is he maybe beaming down into your room idk who knows

More Superfamily

For @superhusbandswithasideoffamily <3

As it happened, the fact that their newly adopted son turned out to be enhanced came as a complete surprise to Tony and Steve.

They’d had him two months and three days. A three year old that both Tony and Steve had fallen in love with the moment they’d set eyes on him. He was small and skinny and had the hugest eyes Tony thought he’d ever seen, and a laugh that made his heart want to melt. Although pretty shy at first, when Steve had happened to hit on the right question (’so what’s your favourite thing to do?’), the boy turned out to be passionate and excited and very, very fucking smart.

Yeah. It was a pretty easy decision, in the end.

Signing all the papers and going though all the checks (although- seriously, they were superheroes, did they really need to go through the ‘do you have murderous urges?’ questions?) was totally, utterly worth it to see the look on Peter Parker’s face when he was told he’d get to have a new home with them.

And hell- him coming back with them had probably been one of the happiest days of Tony’s life. For the first time in his life, he had a proper, honest-to-God family. Tony was man enough to admit he’d shed a tear or two.

At least he wasn’t like Steve though. That man took one look at Tony holding Peter at the threshold of the tower and burst straight into tears.
(Natasha was going to delete the video of him going up to Steve seconds after and then doing exactly the same thing. He would make sure that footage was never seen by anyone else’s eyes again.)

So yes. Happiness all around. They had a son. They had a son who could speak better than Clint in the mornings and owned a smile that made even Natasha swoon. Generally speaking, Tony was pretty sure he hadn’t stopped smiling for nearly three months. Steve was no better- damn guy looked constantly as if he was about to burst into song.

Of course- because they were superheroes and that was just their life- something had to surprise them out of the blue.

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Chicken Soup - Requested

Sam Holland x Reader

Words: 1,406

Requested by: anonymous

“Can you do an imagine where the reader is sam’s girlfriend and he’s taking care of her when she’s sick? xx”

Hi there! Just a little story: I guess I wasn’t reading the request so well because when I was writing it, it was the other way around? Like it was Sam who was sick and the reader was taking care of him? I might post it idk? I THINK I’VE WRITTEN THIS HORRIBLY but, I hope you like it! REQUESTS ARE CLOSED FOR NOW. SORRY!

(Harry’s BTS vid for “Roses for Lily” fucked me up so baaaad.. They’re so cuteeee) (Sam pls take care of me)



The word was just three goddamn letters but it would take a whole lot more than three fucking letters to fully and appropriately describe the absolute discomfort you were feeling. You couldn’t smell, couldn’t taste, your entire body felt like it was being exposed to subzero conditions, and your head felt like Thor himself was taking whacks at it with his Mjolnir.

“I love death and dying.” you sighed as you hugged a pillow close to your chest

Your boyfriend and an absolute angel, Sam, was lying next to you on your bed. He’d been waiting on your hand and foot the entire day. He just shook his head at what you said and held your hand, playing with your fingers.

“Anything you need, my love?” he asked you, his deep voice was like velvet, rich and smooth. Oh, you just loved it.

“You’re so beautiful, Sam Anthony.” you told him in all seriousness

He tried his hardest not to laugh but the exaggerated lovestruck way you were looking at him was too much. Sam chuckled and kissed you on your forehead, he immediately felt your burning temperature.

“Christ, Y/N! You’re burning up, Jesus Christ, wait here.” he immediately shot out of your bed and rushed to your bathroom

“Wait, Sam, don’t leave meee.” you reached for him but your arms just met thin air

Your fever was climbing steadily, it was making you delirious. Or maybe not that delirious, at least that’s what the fishes swimming in front of you were saying. Beautiful, colourful fishes swimming in crystalline water right in front of your eyes.

“Pretty, pretty fishies.” you beamed, reaching a hand out to touch them

Sam emerged from your bathroom, a wet washcloth in his hand. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw you almost drunkenly poking thin air, dread filled his senses as he approached you.

“Love?” he called out to you apprehensively

He sat down on your bed and slowly shook your shoulder. Your glazed over eyes met his worried green ones, he gave you a tight smile. Sam was a little scared, he’d never seen you so out of it before.

“Sammy!” you squealed albeit weakly

“Hi, love. Hold still, please.” he gently placed the damp washcloth on your forehead

The cool sensation against your burning forehead made you sigh. The fishes swimming in your vision dissolved into your boyfriend’s anxious expression.

“Are you okay, Sam?” you asked him. Your initial delirium was beginning to fade, a disoriented feeling washing over you.

“Y/N, you’re the one who’s burning up here and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” he shook his head at you, placing a hand on top of the washcloth. Sam wished that the added pressure would just suck your fever away.

“I feel cold.” you mumbled weakly. The sound of your raspy voice just about broke Sam’s heart.

In the three years you two had been together, you never got sick. Three years and no sick days, you can see why Sam has grown accustomed to seeing you in perfect health. Whereas Sam, well, he occasionally had the sniffles, strep throat, that time he got the chickenpox was particularly difficult.

But you were the one who nursed him through all that, you took such good care of him (you just couldn’t control all of his scratching when he had the chickenpox so they left some scars on his face, but they blended in with his freckles). He always got better rather quickly. See, when you looked at it from that standpoint, you could confidently say that you were the one who always cared for Sam when he was sick.

Now though, you were sick and it was Sam’s job to take care of you, that was all he wanted to do really. He wanted to take care of you as well as you have cared for him.

“You know what my mum always makes for me when I have the flu, Y/N?” he tried to ignore the way his voice faltered as he watched a shiver pass through your body. Sam secured more blankets and wrapped them around you.

“Chicken soup, my love.” he continued, “It cures a multitude of ills and reaches deep into your soul.”

“Sam. What the fuck?” you may have been a little out of it earlier but there was no doubt in your mind that that statement right there, was just about the weirdest fucking thing that Sam has ever said.

“Too much?” Sam asked, smiling at you while stroking your hair

You nodded, rolling your eyes. He smiled wider, seeing you act like your normal self was comforting. At least you weren’t sick enough to dismiss his weirdness. He got up from your bed and bowed gentlemanly.

“My lady, I’m off in pursuit of chicken soup. I suggest you stay in bed and keep that on your head.”

The unintended rhyme he made caused you to giggle which turned into coughing fits. He rushed over to you to rub your back.

“Take it easy, Y/N. I’ll be right back.”

With a heavy sigh, he left your room. Why couldn’t you get better already? He hated seeing you in such a vulnerable state, he just wanted to hear you laugh, not cough until your chest ached.

Sam went into your kitchen and found a can of chicken soup in your cupboard. He opened it and jiggled the glutinous substance out of its can, the plop it made as it hit the bottom of the pot made Sam wrinkle his freckled nose. He stirred it around and added a glass of water, he was satisfied once it started to actually resemble soup.

He poured the finished product into a bowl and made his way back to you.

Thankfully, as he entered your room, you weren’t trying to grasp thin air again. Instead, you were sound asleep. How he wished he didn’t have to wake you up, but you had to eat and drink your medicine after.

Sam gently placed the bowl on your bedside table, he placed a tender hand on your cheek and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Sleeping Beauty had nothing on you, you didn’t have to wait a hundred years nor did Sam have to fight some malevolent dragon. You had your own Prince Phillip right there, no curses, no spinning wheels required.

Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled at your knight in grey sweater.

“My hero.” you whispered, taking in the sight of him

“Oh no, Y/N. Is the delirium coming back?” he asked you as he helped you lean against your headboard, propping your back up with pillows

You watched as Sam moved around your room with ease, turning the AC temperature up, gathering wayward pieces of clothing strewn on your floor. Finally, he picked up the bowl filled with piping hot chicken soup and sat next to you.

He lifted a spoonful to his beautiful lips and blew on it carefully, the sight of it made you feel all warm inside. Once the spoonful had cooled down to match Sam’s standards of appropriate soup temperature, he held it out to you.

You took a grateful sip, letting the savoury flavour linger in your mouth before swallowing, it felt like a soothing salve on your scratched up throat.

“Good?” Sam asked, noticing just a bit of colour return to your cheeks. He felt like he could give himself several congratulatory pats on the back.

“Yes. Very.”

He couldn’t help but grin, words couldn’t even describe how good Sam was feeling. “I told you chicken soup cures a multitude of ills.” he told you, holding out another spoonful to you

You took the spoon from him and put it back in the bowl. Moving closer to him, you placed your hands on both his speckled cheeks. Did he even know what a great job he was doing?

“I think you’re the cure, Sam.”

How you still managed to make him blush like a schoolboy, he will never figure out.

“It’s the chicken soup, my love.” he tried to brush off the butterflies in his stomach but the rosy tint in his cheeks could not be ignored.

“It’s you.”

“You silly girl.” Sam pressed his lips against yours, letting his warmth spread through you. The euphoria you felt as he kissed you was slowly but surely defeating any sickness you felt.

Oh, he was definitely the cure.

It burns, doesn’t it? [Prologue]

Genre: Mafia!au I Mature I Fluff? Angst…so much angst I Violence and all that good mafia stuff.

Members: Jungkook x Yoongi x Namjoon x Jin  x Hoseok x Jimin x Taehyung  Feat. Got7 

SummaryWhy am I hurting alone? Why am I in love alone?

Originally posted by berry852

| Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4  | Part 5 Part 6 |  Part 7  | Part 8  | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 |

You heard police and paramedics say it was a hit and run. There were others who were injured in the accident but your father was in the worse condition. 

“Dad…please, you can’t-’

‘I love you, ok? Take care of your aunt for me…tell your brother I’m-’ 

 You sobbed vigorously as police had forcefully pried you away from your father’s now lifeless form.

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youvegotsuchabigheart  asked:

JADE IDK IF YOU'RE STILL DOING THESE BUT I'd love bellarke + break-up but they have to pretend to be together at an event bc clarke hasn't told abby or whoever you want about it yet

so i’m not entirely sure this one makes a whole lot of sense BUT you asked for something angsty and i can assure you, there’s that (of the unresolved nature).

Bellamy’s standing by the bar at the wedding reception, lost in thought, when he feels a hand curl around his bicep.

He glances to the side, startled, only to see none other than his ex-girlfriend Clarke Griffin standing there, batting her big blue eyes at him. And his first reaction, despite the fact that they’ve been estranged for two years, is overwhelming fondness.

Outwardly, he raises his eyebrows at her flirtatious hand on his arm and without preamble says, “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

Her smile becomes razor sharp, but doesn’t drop. “My mom’s watching us.” Bellamy looks over her head. “To your nine o’clock.” He casually surveys the room and indeed, he spots the bride of the day approaching them in her resplendent green dress.

Bellamy looks back at Clarke. “You still haven’t told her we broke up?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you do the parent thing you did for Monchevy, but for Spirk pls? You don’t have to go so in depth though I know it probs takes a long time. Maybe just as a baby? And in canon verse if you can :)

Of. Course. Yes. I love these this gah

* Jim and Spock really don’t plan on having kids
* Jim had voiced his curiosity in what it would be like once but that was it
* “Huh, wonder what it’d be like to be a dad?” “Jim, having a child in your position is highly illogical—“ “yeah Spock I know I was just sayin’”
* However when they found the ship wreckage with two deceased adults (a Vulcan female and human male), and one living, if hungry, baby Vulcan, they couldn’t just leave him
* Even if he hadn’t wanted to take the baby (which he did), Jim would have at seeing the sadness on Spock’s face
* So they took the baby aboard ship and Jim took him into medbay for a checkup while Spock went off to “complete some paperwork”
* “Jesus Jim, a baby?” “Yeah, Bones. Thought it’s pretty obvious” “so what, you and the hobgoblin are adopting him?” “…idk Bones”
* Of course they did
* Or at least Spock did
* Apparently the ‘paperwork’ he had had to do had been adoption papers, in which he had forged Jim’s signature alongside his own
* “So you break the rules with this but not when I literally save your life?” “The two circumstances are completely different, Jim” “yeah but—wait we have a kid now??” “…yes”
* After further investigation of the ship they found a locket with the name Jevan in a crate along with a few baby blankets, a pacifier, and a stuffed creature which Spock tells Jim is a sehlat
* They consulted the higher-ups and managed to get them to allow them to raise Jevan on board the ship so long as proper accommodations were made
* So they set up a nursery in the room that used to be Spock’s before Spock moved into Jim’s
* Since they didn’t just have a crib on board the ship, they first let Jevan sleep between them on their bed so that he wouldn’t get hurt
* He was extremely young, only a few weeks by Bones’ estimation, so he didn’t yet understand what was happening and therefor thankfully didn’t cry too much
* Spock was immediately very close to him, Jim guessed it was because he saw similarity between them seeing as they were both half human and half Vulcan
* Spock carried little Jevan everywhere he went, day and night
* When they stopped on a planet to restock some supplies and were finally able to get a crib, it took all of Jim’s persuading to get Spock to set Jevan down to sleep in his own room instead of with them. In the end they agreed to move his crib into their room until he was at least a month or two older
* Jim put Jevan’s locket in a safe to give to him when he was older, but placed his blanket and stuffed sehlat in the crib with him
* As Jevan got older Jim and Spock took him to get his immunisations from Bones
* Bones claimed to dislike the “miniature hobgoblin” but everyone knew otherwise
* Bones showered Jevan with affection whenever he saw him, and Jevan loved him just as much
* The first night that Jevan slept in his own room he cried as expected
* Spock kept saying they should just let him sleep in their room, but Jim just walked over and gave Jevan his pacifier, which quietened him
* Spock still didn’t like being away from him, and was awake for most of the night, but Jevan didn’t cry anymore
* When he was about seven months old, Jevan said his first word
* It was “dad”, and surprisingly he said it to Jim and not Spock
* It happened while he was on the bridge during an uneventful trip, and everyone went silent, then burst into a round of applause
* Except Spock
* Spock seemed slightly upset as he walked over to Jim and took Jevan from him
* However that quickly changed to surprise and delight
* Turned out Jevan had formed a mental bond with him, something that Spock later explained was common between family members but nothing like the t’hyla bond he shared with Jim
* When Spock and Jim wanted time alone they usually asked Bones to take care of Jevan
* Bones always accepted reluctantly, but when the time came to part again he did that reluctantly as well
* When he wasn’t available, Jim asked Chekov, who positively beamed at him before saying yes
* When Jim and Spock went to collect Jevan later they found him asleep on Chekov’s lap, who was also asleep, while Sulu watched over them with a fond smile
* “Hey Spock I bet you $50 they’ll get together within a month” “Jim that is—“ “Come on Spock, have some fun!” “…Very well. I bet they’ll get together within two weeks”
* Jim and Spock both became ridiculously worried when Jevan got so much as the sniffles and would immediately take him to Bones, who rolled his eyes at them and told them not to worry so much (even though he got a little worried too)
* Scotty made a little rattle for Jevan, which Jevan absolutely loved but that kept Jim and Spock from precious sleep
* Uhura made it a point to make Jevan laugh every time she saw him
* Jim asked Spock if he wasn’t upset that Jevan was probably going to turn out more human than Vulcan
* “Why, Jim,” Spock answered, “why would that upset me? After all, the best part of me is human, too,” he said, looking pointedly at Jim with fondness clearly evident in his words and his gaze.

anonymous asked:

High school AU pls! Chocobros have been pining after the new exchange student in the hopes they'll notice them. How do the boys get their attention? (I'm fine with any high school scenario, it's up to you! Just give me teeth rotting fluff and I'll love you!)

Oh High School. *shakes fist* High School, teenagers mortal enemies! But because you’re such a sweetheart! Olive’s gonna do her best! <3



“There she goes again.” Prompto stated, as he and Noctis watched you move through the cafeteria, sitting beside Lunafreya and Ravus. “Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Noctis glanced toward the table, seeing Ravus glaring at him, it’s like the man knew when he was trying to look at you. “Well Ravus is one.”

Gladiolus clapped the smaller male on the back, “But you’re friends with Lunafreya, just ask her to put in a good word for you.”

Noctis waved it off, as he stared at the mistaken veggie patty he picked up, passing it off to Gladiolus. Lowering his head to rest on the table, his blue eyes locked to your profile, as you laughed with the two siblings, hoping that at some point you’d notice him.

“Dude, bell.” Prompto called, tapping Noctis head with his notebook.

Noctis yawned, getting up, in the moment his eyes left you, only to notice that you were walking toward him. Nervously he stood up straight bumping into Gladiolus who almost drowned in his 4th gatorade. When you turned toward him, smiling softly.

“Hi, Noctis.”

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anonymous asked:

Mom!!! Your blog literally makes my day every time I read one of your posts whether I'm crying or not (which btw totally emo over 9 years with shinee wow). can you do shinee on picture day (like for high school or college or something idk) if you haven't already?? p.s. I LOVE YOU

i am still emo over 9 year old babies, join me and my tears baby ILY2


  • his mom called him in the morning to make sure he looks presentable (onew: mom i’m in college pls / key: stop wearing a sweater vest rn)  
  • slept with wet hair and now the back of his head is just straight up flat and looks like a diamond facet and his bangs are sticking out in all the directions 
  • dunked his head real quick under the faucet for a do-over 
  • borrowed a straightener from someone on his floor 
  • carefully makes his hair v neat and straight 
  • maybe a bit too straight so he gelled it to the side (jong: look, a nerd) 
  • blinks when the flash goes off 
  • redo 
  • ~pretty eye-smile~ 


  • shit he’s forgetting something isn’t he 
  • doesn’t know what it is but he can f e e l it 
  • hey kibum you look nice today (key: *up-downs him* it’s picture day and you are in sweats / jong: fuck let me borrow your shirt / key: lol you wish) 
  • struggles 
  • the top of of his sweatpants somewhat peeks out under the button-down that is now on his body bc he’s insisting on half-tucking it 
  • but better that than a sweatshirt with a giant dinosaur on it (key: *swallowed up in said giant hoodie* i am a ball of rage) 
  • beaming bc him and key are next to each other in the yearbook and they’re matching and that’s hilarious 


  • woke up really early to get ready 
  • 5am is too early to be woken up by psy’s “i luv it” (minho: *lobs something from across the room, still asleep* do nOT love it) 
  • has poses and the soft smile DOWN to a t 
  • put whitening strips on (minho: what’s on your teeth / key: shit i forgot to take them off after 30 mins) 
  • his teeth are sensitive af now and he can’t stop running his tongue over his gums 
  • 10/10 do not recommend 
  • prepared his bomb af outfit a week in advance 
  • super salty that jjong burgled away it away 
  • still wore it better tho 


  • wearing a polo shirt buttoned all the way up 
  • “it’s hard to breathe but i look nice” 
  • brought a pocket comb and has not stopped combing his hair since they got on line (taemin: *resisting the urge to ruffle his hair for the umpteenth time*)
  • when he sits for the pic, looks like a freaking statue 
  • 1. bc v handsome 
  • 2. he’s completely still
  • doesn’t even to blink (jong: ming pls your crazy eyes are showing) 
  • unfair how photogenic he is (onew: wanna share some of that talent with me??) 
  • bows and thanks the photographer who is maybe in love with him now 


  • the line for pictures is soooo long 
  • legs are tired so he sits down 
  • @ everyone looking at him: what
  • checks his face on his phone before his turn to fluff hair and make sure he licked off all the cookie crumbs 
  • sits on the stool but doesn’t know what to do with his hands 
  • didn’t realize that they would show up in the photo and now you can see him awkwardly cradling them in his lap (key: aw look at your baby hands / taemin: sTOP) 
  • says cheese when the flash goes off 
  • really hopes that his pics turned out okay this year 
Trust Issues (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

Request: do you think you could write a jared fic where him and reader have a fight or something and he’s very stubborn and it’s a big angsty,,, maybe he thinks reader is cheating or something idk, but then happy ending! thanks dude - you don’t have to tho xo  

WC: 1,110

A/N: I think I like this 

Jared Kleinman has insecurities. He doesn’t like that he’s chubby and has light stretch marks on his thighs. He doesn’t like his glasses, or pretty much anything about himself, but you made him feel better. You were able to show him that he’s perfect just the way he is. You cared about him because you love him. Well, he thought so.

He hadn’t heard from you in a while. You were on a surprise vacation with your family in a place that had terrible cell reception. He knew that, but it still didn’t keep his mind from wandering. He thought about how he was lesser than the exotic boys you were probably meeting. He was Jared Kleinman, who hid in a shell of sarcasm to protect himself from getting hurt. Not some hot dude who radiated off confidence and sex.

He hadn’t noticed that he was feeling that shitty, until you had come back from your trip. He was excited to see you, but expected you to come home and dump him. He was preparing himself for the blow when you invited him over when your family got settled. As he was walking to your house, he was going over it in his head. He would be strong, act like he didn’t care that the person he loved was leaving him for someone else. Some one better than him. NO! There was no one better than the insanely cool Jared Kleinman! If you couldn’t see that, than he didn’t need you.

When he got to your house, he realized the he does need you. He wasn’t ready for this, he loves you. He can’t lose you! He was about to leave until you opened your front door.

You had a beaming smile, “Jared!”, you gave him a hug attack, and for a moment he let his doubts slip away. You pulled away and gave him a passionate kiss. His eyes widened, he was not expecting this to go the way it was going. You pulled him, by the collar of his shirt, into your house. “Come on, we have to do this quick. My parents went to the store and they’ll be back in like 20 minutes.”, you informed while kissing his neck. He nodded and held in quiet groans as you nipped at his neck. He peeled you away to take your shirt off.

His cheeks burned as he looked at you, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”, you responded, giggling.

As the two of you went on, Jared felt like he was being an idiot earlier. You loved him, you weren’t cheating on him. Or maybe you were, maybe that’s why you were adamant on ‘making to night about him’. Not because you loved him, because you felt guilty about what you had done.

He pushed you off of him, from the position you two had migrated into on the couch.

You looked at him quizzly, “Jar? Are you alright?”

He scoffed, “Don’t ‘Jar’, me! God, I didn’t think you’d be the type of person to do this.” He turned away from you with his arms crossed.

You comfortingly reached out to touch his shoulder, “Jared, what are you talking about?”

Jared acted like when you touched him, he was burned by acid, “Don’t touch me! Look I’m sorry I’m not good enough, okay? Do I need to say it? I’m not hot, I’m me. I know that you don’t love me anymore. I’m not even sure you even did. It was all just pity, wasn’t it?”

“Jared, don’t say that! I love you more than I love anything.”, you looked at him with sadness in your eyes. He almost stopped accusing you when he saw that. But, he took it as you trying weasel out of this.

“Bullshit! You don’t need me, or want me anymore. You found someone else, right? What’s his name, huh? That’s why you were being so nice to me today. You wanted to have sex with me because you felt bad about screwin’ someone else!”, he yelled as he stood up from the couch. He looked around the room to try and find where his clothes were thrown.

Anger bubbled up in you, “You don’t trust me! I didn’t have sex with anyone else, Jared!” You stood up also to find your clothes.

“Oh yeah, sure. I totally believe you.”, he said with sarcasm dripping from each word.

“Why can’t you just let go of your pride for one second and listen to me! I love you not some egotistical jerk who I’ve known for like a week. You’re wonderful to me, Jared Kleinman.”, you said once you both had your clothes on. You were hoping that what you said would put some water on this fire, but it only fueled him.

“Is that why before I even stepped into your house, you were trying to have sex with me? Why did you just skip the chit chat and get right to the main event?!”, he yelled while speaking with his arms.

You laughed at what he said, “You’re complaining about me wanting to have sex with you?! You’ve never done that before! I wanted to do that because I’ve missed you, you asshole.” You were both silent for a moment before you calmly spoke, “My parents are going to be home soon. I want you to leave.”

He clenched his hands as he pushed by you to get to the door, “I’m leaving because I want to, not because you want me to.”

When he left, you curled up onto the couch and sighed. How did things go so wrong so fast?

Later that night, you decided to call Jared. He had to have calmed down by now, right? He answered immediately, but didn’t say anything. Neither of you did for a while.

Jared spoke first, “I’m sorry.” He was quiet, to a point where you almost couldn’t hear him, but you did.

“Me too.”, you responded, closing you eyes.

“No, I should be the one to be sorry. I should have trusted you. I let my own insecurities out on you, you don’t need that.”

“I understand that, but I should have stayed calm. We both should have.”

Jared smiled to himself, “Yeah. I love you, I really do. I do trust you, a lot.”

“Thank you, but we’re gonna have to talk about your problems sometime. But not tonight, it’s late.”, you said to him.

“Can I come over?”, he asked.

You chuckled, “No, we have a security system and I don’t want you to get me and you into trouble.”

“Okay, I love you.”

“I love you too, Jared.”



Request: hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3 

warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.

gif cred @lovemusiclifexx


They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.

“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.

“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.

He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”

“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.

“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.

“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.

“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.

She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.

Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”

“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.

“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.

“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.

“Stiles,” she warned.

“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.

“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”

His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”

Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would. 

“Enlighten me,” she smiled.

“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”

He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.

“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.

“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.

She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.

“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.

“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.

“What?” he said again.

“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”

“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.

“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.

“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”

“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.

Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.

“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.

“Ouch,” she said.

“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.

“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.

“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”

“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.

“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.

“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.

“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”

“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”

“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.

“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.

“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged.

“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.


“Like I give great cuddles.”

“From practicing with your pillow?”

“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”

“From practicing on your hand?”

“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”

“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”

Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”

They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.

His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”

“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.

He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.

“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.

“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.

“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.

“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”

For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.

She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”

The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy,  the lights were blurring.

“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”

“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.

“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”

“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.

“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.

“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.

“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.

“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.

It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.

“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.

Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.

“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.

“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.

“Yeah?” he breathed.

“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.

“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.

Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.

“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.

“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.

“I really tried,” she laughed.

He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.

“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.

“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?” 

“Maybe?” she repeated.

“Yeah,” his cheeks warmed.

“More than maybe,” she decided.

I Love Clichés

Summary: Based on this ask vvv

Anonymous said: A NYE fic where the reader and Bucky get shit faced drunk and end up sleeping together and wake up on New Years like … wait… wut? And they’re all confused and shit.

Word Count: 1.2K

Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve, Sam

Warnings: Kinda smutty (idk), kissing, cursing, drinking, cliches, bad writing, ash having a computer, ash writing, idfk reader beware, lol. 

A/N: I had to force myself to write something. Here it is. I apologize. 

Originally posted by seabasschino

You couldn’t decide whether the room was spinning or if you had fell asleep on a carousel, but you definitely weren’t anticipating just how dizzy you were when you tried to sit up. The sun beaming in through your curtains felt like lasers burning your retinas, searing into you foggy, throbbing brain, and you groaned as you threw off your duvet, swinging your feet to the ground.

Wait. Why am I naked?

A familiar groan rumbles behind, sending your grasping for something to conceal your decency, as Bucky sits up against your headboard. You couldn’t choose where to look first, from his bare, sculpted chest, to his bulging arms flexing as he propped up his head, the man was flawless.

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Karen-Peter Parker

Request @3waystraffic -Hello Sunshine ! I just came home from watching Spiderman and it was fantastic! And I might have fell in love with Peter (childhood crushes are hard to get rid of) I was wondering if you’d be interested in a little fanfic where the reader is a robotic genius, and is a bit sassy sometimes (but not in a Michelle vibe idk if you know what I mean), and Stark recruits her to help Spiderman, to upgrade his costume and one day they are just chatting and he discovers her middle name is Karen? Love u!

 This was fun to write, not sure I made the reader sassy though and I don’t think this is one of my best fics, but I put in my best efforts, thanks for the request. Hope you enjoy.



 Mr Stark or Tony as he says I should call him had recruited me only 5 days ago, I would be the youngest on the team, my job was to assist the Avengers with training, preparing, during and after missions, I was the guy in the chair. But today Tony asked me to help out Spiderman. I sat in the large room at one end of the Grand meeting table, with light glaring in from the double story windows, I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked to see Tony standing proudly behind me, “You ready kid?”. “Obviously” I responded,“I am the genius of the team”, I rolled my eyes at him.

 The doors swung open to reveal a small teenaged boy, who came bounding into the room and began flipping up to me and Tony Stark. “Alright Mr Stark, I’m ready for the mission” he said as he began to box the air in front of him. “Are you sure this is him?!"I asked,” I mean really, he’s like 14" I looked up at Tony concerned. “He’s 15 and so are you, it’s him” Tony responded, nodding at the boy. “Yeah, I’m Spider-man” he said proudly beaming down at me then back up at Tony.“ And em…who is she?” “Me ? I am your only hope, I’m your new trainer” I lifted up my notepad and began flipping wildly through the pages,“I’ve already upgraded your suit and you need to understand it, so come on Spider Boy let’s move” “W-Wh-What ? Mr Stark you can’t be serious” he whined at Tony. “Alright Peter, Y/N knows exactly what she’s doing, she is a genius and you will respect her, because if you don’t you will have to answer to me” “Come on Spider Boy, we have ALOT of training to do with you” I said rolling my eyes. “Hey! I don’t need that much training” he said “Oh yes you do Peter, I can promise that”.

He followed me through the maze like corridors which I easily navigated much to his amazement. “So..Um Your like really a genius ?"he said breaking the silence, "Yes Peter weren’t you listening to Tony” “Tony! He lets you call him Tony !?” “Yes he says I’ve already achieved that privilege” “So how old are you ? I’m 15” “I know your 15 so am I, I’ve got your file” “My file ?! I have a file?” Before I could responded he had burst through into the training warehouse, and was standing in awe at the high tech equipment at our disposal. 

“Wow, is this my training warehouse ?” He said excitedly “Well, no it’s mine but since I’m training you today we can say it’s yours ?” “I can deal with that” I spent the first half of the day attempting to explain to Peter how his new suit works and then the rest was him training in it, which was slightly more difficult than I anticipated. It was 10o'clock at night, and Peter was absolutely exhausted, he let out a loud sigh as he removed his tight mask and suit and stood in his boxers. He put his hand over himself at an attempt at covering himself. He desperately scanned the room in search of his clothes, slowly blushing more the longer he stood naked. “Hey, Spider boy” I yelled catching is attention, “I wondered what this is ?” I dangled his clothes in front of his face, “Yeah, you are genius spider boy.” “Oh come on” he said accompanied with a pleading look, “I’m tired” now he began to whine. “Alright you baby, no need to cry to mummy” I threw the clothes at his chest,“why don’t you stay in my wing tonight ? I’ll make us some dinner and it’ll save you going back to queens” “That sounds perfect” he beamed at me, as he danced about trying to put his trousers on. Soon he was sitting at the breakfast bar talking to me about some utter nonsense as I threw a pizza in the oven. “So…um,Y/N you know everything about me having read my file, and since your my trainer maybe I should know you better ?” “Alright Peter Benjamin Parker, what do you wanna know ?” “Your full name ?” “My full name is Y/F/N, Karen Y/L/N” “Karen !!! No chance, that’s suit lady’s name” “I know Peter, I know everything”

Just A Click Away - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by koenigreus

Prompt : Reader has to choose between her sweet online friend and her cute blind date. (not my gif)

 Warnings : nada 

 Word count : 2.7k 

 A/N : Italics = messages 

I kinda miss writing Peter Parker stuff, so i decided to post this. I might write some more, so if you want something, ask me here. If i get some i like, ill write.

Read my other shit : I Have To Keep You Safe : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

It had all started a few months back, you meeting Peter. It was by chance really, a bit of dumb luck. You had joined this dumb website your friends had told you about. It was a way for teenagers to meet other kid near them and make friends. Most people used the site inappropriately, for sexting or something crazy, but you were just bored. 

 You had talked to a few guys, a girl here and there and they were all the same. The guys usually started out with “send a pic (;” and you would automatically close the chat. A few tried to start an actual conversation, but you knew their true intentions. You were close to giving up as a whole, and spending your time elsewhere, until you met Peter. 

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anonymous asked:

i really like the idea of prince!seongwoo so could you pls write about that?? ty ~

yes!! ofc !! 

Originally posted by woojin

- the definition of charismatic LMFAO ok but

- first glance at him, you wouldn’t think he is a prince

- mostly because how he constantly hangs around the public and interacts with them 

- super super friendly because he believes there is good in everyone and that he shouldn’t judge a person on their looks

- seongwoo knows that most princes or princesses wouldn’t hang around commoners bc he knows that their status means everything to them but for him, he doesn’t even care

- does lots of charity work and funding bc he believes everyone should have a chance to go to school or to eat or have supplies to get their needs met

- just because he is royalty doesn’t mean he wanted to act all mighty and cocky 

- treats the staff and everyone with respect 

- always asking if they need help w anything and even if they’re like ‘’ur a prince!! its ok!!” he always asks bc he feels quite bad that he can’t help 

- but also is that one person who order s O MUCH FOOD 

- and somehow eats it all 

- no one knows how he manages to eat it all bc he orders so much 

- but he somehow does it and the staff is just in awe LMAO 

- also he can be quite,,,extra at times 

- his bodyguard and basically his bff lmao daniel is always the one covering or pulling him out of the trouble that he somehow manages to get into 

- but also,,, 

- dance battles between daniel and the prince bc why the hell not 

- aka usually ending in a tie bc they are both equally talented but also bc no one can’t really choose a winner

- ok also tons of marriage invites from many princesses lol 

- doesn’t really reject or accept them either bc he’s afraid of hurting their feelings and not really looking for marriage

- his parents worry about him getting married bc hes getting older and he needs someone to be by his side while he runs the country

- but seongwoo doesn’t care?? lmao he’s perfectly content w living by himself and possibly ruling by himself

- until u came along 

- you, a florist who’s running ur own shop bc u need $$ to get by 

- and u care sm about the flowers lmao more than u care about urself if u had to be honest

- u take the best care of them and everyone can see it, and maybe its because ur shop is alive w the bright and beautiful flowers and people can’t help but be attracted to it

- and also u love to save the bees LMFAO 

- anyways ok, the queen likes to call u up bc she can tell that u care about the flowers - more than ur own life - and that she wants a bouquet of her favorite flowers bc spring is just beginning and the ones around her castle aren’t growing but she knows that u grow plenty 

- was going to send a servant to get it but seongwoo does it instead bc why not?? he needed to a change in scenario anyways 

- and then he finds ur shop 

- ur shop isn’t that big but he thinks its the prettiest out of the ones surrounding by yours

- and super cute bc once he walks in, it’s like walking into a fairy tale or something

- potted plants hang from the ceiling which are blooming a vibrant color and the leaves are hanging down and they tickle his cheeks as he walks by 

- different array of flowers are on the counter and there are so many different colors that seongwoo didn’t think was possible??? 

- he notices little cacti that are lined up on the window still and his heart basically melts bc they are so tiny and cute and sjdnfljdnjlfds 

- ok but also notices that there would be an arrangement of flowers shaped like a bunny for easter, and daisies shaped into a sun for the beginning of summer and seongwoo almost scREAMS bc its just so cute and how can a human being do this???

- finally walking up to the counter, he rings the bell and the sound of ur footsteps can be heard once u walk out 

- and his heart stops once he spots u 

- you, who was having a regular day, almost had a heart attack bc of the unexpected visit of the prince

- and ur freaking out bc??? what is the prince doing here?? u didn’t even know he was showing up today??? also why is he so cute?? 

- and unbeknownst to u, seongwoo is having a mental breakdown in his head

‘’why are they sO CUTE???” he would mentally scream, taking note of the cute apron u wore to keep ur clothes from getting dirty and that splash of dirt on ur cheeks or the remains of flower petals in ur hair and oh no

- he might have fallen in love even if he didn’t know u 

- ‘’uhh hello??” 

- and he would snap out of it once he realize that he was just staring at u for the past like 5 mins lol 

- and would adore the red the blossoms on ur cheeks before he would ask for the bouquet his mother has requested w a smile

- and u would nearly faint bc the prince just smiled at u??? his teeth u were white and straight u were lowkey jealous lMFAO 

- and u brightened bc yes!! the bouquet!! u scurry to the back room and come out with an array of his mother’s favorite flowers and u can’t help but beam at him once u hand it over

- ‘’these r my favorite!! these are the last ones, i hope ur mother enjoys these!” 

- and seongwoo pays for them and tips u generously ofc but he also can’t help but notice the longing gaze in ur eyes as u eye the flowers 

- and despite how cute he thought u were,,,he plucked one of the flowers from the bouquet and instead, tucks it behind ur ear with a beaming grin 

- ‘’there!!” he would say ‘’u said they are ur favorite and there is no more right?? now u can have one to keep u company!” 

- please protect this human being

- cue u blushing profusely and u could only stare at him in shock bc ??? the prince??? just did that??? 

- and seongwoo could only stutter out some unintelligible nonsense idk before he would basically run out lmao 

- and the only thing that was running through the both of ur minds was

- ‘’i hope i get to see them again,,,’’

The Moon’s Dagger and The Sun’s Arrow -Jaemin!soulmate au

@idontknowahaechan - oooooohh soulmate!jaemin (this is4morgan n viv)

so in that case I guess i gotta tag you two dudes as well @secretlymadeoutofcups @jaeminnana and also @jaeminniemouse

Member: Na Jaemin

Type: Fluff mostly but maybe a slight bit angsty

Warnings: Mentions of death and suicide but it’s not that bad, Blood?

Plot: In a past life you and nana were soulmates but that ended badly thousands of years later he finds you again even if he didn’t know he was looking in the first place.

A/N- I personally cringed writing this not because it’s cringy (wait it might actually be idk my cringiness is clouding my judgement) but more because of how bad I think it is

Originally posted by nakamotens

It was a myth of love and heartbreak. The myth was about two people from different kingdoms, enemy kingdoms, who fell desperately and hopelessly in love. Due to the kingdoms ban on interactions between the peoples of the two kingdoms the two were forced to keep their love secret meeting only in a pavilion surrounded in a pond, flowers and vines in the silence of midnight. The legend says the soulmate’s love for each other was so greatly powerful that with the two of them together they could summon the light of the moon and the sun combined, the lights would dance with the couple encouraging their romance.

This paradise wasn’t eternal; war broke out and the couple was separate. One was injured, with an arrow whilst the other died in battle stab through the heart with a danger. There are two versions of the myth one states that so full of grief and rage, they would rather have died than be parted from their loved one, that they drowned themselves in the pond. The other version of the myth says they buried the dagger and the arrow under the pavilion and swore they would, in another life, be reunited with their lost love.

 You closed the book and set it down, you had read it again for what felt like the thousandth but you didn’t care it was still your favourite story whether it was real or not you didn’t care, it was hella cute even if it wasn’t a happy ending.

You got up from your pillow fort and walked over to your bags which lay packed ready to go. Your friends and you were going on a school trip to a camp an hour’s drive away for an ‘education experience of myths’ which in other words means the school wanted to get rid of the troublesome kids so they could redecorate the teacher’s lounge.

A text from your parents told you to clean your room and go through your packing list so you’re ready to go when they swing by.

You gather all the pillows and stuffed them under the bed along with most of the junk on your floor, this made it look clean but what your parents don’t know can’t hurt them soo.

You grabbed you bags and opened them, riffling through them with the speed of light and closing them again. Cleaning of the room, check and making sure I’ve packed properly, check.

The camp was big, like we’re talking so big it had a Museum of Myths (you we’re freaking out about this one), a lake, group activities and enough cabins to fit two schools, which it was. Another school was there when your bus stopped, a private school.

The two schools would be competing for ‘fun’ though out events in the camp. You wouldn’t take part in any events just watch from the side-lines and support your school.

The schools were way more competitive than the teachers had probably planned. Shouting swears and going as far as to pull pranks on each other. Fish, frogs and mouldy food had found its way into many peoples’ bed from both schools. Buckets of soup, lake water and spoiled milk had been placed all over the camp sending panic and chaos through ever camper.

One of the events was badminton, not wanting pranked you sat at the back whilst the players stepped onto the court. Then it began the shuttle was launched, players hitting it back and forth. Then you spotted him hitting the shuttle on the opposing team’s side.

His hair curled the colour of hazelnuts and chocolate, a cheeky grin spread on his face gracing the world with its presence, plump pink lips and kind charming eyes. He seemed to radiate positivity and sunshine. He moved with grace and elegance trying to defeat the player from your school.

His school was winning and only had one more point to score before they took the victory for that event. That’s exactly what he did, smacking the shuttle out of the reach of his opponent reach and claim his school another victory. You didn’t care about the game or who wins it but when he got the victory you couldn’t help but feel happy for him, even though a wave of swears and hatred went through your school

He beamed a smile and did a cute little fist pump in the air. He looked over the audience and his eyes met yours, his smile faltered for a minute while he looked at you. Averting your eyes, you started to talk to your friends at your sides, but you still felt his lingering gaze upon you.

After dark the hatred remained and the schools increased the horridness of the pranks after the badminton game. Some kids had been thrown into the lake others had all their clothes hidden after showering. You had managed to stay clear of all the awful things until midnight when you desperately needed the bathroom. You were slightly terrified of the dangers but screw it you needed to get it over with.

Slipping on your converse and taking a flashlight you headed out into the dark.

You got far enough to trick yourself into believing that you would be fine but stupid universe just wasn’t gonna let it happen that way. You walked right into a trip wire and set off a chain reaction which led to the bucket of fish guts above your head. The bucket tilted ready to spill its contents all over your head a hand swooped in snaking around your waist ripping you from the danger. The figure didn’t let go after the fish guts hit the ground inches from where you both stood, instead they led you out from the cover of the trees and out into the open. The moonlight acted as a flashlight shining on his handsome features as he smiled down at you.

“Hi, found you” he smiled at you, hand still around you.

“H-hi, you were looking for me?” you timidly said confused about what that meant.

“Yeah I remembered you from the badminton and I had to find you after the game” he said giving you a cheeky little wink, he continued to speak “I want to show you something, follow me” he let go of you and walked back into the trees.

“Wait one minute boy, I don’t know your name let alone trust you, a stranger, to walk me into the forest” you half yelled, but that wasn’t completely true you did have this extremely odd feeling that you could trust him which is why when he didn’t answer you ran in after him anyway. He waited for you beside a tree and when you caught up he took your hand in his intertwining your fingers with his.

You weren’t too shocked by this because the feeling of this being so right pushed those thoughts out your head.

“My names Na Jaemin” even in the darkness you could see he had given you another smile which for first time you retuned, he then began to walk again you slightly behind him.

The walk went on for a good twenty minutes and then you saw it, light from your flashlights illuminating the waters of the pond and the white marble of the pavilion. An audible gasp escaped your lips as he led you closer. A bridge took you both across the pond and he parted the vines and pulled you in after him. This place seemed so familiar to you, Jaemin seemed so familiar to you.

Jaemin led to the centre and let go of your hand walking up to a pillar and taking matches from his back pocket, striking it and lighting a torch, the flame from the torch carried on in a line around the pavilion until the small space was completely lit. You could see the floor pattern now a Heart with a dagger and an arrow through it.

Jaemin stepped back into the centre and took both your hands.

“You know what my name is, shouldn’t you at least return the favour” you pondered what he was asking.

“Y/N!” you sorta blurted out. Then blushed. A LOT.

He hysterically laughed at you then stepped close letting go of one of your hands and brushing his thumb over your cheek. You looked into each other eyes before your eyes flickered done to his pink lips then back to his beautiful dark orbs. He moved in closing the gap connecting his lips lightly to your own his hand cupped your face while the other set itself on your hip. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you both started to move your lips. The emotion in the kiss made it seem like you were both making up for thousands of year’s worth of lost time.

You opened your eyes and immediately stopped kissing him looking down at his chest were under his shirt a bright golden light illuminated and spilled out spiralling around you both. Focusing on his chest you hadn’t noticed the silvery light spilling out of your own chest. Jaemin seemed just as shocked as you gaping open mouthed as both the lights tangled together like intertwining threads.

Your vision began to go blurry like a silk vail shielded your vision, then you remembered the war, the pavilion and Jaemin your very own sunshine. You looked down and saw a dagger plunged deep into your chest and the pain and heart break you felt knowing you were dying leaving Jaemin behind. Then the memory ended and you found yourself sitting on the floor looking at the floor of the pavilion where the arrow and dagger looked back. You looked up, Jaemin sat in front of you still in a trance, you crawled over to him cupping his face in your hands as the memories of your past life flood your brain causing your eyes to tear up.

Jaemin’s eyes opened. He reached up and pulled you to him to reconnect your lips this time he knew why he was so madly in love with you. You broke apart from the passionate kiss.

“Found You” he said a smile plastered on his face “My precious moon light, my soulmate, my dagger”

Originally posted by catweeen

Ok, so not sure if i like this one but I’m gonna post it anyway just in case it’s not as bad as I think it is, yo does that even make sense?

Prank wars?

A/N: sooooooooo i was bored watching the twins’ videos and i decided hey why not make an imagine based off of the video where Grayson ties Ethan up in a tree and scared him with a clown mask and i kinda wanna turn this into something like different prank imagines in one category idk you’ll understand as i go on. so enjoy @stydiascreams

warning: light cursing

Originally posted by dolanslife

You were facetiming Grayson while he was in New Jersey since you were still in LA for school and he was telling you how he was pranked by Ethan and wanted to get him back but he didn’t know what to do. “Come on babe, you’re great at pranking help me out a bit.” You sighed softly flipping a page in your textbook “Gray you know I’d love to but I’m studying and I just can’t get this chapter to stick in my brain, can you wait like 15 minutes?” You stuck your bottom lip out giving him the puppy dog eyes which caused him to smile and nod “Yes I can wait baby.” You smiled wide and thanked him. You went back to studying you stuck your tongue out concentrating on the page you’re reading he chuckled and looked at you “You’re adorable babe.” You smiled and closed your textbook. “I’m all yours baby” He smiled and looked back at you “Help me prank Ethan” He whined you giggled thinking a bit “Is he still afraid of clowns?” Gray nodded and looked around for Ethan “Yes, why?” You smirked and looked up “Uh Gray I gotta go, can I talk to you later?” He raised an eyebrow and nodded “Um sure, I love you babe.” You stood up putting on your jacket “Yeah love you too baby.” You hung up as you walked out of your room. “That was weird.” Grayson mumbled to himself “What was weird?” He looked up watching Ethan grab a water “Y/N, she rushed off the phone and before that she looked up like someone was there. E, is she cheating on me?“ Ethan’s head snapped in his direction “Y/N? Are we talking about the same person, bro she would never do that. One time she got upset when you didn’t text her back when you went and got the mail.” Grayson ran his hand through his hair. “You’re right bro, she wouldn’t do that. When’s cam coming?” Ethan thought for a second “Uh tomorrow I think”Grayson picked up his phone dialing Cameron’s number “Maybe I can get Cam to go check on Y/N or call her to see where she is.” Grayson put the phone to his ear waiting on her to answer. You and Cameron decided to get lunch before your flight when all of a sudden Grayson’s name pops up on her phone she looks up at me “Should I answer it?” You nodded and sat back “But don’t tell him you’re with me, or that I’m coming with you because I want to surprise him.” She nodded and answered her phone putting it on speaker “Whats up bro?” She beamed you heard him sigh he really sounded stressed maybe you should’ve eased into leaving earlier instead of rushing. “Cam, can you go check on Y/N she left in kind of a hurry and I think someone was with her.” Cameron looked and nodded “Yeah i’ll go check on her now and call you back when I get there.” You bit the inside of your cheek packing up your food Cameron hung up the phone packing up her food as well “Well, time to go back to your apartment for a few minutes to make sure you’re okay then to Jersey we go” You stood up getting back in her car buckling up. “I don’t even know how he’s going to react, hopefully he’ll be excited” You smiled watching Cameron drive finally the two of you reached your apartment “You go inside and I’ll facetime Gray as I knock on the door just say something that makes sense. I don’t know.” She knocked on the door calling Grayson you waited until you heard her say hello. You smiled and answered the door “Hey Cam whats up?” She tried her best not to smile “Gray wanted me to check on you, he said you left in a hurry.” You nodded and held up food “My food was here and the guy was impatient I would’ve taken my phone with me but my phone was dying. Maybe I should call Gray and explain” You pulled your phone out of your pocket “I’m on the phone with him right now.” She turned the phone around showing your smiling boyfriend “Why didn’t you tell me, it’s food babe.” You shrugged checked the time on your phone. “I have to go, I have some studying to do and a essay due in the morning. I’ll text you later Gray.” The two of your said your goodbyes, Cameron hung up the phone and looked at you “Lets go get on that flight.” You smiled and picked up your bag locking the door behind you.

-Time skip-

The plane ride felt so long you decided to turn your phone off for the flight when you finally turned it back on you had almost 20 texts from Grayson, 9 missed calls even some texts from Ethan I texted Ethan back telling him everything hoping that Gray wasn’t near or had his phone in any way “Alright, I’m gonna record it you’re going to knock on our door Ethan is gonna make sure Gray answers the door you’re just gonna come up with some random question and yeah. basically just wing it.” You nodded and knocked on the door taking a deep breath as Grayson opened the door you looked down the street then back at him “Hi, I’m looking for my boyfriend have you seen him?” He smiled wide pulling you into a hug “Every time I look in the mirror.” He kissed your cheek looking at you “You couldn’t tell me you were coming?” You shook your head “That would ruin the surprise, don’t you think?” He shrugged and pulled back from you “Wait so who was really there when we you rushed off the phone?” You looked back at him and pointed behind you “Cam. We’ve been planning this since you left she wouldn’t take no for an answer and the last no i gave her she showed me she already bought the ticket and it was nonrefundable so I really didn’t want her money to go to waste so I’m here.” He picked up yours and Cameron’s bags walking inside “But don’t you have an essay due tomorrow morning?” You sighed and turned to the side showing him your backpack “I do, which is why I brought my books unfortunately.” He hugged you once more “I’m so glad you’re here, now you can help me prank Ethan” You smirked and showed him a little bit of the clown mask. He smiled and took your bag to his room “Lets get ready.” As Grayson was setting everything up you distracted Ethan by taking him to go get pizza with Cameron. “Y/N thank god you’re here, Gray would not stop talking about you. Why didn’t Gray come again?” You smiled and ate another bite of your pizza “I made him do my homework.” He chuckled and checked the time “Oh Gray texted, we gotta take some pics for channel art you guys ready to head back?” You all nodded and walked back to the car driving back you turned on the radio and started jamming. You pulled up putting the car in park Ethan got out the car you and Cameron stayed in the car talking about how its going to happen. 20 minutes go by and you and Cameron finally got out the car walking in the house Grayson is walking around the kitchen talking to the camera “Oh Cam, Y/N come here.” The two of you walked over to him standing beside him “These two lovely ladies helped with the prank so thank you guys, lets go prank Ethan.” He went out back outside taking some “pictures” with Ethan when suddenly Ethan was scooped up in the net screaming and asking whats going on. “Well bro, you’re sleeping out here.” Gray said as he swung Ethan a bit. “I’m gonna chew through this before I sleep out here.” Grayson looked at Ethan and smirked at the camera “And I’m gonna go eat some pizza.” He smirked walking away. He got in the car and drove around by the woods he hopped out running through to the other side where Ethan was. “Hello camera Grayson set you up here.” He looked around and noticed Grayson creeping up to him “What is that” He started jumping around in the net “Grayson? Grayson! I’m gonna punch you in the face!” he kept screaming and jumping around. He calmed down a bit when Grayson started backing away but Grayson came running up cutting the top of the net letting Ethan fall He ran but stopped when he heard Grayson laughing. Ethan ran back tackling Grayson into the tree Ethan kneeled beside Grayson panting “I knew that was Grayson, but if it wasn’t Grayson I had to be ready for anything.” You walked back inside with Cameron as the boys did their outro you sat on the counter talking to Cameron “So do you think you and Gray will ever you know get married?” You giggled and nodded “Of course, every girl dreams of marrying their soulmate.” You smiled looking at Grayson as he walked over to you wrapping his arms around your waist “And he’s my soulmate.” 


Wake Up 2 [Bucky Barnes]

Summary - Nearly a year after Bucky decided to return to cryogenic sleep, Steve continues to look for a cure. One day, Sam informs him that he’s found a person who can help.

Side note - Here’s part 2! Sorry it took longer than anticipated lmao. This isn’t like edited very well, so apologies in advance for any errors or typos. GIF isn’t mine! Part 1 here!

Warnings - anxiety? idk man


In the many years Y/N knew Tony, she has never seen him as timid as he was today as they approached the private Facility in Wakanda. She nudged his side gently, worry evident in her eyes as she peered up at her long time good friend.

“Are you alright? You seem a little tense.” Tony shot her a reassuring smile and winked, “I’m fine.”

As the pair found their way in the lobby, they were immediately greeted by two men, T'Challa and Sam Wilson. “Ah, your highness,” Tony bowed his head slightly, taking T'Challa’s hand in his and shaking it firmly.

“Mr.Stark.” The burly man greeted.

“Tweety, how are you doing?” Tony teased. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled lightly. “Thanks for coming, Stark.” He shook Tony’s hand and smiled.

T'Challa noticed the figure that hid behind Tony’s and immediately acknowledged Y/N. “Dr. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Y/N glanced over to him and beamed, “Likewise, your highness.” T'Challa took her hand and brought it to his plump lips, pressing a soft kiss on her skin. The flustered woman flushed and smiled sheepishly.

“Dr. I’m glad you’re here.” Sam chimed in, flashing her a wide grin.

“Hello, Mr. Wilson.” She addressed.

“Well, we better get going to the lab, Steve is anxious to meet you.” Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t anxious as well. She had been hiding for all these years, laying low key so her identity wouldn’t be exposed. Funny since she’s practically best friends with Iron Man himself.

“Lead the way.” T'Challa guided them to the lab, striking up a conversation with both Tony and Y/N.

The lab was huge and very modern. Y/N has seen Tony’s as well, but this was absolutely incredible.

“Captain!” T'Challa called.

Steve peered behind his shoulders, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of Tony Stark. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched. “Your guests have arrived.”

Tony gulped silently and avoided squirming and fiddling. Y/N sensed his discomfort and hooked her arm around his in attempt to ease him a little. Tony glanced at his old pal and shot her a quick smile before looking back at Steve.

The soldier found his voice and spoke, “I’m so happy you came, Dr.” He approached the group and held out his arm for Y/N to shake. She obliged happily and shook his hand, “Mr.Rogers,” she nodded.

Steve hesitantly turned to Tony, anxiety building in his chest. “Stark,” Tony merely nodded and avoided his gaze.

“So who am I working with?” Y/N asked in a rush, breaking the overwhelming tension that filled the room. Steve looked behind him and motioned to Bucky, still asleep inside a glass tank.

“His name is James Buchanan Barnes.” She eyed the sleeping man curiously, slithering her arm away from Tony’s as she approached Bucky slowly.

She peered behind her shoulder after she got a good look at him. ‘‘What’s wrong with him?” She questioned.

Sam glanced over at Steve and shuffled, “He was one of Hydra’s,” Y/N bit back a terrified gasp at the mention of the fallen terrorist organization. Hydra was an all too familiar subject for Y/N and she wanted to steer clear from them at all times.

Tony distinguished the horrified and resentful look on her face and rushed to her side, his arm wrapped around her shoulders comfortingly. “He was uhm, brainwashed you could say.” Sam finished.

“He wanted to be isolated until we could find a cure for him.” Steve added.

Y/N’s knees shook as horrible memories flooded her head. I can’t do this, she thought.

“Uh, excuse me for a bit.” She peered up at Tony with regret in her glassy eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Y/N sped out of the lab, on the verge of having a panic attack.

Her breaths were shallow and her whole body was trembling. Clammy hands furiously wiping away the hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

Tony quickly excused himself and ran after her.

“Y/N!” He called out, jogging over to her.

He got a hold of her waist, pulling her quivering body closer to his. Tony shushed her softly, stroking her hair as he did. “Pull yourself together, kid.” He mumbled into her silky locks.

“I can’t help them, Tony!” She sobbed.

“How the hell am I supposed to fix that man’s brain when I can’t even fix my own!” Tony witnessed as his good friend started to crumble. He knew he shouldn’t have dragged her into this.

“I know you can help them.” He insisted quietly.

Y/N scowled at him and pushed him away. “Why do you even care about them, Tony? You told me you hated Steve, and now you want to help him?” She said harshly.

Her words made Tony’s heart clench and his gut twist. He fully understood his motives. He was aware why he agreed to help Steve, it was because, “He’s my friend.”

Visibly shocked, Y/N’s face softens at his reason as her anxiety starts to swell down.

“I know this is too much to ask, but Steve needs your help.” Tony clamps his eyes shut. “Do this for me, please.” Y/N is torn.

She can’t risk her life for a man she barely even knows. But then again, what’s her purpose anyways? She’s been alive for more than 7 decades, she’s seen everything. Maybe this James man is worth a chance.


anonymous asked:

Can you do a reaper x reader that's just fluff involving them and their kids? Maybe like picking them up from school or talking at dinner? Idk anything domestic and fluffy?

((I ran outta steam half way through this. I apologize!))

“Gabi come on, we’re going to be late!”

Your hand grabbed at your husband’s, tightening for a moment before feeling smoke slip between your fingers. You turned on the heel of your foot, eyes dancing over the man as his gaze refused to meet yours. His nervousness was obvious, tendrils of smoke rolling off of his skin in small waves as his eyes danced around the foyer. Your hand lifted up, cupping his face lightly and gently turning his face until his eyes locked with yours. This was the first time that Gabriel was accompanying you to one of the Parent Participation Days your six-month old’s day care.

Gabriel was an excellent father, Isabella the object of his undying love and affection, the apple of his eye. While he had grown used to most children shying away from him due to his appearance, Isabella absolutely loved everything to do with it. Her chubby hands grabbed at the puffs of smoke her father would teasingly hover above her face, the child absolutely captivated by the glow of his red eyes. Bubbling laughter filled the room when he’d play peekaboo in his wraith form, disappearing only to reappear on the complete opposite side of the room. Nothing about the man scared the child, the pure love of the infant overwhelming to the man who didn’t believe he’d ever have a child. This is why he was so apprehensive when involving himself with such a ‘normal’ aspect’ of Isabella’s life.

He was a literal dead man walking, having the face of a dead ‘traitor’ and being one of the heads of the largest international, Talon. Even if the world didn’t know who existed behind the mask, Gabriel couldn’t help the feelings of paranoia that boiled in his belly, silently terrified that his family might be punished for his sins. You and Sombra, surprisingly, had been working tirelessly to ease his discomfort away; Sombra setting the both of you up with hidden identities and a technological invisibility cloak and you soothing away any emotional turmoils the man went through.

“Hey”, you murmured as his eyes finally locked with your, lifting up onto your tiptoes and kissing his cheek. “I promise you’ll do fine my love. No one is going to recognize you, especially not with all this hair.”

You lifted your other hand up and playfully tousled the wavy locks that rested around his shoulder blades, earning a half amused-half agitated grunt from the man. He grabbed your hands in his cooler ones, moving your palms back to your face as he silently soaked in your warmth. You shivered, the smile on your lips growing wider as he kissed at your palms affectionately before the man sighed softly.

“I’ll take your word for it”, he said with a small scoff, releasing your wrists reluctantly.

“You should I am a very smart woman”, you answered matter-of-factly, laughter in your tone as you made a move towards the front door. “It’s only an hour…and then we can take Bella with us and get her some pancakes…doesn’t that sound nice?”

“As long as there’s no syrup this time”, he warned as you walked around him and began out the door.

“No promises!”

“Who’s daddy’s big girl”, Gabriel cooed to Isabella, the infant smiling wide before gurgling her response to her father. “Is it Isabella? That’s right, you’re so smart, princesita.”

Isabella reached out, small fists happily tugging at Gabriel’s long hair and earning a quiet chuckle from the man. He dipped his head down, nuzzling his forehead against her cheek, the child turning her face to leave wide mouth, slobbering kisses against his scarred face. Your nose wrinkled up, trying to thrust the imagined feeling of baby spittle covering your cheek away. Digging into the diaper bag across your shoulder you snickered softly as you watched Isabella leave four or five more kisses, your hands snagging a baby wipe before you cleaned your husband’s face off gently. He gave you a gracious look before wincing once more as Isabella tugged his attention back to her, wanting to monopolize her father’s attention for the time being.

The ‘Parent Participation Day’ had been an enjoyable, if somewhat uneventful hour with the kids, a small purple floating camera capturing the entire affair for the both of you. Even if it was mundane, you wanted to make sure you had every moment of it saved. Christal, the head teacher, was all smiles as she and Zora, the teacher’s assistance, orchestrated a mix of tummy time and tactile time. Most of the mobile infants had lost interest in the activity, babbling or ‘talking’ as they grabbed their parents attention. Isabella had managed to stay next to her teachers, the chubby faced curly-haired girl holding up toys and blocks for both of you to see. She’d wave them for several seconds before the toy found itself back in her mouth, the child gumming at the cloth block eagerly.

You listened as Christal gushed over the girl in a short, personal meeting; silently cheering when you heard she was hitting all of her milestones and beaming with pride when she shared how much she enjoyed your daughter’s presence. The apprehension that had initially swallowed Gabriel when you both had walked in had slowly faded away until a slight smile creased his lips and his hand squeezed yours tight. Despite that ball of fear he had managed and for that, the pancakes would be a well earned reward.  

||❥ locker room dates (m)

s e o k m i n ! s c e n a r i o

b a s k e t b a l l  p l a y e r ! a u

Originally posted by j1nwoo

word count: 2,677  

genre: smut mixed with minor fluff? 

request: seokmin being a basketball star on the college team and one day he (meaning teammate hoshi) accidentally hits the reader and friendship/fwb starts idk

✎ finally completed this seokmin request :^) i already have another planned for him and it’s a combination of two requests so thank u to the anons who suggested!!

When Kwon Soonyoung had angled his elbow and placed a concentrated palm atop mahogany leather, he certainly didn’t expect the three point shot to bounce right off the rim of the net. It was simply a practice, a mere exercise before the tournament rumbled like a stampede of bulls around the corner. His coffee flecked irises feathered after the basketball’s jump off the net, sharp enamel piercing a soft lower lip as he watched it land directly where it shouldn’t have.

Your head.

Now Soonyoung didn’t mean to imbue the deathly fizzle in your glare, how you grasped the basketball and pulled back a swift leg before booting it toward his chest. It was by all means an accident, his feet lightly shuffling over a polished gymnasium floor as he barely stopped the leather from plastering his flesh poppy red. But what sunk everything even further into murky waters was the basketball team’s star player, Lee Seokmin, sauntering over to check of your state. Soonyoung studied the situation with pupils a thin line, eyelids nothing but tiny slits. You and him were somewhat friends after all, at least enough for Soonyoung to be aware of your heart’s content for Seokmin.

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authenticalyn  asked:

Okay so I saw your headcanon post for Dad Might and Baby Izuku and I just? Really?? Really??? Love it???? Like omyghad that is so cute do you have more? (And maybe with the others too esp Todoroki and Kaminari coz why not)





Midoriya Izuku was injured once again after he dove into the fray to protect his classmate from an incoming attack and that was the third time this week that it had happened. 

It was then that All Might decided that he was going to reprimand Izuku. 

The boy would always take such reckless actions getting injured on almost a daily basis! Don’t get him wrong All Might appreciated the boy’s concern for other people’s safety rather he was really proud of him! After all a hero always puts their life on the line, but after having to visit his son- disciple! he meant disciple on a hospital bed for the third time this week All Might decided that that’s too much putting your life on the line for a one week. 

He wonders if even his recklessness was passed on to the boy along with One for All then heaves a sigh. 

All Might was on his way to the room where Izuku was currently residing in making sure that no one was around before sliding the door open. He found the boy all wrapped up in bandages particularly his left arm. 

‘So this time it was his left arm…’ All Might says to himself with a grimace.


The boy’s voice resounded in the room with his eyes literally twinkling like the stars in the sky while wearing a smile that beamed like a thousand suns. 

Cue All Might’s earlier determination faltering.

‘YOU ARE GOING TO REPRIMAND THE BOY. YOU HAVE TO.’ All Might internally reminded himself.

All Might walked closer to the beaming boy while trying to find his earlier conviction. He took a deep breath before he began.


All Might still had something to say but one look at the boy’s crestfallen expression brought him to a screeching halt.

“S-Sorry All Might! I guess I’m really just no good, always causing others to worry for me…” Midoriya said accompanied with an empty laugh.

The boy looked like he was about to cry and All Might felt like he kicked a puppy and he felt absolutely horrible.


Alarm bells were going off inside of All Might’s head. Seeing that expression on the boy had hurt more than that devastating injury that he gained a few years back and he knew he had to find a remedy to the situation that he put himself in.



“YOU WILL CERTAINLY MAKE A FINE HERO!” All Might said with all the confidence of the world.

The boy looked at him in awe before smiling a smile that could light up the whole world in a heartbeat and All Might decided that anyone who even tried to take this ball of sunshine’s smile away would have to answer to HIM…even though he was the culprit this time.

All Might deflated into his true form and placed his hand on top of the boy’s head ruffling his hair.

“Just take care of yourself more my son.”


It took approximately 1 millisecond for both parties to realize what they had just said before blowing up into different shades of red and the room filling up with Midoriya’s wails of embarrassment and apologies.



- Izuku likes to bake so one day he made cupcakes for everyone to show his thanks for being friends with him and each cupcake had their faces carefully crafted as the toppers but for Kaminari there was an extra topper on the side which was pikachu and Izuku bashfully explained that it was because he had reminded him of pikachu and he hoped that he wasn’t offended. Needless to say that Kaminari short-circuited even without having to use his quirk because of the cute. Everyone wondered what they did to deserve such an angel. Izuku made a huge cake for All Might’s birthday that he spent hours working on. All Might ate the whole cake while crying bECAUSE WTH PRECIOUS SON I CANT EVEN HE PRESERVED THE CAKE TOPPER THOUGH. 

- It has come to the attention of the villains that All Might has a particular student that he is particularly taken to and they thought they could use him as a hostage to gain the upper hand against All Might. KEY WORD THOUGHT too bad they didn’t know about the DEKU PROTECTION SQUAD HAHAHA and when All Might found out about that plot let’s just say that the symbol of peace could be really scary at times. 


- Dad Might knows that baby Izuku likes bunnies so when baby Izuku is scared or crying Dad Might deflates to his true form and holds his bangs up together to make it look like bunny ears and Izuku immediately brightens up and hugs Dad Might. (Dad Might internally swears that he’ll DETROIT SMASH whoever makes his son cry)

- Dad Might sees baby Izuku going into his bathroom and follows him in curious only to find that baby Izuku used his gel to try to gel up his bangs and was trying to copy his laugh in the mirror. NEEDLESS TO SAY THAT DAD MIGHT TAKES A LOT OF PHOTOS

- The moment Dad Might comes home from work Izuku zooms to the doorstep excitedly jumping up and down while happily exclaiming “PAPA!” Dad Might picks him up and smothers the small child in a hug.

- Baby Izuku sees that Dad Might always makes this drink in the morning (coffee) so he tries to make it for Dad Might and gives it to him proudly when he does. Dad Might thought it was so cute and downs the whole cup with a smile and praises his son even though the mix was terribly bitter. Izuku exclaims a loud “YAY PAPA LIKED IT” in accomplishment jumping up and down. Dad Might doesn’t mind downing another cup just to see his son happy.


anonymous asked:

Okay (btw i love that mcspirk one) but maybe with idk, space sirens? Like they attack the ship and as siren they should have to pull them out in space and let them die (and they eat them too i guess) but jim/bones siren can't because the other is very attractive so they sort of save the other's life (maybe through a kiss bc those who are kissed by sirens can breathe in space?) And optionally some other sirens maybe try to eat/kill them anyways but the other fights them off and all?

  • Sirens don’t work like most predatory creatures roaming space. They don’t attack humans or other aliens outright, instead they’re much more like vultures. Waiting for others to attack, and then picking off the scraps. Luring doesn’t work so well when nobody hears you through the thick walls of space ships. With humans in Klingon territory, that’s usually very easy dinner. Humans in their own, not so much. And sometimes, when hunger strikes enough, sirens will attack those smaller supply shuttles.
  • Jim is part of the group that attacks two small shuttles on their way to bigger ships, like the Enterprise. Jim’s seen it pass multiple times. The lights, the speed, the pure size of it magnificent. But these vessels won’t ever make it there, because his family is breaking the shuttles apart and dragging victims outside.
  • He doesn’t usually think twice about it, until now. His eyes find Leonard immediately, when the hole in the shuttle drags his body outside and tumbling into outer space. Jim is quick to get to him, but something stops him from his usual habit. Leonard looks at him, eyes dark and angry - not even necessarily terrified. Just intimidatingly mad, and somehow, Jim feels like he needs to keep this man alive. He doesn’t know why yet, but it’s a gut feeling. And so he reaches out, cupping Leonard’s cheeks, and he leans in to kiss him.
  • “What. The fuck?!” Is the first thing Leonard shouts at him, and Jim smiles fondly at him. “I saved your life,” he says. “Like hell you did,” Leonard says, and Jim tries to stifle a laugh at how helplessly the other floats without Jim holding on to him. Humans are weird that way. “Why can I breathe here?” “The same way fish breathe in water,” Jim explains. “… No,” Leonard replies. “Yes,” Jim says. “I’m going to die here,” Leonard mutters to himself. Around them, nothing but some debris from the shuttle, and otherwise a whole lot of nothing. “You’re not going to die here,” Jim promises. “And if I die,” Leonard continues, blatantly ignoring Jim, “so will hundreds of others. I can’t believe this. Fucking space.” “Wait, what are you talking about?” Jim asks. “I’m a doctor, damn it, I was traveling to a ship that would take me to a planet suffering a bad epidemic.” “Well,” Jim says slowly, “shit.”
  • Leonard’s arms are strong around Jim’s shoulders as Jim swims - or flies, however you’d call it - through space. It’s not unpleasant, but the odd feeling in Jim’s stomach is guilt, and maybe the excitement of having something to do other than simply surviving. If he can get Leonard to that nearby ship, then maybe he could still save all those people. And if that meant never seeing this man again, not having him as his own, then so be it.
  • They do get Leonard back on a ship, but not the way Jim had intended. Leonard uses his comms to signal the ship, and to beam just himself aboard. But when he mentions Jim’s a siren, Jim gets beamed on board, too. The sudden surge of oxygen around them makes him gasp for air, though his body is quick to adapt to it. What he’s not adapting to, though, is the force pushing him down to the ground, arms quickly tied behind his back. “Wait,” he hears Leonard call out, “Jim’s not harmful. Let him go.” But they don’t, and Jim’s knocked unconscious.
  • He wakes up in a small room with zero gravity and little oxygen, more accomodating than the ship itself, but it’s still a prison. Theres even a guard in front of the glass window, doing his best to ignore Jim when the other knocks on the glass. “Please,” Jim says, “I just wanted to help. Let me go.” “I cannae,” the guard says, a weird accent Jim can barely understand, “we have our orders.” “I will die in here,” Jim says. “No you won’t, the captain’s delivering you to the collector.” “The what?” “It’s like a zoo,” the guard explains, though that doesn’t really explain anything to Jim at all.
  • “Leonard,” Jim says when the doctor comes to see him. “Are you okay?” Leonard asks, but Jim shakes his head. “No, Leonard, I don’t want to be here.” “I know,” Leonard says, “I’m sorry. I’ll see what I can do for you.”
  • Jim doesn’t know how long he’s been there. Must be a while, because every time Leonard visits him he’s wearing a different outfit. He does his best to try and persuade the captain of the scavenger ship to let Jim go, but apparently Jim is worth some good money. At least the guard, Scotty, is nice. Gives him most of the meat on his plate and chats to him about building things. More ships, and stuff like that. Jim is still miserable, but in the presence of these two men, a little less so.
  • “How are you doing?” Leonard asks, “are you holding up alright?” “No,” Jim says, “Scotty explained to me what a zoo is. I don’t want to be put on display, Leonard. I don’t… This is what I get from saving your ass. I should’ve just eaten you.” “Why didn’t you?” Leonard asks, and Jim shrugs. Hesitates, before he answers. “You were beautiful.” Leonard looks at him blankly for a few seconds, then; “What?”. “I thought you were beautiful,” Jim says, “eating you would’ve been a waste.” Leonard sighs, quiet for the longest time, and then he bangs his fist against the glass dividing them, hard enough to make Jim jump. “Damn it,” Leonard curses, “fine. Ima smuggle you out of here.”
  • The roles are reversed, now. Jim’s arms are tightly around Leonard’s shoulders as the other carries him through narrow corridors. Scotty helps them, for no reason other than the goodness of his heart. Also partially because their plan is to escape in a small cargo ship, and Scotty wants to fly it. Doesn’t really like his job here, anyway, he says. And thankfully, Scotty knows just which corridors to take, who to avoid, and how to get to the docking station relatively unseen.
  • By the time they fly out, they’ve shot a few people, but no one rang that alarm. Not yet, but Scotty suspects they will, soon, and he sets course to hide the ship amidst a meteor shower. “Are you nuts?” Jim overhears Leonard yell at Scotty. “They won’t look for us here,” Scotty says. “Because we’ll fucking die,” Leonard counters. “I know how to fly a shuttle, doctor! We won’t crash.” Though he’s barely finished his sentence when they do hit a rock nearby. “Starting now,” Scotty finishes his sentence.
  • The scavenger ship passes the meteor shower without looking at them, and Leonard lets out a relieved sigh. “I think we’re in the clear,” he says, sitting down next to Jim, and he gently squeezes his arm. “Where do you want us to drop you off?” “Well, where are you going?” Jim asks. “That planet I mentioned before, they still need help. After that, back into space, probably.” “Can I come with, when you go?” “I mean, if you want to,” Leonard says. “Then yes, I’d like that,” Jim says. Leonard helps him up towards the exit of the shuttle, but he makes sure he’s secured tightly himself before considering opening that door. “Thank you,” Jim repeats, and he leans in to kiss him. “What was that for?” Leonard asks. “Just making sure you can breathe in space, when that door opens,” Jim says, throwing him a small smile. “You already did that.” “Hmm,” Jim agrees, hands on Leonard’s cheeks and he shamelessly repeats his actions. “Again?” Leonard asks, though Jim smiles when he feels the other’s arms around him. “Maybe one more time,” Jim says, “just to be sure.”