle. You and Harry met and fell in love at first sight while rescuing Ben but sadly Harry did not return to you.  (x) (Here’s the song that inspired this story) I will italicize the flashbacks as well as bold the lyrics. Neverland Pt.2


Whenever I was frightened
Or if I ever felt alone
I turned to the night sky
And a star I call my own

You sighed as you looked at your clock beside your bed. 2:30am and you still could not sleep for the life of you. It had been 3 days since the King was captured and brought back home safely, but what happened down there in the Isle still ache your heart. You quietly got up from your bed hoping not to wake Evie and Mal up in the process of doing so. You grab a near by hoodie and some tennis shoes as you quietly snuck outta your dorm into the halls up to the roof. 

“Let go of me! Please I’ll give you money whatever you want just stop this!” you struggled as you tried to escape your grip from the rather handsome pirate attempting to kidnap you. “Don’t make me nip ya like I did to the king now love” his Scottish acent filling your ear making shiver “Your a pretty one aren’t ya maybe if I’m nice enough I’ll let ya spend the night with me”. Lets just say suggesting that you’d look for King Ben on your own was a bad idea especially since you had no idea how the Isle worked. Evie Mal Carlos and Jay tried to warn you not to run off but Ben was your best friend and you couldn’t let him face Mal’s rejection alone, so you followed him. 

You made your way to the roof and sat on the top. You brought you legs up to your chest and huffed. You looked up at the stars remembering exactly how the events took place. “No matter where you are no matter where I am we are under the same stars Harry” you whispered “I will never forget you” 


 We can sail away tonight
On a sea of pure moonlight
We can navigate the stars
Bring us back home

You were tied to a pole with King Ben across from you. You could see the pirate teasing him as his Captain Uma told him to leave them alone for a while. You didn't notice that Harry Hook was now walking towards you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Looks who’s awake” he laughed slightly running his metal hook along your hair “thought you’d never wake up love.” “Please let me go” you  begged not mattering if you looked weak but you were frighten to the core. “No can do dear your stuck with me for a while now” he smirked. “Harry I know there is some good in you please.” Harry stopped right in front of your face and huffed an amusing chuckle. “Listen here love. The way the Isle works is there is no such thing as lover or caring” he paused and looked you dead cold in the eye “you have no idea what hell we go through while you Bordon kids eat from a silver spoon……us Villain kids don’t know what love is.” 

“Wake up Y/N we’re going to be late for class” yelled Evie brushing her beautiful blue hair. You groaned in response but did as you were told. Getting up as you lazily got dressed Mal notice your eyes were red from the lack of sleep you got last night. “You snuck out on to the roof top didn’t you?” You started at Mal as she asked you that question all you could do was nod not finding any words to speak. “I know you miss him Y/N but you have to understand that we couldn’t bring him to Auradon it was way to risky and dangerous.” You shook your head at Mal not wanting to cause a scene in front of Evie as you grabbed your backpack and walked towards the door. You stopped and turned around facing Mal and Evie “Yes Harry might have been a dangerous guy but what happened on the Isle was real and everyone can tell me to forget about him but I can’t” you  let a single tear drop fall “ he was my pure moonlight and I saw the good in him just how Ben and Doug saw the good in you two.” With that you walked out the door taking deep breaths holding in your tears.


 
All that you hope for
You hope for today
Is the love someone gives you
In an unconditional way

You were in class now sitting next to your best friend Ben as you doddle in your notebook. These passed 4 days now have been filled with you not really speaking to any of your friends. All you ever heard from them was ‘Harry is not good.’ or ‘Harry can never learn to love.’ You know deep down inside you touched a soft part in him no one else did and he touched a soft part in you too. “Y/N” Ben looked up at you “I’m really sorry about Harry if there is a way I can make this right please let me help.” Ben’s faced was complete crushed. He hated seeing you like this. You shook your head lightly “No Ben it’s fine” you faked a smile “I’m fine” With that you got up from your chair and made your way to a new seat behind the class before it began. 

“Just give me an hour Hook to prove you wrong and if I don’t then you can tie me back up and I won’t budge I promise.” you stared down at Harry as he smirked “I never pass up a deal lass.” With that response he united you. You had no idea how you were gonna show this pirate what love felt like or what it was. You have only known him for not even a full day but you intended to try. “Any smart moves love and I will not hesitate in hooking you Y/N. Trust me it’ll pain me to hook someone I actually like.” You slightly blush at his comment. He grabbed your hands and walked you off the boat. He sat both of you down by the shore just a few feet away from the boat. ‘Let the game begin’ you thought.

It took a lot for Harry to finally trust you enough for him to open up about his past. After a while of finally trusting one another, hearing about Harry’s story made you feel sympathy for him. His mother passed away right before he turned 1 due to the mold growing on the ship, and his father expect way too much from him at such a young age. He never experienced loved as a kid which is why he is so cold hearted. There was a moment of silence between you two after Harry was explaining the way he wanted his dad to love and be proud of him and how he really wish his mom was still alive until you heard Harry’s low sobs. This shocked you because you were just a stranger to Harry a few minutes ago maybe he just needed someone to ask him once in a while how he felt. You didn’t think twice as you wrapped your arms around him. Harry burried his face in your neck and cried as you held him you brought his face close to yours. You didn’t realize how blue his eyes were or the features on his face like his jawline or his brown hair popping outta his hat. You wiped his tears and you swore time stopped between you both. You did the impossible next as you leaned in and locked lips with the pirate. For the first time Harry Hook can finally say he had a taste of what love was that night. 


In a place so far away
We’ll be young that’s how we’ll stay

“Harry if you let me and Ben go please I promise I’ll get you outta the Isle please we have to go home you can come with me.” you started into his blue eyes and he tied you up to the pole once again. “Listen Y/N I want to help you but Uma’s my captain and I can’t betray her like that.” “What if we make a deal Harry please I want to teach more about yourself. You are stronger then you think you are. You can be good and we can be something please.” Harry smiled at you lightly and he kissed your forehead and walked off to his pirate crew. 

Once the sword fighting was over and it was pretty clear Mal and the gang have won and rescued not only you but King Ben. Before you can make a run to the limo you turned and bolted towards Harry pulling him into a quick but passionate kiss and whispered “Harry I swear I’ll come back for you.” 


 And with your hand in my hand
I am closer now
To finding Neverland

“What do you mean you can’t bring Harry Hook to Auradon whatever happened to giving people a second chance Ben!” you raged at not only Ben but at your 4 friends who were against you. For Ben’s rescue he had granted everyone a favor even you but when you asked him your one wish he denied it along side your friends. “Yea Y/N this is crazy maybe he spelled you” Mal spoke with her arms crossed. “No he didn’t I love him and I’m sure he loves me too please Ben just help me I have to get him outta there. I made him a promise.” your breathing went slow as you stared at your friends tears falling from your face “guys please help me” But no one stood up they all turned away “I’m sorry Y/N but the answer is no.” 

You were currently in your room doing some homework. Nowadays that was the only thing that ever got you outta your thoughts. Mal and Evie walked in the dorm with a sly smile on their face as they walked over and sat next to you. “Y/N we’re both really sorry for pushing you. We didn’t know Harry mean’t so much to you and we can speak for everyone that we all would like to apologize and if you can come with us we would like to show you something.” Mal smiled as you hugged both her and Evie “You guys are forgiven but I don’t think there is anything you can do to make me feel better.” you answered honestly. “We can always try come one” Evie pulled you to your feet and led you down the hall to King Ben’s office. “Go ahead Y/N, Ben and all of us got you something” Mal held your hand and you let out a breath as you opened the doors. Your eyes couldn’t believe what you saw. 

“Harry..” 

“I missed you love” 



A/N okay i kinda had this idea while this song was playing and I know my writing isn’t the best but we all gotta start somewhere so I truly hope you enjoy (:

Cuddles

Enjoy this nothing-but-fluff imagine for ot4! Love each and every one of these little shorts with all my heart. Hope you do too xx

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Harry:

“Oof!” you gasped as Harry tackled you in an embrace and pressed you tightly against him. “Well it’s nice to see you too,” you squeaked. If it was possible, his strong arms tightened their grip in response and you tried to laugh without much success. In fact you couldn’t even breath successfully. But you didn’t care. You were just thankful to be in his arms after many months apart.

“I missed you,” Harry finally muttered into your hair. You hummed and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Oh, God, how you missed that intoxicating smell.

“I had the craziest-” you started to pull away and move on with the night but he held on tight.

“Shh, just stay here for a minute,” he whispered. Smiling lazily, you curled your arms back around his torso.

A minute passed. A blissful, heavenly moment. But then you decided you really liked to breathe and if you didn’t, you might die in his arms - which sounds nice and romantic until you actually experience it.

“Okay,” you tugged away and he let you. A charming grin was plastered on his face and you giggled. Boy, you missed those dimples. You leaned forward to place a quick peck on his lips. He hummed as you did.

“Why do you always pull away?” he whined and you laughed.

“Come,” you held out your hand and he took it gently. You led him to the couch, swinging him around so he laid down first. You wiggled in front of him and felt his arm wrap around your waist. He sighed happily.

It had been a long, long day for the both of you. You practically couldn’t sleep the night before knowing your boyfriend got back from tour the next day so you were knackered. Not to mention he just got back from tour and was in no mood to do anything other than sleep.

Snuggling closer to him, you began to settle into sleep. “…babe?” Harry mumbled softly, drawing you awake.

“Hmm?”

“My arm is currently very dead.” He muttered.

You laughed sleepily, rolling slightly so he could retrieve his arm. He rested it above your head and started twirling strands of your hair between his ringed fingers. “Better?” you mumbled.

“Much,” he replied groggily, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your head. Smiling, you both drifted to sleep once again.

Louis:

You could feel the music pump through your chest and vibrate the floor. My God, the neighbors are going to be pissed. But who the hell cared when you were dancing wildly, and very drunkenly, with your best friends?

Louis was shouting some crazy story into your ear and you wondered if you’d be deaf in the morning. But then again, who the hell cared?

Louis pulled away slightly from your ear and grinned at you while you laughed. Your faces were wonderfully close and you could smell his beer from where you stood. You could just kiss those lovely, lovely lips. But those lovely, lovely lips weren’t yours to kiss. At least, not yet. Your eyes moved from his mouth to his eyes and it was oh so clear he noticed.

He smirked and you saw his hand creeping toward your waist. Just then, the next song started and both of your eyes lit up. Louis’ hand was retrieved and instead shot into the air in drunken excitement. “No way!” you yelped as your favorite song pulsated through the speaker. The moment long forgotten, the two of you joined the thrasing dancers around you.

The party was insane. There were people in your house you had never even met before. To be fair, who wouldn’t try to get into a party with Louis Tomlinson?

The food had been eaten up a long time ago. You were pretty sure a group of five friends went to walk to the store nearby to buy some more chips, but you soon found out they lost their way and ended up getting an uber home. They were the first to leave. After that, people began to filter out. The sun was beginning to rise and the alcohol was gone.

Some stayed, mainly because they were passed out and sleeping. Even in your drunken state, you managed to keep an eye on them.

By dawn, it was clear the party was over. Louis had an arm wrapped around you waist and you swayed sleepily to the last song. You unneccessarily tapped him with the drink in your hand. “I’m tired,” you slurred.

He observed you for much too long before deciding, “Let’s sleep.”

You nodded and you both stumbled over to the couch, arm in arm. Boundaries meant nothing when you two were drunk so he pulled you onto the couch with him. Face to face, you grinned at him.

“What’s that smile for?” he chuckled.

“Dunno,” you shrugged, your hands balled together at your chest. “I just really like you.” He took your hands into his and laughed lightly.

“I really like you too,” he replied and you hummed sleepily.

“Like, ‘like like’?” you wondered.

He laughed, and then a look of horror crossed his face when he hiccuped. “I almost threw up,” he murmured, the conversation forgotten. You burst out in laughter, recoiling slightly. But his grip on your hands refused to let you go.

“Don’t throw up on me!” you giggled. The laughter between you two died out as a harsh wave of exhaustion washed over you. The disgust slowly dribbled out of you when sleep started to overtake your mind and you relaxed, scooting forward against him. You buried your nose into the crook of his neck and hummed happily.

And like that, you both fell asleep with hands tangled and foreheads pressed together. When you were to awake in the morning, you both couldn’t deny the desire to wake up in that position every morning.

Niall:

You dawdled into the living room, your silly cooking hat on to cheer your boyfriend up after a long day. “Hey, Ni,” you whispered softly as you stood over him on the couch. His fingers pressed to his temples, he reluctantly looked at you. “Made us dinner.”

“Not hungry.” he growled. You frowned. The chef hat usually made him smile and get up to give you a welcome kiss.

“But I… worked really hard on this new recipe. I think you’ll love it. It has parmesean in it–” you continued excitedly.

“Look, Y/N,” he interrupted. “I don’t want to eat your 'new recipe’ right now.” he huffed, returning to massaging his temples.

Your heart sunk. Ouch. “Oh.” you whispered. You were sure he didn’t mean it that way, but you couldn’t help but take it the way you did. “I’ll just, uh, eat it myself then.” You voice cracked. You scolded yourself for letting tears creep up on you. But you hadn’t had the best day either, and now the thing you had been most looking forward to had just let you down.

You swallowed hard and turned away harshly, briskly walking back to the kitchen. You stood against the counter, your arms propping you up as you looked over the steaming dish. You suddenly felt quite full. You ripped off the stupid hat and shoved the dish away from you, storming past the living room once again, the tears flowing freely now. Niall paused as you went by, his expression softening.

“Y/N,” he was off the couch in an instant. You stopped at the base of the stairs and reluctantly turned toward him. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he frowned as he advanced toward you.

“I’m just,” your voice caught and a little sob broke loose. “I’m just not having the best day,” was all you could manage to squeak out before you gave into crying.

“Oh, Babe,” he cooed and tugged you into a hug. You let him, slowly wrapping your arms around him. You cried onto his shoulder while he played with the ends of your hair. “I’m sorry I rejected your dinner. I just want to go to bed. It’s been a long day.”

“I understand,” you whispered, gulping down some of the sadness. “Can we just go to bed?”

“Absolutely,” he murmured, pulling away and taking your hand into his. He smiled meaningfully at you before drawing you up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The tears had drained everything out of you and without words, you sat down on the edge of the bed. Niall leaned down and took off your shoes. He stood up, kissed your cheek, and helped you under the covers before toeing off his boots and slipping under the covers after you.

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and hummed softly.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“You already said that,” you whispered back.

“I know. I’m still sorry.”

“And I still accept your apology,” you chuckled. He kissed your neck lightly and you finally closed your eyes.

You were beginning to fall asleep when you heard his stomach growl. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes again. Almost seconds later, his stomach growled again.

“I’m hungry.” he whispered, earning a laugh from you.

“I’m not moving,” you declared.

“Y/N…” he whined. “Didn’t you make me dinner?”

“Niall we just got comfy!”

“Pleaseee?”

“Ugh! You’ll be the death of me.” You wiggled out of his grasp and he laughed with delight, launching up and trailing you to the kitchen.

Liam:

Every minute or so, your eyes would flicker over to the back door. When will he get here? you thought to yourself. Amidst a small group of strangers, you felt like an outcast. They were all famous, and frankly intimidating. But you agreed to meet Liam in the backyard of the artist he was about to collab with - which meant you both barely knew who’s house you were going to.

You had just gotten off of work and beelined over to the huge house just to arrive before Liam. So there you were - anxiously awaiting your best friend and surrounded by talented artists who only brought awkward small talk.

“Looking for Liam?” a voice sounded beside you and you jumped, turning toward the girl.

“Um, yeah,” you admitted shyly. She smiled.

“My name’s Alicia,” she held out her hand.

“Y/N,” you replied, shaking her hand delicately.

“So you and Liam are dating?” she wondered, casually taking a sip from her drink. Your heart leapt into your throat.

“Oh, uh, no, we’re just friends,” you rushed. Her smile grew.

“I see, I see,” she nodded and you settled down. “So you two are that best-friends-who-actually-want-to-be-something-more cliche?”

You almost choked. “Well, no, I-”

“You swear you don’t like him?” she offered sarcastically. You slouched, pulling your cup to your lips in attempt to hide your embarrassment. She laughed and leaned back into her chair. “I’ve been there. And I never did anything about it. He’s married now. Worst decision of my life.”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.”

“Me too… sorry for him. She’s a total bitch.”

You sat forward, grinning. “So you’re that my-soulmate-married-a-bitch-instead-of-me cliche?”

She laughed. “Precisely. Let’s hope it doesn’t turn into a I-turned-into-my-soulmate’s-sidehoe-because-he-can’t-make-up-his-goddamn-mind cliche.”

“I’ll drink to that,” you held up your cup and she clanked it with her own. You sipped your drink empty and grimaced. “Want some more?” you wondered to Alicia, gesturing to your own empty cup.

“Nah, thanks. You go ahead.” Shrugging, you got up and sauntered over to the bar. As you filled your cup, you heard the back door slide open. Almost dropping your drink in relief, you turned to find Liam make his way into the backyard. Squealing quietly to yourself, you topped off your drink quickly.

When you made your way over, Liam was sat in your seat. “Uh uh Pretty Boy, that’s my seat,” you warned, and as you did he held up his hand and knowingly, you handed him the drink.

“Finders keepers,” he declared, taking a quick sip from the cup and offering it back up to you. You refused and crossed your arms.

“I’ll trade you the drink for the spot,” you pressed.

“Finders keepers!” he replied more loudly. You laughed and took his hand, trying to tug him off. Instead, he pulled you forward with more force and you fell into his lap.

“Not fair, you get the drink, the spot, and the cuddles?”

“It’s a win-win for both of us,” he decided, offering the cup to you again. You smiled and took a sip. You looked just like a normal couple, and you basically were, minus the kissing. What’s the harm of just adding in a little kissing every now and then? you seemed to wonder more often than not.

Relaxing against Liam, you watched him intently. He turned toward you, feeling the weight of your gaze. His nose almost touched yours and you wondered what would happen if you just closed the distance a little.

“Sorry I was late,” he said, his breath stretching across your lips. You hummed, much too distracted to pay attention to any conversation at the moment. He noticed and his eyes, too, flickered to your lips.

“Oh just kiss already!” Alicia bellowed and the small group gathered around the fire laughed. You melted into embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to ruin the moment. Continue. Everyone look away!”

“Oh, stop,” you chirped timidly, making the group chuckle again.

The rest of the night passed and with Liam and your new friend by your side, you could relax. Leaning your head against Liam’s shoulder, you decided you didn’t want to be anywhere else but here with him.

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I’ve been writing so much on tumblr lately and I’m LOVING it! But that means I’ve been neglecting my story on Wattpad (my user is @yoootommo aye get that self-promo) for a week and I’M SORRY! Anyway, here you are. Enjoy. I love you so very very much.

Au revoir! Je t'aime! Je vous remercie! I don’t speak French who am I kidding. Haha, have a lovely day/night wherever you are, Lovelies! xx

Archer's childhood

*Was raised by woodhouse until five years old

*he would have night mares and instead of comforting him, his mother would laugh at him along with her current lover

*was in boarding schools for 15 years. 6 different schools.

*had no friends growing up.

*his mother made him believe his father was a military hero who passed away

*his mother would make him gamble for his halloween candy then proceeded to allow him to drink alcohol

*was horribly bullied to the point he was unable to play lacrosse one year because of pneumonia from a vicious swirlie, remembering how one of the bullies threaten to kill him before busting his nose

*his mother showed her dog more love than she ever did him, even going as far as to give him the code name Douchess after her pet

*when he turned six his mother wasn’t around to celebrate it and woodhouse was passed out from using heroin

*got shot at 18 which took away his college scholarship

I’m sure I missed something

Going with the argument route here :) (Modern College AU)

In hindsight, the argument was beyond stupid, but when you pair stubbornness with stubbornness, the end result is a shouting match followed by slamming doors and the silent treatment.

Keith knew that approaching Lance about this very attractive lab partner would be a bad idea, but he just had to know if something more was going on. People talked, and he caught whim of some gossip concerning Lance leaning a little too close to said attractive lab partner.

Lance reacted just as Keith expected, but instead of dropping the subject, Keith fired back just as hard with cheating accusations until the two stormed off to their separate dorm rooms.

For two days, Lance shut Keith out entirely, and Keith wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it was tearing him up in a way that manifested into physical illness. He could hardly sleep, and eating was out of the question. Pair that with school stress, Lance stress, and the fresher’s flu bouncing around, and Keith was left feeling terrible.

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I had been speaking to a guy on Tinder for a few weeks and he seemed normal and he asked to take me out when he finished work, so I got dressed up nice, and he turned up over an hour late. His car was covered in stickers and he was wearing sweats and a hoodie. First he said he was hungry, so I think he’s going to take us to a restaurant somewhere - but he goes to McDonald’s drive thru. After he’s eaten, offers to take me for a drink, and drives an hour away to a Starbucks. I offered to pay, and he took my purse to pass the money over, handed me back my purse and kept my change. Then proceeded to drive around for two hours telling me about how beautiful his ex girlfriend are and that he likes to go for “average” girls like me. I’d already blocked his number before I got out of the car.

tl;dr - guy picked me up late, drove two hours away, took my money and called me average.

According to Terry Gilliam, the last line Heath Ledger spoke for filming on the set was ‘Don’t shoot the messenger.’ When Johnny Depp filmed his role after Ledger’s death, Depp asked Gilliam if he could try a new ad-lib: 'Don’t shoot the messenger,’ unaware that Ledger had improvised an identical line. Gilliam was astounded, remarking, 'Heath is still out there. Johnny’s channeling Heath somehow.’
—  An interesting little tidbit from the filming of The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus, when Johnny Depp (along with Jude Law and Colin Farrell) took over Heath Ledger’s role after he passed away. The three of them donated their salaries for the film to Heath’s daughter, Matilda.

🌸A woman wanted to go and attend Dars at the women’s centre and she had no one to take her there.

She phoned a taxi company, and a young man came driving the taxi and took her to the centre.

She says: “As I was coming out from the taxi, I gave him the transport charges which was fifteen riyals.

He refused to take it.

The young man was about twenty years old.”

He said that:

“I have sworn whoever I take to the centre for learning Qur'an or to attend Dars, or to the Masjid or to the Hospital, I will not take from them a single riyal.

But I would like you to pray for my mother who has passed away three years ago.

I wish you pray for her, and her name is Noorah.”

“After I entered the center, I told everyone in the Darsa about the story of this young man and I asked them to pray for her.

And with their sympathy and admiration for the young man, they collected donations among themselves so they can dig a water well for the sake of his mother.”

Subhana Allah, all this goodness came because of this young man’s obedience to his mother.

This woman says:

“Whenever there is Darsa, I mention this story to those who attend and they pray for her.”

Look at the goodness of this young man’s obedience to his mother, it is like how Rasul Swala Allahu alei wa Salaam said:

“When the human being dies, his deeds come to an end except for three:
-ongoing charity,
- beneficial knowledge, or
- a righteous child who prays for him.“

May Allah protect our children and bless us with their obedience.

May Allah forgive our parents and all the Muslims.

🌺🍃Have a pleasant day

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#quran #masjid

Wrapped around your finger- Part 2

Originally posted by maryxglz

Part 1

Soo, here’s part 2. It turned out a little longer and smuttier than the first one, so I hope you like it. I couldn’t believe how many notes Part 1 got, since I had literally no faith in this story’s success but I guess I got lucky haha. Thanks for your support, guys ;). I had fun writing this, although it turned out a little different from what I intended it to be. Anyways, I would really appreciate it if you gave me your opinion. Enjoy! :-)

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Cleo couldn’t put her finger on why she was so attracted to the raven-haired god. After all he had told her about Asgard and his magic tricks she knew that he could easily make her fall for him using magic and then break her heart just for fun. Or maybe, she thought, I naturally find dangerous people appealing. Whatever the case, she couldn’t bring herself to worry about it. Right now Loki was sitting on the table in front of her, fists under chin,lips curled mischievously and awaiting for her answer. He seemed so relaxed that her uneasiness doubled. She moved her gaze from his eyes to the untouched cup of espresso in front of him.

“It’s only fair that you know tell me your story as well.”He had told her after he had finished telling about his life in Asgard. He didn’t mention his attempts to take over the Earth- she already knew about that from the news.

The problem was, however, that her story was nowhere near as interesting as his. It was full of such mundane things, none of which more exciting than the other. She was neither a princess, nor a goddess and she didn’t for sure live in a magical world which she had saved just a couple of days ago by utterly destroying it. No, she was just an university student with a couple of friends and a dog.

“I have a dog.”she blurted out before she could stop herself.

He seemed quite taken aback by this statement.

“You do?”

“Uh…yeah. A male shih tzu. Ace is the biggest sweetheart to ever live. He’s always so friendly and loves to be hugged and petted. Whenever I’m working on a project or something he comes to me and falls asleep on my lap. He’s just that small. You should see him.”the words escaped her mouth in a quick succession. When it came to Ace Cleo could spend days talking about him.

Loki let out a chuckle and leaned back.

“Is that a date, Cleo?”the way he said her name made her heart miss a beat.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Whatever. I agree.”

She gaped.

“What else is there to know about Miss Cleo Andrews?”

“Well,”she began “I live alone with Ace in a one-room apartment in Brooklyn. My best friend lives next door and we often pay visits to each other. During the week I go to classes in the university and at Saturdays I help at the library.”

“What about Sundays?”

“I rest, I guess. Sleep late, meet up with friends.”

“Sunday is our date then. But don’t get me wrong, love, I have no intention of being just a friend to you.”

She sipped from her latte and tried to hide her blush behind the cup. Cleo was definitely not used to his compliments. She cleared her throat before speaking.

“Don’t you like your coffee?”he still hadn’t had a single sip of it, even though they’d been sitting there for some thirty minutes.”This cafe is one of the best in the neighborhood, I assure you.”

He removed his gaze from her and planted it on the espresso. She couldn’t read his expression.

“To be honest, I’m still not used to these Midgardian foods and drinks. Especially when it comes to coffee, I never seem to like its bitterness.”

“Why don’t you try something a little sweeter if that’s the problem? Here, taste my latte. It has a lot sugar and milk in it so the coffee itself is almost unnoticeable.”

He seemed to think about her proposal for a moment and then he took the cup and took a long sip of it, still maintaining eye contact with Cleo. His stare was so intense that Cleo gulped but didn’t try to look away. It was like she was under a spell and Loki was the only thing on her mind. Next moment, though, he put down the liquid and sighed. Everything was back to normal.

“I can still taste it. It’s a lot better, though.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Cleo still had trouble catching her breath after this energy she had felt passing through her. But what was it? She thought that maybe he had made some kind of magic on her, although she didn’t feel any different at all. He could also not have done that on purpose, since his power was immense and sometimes he couldn’t control it that way.

When Cleo looked up from her lap, she realized that this entire time he had been staring at her chest,which was now rising and falling rather rapidly. For a moment she was glad that she had put on that particular tight striped shirt which made her breasts look their best. He didn’t even try to hide that his eyes followed the line of her collarbone down the hem of her shirt and then the almost invisible lines that her bra formed. She coughed quietly.

His eyes met her again and this time an uneven smirk was formed on his lips. She noted that this was the first time she had seen him smile.

“Don’t act all innocent, Cleo. i know you’re a lot brighter than you pretend to be.”

“I’m not acting innocent at all!” she tried to defend herself. “But you have to understand, what you’re doing is making me uneasy.”

He stood up and slipped their jackets from the hanger, quickly making his way to her.

“Here”he said “Let me help you put that on.”

Before she could protest that she could do that herself, he swiftly tucked both her arms in the sleeves of her coat. When he was done, he flipped her so that this time she was facing him and then zipped her up. He let his hands linger on her waist when he spoke up:

“You need to know, I’m sorry for making you feel uneasy. But you better get used to it.”he moved his fingers in a soothing manner on her ribs.”I plan on spending days and nights with you after which you’ll have problem walking. I’m just that powerful, Cleo, so it’s for the best if you realize that sooner than later.”

What he was suggesting was mind-blowing and suddenly her mind was flooded with images so vivid and erotic that she felt a tingle in the pit of her stomach.

It took her a moment to compose herself from what he had shown her using his powers. The visions vanished and she knew she had to get out of there as soon as possible.

“It’s 10 am on Sunday then. Wait for me and Ace here.”

Cleo slipped out from his grip and walked out before he had lead her into doing things she was not yet ready for. She knew she had fallen right into his trap.

After The Fact

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Fat Gum (Brief)

Other Tags: Set immediately after the current arc, Hurt Kirishima (Physical and Emotional), Bakugou Doesn’t Know How To Handle Emotions, Hurt/Comfort

(A note: You know, the adults in this world are incredibly irresponsible. Letting fifteen year old newbie heroes-in-training participate in this kind of rescue, resulting in at least one of them getting beaten within an inch of his life…)

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They come back late at night. 

Two days. They’d been gone for two days: Uraraka, Tsuyu, Deku. A couple of upper classmen, too. Aizawa-sensei. 

Kirishima. 

The class did not know the details beyond this: their classmates were helping the pro heroes. They would not be updated any further. It was a murmur of excitement, some jealousy — “Man,” Kaminari laments, “Kirishima’s been getting all the fame, huh?” So much for having a weak, style-less quirk. Kirishima didn’t need flashy: he was strong as hell on his own. 

So was, apparently, Deku. Enough that they, fucking freshmen heroes in training, were chosen to go on a mission with pros. That should have been Bakugou. The upperclassmen make sense. Aizawa, too, and hell he can even respect Uraraka and Kirishima and Tsuyu being there cause, yeah, they’re pretty damn good at what they do.

But Deku. 

He doesn’t know what to think about Deku any longer. There’s this knee-jerk disgust and need to snarl and bite and tear into him and reduce him to bloody shreds because how the fuck is Deku there but not Bakugou. 

But that’s not what matters right now. 

A quarter before one in the morning, Bakugou gets out of bed. He knows that the teachers are alerted when the doors open past curfew, but hell if he’s going to let that stop him. Those fuckers are back — he knows because he saw them clambering out of a truck together, and he can recognize Deku’s obnoxious fucking hair from a mile away. 

No one comes to stop him, anyway. They must be too damn busy giving a hero’s welcome to bother with some kid sneaking out late at night. Bakugou sneers. He’d going to find out what’s going on if he has to beat it out of Kirishima. The asshole had his lips sealed tight up until he fucked off for the last two days. Didn’t even say a god damn word. 

Outside, it’s cold. The air is still. He should have brought a jacket, but it’s too late now, so Bakugou trudges onwards in nothing but his shoes and pajamas towards the front of the school. There are voices, low, impossible to make out their words, but enough to tell him the majority of the faculty is up. Something big had happened. 

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Pennywise & Teen!Reader Imagine

Chapter 2 Part 1: 

Originally posted by thewisestwolf

Warning: Partial Nudity 

Note: This is part 2 to my fanfic Pennywise & Child reader imagine (sorry im just learning how to use tumbler so I don’t know how to link yet 😅) Anyways this takes place about 10 years after my first fanfic so the reader is around 16 and the reader should relationship with Stan is love but the relationship with Pennywise is like a platonic buddy relationship. And thank you Alejandra1358 for the plot suggestions. Enjoy! 

It had been so long since you’ve last gone to Derry, Maine about 8 or so years ago. Your Aunt decided to bring you back up for a family reunion. It had been a long 3 hour ride but now you were back in good ol’ Maine. You were listening to your “emo” music in the passengers seat watching the trees past and letting the feeling of nostalgia wash over you.

You leaned back into your seat kicking your combat boots up onto the dashboard nodding along to the music.

“Sweetie?” Your Aunt Sam said.

You pulled your sunglasses down and pulled out an earbud, “What’s wrong?”

The woman pursed her lips but replied, “Nothing is wrong. Just…please remember to stick to the curfew of not going out of the house past 7 and especially be cautious of any suspicious activity.”

“Suspicious? Your talking like we’re in a 007 movie.” You joked only to realize your aunt was serious for once.

“We’re only going to be here for a week so…don’t do anything stupid, but make new friends. Just—don’t go too far with those friends. Understood?”

You lifted your glasses back up and replied, “Crystal.”

You continued to listen to your music until you noticed something strange. A single red ballon just floating there on the side of the road. Why did that ballon seem so familiar?

“Auntie?”

“Mm?”

“Did you see that ballon?”

“A balloon?”

“Yeah it was just floating there on the side of the road.”

Your aunt gave you a strange look as if she was asking if you were “smoking the devils lettuce” before turning back to the road.

You decided not to push it and continued to listen to your music but couldn’t stop feeling like you knew that from somewhere. Like a memory buried deep, deep, down inside your brain being dusted off and brought to the light. Only the light was dim and you could just faintly remember blue eyes and a big clown like grin. And a name…what was it?

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The Odds Were in Our Favor

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Summary: You reflect on your time with Finnick while preparing for your wedding. 

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, I wrote it and then hated it so I rewrote it….


You sat in your room in District 13, looking into the mirror but not seeing your reflection. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the simple, but elegant white dress laying on your bed. Today was the day. You were finally marrying Finnick, the love of your life.

As you pinned up your hair in a loose fashion, you remembered how it all had started.

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Y/N L/N, the winner if the 70th Hunger Games, a 17 year old girl from District 8. The orphan who managed to win it all. Only a year after your “victory” you were returning to the overwhelming sound and color of the Capitol as the youngest mentor in the history of the games. Your own mentor, James, had died suddenly two months before, leaving you to try and keep the new tributes alive.

Winning the Hunger Games was more of a curse than a blessing. Everyone spoke about be grateful for surviving, for getting to go home. No one ever told the tributes about the nightmares, the loneliness, and the blackmail. It forced you to grow up fast, and alone. If you had let anyone into your heart, they would have been astonished by your strength, by how you managed to get out of your bed each day after reliving your final moments in the arena every night.

But you didn’t let anyone in. Becoming quiet, you did your best to balance being kind to the tributes with not making an attachment. It was too hard. They were your friends, your peers. It just made it all the harder when you had to say goodbye on the morning of the games. All you could do was hug them tight and hope they would listen to your advice.

They did not. The boy died at the cornucopia within ten minutes of the countdown, and the girl just hours later, hunted by a career pack. You didn’t watch the rest of the games. For the first day, you were locked away from the world, crying. When you fell into a restless sleep, you could only dream of the boy from District 2 with his hands around your throat. You tossed and turned, as you remembered grabbing a rock and with the last vestiges of strength, hitting him. Hitting him over and over and over again as you cried.

You woke, breathing heavily with tears streaming down your face. Shaking, you dressed and took a walk through the slightly less crowded streets of the Capitol. The people were so consumed with watching the large public screens that no one took notice of you. Well, almost no one.

A very handsome, but equally broken man had just made a deal with some sponsors when he saw you. 

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Be the Boss.| CEO! S.coups smut|

Warnings: Dom!S.coups, Daddy kink, oversimulation and Sin, pure sin. (I’ll never look at my secretary friend the same way ever again)

A/n : oh lord this took a while to write, I am so sorry for the delay but I’m happy with how it turned out and i hope you will like it too.


“You’re late. Again.” He was leaning against my desk with his hands in his pockets. My office was right outside of his, seperated with a thin wooden door.

He asked me to get him coffee before I get to work and the line in the shop wasn’t helping me inprove my image of always being late. He was the biggest jerk when it came to me. Giving me the hardest time as his secretary but fuck was he the sexiest Boss I ever had.

The way he gave me commands and threats for the deadlines were too hot to make me mad at him. He looked so good in his white shirt with some of the buttons undone, exposing his pale neck and strong forearms. black throusers hugging his thighs just right and his messy hair made me want to attack him.

I quickly shook those thoughts away. “I’m so sorry sir. the lin-” “Quit the excuses (y/n)” he cut me off and took the coffee from my hand, getting really close to me. My heart was beating faster. “I’m gonna have a meeting with an important guest this afternoon. Don’t mess it up for me okay?” he said in a mocking tone. “got it sir.” I was looking away the whole time too scared to make an eye contact. He left my office after saying a quiet “good” under his breath.

A few hours had past. The “important guest” and my boss we having a meeting for over an hour now. I jumped when I heard my name being called. I quickly stood up, fixing my skirt, I opened the door, Seungcheol was sitting on his chair, and his guest, who was actually a really handsome man probably in his 30s, was sitting in front of him. Both of them turned to me. “Bring me the files I gave you yesterday” Seungcheol said coldly. All I did was nod and went to take the files from the corner of my desk and enter his office again. As I walked my way to his desk I noticed the man clearly checking me out as he leaned back on his chair. I bent down a little to place the files on the desk. Seungcheol gave me a dirty look which made me stand straight right away, I took a step back and bowed down as I left the office.

After another half an hour passed. Suddenly the door opened, The man came out. Since the exit was from my office that’s how he had to leave. I stood up. “Seungcheol is really blessed to have a beautiful secretary like you, Isn’t he”. I quickly bowed down thanking him as he left.

Still confused from what just happened I turned to the other side of my desk to tidy it up a little and get mind off of it. I almost jumped out of my own skin when I heard Seungcheol’s voice behind me. “You really enjoyed the attention, didn’t you?” he asked. I turned around and he was already getting really close to me. “pardon me?” I asked. “oh now you’re playing dumb?” he answered. He reached to the desk behind me and pushed some of the papers aside, picked me up and roughly put me on the desk, suddenly attacking my neck with his lips. I was too shocked to do anything, all I could do was to moan from the contact of his lips and my sensitive skin. “Walking around in that tight skirt of yours, of course anyone would want to fuck the shit out of you”. His words made me moan louder as he pressed his hard member in between my legs. I reached with my hand and gave him a light squeeze. He hissed and roughly took my shirt off,exposing my black bralette as I unbottoned his shirt all the way. He pulled away. “on your knees babydoll” I got on my knees with a satisfied smirk. His zipper looked like it was gonna explode from his boner. I Quickly took off his belt and unzipped his pants. His boxers stained from precum. I pushed his boxers down. He sighned as the cool air hit his throbbing hard member. He was thick and veiny just as I imagined. I was quick to start sucking on his tip as pumped him with my hand. He threw his head back and let out a soft moan “now don’t tease me princess, It won’t have a good ending”. I kept teasing him with slow kitten licks just to see how much I can push him. He growled and pulled my hair so I could look at him. “Oh you never learn do you?” . He sudennly thrusted in my mouth deep, I held back a gag and rested my hands on his torso. He kept thrusting, getting faster and harder, his groans made me feel weak. I started to tear up and right when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore he stoped and pulled me up. I was trying to catch my breath but he quickly pressed his lips against mine. They were like cotton candy, so soft and sweet. He pressed his hand in between my legs, I let out a moan at his sudden action. “look how wet you are just from sucking me off” he chuckled. I felt heat rush up to my cheeks as he pushed my panties aside and started to toy with my enterance. “Seungcheol!” I moaned when he pushed two fingers inside of me. “That’s not what you have to call me dollface” he said kissing my jaw and pumping his fingers faster. “D-daddy..” I let out between shaky breaths and moans. “ah you’re learning fast”. He pushed his fingers out of me licking them clean. He roughly turned me around bending me over my desk, pulling down my underwear and pushing my skirt up, He took out a condom from his pocket, quickly put it on and started to rub his member against enterance. I felt a hard slap on my ass. “Will you be a bad girl again? will you go around acting so seductive around other men again?” he spanked me after each question. “n-no daddy, I won’t”. Right when I finished my sentence he pushed his member inside of me. I Moand loudly. Not letting me get used to his size he started to thrust in me with no mercy. This was my boss that I had a crush on for months now, fucking me because he was jelous. The idea alone could get me off. Didn’t take me long to get close to reaching my climax. “I-I’m gonna cum” but before he could get the warning I already came but he didn’t stop. He pulled me by my hair so my back was pressed against his chest. The oversimulation was makeing me scream his name. Soon his thrust became sloppy and I felt him cum inside the condom. I sighned and we both started to catch our breaths. he took off and threw the condom in the trash can next to my desk. We both fixed ourselves quietly but before I could speak he pulled me by my waist. “ I never thought I would say this but, I want you to join me for a dinner.”.

Originally posted by seungcheofine

Goodbye, Princeling

His eyes were still the same shade of blue.

In all the years she’d known him, in all the years they’d been together, that had never changed. Even when his face grew lined and his hair turned to grey, his eyes still held the twinkle of a young prince, of someone who had been through hell and survived, of someone who still laughed despite ruling a kingdom that had once ruled an empire.

She couldn’t help but fixate on his eyes, eyes that shuttered every few minutes, in pain or exhaustion or old age, Manon couldn’t tell. She didn’t think about the breaths that were becoming more and more laboured with each passing second, or the fact that he could barely sit up.

She focused on him instead.

Her princeling, her love. Her mortal love.

Mortal.

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Accidents Happen (Part 6/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Little fun fact: the cologne I mention is Tom Ford Neroli Portofino and I thought it was funny because Tony Stark mentions wearing a Tom Ford suit in CA:CW! LOL!

Warnings: Panic attack, teen pregnancy, swears, angst, etc.

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Originally posted by agresje


“Dad?” Tony asked, shocked, “What the hell do you mean, ‘Dad’?”

You couldn’t answer him.

You couldn’t think.

You couldn’t breathe.

The only thing you could feel was the terror and pain that monster had caused you. The memories that you had – apparently – repressed. You had only remembered the arguing, the fighting, and the violence directed at your mother…

You didn’t remember them being directed at you, but you could see his face in your memories. The memories that were bubbling under the surface were not the good ones that you had previously remembered. They weren’t the ice cream dates that he had brought you to. They weren’t of him bringing you a teddy bear on valentine’s day, or a chocolate egg on Easter.

They were memories of a monster with your father’s face.

“Do it!” Your father would scream at you, holding a gun to your head. “Heal it!”

“I can’t, Daddy, I can’t!” You’d cry – shaking – holding a broken, tiny mouse in your little hands.

“Do it, or I shoot!”

“Daddy, please!” You sobbed, cradling the mouse to your chest in terror, “I don’t know how!”

BANG!

You screamed, jumping back as a bullet hit the wall - right next to your head.

Suddenly, you could feel the warm, tingling sensation that happened any time you used your ability, and the little mouse was shivering in your hands. It was going to be okay. You had healed its wounds.

“Very good, baby girl. Well done.” He would sneer. “Go get ready and daddy will take you out for some ice cream.”

You felt your body swing around, as Peter moved the chair. There was anxiety laced within his voice, “Y/n, baby, talk to me!”

Your hand flew to your chest. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Your head was starting to swim with lack of oxygen. You felt your heart palpitating in your chest. The pins and needles in your fingers and toes. You were pulled forward, into Peter’s chest and onto the floor. You couldn’t hear him, but you could feel him. His hands were shaking, but they were holding you tightly against his warm body – pulling you onto his lap. One hand was pinning your body to his chest, and the other one was running up and down your back, like he did any time you cried.

His voice sounded like it was underwater, but you could hear him talking to you, “Baby, you need to breathe. Calm down. Listen to my voice. Y/n, please. Calm down.” He turned your head, pressing your ear against his chest, “L-listen to my heartbeat. Concentrate. Come on.”

Suddenly, you felt the usual fluttering of your child inside your belly.

The baby!

Everything came into focus.

You could hurt the baby! Breathe! Properly, goddammit! You focused on the feel of your baby in your belly. Every little twitch, every little movement. You focused on the arms, pinning you to Peter’s chest. You counted his heartbeats, trying to slow your breathing. You felt yourself able to breathe, again. The pain was still there, but you could breathe.

You moved your arms, burying yourself into the safe warmth of Peter’s chest. You could smell the light scent from the Tom Ford cologne you bought him for Christmas, and the smell of your laundry detergent. It was calming you down, a little more. You always loved how he smelled. Your arms wrapped around his middle, and you pulled yourself as close as you could with your belly in the way.

Then, the hysterics began.

The sobs that racked your body were a sound that you didn’t recognize. All you could see was the memories. All you could feel was the terror. You couldn’t get it to stop. All you could do was try to focus on Peter’s voice in your ear, the feel of his chest raising and falling, and the smell of him.

“Shhh. Y/n.” His lips were pressed against your hair, whispering near your ear. “Take deep breaths. He can’t hurt you. He’s contained. That cell is made for Banner, when he turns green. He can’t get to you. He doesn’t even know you’re here.”

“H-he will.” You sob, tears soaking his sweatshirt. “He’s g-going t-to hu-hurt me, again.”

“Anyone else confused, right now?” Tony’s voice came from behind you, “Because I’m lost.”

Peter tensed, arms wrapping around you tighter. He whispered in your ear, “You don’t have to tell them, if you don’t want to.” One hand moved to your belly, and the other was still firmly wrapped around your body. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay? Has it passed?”

You sniffed, nodding after a deep breath, “y-yeah.” You pulled back, laying your hand on top of his, “It passed. I-I’m okay. Baby’s okay. Still kicking my bladder, in there.”

He brought his hands up to your face, thumbs brushing the tears away. His eyes were still a little wild, but he sagged in relief. He pulled you up, helping you sit in the chair and handing you a bottle of water, “Drink this.” You took a small sip, and he sighed, “Babe, you need to drink more than that.”

You heard the door to the meeting room open, and Dr. Cho came in with a frazzled looking Bruce. “Miss Y/L/n. I’m just going to check your vitals, quick, okay?” She walked over, setting a bag down on the table and pulling out a stethoscope and other doctor equipment.

“In the meantime,” Tony said, sitting in the same chair from before, “What the hell just happened?”

“That’s my dad.” You said quietly, flinching at the tightness of the blood pressure cuff Cho was currently inflating. “I haven’t seen him since I was seven.”

“You’re telling me that this man,” Tony waved an arm to the screen that you refused to look at, “is your father? Why the hell is he not on your birth certificate?”

“I don’t know.” You shook your head, taking another swig of the water and leaning your head against the back of the chair – exhausted. “He knows about me. He’s the reason I am the way I am.” You turned to Peter with watery eyes, “I remember, now.”

He leaned down, kissing the crown of your head in comfort.

“What can you tell us about him?” Steve asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs at the front of the room, “Did you know he was HYDRA?”

“No. I didn’t know.” You shook your head, “But I knew that he was bad. He used to-” You stopped, clamping your eyes shut and grabbing Peter’s hand, “He used t-to hold a g-gun to my head… To make me train my ability.” Peter’s hand tightened, and you kept going. “I think I repressed a lot of it, because I only remembered him being awful towards my mom. Then, when I saw his picture, it all sort of came back.”

“That happens.” Bucky said from the chair behind you, “It happens to me, sometimes, about my time with HYDRA.”

“Where did you guys find him?” You asked, not sure if you wanted to really know.

“Near Montauk, New York.” Steve replied. He had been in New York? “He was trying to transport weapons from sailboats to a ship waiting a few miles from the coast.”

“Now he’s here?” You asked, feeling calmer. Numb. Exhausted.

“Why don’t I bring you back to the apartment?” Peter asks, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, “The stress can’t be good for the baby.”

“I need to-” You felt tears leak out, again. “I need to talk to my mom. I need my mom. She needs to know.”

___

You felt a sense of déjà vu as you stood outside the door to your old, decrepit apartment with Clint and Peter. It felt the same as the day that you told your mother you were getting emancipated, and packed what little things you had in that apartment. She had not taken that very well. You just hoped that she would listen to what you had to say, now.

“Yeah?” Your mom answered the door, looking worse for the wear. Her hair was greasy, face pale, and her robe barely covered how skinny she was getting. “Y/N? What the hell do you want?”

You looked down, swallowing down your nerves, “We need to talk.”

“About what?” She snapped, pulling her robe tighter, “About how you abandoned me?”

“Dad’s back.”

Her face turned white, eyes wide in shock. “No. That can’t be.” She opened the door wider, staggering over to the couch and picking up a bottle of something clear. She took a swig, “Where is he?”

“He’s being held prisoner by The Avengers.” You replied. “He’s part of a bad organization.”

“How do you know all this?” Her hands were shaking as she pushed her greasy hair from her face.

“I work with them.” You sat down on the other end of the couch, “I work in Med Bay at the Avengers tower.”

She shook her head. “Bullshit. Don’t fucking lie to me. I know about your little secret.” She took another swig. “They wouldn’t accept you, otherwise.”

“Hey, now.” Clint defended, “She’s one of the smartest kids I know.”

“Obviously not.” Your mom rolled her eyes, gesturing to your swollen belly, “Got herself knocked up, didn’t she?”

“Anyways.” You cut them off, “So you know about me? When did you know?”

“I’ve always known.” She waved you off, “I’m your mother.”

What the fuck? How the fuck? She never said anything. “Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, confused, “How did you know?”

She leaned back into the couch, pulling her feet up. “You used to heal me, you know.” She smiled to herself, “When your father would go into one of his rages and would… You would come into my room, after. You would come snuggle up next to me, and run your hands over any wounds I had. I felt this warmth, and they would just…heal.” A small tear leaked out of her eye, “I think that’s why your father used to be like that, to me. To make you heal me. He was never like that when I married him.”

“I don’t remember that.” You frowned, “I don’t remember a lot of things.”

“I paid good money to keep it that way.” She grabbed a pack of smokes from the coffee table, lighting one up and blowing it away from you. “You shouldn’t be trying to undo it. It won’t be pretty.”

You could feel Peter twitching about her smoking around you, “Mom. I’m pregnant. Wait to smoke until I leave.”

She shook her head, taking one last drag before stubbing it out.

“What do you mean you paid good money to keep it that way?” Clint asked. “What did you do?”

“There was this professor.” She started, crossing her arms. “A good man in a wheelchair. He said that he could help me make her forget.” She shrugged, waving a hand in your direction. “Obviously, that didn’t work, and I wasted my time and money.”

“Why did you blame me?” You asked, needing to know the answer to the question you’d always wondered. “Why did you say it was my fault that we left?”

“You were the reason.” She huffed, “He tried to sell you to some guy named Pierce.”

“Alexander Pierce?” Clint asked, lines forming on his brow in confusion. “He tried to sell her to HYDRA?”

“I don’t know.” Your mom sighed, running a hand through her hair, “I left before anything could happen and hid us.”

This was too much information to take in. You were officially overwhelmed. You needed time to process all this information. “Peter, can you take me home, now? I need to go lie down.”

He nodded, pulling you up from the couch. His hand went to the small of your back, leading you around the coffee table.

“You may hate me.” Your mom said, staring down at the bottle with a sad look on her face, “I don’t care. I tried to save you as best as I could. Even if I have been a piece of shit mother, and I hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“I know, mom.” You sighed, leaning into Peter. “I wish things could be different.”

With that, you walked out the door

__

You woke to the sound of a phone blaring on the night stand.

“Babe.” Peter groaned next to you, shaking your shoulder, gently. “That one’s yours.”

You looked over at the clock. 3:34 AM. Who the fuck is calling a pregnant woman at this fucking hour? You slid the little answer key over without looking at your phone, putting it up to your ear. “Hello?” You answered confused, voice thick with sleep.

“Y/N!” It was Natasha. She sounded like she was in the middle of a shootout. You could hear gunfire, and Natasha’s strained breathing. You sat up immediately, slapping peter awake. “You need to have Peter bring you and May somewhere safe. Now.”

“What? Why? What’s happened?” The alarm in your voice had Peter sitting up, immediately, “Are you in a fight, right now? Natasha?”

You were not prepared for Natasha’s response.

“Sean Morris has escaped.”


Part 7

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