let's just pretend you never read this

If you’ve never read the book Good Omens, let me tell you what you’re missing

-An angel who is so goddamn lazy that he makes a deal with the demon he’s supposed to be thwarting so that neither of them have to do any work and he has more time to spend running his bookshop, and who wants to stop the Apocalypse because he loves sushi

-A demon who pretends to be suave and cool but who really just geeks out over his car and loves James Bond and listens to nothing but Queen and thinks gluing coins to the sidewalk is proper demonic activity

-This angel and demon are probably not gay for each other but I mean they’re holding hands on the cover art.

-This angel and demon try to stop the apocalypse but they fuck up so badly that they do literally nothing useful the whole book and somehow it’s still all about them.

-Technically it was the Satanic Nuns who fucked up, but we don’t really talk about that.

-Death (the horseperson) playing a trivia videogame in a diner.

-The four extra horsepersons that were never mentioned in Revelation.

-The antichrist who almost destroys the world because he wants to save the whales

-The only piece of fiction I have ever seen besides Supernatural that somehow manages to include both the Christian apocalypse and space aliens.

-The context of the phrase “gayer than a tree full of monkeys high on nitrous oxide.”

fake dating! zimbits

It was only by a stroke of luck that Jack happened to look at his phone just as he exits the lecture hall. The group chat was blowing up – the group chat was always blowing up these days – but the lack of all-caps or exclamation marks caught his attention right away.

Eric Bittle: Guys, I wouldn’t ask this of y’all if I really didn’t need this, but I have to ask a HUGE favor of one of you.

Shitty Knight: brah are you dying

Justin Oluransi: You can have my kidney, Bits.

Adam Birkholtz: u aren’t gonna save that for me just in CASE, JUSTIN?

Larissa Duan: shit, bitty, r u ok

Eric Bittle: Um, yeah, mostly, I just…..need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was just reading Alex Rider and came across a part that mentioned Alex beating up a group of bullies and it got me wondering. If trained child combatant who was going to a normal public school how would the school as a whole (faculty, parents and students) react to of a story circulating regarding a kid taking on five and going to the ex-special forces levee of brutality to win? How could it be covered up?

Looking at the real world, if you have a kid who’s been getting training from their parent… look, this shouldn’t happen. Most responsible adults with advanced combat  training won’t teach it to their kids. Most. But, it does happen. You will occasionally run across kids who’ve had police or military hand to hand training. They have a parent who’s a cop, or spent tours oversees. The kid may be responsible with this information. Or, something like this could (and does) happen. Maybe it was some misguided, “teaching them to fight,” machismo by their parent. Maybe the kid just wasn’t quite stable, or simply made a miscalculation. There’s a lot of potential factors.

The result is pretty messy, however. Criminal investigations, of both the parent and the child. Depending on the severity of whatever they meted out, you may be looking at criminal charges, potentially being charged as an adult. A kid snaps, gouges out the eyes of an opponent, and kills another by crushing their trachea, and you could easily see a kid in modern America sentenced to +25 years in prison. This can easily spill over onto their parents. It’s not hard to see a situation where an older kid could get their younger siblings taken by CPS in order to, “protect,” them from the parent responsible for this training in the first place.

There’s also a real liability issue for the school and the kid’s parents. If you’re wondering about the idea of a cover-up in the real world, that would be stopped dead by civil litigation. Say whatever you want about America being overly litigious, but things like this are why tort law exists. This would also become a factor regardless of the bullies being alive after the encounter. Someone trained this kid; they’re responsible. Someone let this kid wander around free, waiting for something like this to happen (even if they didn’t know); they’re responsible. This means, even if he kills all the bullies, and there’s no witnesses, you still couldn’t bury this thing fast enough.

The irony here is, even if the bullies provoked this response, it’s still indefensible, and in the eyes of everyone the kid who went too far, and started turning people into meat origami, and they will be held responsible.

This is something every martial artist lives with’ the more training you have, the less force you’re allowed to use to defend yourself. The thought process goes (accurately) that you need to apply less force to ensure your safety, and that of others. It becomes far easier to become the aggressor, legally. This still applies to your kid. Age really isn’t a factor in that. It doesn’t matter if it’s a teen or an adult, with advanced hand to hand training. They go off and start killing people, even in self defense, it’s going to be viewed far more carefully than if a white belt screwed up and accidentally killed a mugger.

So, yeah, that’s not going to be fun.

There’s another factor here worth remembering, bullies are looking for easy victims. They don’t always succeed in finding them, and they probably couldn’t tell you how they identify their potential victims. Normally, bullies will avoid someone with combat training. This isn’t intentional behavior, so much as a subconscious response. Martial training builds self-confidence. In turn, this makes them look less like ideal victims to a bully. Somewhat obviously, it’s not 100%. Some people really are too stupid to live, but that tends to be a self-solving issue.

So, let’s put this back in its intended perspective for a minute. Or at least, as much as I can, having never read the Alex Rider books.

You’re an intelligence agency that just took complete leave of its senses and trained a teenager to be a superspy. They then took that training and used it on civilians? Your next phone call is to get a cleaner on site to bullet the kid in the back of the head, and dump them in a landfill, hog farm, or whatever’s nearby, then pretend that kid never existed in the first place. Let everything after that become one more mystery, because really who’ll notice?

After all, if you couldn’t trust them to keep their training secret, what hope do you have that they won’t flip and start spewing classified information to anyone with a badge or a gun? You can’t afford that. No one can.

Worst case, leaving the body where it landed won’t really lead back to your doorstep. There’s an awkward truth to homicide investigations: If the killer and victim are total strangers, it can become damn near impossible to identify them. A cleaner with an unregistered .44 can leave your teen spy in a pool of their own blood, and slip the perimeter before the local PD figures out what happened. They’re used to giving authoritarian regimes the slip; what are the NYPD going to do? Seal Manhattan over one homicide? Yeah, right.

Not killing the kid and just turning them loose will result in a psychologically unstable rogue agent who may have information you really don’t want in the wild, and their cover is now blown. So any rival groups could potentially make a play for them, or try to disappear them for their own use. That’s another big problem, but hey, it’s a tough world. Hell, even M threatened to have James Bond killed at least once, right?

Also, having a kid flip out like this is a training failure for your agency. I mean, it’s one thing when we’re talking about some guy who was teaching their kid Krav Maga in their basement,  but if you’re supposed to be a respectable intelligence agency, you really needed to make sure your spy would actually be able to operate in the field. That doesn’t mean shirking the issue of bullies, but it does mean finding other, more creative, ways to neutralize them. Not necessarily non-violent means, though those would be preferable. Planting evidence, framing them for crimes, or just straight up blackmailing them into public confessions are all on the table, but taking the direct approach for no substantive gain? No, that’s just bad tradecraft. It exposes the kid, it exposes your agency, and it does this for no benefit.

If there’s a lesson for your writing, it’s that no one is too important to kill if they become a big enough problem. I realize this kind of flips the script on the superspy genre. But, given the provided scenario, there’s no compelling reason not to snuff them. Any cover-up needs to start with tying up loose ends. That means the kid and anyone he confided in. Best case, just him. Worst case, it’s time to dig out the tarps and deep six a few friends and acquaintances. Just be quick, clean, and make sure there’s nothing left that can tie back to you, and you’re golden.

Now, this doesn’t mean that assassinating the kid needs to be successful. The odds aren’t in their favor, but they could find a way to survive. I mean, the entire Bourne film franchise is based off a rogue agent working against his old handlers (the novels are slightly different). But, it is the reasonable response, especially when working in a genre that goes through supporting characters like popcorn. It’s easy to sit back and think, “well, that doesn’t apply to this character, because they’re one of the main characters.” Splat. Not so much, it seems.

One of the best ways to keep your audience engaged (in genre fiction) is to find ways to subtly violate the conventions of your genre by remaining true to the nature of your characters. Especially if those characters are baked into the genre itself. The superspy genre is (usually) very lethal, selectively. It kills off characters who aren’t important to the narrative. It will wax the mentor, the old friend, people your protagonist cares about, because it’s expected. But, it rarely turns around and puts a bullet in the protagonist because they became too much of a problem… unless you’re Sean Bean.

It’s probably worth saying, in closing, you really can’t train a teenager as a spy. Maybe for sigint, but not spies like you think of them. Working in human intelligence includes a staggering amount of psychological pressure. Most adults can’t handle it. Part of the training process is about screening out recruits that simply wouldn’t be able to survive the job. While you could subject a teenager to this, their chances of coming out the side as a functional operative, or even alive, are extremely low. It’s one thing to wave this for because you’re looking at the superspy genre, but that operates with a comfortable disconnection from reality. When you start asking, “but, how would this actually work?” Everything starts to come apart at the seams.

-Starke

Since I didn’t work a reference in along the way, Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy is still a fantastic look at spies, and absolutely worth your time. Amusingly, it’s not the first novel in the series, but is an excellent book.

Also, I’ll say it again, the first couple seasons of Burn Notice are a fantastic tradecraft primer. They’re not perfect, but the narrator offers a lot of excellent insight into how to exploit human nature.

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Nothing But Trouble

Part 1; Part 2


Oh Sehun x Spy!Reader

Summary: You have been working as a spy your whole life but you never expected to be the one spied on.

Genre: Mafia AU

Word Count: 2,669

Originally posted by suhocean

Your head was throbbing like crazy. You shifted a bit in your seat. Remembering what happened, you were about to open your eyes and see where he took you, when you heard voices. You froze and decided to keep your eyes closed, pretending that you’re still unconscious, hoping that whoever was in the room with you, wasn’t paying attention to you at that moment. It seemed there were three people inside, all preoccupied with arguing to notice you being awake.

“Sehun, you dumbass, I swear to God, I will kill you myself one day.”

“Now now Minseokie, how many times did we have this conversation in the past day? No need to get so worked up,” Sehun replied.

Wait. Day? How long were you out? You don’t have that much time as it is. As soon as they’re out of this room, you must come up with an escape plan.

“I don’t think you fully understand what you got yourself into,” Minseok hissed and it seemed like he got Sehun by the collar.

“Minseok calm down,” another man stepped in between the two.

“What do you mean calm down? It’s your fault! You knew she was watching him all this time, yet you never made a move. Aren’t you supposed to be the leader?” Minseok said spitefully.

“That’s enough,” the man said firmly.

“Minseokie, do you really want to make our leader mad? You know what he’s capable of when he’s angry…”

There was a tense silence between all of them and you had to control yourself, not to check out what that so-called leader looked like.

“Sehun, I’m not siding with you either. You acted without permission and most of all, didn’t even plan on informing us. ‘Anexis’ is not the organization you want to mess with-“

At the mention of the name, your interested peaked up even more but the sound of someone slamming the door open interrupted him.

“Where is she?”

Yixing? No. No way. What would he even be doing here? Your probably still not fully functional after the hit and your brain is just messing with you.

“Oh, is big brother worried!?” you weren’t even the one talking to Sehun right now but he already started annoying you. “It’s okay, I won’t let anyone touch her.”

“I don’t want you touching her either,” the man snapped.

“So scary!” Sehun scoffed. “I got her here in one piece, didn’t I? I think it’s about time we got some information from her. She knows more than you anyway…”

It seemed like another fight was about to break out but their leader got everything under control again.

“If you find out something new, I will let this mistake of yours slide but other than that I’m not, or rather neither of us, are helping you clean up this mess.”

“I agree with your terms,” Sehun said. “But I have one condition as well.”

“Which is?”

“I get to do it alone.”

“No way!” the other two shouted almost in union.

“You let her go the first time. There’s no knowing what you will do now,” Minseok said.

“I’m taking her with me,” Yixing sound alike said. You heard footsteps approaching and you kind of wanted them to actually belong to him.

“Fine. I trust you with this one. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Junmyeon are you actually considering it?” Minseok asked.

Ah finally! The name. You repeated it a few times in your head to memorise it.

“I just said it, didn’t I?” Junmyeon said.

“You can’t be serious?!” the others protested but seemingly, he collected all of them and left the room. You heard Sehun sigh and the chair let out a soft creak, when he sat down.

“You can stop pretending. I know you’re awake. That’s why I wanted them out of here,” he said. You opened your eyes and focused your gaze on him. He was reading some sort of book. “And here I thought Jongin hit you too hard and you will never wake up. It’s been almost two days,” he chuckled.

Almost two days?! Time was running out far too quickly for you.

“Yeah but he wasn’t the one who knocked me out, now was he?” you retorted.

He smirked and came around to the front of the only table in the room. Now that you could look around there weren’t any windows here either. To sum up. One table. One door. Two light sources. Two chairs. You have been tied down to one of them. However, your legs where free for some reason.

Veltui aš laukiu: niekas man nepasakys,

Atėjęs iš erdvių giliųjų,

Kodėl kas nors yra? Kodėl aš pats esu

Didžiausia paslaptis visatos slėpinių?

He began reading from the book he was still holding.

“Simply marvellous,” he said when he finished. He took his glasses off and put them on the table. Such a shame, he looked real handsome in them. “Do you understand what I mean?”

Of course you did but you opted to stay silent.

“Oho and here I thought you will know. Guess all the spies at ‘Anexis’ are not as good as the rumours say.”

“I don’t need a language used by only 3 million people,” you snapped back..

“So you do know!” he said, standing up straight and putting the book away as well. “Let me translate it for you, just so we’re both on the same page after all. The last line especially. ‘The biggest secret of the universe mysteries.’ That’s what you are to me.”

He pointed at you and then took a cigarette case out of his inner pocket, lighting one of them. You just furrowed your eyebrows.

“I know. Bad habit. But you’re not in a position to complain,” he blew out a cloud of smoke. “Anyhow, where was I?” he asked himself, crouching in front of you.  “Oh right! Secrets. It seems no matter how much I find out about you, even with the help of your phone and our sources, there is still so much more to learn.”

You tried to kick him but he caught your leg with his hand. He threw his cigarette on the ground and put it out with your shoe, securing your feet in place.

“I didn’t tie up your legs so you would use them this way, dear,” he teased and you just shuffled in your seat. “So tell me dear, how much do you really know about your organization?”

He let go of your legs and came behind you. He started to slowly unzip your suit, exposing your bare shoulders and back to him.

“I noticed this one before but I just had to confirm my suspicion,” he said, tracing the scar along your spine. “So what the others spoke about is true,” he said, stopping midway. “Do you remember how you got this?”

This question caught you off guard. You never thought about it before. It was always there. Some days you even forgot it existed. He pulled your head up enough to make eye contact.

“Do you remember anything from your childhood? Your parents?”

You didn’t want to hear it from him. His warm hands on your cheeks reminded you of something but you didn’t want to feel it. You moved your head forward, breaking the eye contact.

“Who needs petty things like that? I was trained to do one thing and one thing only. Work for them. No questions asked.”

“And you don’t see any problem with that?” he questioned, standing you up. To your surprise, you weren’t actually tied down to the chair at all. It was just your arms that were tied up.

“What are you doing?”

“If it’s up to me, you’re free to go,” he said.

“What?!”

“It seems you don’t have anything new to tell us about yourself, as of now but maybe my questions will give you some inspiration. Also, I wanted some private time with you but they’re probably listening anyway,” you had no idea what he’s talking about but you decided to take this chance even if it was a trap. You jumped a few steps away from him and slowly approached the only door in the room. You somehow grabbed the door handle with the hands still behind your back and opened it. You faced forward and was greeted by 10 pairs of eyes. Sehun started laughing and you quickly shut the door, locking and bracing yourself against them.

“Sehun, what the heck do you think you’re doing?” Minseok began banging against the door, trying to open them.

“I said if it was up to me but I’m not the only one making decisions here,” he explained, still laughing. “Man did you see their faces.”

“Not funny,” you said, through clenched teeth. You had no idea what you were expecting.

“One more thing. I said there is nothing new to know about you but you can still share a lot about your organization, missions, plans, etc,” he put his hands against each side of your head, cornering you. You dully noted that the one you injured before was cleanly bandaged now. Can’t say the same about your shoulder. “So what’s it going to be? I think you would prefer my company a lot more than the others.”

He leaned down and rested his forehead against yours. You noticed a triumphant smile playing on his lips. You could still hear voices coming from the other side of the door.

“Do you need any help with your suit? Perhaps take it off completely,” he chuckled, getting one of his hands behind you. You felt it travel from your thigh, to your ass and up your back where the zipper was.

“No, thank you,” you said pushing him off with such force, he fell on the ground. When you opened the door before, you saw a faint light coming from somewhere. Perhaps there was another room or a door you can escape from. You had no choice but to try. You quickly got the door open again and pushing the men, who were still unsure what just happened, aside made your way outside. You ran down the long corridor and noticed the open window. Just what you needed. You peaked through it and realized that luck was still on your side. It seemed you were in some sort of harbour and there was the sea, right outside this window. You would have stayed and admired the view for a bit longer but they had already caught up with you. Somehow balancing yourself on the windowsill you jumped in.

“Is she crazy? This is the 5th floor!” somebody shouted as you flew through the air. Only when you immersed yourself in the freezing cold water did you realize that your hands were still tied.

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Sehun’s POV

“Move aside. Coming through,” I said, trying to get to the window as quickly as possible. “If she’s crazy, I guess I’m too,” I interrupted Jongdae when I finally reached it. I took my shoes off and when I was about to take off my jacket, somebody grabbed my hand.

“Care to explain what happened there?” it was Kyungsoo this time and he was furious.

“There’s no time but it’s not my fault! I actually didn’t think she would do this.”

“Are you seriously jumping?” Junmyeon came up to me.

“You told me to clean up my own mess, didn’t you?” I smirked and leapt into the water.

“Sehun, I always knew you’re an idiot!” Minseok shouted after me. I emerged from the water and only sparing a glance at the others, headed in her direction.

“You guys are nothing but trouble to me,” Junmyeon sighed, as he watched me getting further away. “Somebody go to the beach and get them back.”

The sun was already setting and I could barely see her dark dressed figure in the distance. She wasn’t moving.

“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I repeated in my head. I should have untied her completely. Ignoring the coldness of the water and hoping my body won’t fail me now, I increased my speed. I grabbed her by the armpits and swam back to the shore with her. I dragged her on the sand away from the water. I took a few deep breaths to relax a bit and then bent down next to her. No good. Not breathing, no pulse. Shit.  I quickly slid down her suit to her waist so it wouldn’t obstruct her breathing. I would have loved to check out her beautiful body for a bit longer but time was of essence. I can do this. Just like I was thought. I tilted her head and opened the airway. I aligned my hands into positions and began giving her chest compressions. 15 pushes. I couldn’t help but smirk hovering above her lips. Oh, she would hate even the thought of this but it was my pleasure to kind of kiss her again. 2 breaths. Come on. Come on. I repeated this few more times and she finally came back to.

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You gasped for air and pushing off whoever was near you, rolled to the side. You coughed and spit out water, all the while thinking how it turned out this way because you’re a better swimmer than this. Someone untied your hands and finally free from the bindings, you rubbed your wrists and looked at the person who saved you. Of course it was him.

“Why?” you simply asked, glaring daggers at him. He had every reason to let you drown. What was his true motive?

“I couldn’t let our little get together end in a disaster, could I?”

You just rolled your eyes. You had enough of his talking. You braced yourself against the ground and tried standing up. To your surprise your legs were really wobbly. He quickly came up to you, to help you balance yourself.

“Don’t touch me,” you said, taking your arm out of his hand.

“So mean! You could at least give me a thanks. I saved your life, you know.”

You ignored him and went to a nearby rock instead but he followed you.

“You owe me one!” he continued.

“I owe you nothing. I didn’t ask you to save me,” you retorted and he just pouted.

“A date.”

“What?”

“We need to go on a proper date. These last few we had were terrible.”

“Are you serious? I’m not going anywhere with the likes of you,” you leaned against the rock and started zipping up your suit. Why were you half naked in the first place? You noticed him staring at you, a faint smile visible on his lips.

“What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” he cooed. But then you realized. If you were drowning, then you needed CPR, if you needed CPR then it means he…

“You did not!” you gasped.

“We can always continue,” he smirked.

“You wish!”

“I do.”

It seems he would have been at it forever but then his face became all serious. You followed his gaze. You could see cars approaching the beach in the distance.

“I think you should get going.”

One thing you can agree on. You pushed yourself off the rock and slowly made your way to the direction of the exit of the harbour. You won’t turn around. You won’t thank him. Nope. No way in hell.

“Thank you,” you mumbled contradicting yourself and stopping a few steps from him. He was silent for a while and you were not sure if he even actually heard it. Not that it matters.

“That’s the sweetest thing to ever leave those pretty lips of yours,” he finally teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. You had no idea what came over you. You were having a friendly chit chat with your target.

“We will keep in touch,” he shouted after you.

Whatever he means by that. You know how this ends anyway. A gun in your hands and a dead body.

8 DAYS LEFT

3

For: Anon

Imagine: Getting caught in the rain with Dallas Winston.

“Dally, you two should go, you really don’t need to walk me home,” You tell one of your closest friends, Dallas Winston.  You were at Buck’s place for a party, Dally was walking Sylvia home, and he was insisting on taking you with him since your house was on the way to hers.

“Ya wanna get jumped again Y/N?” Dally has always been so damn blunt, and to be completely honest you were a little afraid, not that you’d ever admit it.

“Dallas, let’s go!” Sylvia says rolling her eyes, this bitch was Dally’s stuck up girlfriend and she hated you. She was constantly two-timing Dally, yet she couldn’t stand the fact that Dallas’ best friend was a girl.

“Alright Sylvia, Y/N will be coming along,” Dally responds, dragging you with him.

“Ugh, fine,” Sylvia says in pure disgust. You join the couple and the three of you head out. You instantly regret it as Sylvia practically throws herself on to Dally. Fuck this, just get me home already.

*Boom* You screech and jump at the sound of the booming thunder as Sylvia grips onto Dally, he chuckles slightly and rolls his eyes.

“Looks like it’s gonna rain, we should take a short-cut through the park,” Dally calls before making his way towards the grass.

You take off your heels and run after him, and Sylvia tiptoes through the grass trying to avoid getting her dress and shoes dirty. Suddenly you hear Dally cry out, “Fuck!”

You look around and see Dally lying on the ground in the mud, you burst into laughter, “What happened?”

“I slipped,” He says, forcing himself to look annoyed.

“Here,” You say giving him your hand, “Let me help you up Dal.”

Dally takes your hand and you pull him up half way before pushing him back into the mud, causing it to go splashing everywhere, he curses and you continue laughing, at this point you can’t tell if there’s tears streaming down your face or if its rain, “What the fuck Y/N?!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Dal, here, give me your hand, I actually help you up this time,” He looks at you reluctantly, and tries to get up himself, but he slips again in the process, “I promise I won’t let go this time Dally, trust me.”

“Will you hurry the fuck up?!” Sylvia says, getting annoyed.

“Alright doll, I’ll trust ya,” Dally takes your hand, and just as you’re about to pull him up, he pulls you down instead, you cry out as you fall on top of him. He takes advantage of your shock, and rolls you over so that you’re in the mud and he’s on top of you, “But you shouldn’t trust me.”

“DALLY!” You squeal as the mud surrounds you. You reach to the side and grab a handful of it, quickly splashing it up into Dallas’ face.

“You little bitch,” He growls playfully, before smearing some on you.

“You think you’re real strong huh Dal?”

“I know I am doll,” He smirks as you struggle under his grasp.

“Asshole,” You say as Dally leans in, before you know what’s happening, Dally’s lips are a meer inch away from yours. It’s finally happening, I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Your happiness is short lived as Sylvia coughs; you’d forgotten about her.

“I’d hate to interrupt, but this is disgusting and I’m leaving Dallas, if you want to you can join me,” She says, before tiptoeing away.

Dallas grunts and pushes himself off you before helping you up, “Let’s go Y/N.”

“Dal, go after Sylvia she’s your girl, besides my house is close by, I’ll get there,” You say, looking down. You’ve liked Dally for years, you’re one of the few people who, unlike his girlfriend, can actually see the good in him, he’s not just a sex tool for you, but of course, you’ve never had to guts to tell him.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna drop you off first, she always does this,” He says rolling his eyes.

The two of you continue to walk in silence, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of your shivering and a few sneezes here and there. You hear a rustling next to you and suddenly Dallas wraps his jacket around you, you look at him and raise an eyebrow, “Look at you being a gentleman.”

“Do you want the fucking jacket or not,” You stick out your tongue and the two of you continue walking, trying to break the silence from time to time. You finally get home only to realize that you are missing your keys, you mentally curse at yourself, and spend the night at your neighbours’ house, the Curtis brothers.

“Alright Y/N, I’m gonna go now, g’night doll,” He leans in once again, before he realizes what he’s doing, he saves himself by just going for an awkward hug. You hold on for just a moment too long, taking in Dally’s scent. He eventually pulls away, and walks off, leaving you in the Curtis’ yard.

You walk in and see the brothers along with Johnny and Two-Bit sitting in the living room, “Mind if I crash here boys?”

They all look at you as if you’re crazy, you look down and realize that you’re soaking wet, covered in mud, and wearing Dally’s jacket, “Oh this? Let’s just say there was a mishap on my way home.”

“Is that Dal’s jacket?” Two-Bit questions.

“Yeah,” You say nonchalantly.

“Dally never gives anyone his jacket,” Johnny says, smiling a little, this kid has always been trying to set the two of you up.

“So?” You say before walking into the bathroom, you shut the door and finally let your smile break out, as you cuddle yourself in Dally’s jacket. Maybe he does care about me!

A/N: *Please read* Finally another post!! K I know the reader asked for a fluffy Dally imagine so I tried to make it as fluffy as possible while staying true to Dally’s character, I obviously didn’t want to make him seem soft or anything. Also DISCLAIMER, I never really liked Sylvia’s character so I made her sound like a little bitch, but if you guys actually liked her, don’t hate, just change up her name for the sake of this imagine and pretend it’s about a different girl. ILSYM and I hope you liked it!

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Cuddle Bug

Request: Harry is back from doing promotions, so both of you are quite clingy.

Pairing: Reader (Y/N) x Harry

Word Count: 793

Harry had been back from some promo events to finally have some time for you. The distance lasted a of couple weeks, but you texted or called each other between flights or interviews. You were content. It’s not like you could really do anything about it, anyway.

So when he came home, of course there was cuddling, sex,  hanging on each other, and never letting each other out of your sight.

It seemed to be movie night every night. You would snuggle into Harry’s side on the couch, and he would wrap himself around you in bed.

One night you guys decided to make your own dinner. The whole time, your shoulders were touching, or if you leaned away, Harry would lean with you, pretending to be interested in what you were grabbing.

Even when you were just reading in bed, Harry had his head in your lap with you playing with his hair. He wouldn’t let go of your legs until they went numb from his laying on them. You didn’t mind, even though you weren’t a very cuddly person yourself. For some reason, once you started dating Harry, you seemed to cuddle with him every chance you had.

The past few day happened to be a very hot, though. Temperatures seemed to be record high, and your air conditioner was merely a machine that made noise.

Harry handled the heat well. He could just take off his shirt and relax. He had years of touring in hot, humid places, so he was a bit more prepared. You, however, did not handle heat as well. Vacations were somewhat of a nightmare because you wouldn’t move a muscle but sweat was pour from your body. The sunburns were painful, even though you applied sunscreen like a madwoman. Working air conditioners were blessings, and you would never live without one.

You were sprawled on the couch, waving a few papers in front of your face, trying to get rid of some sweat. Harry was in the kitchen making a cup of tea. How he could drink hot tea in this heat was a mystery to you.

He placed the cup on the coffee table next to you and laid over you. Instantly, his body heat was overwhelming. He had a bit of sweat as well, but he continued to drape himself across you and the couch. A few more minutes, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Harry, I need some fresh air,” you said as you lightly pushed him off of you. His face turned into a pout, but you didn’t care.

“I’m sweating so much, and I’m really hot. It’s beginning to feel unbearable.”

“Oh, my love,” Harry sat up and gave a quick kiss to your cheek. “I’m going to check on the air conditioner.”

You nodded, continuing to wave the papers in your face. It was a few minutes before Harry came back, a surprised look on his face.

“So, it turns out that it wasn’t working. I tried a few things but, I used to be a baker, not a mechanic,” he held up his hands in defeat.

You lightly chuckled at his joke. “Could you please call someone? I am dying over here.”

Harry laughed. “Dying? Please, no!” he exclaimed, coming back over to the couch and peppering your face with kisses. You giggled and squealed, trying to make him stop. Soon, he was again laying on top of you. This time, though, you didn’t really mind. You just wanted to be around Harry.

After a few more minutes of messing around, you were  thoroughly covered in sweat. It was under your boobs, armpits, thighs, neck, and anywhere else you could imagine. You felt absolutely disgusting, but Harry didn’t look too good, either.

His hair was a mess and his body glistened with sweat. You could feel a droplet fall onto your leg once in a while. Every time, you made a face and Harry laughed.

“I should call someone to fix it, then,” Harry sighed.

“Yes, you should. We haven’t had sex in three days because of this heat, and I’m a little lonely. Imagine what I’ll do when the heat doesn’t bother me anymore,” you said in a low voice. Harry stared at you, his eyes narrowing and his posture straightened.

“I’ll definitely hold you to that.”

You smirked. “Better call someone quick, then.”

Harry stood and started walking to the kitchen. You could already see he was getting hard. You knew it would be quick, because the two of you really hadn’t had sex these past few days, and when you did, it seemed rushed.

You gave Harry’s bum a light smack as he passed by your spot on the couch. He turned and smiled smugly at you. You knew he was going to completely ruin you after someone fixed the air conditioner.

And you couldn’t wait.

Wrapped Around; pt. 2.5

Jimin x Reader x Tae // College!AU // 3990 words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Freshman year was a mess and sophomore year doesn’t seem to be looking too good either. You know boys like them are no good for you but maybe they’re just your kind of type

Genre: Fluff, Smut

A/N: wow I’m so bad at updating, I’m so sorry ahahah. This is a small portion bc I needed to split up what I’ve already written and I’m not sure when I’ll finish the actual part 3 bc I have mid-terms next week! I feel super bad for making y’all wait so… this is roughly (4000/11000 words i’ve written). It ain’t much but ya know don’t hate me pls haha.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Previously…

You run your hands up and down your neck in horror as you see matching dark marks on your neck. What are these? Who did this? Just what the fuck happened last night? Did fucking Jimin— Son of a bitch.


You run to your door, pulling it open hurriedly just so you can catch him but Jimin had made a quick escape.

You slam the door shut, searching instead for your phone. You call him once, twice and he doesn’t pick up… which is odd since he’s practically glued to his phone like all the time. You let out an annoyed groan and settled on texting him instead, fingers furiously tapping at the screen as you typed out your message.

[1:09] You: Jimin what the fuck happened last night?

[1:09] You: how am I even going to hide these marks?

[1:09] You: why couldn’t you just keep your nasty mouth to yourself?

[1:10] You: answer me asshole

[1:10] You: I know you’re reading these

[1:10] You: you’re on your damn phone all the time when we’re doing the quizzes

You wait 5, 10, 15 minutes and there’s still no reply. You go to the bathroom for a quick shower and run to your phone immediately after getting dressed and still no reply. You examine the marks once again and you rest your head on the wall, grumbling at yourself for having too much alcohol the night before.

Even with a scarf, you couldn’t cover the marks that ran all the way to your jawline. You apply a generous amount of foundation and concealer, hoping to hide the petals of blue and purple but you could still see a hint of colour even after slathering on what seems like almost half the bottle of foundation onto your neck. Frustrated, you simply shove the last of your belongings into your bag and make your way to the library.


The throbbing headache you had made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the books you had in front of you. Despite sleeping till 1 pm, you still felt exhausted and you promise yourself to never have that much alcohol again. You sigh, this was starting to sound like what you used to tell yourself every week last semester.

After finishing the last section of your lab report, you allow yourself to take a quick 20-minute nap because honestly you could barely keep your eyes open anyway. You check your phone again, you’re still waiting on Jimin’s reply but your lock screen still comes up blank. Placing your phone to the side, you sink down comfortably into your chair and rest your head on your arms. You will your mind to remember the events of last night but the moment you shut your eyes, you simply drift to sleep.


Your night comes back to you in the form of tiny flashes, simple snippets, each one making you regret the night more and more. The short flashbacks are not in order and it isn’t enough for you to build a coherent timeline of what was your exciting Friday night but they were truly enough to make you feel like flinging yourself across the room.

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Not His

@notreallydeanwinchester​ said: 

ALRIGHT SO MY REQUEST IS FOR THE READER TO BE LIKE A HELLHOUND AND CAN TRANSFORM TO A HUMAM FEMALE AND HER AND GABE ARE TOGETHER AND LIKE SHES LUCIFERS FAVORITE HELLHOUND BUT SHE REMINDS GABE THAT SHES HIS AND ONLY HIS AND GODDDDDD


A/N: Okay, so I just rewrote that because I didn’t read it twice after actually writing and was far too tired to my own standards when I first wrote “Not His”. I’m sorry about the previous version, lets pretend it never happened, shall we?

Summary: Thousands of years ago, you used to be a hellhound, Lucifer’s favourite. Today, you lived with Gabriel. When both of you meet him in the bunker, things get a bit messy. 
Pairing: Gabriel x Female!Reader
Word counting: 500 something words
Warnings: Light angst. Fluff. TW: Mentions of abusive relationship.

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You were never born, not literally. Thousands of years ago, you opened your eyes and you were there, like magic. The first ever hellhound Lucifer created. 

You were a bit close to him: Being the first one of you to ever exist, you were different from the others. You were immortal and could change your form to a humanoide. You could think differently from any of the servers, and weren’t just one to follow every order, making you his favourite. 

Making you his partner.

Or at least that was what he made you think you were.

But you took time to find out the true reason he created you, the real reason. You were his pet, his property. He was bored and needed something to play with, so he created you. You could hunt someone down and kill them to his pleasure, and could give him any pleasure. 

But now you weren’t his anymore. Lucifer was different from the archangel you once knew, sick and caged in hell and you were free, living with a different archangel. 

“Love?” Gabriel called you away from your thoughts. 

You raised your head to look at him and your boyfriend reached out to you. 

“Are you ready?” 

You nodded, closing your eyes as his wings took you to the Men Of Letters’s bunker. 

“Open your eyes.” He whispered, kissing your temple. 

 You complied, and he let you go with a smirk. But before you could more more than an inch, he held you again, his face changing drastically. 

“Gabriel.” The voice behind you said and your archangel’s wings wrapped around you instantly. 

You recognised that tone, and the chill in the air only confirmed your guess. 

Lucifer. 

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“I Like You Too.” [Tom! Peter Parker x Reader]

Originally posted by spiderholland

Summary: Peter and reader are both avengers and both studying at midtown. Ned knows about you being an avenger and that Peter likes you. He helped Peter make reader jealous by saying stuff about Peter and Liz.

Requested? Yes. In case you want to request. Request here.

Word Count: 841

Warnings? Really Fluffy.

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GOT7 reacting to getting caught by family while making out with you (as gf)

[A/N: Thank you! And I apologise for how late this is, my inbox is quite crowded right now.]

WARNING: mention of sex, very slight smut. (If your parents are watching over your shoulder, you might wanna scroll away very quickly)

You’re hanging out with [insert member name] at his house waiting for his family to arrive for his birthday dinner. You’re sitting on the couch across from him in the middle of a heated debate about sex scenes in movies. 

“It’s just weird,” you say, “Would you really let a random person on your bed? You don’t know where they’ve been.” 

He replies, “Well that’s because the couch is usually uncomfortable.”

“What are you talking about? I’m sitting on your couch right now and it’s perfectly fine.” 

“Then let’s find out for ourselves,” He says, suddenly leaning towards you and pushing you down onto the couch with his lips tightly sealed on yours. 

You want to kiss him back, but you realise where you are. “M/n! What if your family gets home?”

He pulls away to say quickly, “It’s alright, they said they probably wouldn’t get here for twenty more minutes,” before his lips come crashing onto yours once more. 

At this point, his warm body is lying on top of yours and your lips are still connected. His hands slide under your loose T-shirt and they reach for the clasp of your bra. The only thing you two can hear is the breathing of each other, which is why no one hears the front door opening and footsteps getting closer.


Jaebum: “Jaebum?” It’s his mom and dad. Not knowing what to do, he suddenly rolls off the edge of the sofa, pulling you down with him and causing a loud THUD. He then slides out from under you and stands up quickly, saying, “I’m fine, mom, I just fell haha,” which buys you enough time to wipe off your sweat and pretend like you weren’t just making out with him ten seconds ago.

Mark: “Maaaarrkk, we’re hereeee!” It’s Mark’s younger brother, Joey. Mark sits up quickly and pushes you up to a sitting position quickly. “H-hey, Joey,” Mark attempts to say casually, despite his heavy breathing and the sweat on his forehead. “Why do you guys look so tired?” Joey asks, though he has a pretty good idea of what you’ve been up to. “N-n-no reason, it’s just a little hot in here,” Mark says, his cheeks turning red.

Jackson: His eyes widen when he hears his mother’s voice. He freezes and you’re trapped under his body and though you try to get out from under him, his body is too heavy for you. He silently panics as his mother’s footsteps get closer. “Jackson?” She calls out, but suddenly stops when she sees Jackson on top of you and turns around and walks off quickly. “Oh my–I-I’ll be back later…” When Jackson realises what just happened, his cheeks turn bright red and he breaks out in laughter as he says, “Oh no, she’s never going to let me live this down.”

Jinyoung: You mouth to him that his family just walked through the door. He stiffens and quickly looks around. He grabs the magazine on the coffee table besides you and sits up, allowing you to sit up as well. He swiftly passes you your phone and mouths to you, pretend to be texting, as he flips the magazine open to a random page and pretends to read as he wipes off the sweat on his forehead. 

Youngjae: He immediately freezes when he realises his parents are now in the house. “Hey, Youngjae, we’re here!” His sister says. Youngjae panics, thinking of what to say, then randomly sits up and yells out, “Oh my gosh, you left the engine of the car on??” You’re still laying with your back against the sofa cushions. “What?” his sister says. She puts her bag on the floor and quickly leaves to go check. “That was close,” Youngjae laughs nervously.

Bambam: His sister calls out, “Hey Bambam, I brought your favorite–” And Bambam suddenly reacts, calling out, “Don’t come closer, I, uh, I’m not wearing pants!!” His sister pauses, then quickly leaves. “That was a good save, right?” He says to you. You reply, “Doesn’t that mean that you said we were having sex?” He realises how his words could have been interpreted and says, “Oh, wait, oops.”

Yugyeom: When he realises there’s footsteps coming closer, he suddenly pushes you off the sofa and you hit the floor on your side, but you bite your lip to keep from making noise. He mouths sorry to you as he wipes of his sweat and quickly turns on the TV, just as you sit up and his mom approaches from behind him. “Whatcha doing?” she asks. “Just, uh, watching TV,” Yugyeom replies as he looks to you, smirking.

dear rpc,

This has been a long time coming.

I’ve got some things on my mind about the RPC that just need to be said. I’m prepared to receive hate from all you “tolerant” and “anti-drama, accepting” individuals because when someone doesn’t agree with your oh-so-open-minded viewpoint, they are wrong, yeah? I just have to get this out there.

You all need to chill the fuck out.

Roleplays are meant for fun. I have not seen a single group RP that has pre-written bios (whether fandomless or from a fandom) not receive some sort of hate. No one is fucking perfect and maybe the FCs they chose are there for a reason. 

Here are some key points that should have been said long ago:

  • Representation is important. HOWEVER, if someone has more cis/white characters, you really have to think about the setting to their RP. I don’t know about you, but in 17th Century England, I’m pretty sure there weren’t a ton of non-binary mixed-race people running around. 
  • It’s kind of hypocritical AF to tell an RP that they need to have a certain amount of trans and/or non-binary characters and then condemn them for using cis-gendered FCs to fill these roles. I’ve looked. I’ve asked around. There are not a ton of non-cis FCs with available resources. Many of these FCs are also from YouTube and a lot of RPs ban YouTube FCs. Those that aren’t from YouTube are either older than what the RPs demographic requires or lack in resources. If you’re able to make gifs/resources of these individuals, do it, and stop bitching, but many of us don’t have that talent. Let’s be real, anyway. A majority of the world is cis-gendered and heteronormative and most RP admins won’t force anyone to write a straight character. In fact, most RPs I’ve been in wind up having like 75% LGBTQ characters, which is awesome. Just keep that in mind when judging the RP main from the outside.
  • Again, think about the setting to the RP! I’ve had tons of hate given to me about not including certain types of characters, but one RP that I was in/ran took place in the 1970′s in the United Kingdom. Hell, I graduated high school just 10 years ago in a liberal area in a blue, progressive state and there were 0 kids that were out of the closet as gay/bi/lesbian out of the 180ish kids I graduated with, let alone out as trans or non-binary. Since graduation, I know several that have come out, but it took them time. What I’m saying is that you have to think of the times when writing a character or observing a group RP. Unless it is in some kind of AU world, we have to be real. Up until recently, and even today, being in the LGBTQ community isn’t universally accepted.
  • Speaking of being real- why the fuck are we so goddamn uptight about including characters that are hateful? WAKE THE FUCK UP. There are homophobic, transphobic, racist, bigoted, misogynistic people in this world and pretending they don’t exist because it might offend someone in the RPC is a little ridiculous. Pretty sure everyone I know (myself included) that is part of the LGBTQ community or that is a POC has experienced hatred because of who they are, what they look like, and how they identify. These things should be represented because it may help people to cope with situations in real life that are extremely real and can happen any time, anywhere!
  • About whitewashing. IT IS NOT COOL TO FUCKING WHITE WASH YOUR RP. Having 95%+ white FCs is just not acceptable. However, AGAIN, people need to keep the setting in mind when criticizing an RP. I had about 10 kids in a class of 180 that were not white. I, myself, am mixed. As a teacher, I have personally seen in different school districts how diversity can vary depending on location. One school that I taught in had a total of 3 POC children in the entire fucking school. The school I currently teach in is about 40-50% POC children. Another school that I visited had 95%+ POC children. If you are running an RP that takes place in rural Wyoming, that area is probably predominantly white with mostly closeted individuals. If you are running an RP that takes place in New York City, it is probably much more diverse. HOWEVER, I do think it is the job of an RP to offer diversity no matter where the roleplay is situated. But I swear to fucking god I’ve seen people get hate for their RPs that include about 50% POCs. Chill the fuck out. Most admins will let you change the FC, anyway, if you are so inclined.
  • Problematic plots. Grow up? Honestly. If someone wants to write a plot that you consider problematic, then don’t fucking read it. Maybe this person is using this sort of plot line to cope with a situation they dealt with in real life that was similar. Bad shit happens every single day and, again, pretending that it doesn’t in fear of offending someone is just stupid. Sure, some plots in group RPs should never be written and are definitely problematic- but I think, as a community, we are realizing that. These kinds of RPs are now far and few between. But indie RPs or those in group RPs that want to write plot lines that can be triggering should not be condemned because of it, especially if they tag these plots! Just blacklist the fucking tags that may trigger you and move on with your life.
  • Problematic FCs. FUCKING CHILL THE FUCK OUT. I’ve seen people call FCs out for being “problematic” when the evidence just isn’t there. For example, FCs that did something 5-10 years ago that was a joke and is taken way too fucking seriously. Comedians and rappers that use offensive material in a funny/creative way should not be condemned forever. Grow some fucking skin and learn the difference between real bigoted, racist individuals and those that are using “offensive” content in their work for a reason. Maybe it is to create awareness. Maybe it is to shine light on these issues. Maybe it is to mock those who really believe that way. Whatever the reason, does it fucking matter when the person has been condemned in the RPC and in real life for their “offensive” content plenty and has often times apologized. Sometimes it is just ignorance. We all make mistakes and say things that we shouldn’t. We all have done things that might offend someone. Sometimes it is just because we don’t realize it is offensive. Celebrities are people too. They make mistakes. Calm the hell down. There are more important things to worry about.
  • Speaking of more important things to worry about… We need to come together and grow up. We need to get thicker skin and let these things slide. We need to stop sending hate to people that have “offended” others. An eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind. If you think an RP is problematic, just ignore them. Block them. You don’t need to have a vendetta against them. You don’t need to send them hate. You have no idea who the admin is, what they represent, and how they feel in real life. Your hatred and condemnation might cause them great pain, anxiety, and depression. Many of us RP to escape situations in our lives that are shitty. Some of us are dealing with things beyond comprehension and RP is a way to escape and cope. Some of us are just here to write and explore our most creative selves. Whatever the reason is, we’re here for fun. I’m not saying that some of the above mentioned is okay. White washing is not okay. Being actually bigoted in real life is not okay. Not including diversity in your RP is not okay. But no RP is going to be 100% problem-free in the eyes of everyone on Earth. The good news? There are lots of other RPs out there or, perhaps, you can create your own how you want to. Give admins a break. They work hard and, on occasion, may slip and include things that are offensive. If it is truly, honestly a problem, politely tell them and move on. 

Thanks for listening. 

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My Valentines gift to you is a dumb Andromeda Age crossover comic. Your gift to me can be pretending to laugh. Thank you.

Softy - Sirius Black X Reader (Headcanon)

Request: Sirius Black x Shy plus size reader? Please?!?! Lots o fluff!



  • You always avoided the spotlight because you can’t handle all the attention
  • But that didn’t stop the famous Sirius Black from noticing you
  • Sirius spends some of his time pretending to read in the library just to look at you from afar
  • When you try to conceal a smile coming from your lips when reading he finds it super cute and beams at himself
  • Your favorite spot was in the corner beside the library window letting the sun/moonlight ray upon you.
  • Sometimes you see a single flower on that spot clearly picked from the garden of school with some notes like “Hi, have a good day~ :)” 
  • Or when you’re sad it says “Please smile, love” And that ultimately made you smile, biting your lip
  • Never believed someone fancies you
  • You never bothered to know who it may be because if this person would like to show himself, he would
  • And him on the other hand, making a small fist pump and pats himself when the notes make you smile
  • He hates it when you’re just walking with your friends and laugh while the wind gently caress your hair because it makes his heart flutter
  • And you look so careless but beautiful
  • His bad ass demeanor fading
  • The marauders starting to notice that he fancies you
  • Them always talking to Sirius encouraging him to confess
  • Remus helped him a lot and has been his favorite man since
  • You were reading when Sirius suddenly sat across you
  • You furrowed your eyebrows trying to see if the library is full
  • Tbh, the library isn’t. He just wants himself to be noticed
  • You didnt look at him asking yourself why the heck is this guy here
  • You sunk down further from your seat to cover your face>
  • Sirius looked back, Remus silently giving him a go signal
  • He faked a cough and “Uhh, hi, Y/N“ he started
  • “You pierce my soul. I am half agony half hope. I have loved none but you” he said dramatically then smiled innocently
  • “What?” you asked him trying not laugh
  • “A quote from that book you’re reading” 
  • He actually bugged Remus to find a quote from a muggle book called Persuasion by Jane Austen. He didn’t really read
  • “You read?” “Ouch” he said 
  • “O-oh! It’s not what I meant. I mean y-you just don’t look like you read novels especially classics” You said quickly not wanting to offend the man
  • He just shrugged it off cooly but really he’s a mess inside
  • Since then he always try to know something about a book you’re reading and his efforts made you blush and smile
  • You grew to be fond of him and his company
  • He never fail to make you laugh, even blushing at times
  • After a few months of being friends he finally confessed to you
  • Looking at your back and to him thinking that maybe he was confessing to someone behind you
  • He laughed and said “No, Y/N, you, I’m confessing to you. You’re the one I like and not the wall behind you” making you blush and widen your eyes
  • You, on the other hand being flustered about it but happy that he likes you back
  • You werent really confident about anything about yourself
  • but he always assured you that your flaws are a part of what he liked about you
  • He never make you feel bad about anything about yourself
  • And makes you feel secured when he’s around
  • He never really cared about you being a plus size because for him, love knows no size and he’d love you no less than he had for whatever size you may be in
  • And tbh he actually adores your body and anyone who’ll disagree on that can fight Sirius Black
  • Overall he’s really a protective boyfriend
  • During makeouts he always kiss your forehead and be gentle about it waiting for you to be comfortable before he goes all out
  • He LOVES to cuddle
  • There are times when he just don’t let go of you in the morning when you sleep together
  • You, telling him to let go but he just tigthens the hug and you’d just surrender and spend the whole day with him in bed(not that you hate it)
  • During classes he’d secretly hold your hand under the table and you’d look at him seeing a wide grin on his face
  • You love it when at times, out of habit, he just puts his hand on your thighs or just hug you even if you’re infront of everyone
  • You are very shy when alone but when you’re him you suddenly become confident letting your true self appear for everyone to see
  • He had also stopped skipping classes just to be with you even if the subjects bore him to death
  • When school is being rough he solves it with kisses and plainly by just being cute
  • Like batting his lashes at you, not stopping to tickle you until you say that he’s the sexiest man alive on the whole universe
  • In some of your date he’d play a music while he just hug you and sway a bit. Feeling each other’s presence
  • And when he had another argument with his family you were always there for him
  • Refusing to leave until he feels okay
  • He sometimes asks you to read to him in the common room when everyone else has gone to bed even though he’s not a book person
  • You’d only stop reading when you hear a soft snore coming from him indicating that he had fallen asleep
  • When you’d ask him why does he like you he’ll have no reason because he just felt it and there are no words to describe how he feels except the words I love you
  • Sometimes even i love you isnt enough
  • and he’d back his answer up with a quote from a book you read to him “If I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more”(Emma by Jane Austen)



A/N: Thank you for the request. Please don’t mind the title. I had zero idea what to put in the title 😂I hope you liked it~

You know why I haven’t killed myself yet?
Because I know that it’ll hurt so many people
When they hear the news that I did what I did.
I am not gonna do that. And neither are you.
It’s true, I don’t know how much pain you’re in.
And I know it’s difficult to try and ignore it
By just smiling and pretending like nothing is wrong.
But you HAVE to believe me that committing suicide
Is and will always be the worst choice you can ever make.
Maybe reading this won’t stop you at all.
But it doesn’t hurt to try.
I will not stay quiet about the words you’ve said to me.
I’m not letting go.
Never.
So when I tell you to stay strong
I mean it from the bottom of my aching heart.
Stay strong.
Fight back whatever this pain is.
Just, please, for yours, mines, and our sake.
Don’t give in.

future proofing; a luke/annabeth fic

title: future proofing

pairing: luke/annabeth, a dash of percy/annabeth

rating: straight up explicit smut, friendos

word count: 4,312 words because i hate myself

premise: Luke survives the Battle of Manhattan. Percy and Annabeth intercede on his behalf despite a Complication of Feelings, and the gods agree to let him live on the condition that he remains tied to Camp Halfblood. Due to another Complication of Feelings, Percy and Annabeth are not together. this is all @greenconverses fault

summary:  Luke doesn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks these days, but he’ll die for Annabeth Chase, and she knows it.

All Annabeth wants is to finally get him out of her system.

Really.


Annabeth is twenty one years old and should fucking know better.

The house looms out of the dark, silhouetted by the flicker of torches. She’s trying to talk Chiron into the environmental benefits of LEDs for their growing town’s street lighting, but it’s a work in progress.

“How long are you planning on standing out there?”

He’s standing on the porch, forearms resting on the banister. Watching her, just like she’s been ignoring him for the past ten minutes. Annabeth squeezes her eyes shut, but the darkness doesn’t offer up anything clever to say.

Probably because this isn’t a very clever thing to be doing.

“I don’t have any plans when it comes to you, Luke.”

He snorts, straightening, although his eyes don’t lift from her. They never do these days. She’s spent more energy than she wants to think about pretending that she doesn’t know why.

“I thought you’d join me, you know.” He says it casually, like he’s not bringing up that time he started a war that nearly destroyed the world.

“In annihilation? You didn’t know me half as well as you think you did.”

“Maybe that’s true.”

He doesn’t offer up anything more, but her irritation is pricked now. She moves, striding onto the porch until she’s planted in front of him.

“You never considered if I’d agree with you or not. You just assumed I’d follow you because I was a starry-eyed idiot.”

“You’d always been there before. Did I think a few days with Percy Jackson was going to change that? Not exactly.”

Don’t,” she spits, and they’re both taken aback at the vehemence in her voice, “bring him into this.”

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myurlisgone  asked:

Hey! I found your blog a few weeks ago and I absolutely love it! Your writing is so amazing, it catches aaaaalll of my attention (and I usually get distracted while reading). You have inspired me to write again (It's been 2-3 years), thank you so much! I'm looking forward to read anything you write next! May I request how the guys would have confessed to Candy? (Let's pretend episode 28 never happened). XOXO

I think it was obvious the boys would have definitely kissed Candy earlier on their picnic outing with her…if only Iris and Thomas hadn’t shown up at the park. Oh well. Let’s think of some other possible scenarios. And just in time for Valentine’s Day!

Nathaniel: We (our Candy) overheard Nathaniel conversing with another character (I can’t remember who) about how he also enjoys reading poetry when he’s not nose deep in a good detective novel. I think, given the opportunity he would have still confessed in the library, but would have perhaps slipped a note in Candy’s locker saying to meet him after school there. Once everyone else had left and it was just the two of them, he would perhaps use the excuse that he was looking for a poem to use for a project and wanted her help. After going through several books, he would finally reach for the one he already planned to grab and flipped it open to the poem he wanted. He would show it to Candy and ask what she thought, watching her eyes light up and a soft smile form on her lips as she read it. She would express how it was just lovely and he should use it for his project for sure. Then he would confess to Candy that it was actually one of his favorites…because it reminded him of her. Candy would take a second to register what he had just said to her, moved by his confession and relieved as she liked him too. And then they would share a passionate kiss.

Castiel: Castiel is not really the romantic type, though he has his better moments around Candy. His favorite thing to do seems to be walking Candy home when he has a chance, even though she lives the opposite direction of where he lives. Castiel has even invited her out with him while he walks Demon. A perfect opportunity for more one on one time together. So one day, after school, he would find Candy and offer to walk her home again. Thankfully she accepted. As they approached the park, he stopped her and offers to buy her a drink while they just hang out for a bit, promising he’ll get her something besides water this time. Candy is skeptical of him so nice, wondering when the sarcasm was going to show up, but accepts this offer nonetheless. They end up having a good time, laughing, joking and poking fun at each other. It starts to get a bit late as they lose track of time and Castiel keeps his promise to walk Candy home, but this time holding hand the rest of the way. As they pass through the park, he stops at the park gate near her home and gives her a genuine smile as he admits he had fun hanging out out with her. It was never boring and he always looked forward to it. She would blush, not sure how to respond. And then he would lean in for a kiss, to which she kissed back.

Lysander: Someone had posted screen caps of Lysander from the earlier episodes and Candy asking if she could ever have the chance to read or see his work/song lyrics, since he wrote such a beautiful poem for Rosa on behalf of Leigh. He mentions how one day maybe he would show her. I agree that this probably would have been the way he would have confessed to Candy. They would be hanging out by the fountain like they did while studying together that one episode and having a nice conversation, or just people watching and enjoying each others company in silent bliss. Lysander would look at Candy while she wasn’t paying attention and would smile as he pulled out his journal (for once he had it on him), and would start writing in it. Candy would notice that he seemed hard at work and would leave him him be for a bit before he spoke up. Lysander would remind her of when he said he would show her some of his work one day, to which she would nod eagerly. He would pass her his journal and let her read a few pages before flipping to the page he had just written on, confessing his feelings for her, and how she has been his biggest inspiration while writing song lyrics lately. Candy would look at him, stunned, as he patiently waited for her response. She would hug his journal to her chest, wanting to keep it close to her heart before they share a tender kiss.

Kentin: Kentin feels like his feelings for Candy are obvious and transparent, but he still needs conformation from her that she likes him to the same extent. He would invite her out on another picnic, hoping no one would bother them this time. So instead of going to the park, they went on a nature trail. The would find a nice open clearing with fresh grass, tress for shade, a few wild flowers here and there and a small creek. They would set up the blanket and enjoy a few sandwiches and some fruit like last time and then lie down to watch the clouds and point out shapes while reminiscing over their childhood. As Candy continued to look at the clouds, Kentin would excuse himself for a minute, promising to come right back. While gone, he would be a little off in the distance, picking a few wild flowers to make a small bouquet. When he returned, he would hold behind his back and make her close her eyes. Candy would sit up and humor him, curious. Then he would tell her to open them to see the flowers. She would be touched by his gesture, thinking it was very much him. She would happily take them while he took one flower and put it in her hair, saying she was prettier than any flower in existence. She would press her forehead against his and they would kiss.

Armin: These feelings are very new to Armin, so he wasn’t quite sure what to do to confess to Candy that he liked her…a lot. What to do, what to do….the only thing he could turn to for references or examples of what to do was the internet and a bunch of chick flicks and romantic comedy movies. He liked the ones from the 80′s so he began some extensive research. He didn’t have a car like Jake in 16 Candles, nor did he know anyone with such a car. He didn’t have a boombox to blare a song outside Candy’s bedroom window. Eventually he would come up with a plan B. He would start up a conversation with Candy about RomComs and eventually ask her what her favorite one was and why. After he got her answer, he would put in a bit of effort to reenact her favorite scene (which turned out to be a fun but genuine confession) from the movie she talked about, to win her over. This would all take place after school when everyone else was gone. Candy was the only audience that mattered for this. She would be slightly embarrassed and on the verge of getting misty eyed by his efforts, but above all she would smile so brightly as Armin took her in his arms and embraced her before giving her a kiss full of determination.

The Girl That I’d Kinda Be Into

Chapter Two of The Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into

Summary: Izuku’s answer.

AO3

FFN

so i’m posting this in honor of my son, Midoriya Izuku’s, birthday today. happy birthday kid, i’m sO PROUD OF YOU YOU’RE GROWING SO MUCH AND SO FAST AAAAA YOU HAVE SO MANY FRIENDS AND YOU’RE SO STRONG AND WONDERFUL AND HEROIC AND I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH-

ahem. sorry.

now! onwards to the fic!

Honestly, you’d think something like this would go away after so long. Like- it’s been two years now, Heart, maybe you wanna stop making it so hard to talk to Uraraka and train with Uraraka and just generally be around Uraraka.

The entire thing was just- frustrating to say the least, because even if Izuku wanted, he doesn’t even think he’d be able to bring himself to tell her. She’s just so focused on her goal of giving her family the comfortable life they deserve that he doesn’t even think she’d have time for him. Izuku doesn’t want to distract her from that. It wouldn’t be fair to her.

And besides, he has his own goals too. He’s determined and ready to complete them to the full of his ability. And sure, maybe he imagines her next to him whenever he thinks about the finish line, and maybe he wants her to be there every step of the way, but that doesn’t mean he has any right to just jut in on her own plans.

Izuku is perfectly content with letting his feelings just. Sit there. Yeah.

He held in a sigh as he laid his head down on the textbook in front of him. Emotions just. Suck, sometimes. Occasionally he just wants to lie down and forget they even exist because they can make focusing so hard. In the time of thinking about it and her, he’s tried to read the same English passage five times over. He still doesn’t know what it says. Glancing down, he moves his head and reads silently, “But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.”

Izuku slams the book shut, leaning so far back in his chair that he almost topples backward. Ha, never mind, done with English today, he doesn’t need that in his life right now. He slides the book to the side and grabs his mathematics textbook instead. Maybe going over formulas will take his mind off of- hey is that Uraraka? Izuku deadpans to himself about how utterly helpless he is before turning to the approaching girl. She looks incredibly determined for a third-year student in the last few days of school, and Izuku feels his heart squeeze with adoration. I can’t even spare her a glance without acting up. Trying to play off the absurd thought, Izuku says cooly, “Hey Uraraka. What’s up?” She immediately deflates, turns red, and Izuku hopes vaguely that she isn’t overheating.

Her voice fills the nearly silent area and turns the heads of their classmates, “NothingheycanItalktoyouforliketwoseconds?” It takes Izuku a few moments to comprehend what she was saying. When he finally puzzles out that she wanted to talk to him, he nods and sets the textbook down. What could she want to talk about? Nothing’s wrong, right? Izuku tries to think of everything he could’ve possibly done to offend her and comes up with nothing. Unless she finds something I did mean and I don’t, these misunderstandings happen all the time; oh God what if she found out that I borrowed that one fiction book from her for a day longer than I said I would or, or maybe she remembered some offhanded comment I said about her and-and just took it the wrong way oh no oh no oh no.

She leads him outside, just a ways away from the door.

He took in a quick breath and let it out before asking her what she wanted to talk about. He hoped his anxiety wasn’t too obvious. She stumbled over her words for a few moments, seeming to not really know how to say what she wanted, before calming herself down. While she did this, Izuku forced himself to relax as well. It probably isn’t as bad as he thinks it is. Maybe it isn’t Uraraka saying that she’s realized her mistake in befriending and never wants to see Izuku again ever. Maybe nothing’s wrong at all. After all, taking in the nearly-setting sun and the cherry blossoms blowing across the courtyard, what this scene really looks like is not a breaking of a friendship but a love… confession…

The thought makes this little pin prick of hope drip into his heart before he brushes the thought away. No, it can’t be. It’s impossible. There’s no way she’s going to c… confess to you or whatever. This is just your pining talking.

“So. Um. I just need. Some. Ad…vice… yes… Advice! Yeah!”

Izuku slouches before he can stop himself and berates himself on even thinking that she could be confessing. “Oh, okay. What about?” He hopes he doesn’t sound disappointed.

“Uh. I mean. Um,” she starts out before coughing into her fist. “So, uh, say there’s this guy that you’ve kinda known for a while.” Izuku’s heart flies into his throat and there’s this fluttery feeling in his chest. “You, uh, see him all the time and you. Talk. A lot with him every day.” Uraraka fidgets, going from leaning her weight from one foot to the other and glancing everywhere but at Izuku. Izuku can feel his heart beating against his rib cage. Oh please let it be so. “And like, you’re kinda. Used to thinking about him a certain way and then suddenly it’s like ‘boom!’,” she mimics an explosion with her hands and bounces a bit, and the heart that is still in Izuku’s throat squeezes tight, “everything’s different and he went from a guy that you’d never be into, into a guy that you’d… kinda… be into…” She trailed off, looking down at her bare feet again. “I guess. Um. I guess what I’m asking is, uh, is… he worth it?”

Izuku felt like his heart was going to give out. There’s only been a few other times he’s felt like this, the first being when All Might first told him he could be a hero. Except this time he didn’t feel like crying. He felt like singing, dancing, jumping off the walls. God if only it could be him. Please let it be him she’s talking about.

After another beat of silence, Izuku realizes he still hasn’t responded and quickly forms a response. “Um, haha, uh? M-Maybe? I guess it depends on if, uh. You’re certain? About what you feel? Also, that, um, you know you’d be able to make it work, since, y’know, you’re gonna be a great hero and all.” He just wants her to be happy and if going after this mystery person—God please let it be him—then he’ll encourage her to do it, no matter what.

Uraraka agreed and thanked him. Then they’re left in silence.

Okay, okay, calm down, think a bit. It’s possible she isn’t talking about you. She could be talking about Tenya, o-or Kacchan, o-or, uh… Sh… Shouto? Nah, they’re not that close, but still. Hell, it might even be Tsuyu! Girls can like other girls! She might be using ‘guy’ as a barrier just in case I freak out about… that! So it might not be you. It’s um. Possible, but not like. Y’know. Certain. Izuku took another breath.

“Um. Wh-Who is this, uh, guy that you like? If you don’t mind me asking.” Uraraka looked like she might’ve thrown up and Izuku immediately regretted asking her. Why would she want to share that information? Sure, she came to him for advice, but something like this is private, even for your best friend.

Uraraka hesitatingly stammers out that that is certainly a good question, and Izuku winces. Yeah, of course she doesn’t wanna say, what were you thinking Izuku? He waved his hands in front of him to tell her that it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t any of his business anyway, and he let her know as such.

Still, she insisted that it was alright to tell him, just that she was surprised. Izuku seriously doubts that and he mentally hits himself for pushing. This is her own private matter. Sure, you’re her friend and will be there for her always, but that doesn’t mean she has to spill every single little detail about her life to you! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Uraraka took a breath, “The… guy that I’d kinda be into…” She trailed off and looked contemplative, like she was debating whether or not she should really say. You don’t have to.

Despite his thoughts, Izuku said slowly, “The… guy that you’d kinda be into…”

Uraraka smiled and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, the guy that I’d kinda be into… is…” She let in and out a breath, then looked at him. “You.”

And there it was. He had barely allowed himself to hope even if he insisted that it was impossible. She had said that she had known this guy for so long- that could be anyone in their class- hell, it could be anyone in general! Some dude she knew from middle school or-or maybe a next door neighbor or something. But it was him. She was talking about him. Midoriya Izuku. Not Tenya, or Kacchan, or Tsuyu, or anyone else. Him. It left him speechless, because that’s what happens when the girl you’ve been pining after since she suckerpunched some thug three times her size in the beginning of your second year confesses to being kinda into you. And it felt great. Izuku doesn’t remember ever feeling this light and airy. He felt invincible.

“M-Me?” he stammers out. “Like, actually? Y-You were talking about me?” If only he could communicate that.

Uraraka nodded, having turned her bright red face downwards in her embarrassment.

What does he do now? Just tell her he feels the same? Is that how these surprising mutual confessions go?

Before he can get his thoughts together, Uraraka speaks once again, “Y-You don’t have to, like, like me back, or whatever. I just- with us graduating soon and the class splitting up to become Pros, I just… didn’t want to leave these feelings, I dunno, unaddressed? I thought you-you had a right to know and I still want to be friends if you’ll let me.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I totally get it, no,” Izuku said. Come on you idiot, tell her! Just say it! She literally just told you she liked you, there is no way this could possibly go wrong!

“Well, uh, great!” Uraraka responded, her smile looking more like a grimace. “Anyway, that’s all that I wanted to say, so we can go back inside and just, hah, pretend like this never happened.” Her head tilted downward again, her bangs casting shadows over her eyes and she began to march back to the dorms with her hands clenched into fists at her side.

As she passed him, Izuku turned and threw his hand out, grabbing her wrist. “Wait, Uraraka-”

“No seriously,” she cut him off, stopping immediately but not looking at him. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, you don’t have to feel bad or anything.”

“But-”

“I’ve already resigned and consoled myself already so it’s not a big deal-”

“I like you too!”

Uraraka turned around so fast that she blurred for a moment. She stared wide-eyed at Izuku, who was looking at the ground to the left of her. It was so weird to be able to just shout out one of the many secrets Izuku had been keeping. His heart was beating hard against his ribcage once again and even though he knew the feelings were mutual, it still left him buzzing with anxiety over her answer.

“Wh-What?” She responded, utterly at a loss for words. She smiled shakily, her confusion obvious. “What are you saying? … You like me, too? How is that even…?”

Breathing out a laugh, Izuku said, “Yeah, that’s what I felt when you said the same thing.” His eyes flashed between her and the ground next to her and his face took up a red hue that rivaled his favored shoes. Figuring she wasn’t going to run away, Izuku let his hand slide away from her wrist. He brought it up to rub the back of his neck in embarrassment.

They were silent for a spell, Uraraka seemingly needing to process the sudden mutual confession and Izuku just wishing she would say something. It took a soft sniffle to bring Izuku’s eyes up from the ground and he found that the girl had tears dripping from her eyes.

Shocked, he could only sputter out a baffled, “Uraraka?!”

Uraraka quickly wiped at her cheeks and eyes, huffing out a few laughs. “I-I’m sorry, I just- I’ve been keeping these feelings contained for so long and I had just-just assumed they were one-sided and hearing that they aren’t is-is mind-boggling because you’re just so awesome and brave and heroic and cool and cute and just- everything I’ve ever wanted to be. God, I just-” She launched herself at Izuku and wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. “I’ve never been so happy!”

Izuku could only return the hug, reeling from the onslaught of praise and feeling the familiar sting of tears coming to his own eyes. As if he hadn’t had the same thoughts either! And she’s even calling him brave after she had gathered up the courage to confess to him! He could only spit it out because he knew she felt the same!

Izuku clutched her tighter. He felt similarly to the way he did when he realized his feelings after that one fight that he’d recalled earlier. The way he seen that criminal drop unconscious, and then seen her land on her feet, a determined frown on her face as she raced to the next criminal, and then thinking, God, I love her before being swept up in the chaos that is fighting, and only remembering later that night what he had thought. And though he had been embarrassed and couldn’t face her for a good two days, he had felt warm on the inside and he knew that there was nobody else in the world he’d rather be in love with than her.

A sudden burst of affection spread through him at the memory and he pulled away from the hug suddenly, a need to show her how he feels enveloping his very being. With a confused “Deku?” from her, Izuku cupped Uraraka’s face and kissed her.

His heart swelled with endearment for the girl in front of him that it almost hurt. He felt her kiss him back, an arm wrapping around his torso and both hands grabbing at his shirt, and he felt he could sing. He felt like he could topple mountains, level forests, tame seas! Who would have thought the greatest power up in the world was not some quirk or drug, but love.

Even Izuku is disgusted with how sentimental that thought was and swept it away as he pulled away from Uraraka. Their eyes fluttered open at the same time, both dazed and flushed red. Their eyes focused and both of them lent forward until their foreheads touched, letting small giggles escape their lips at how silly the both of them had been the past few years.

“Hey Deku?” Uraraka said after their mirth had died down. “I like you.”

Izuku smiled at her, eyes filled with such adoration that it nearly took her breath away. “Hey Uraraka? I like you, too.”

“God it’s about time!”

The two jumped away from each other at the sudden intrusion and they turned to see that their whole class was at the entrance of their dorms, watching their whole personal scene happening.

“What the-!”

“How long have you guys been standing there!”

Ashido tsked while moving her finger back and forth. “You should know better, Ochako, than to just scream that you want to talk to Midoriya alone and not expect all of us to eavesdrop.”

“Also it’s not like we were being quiet,” Kirishima said. “Ashido and Hagekure were, like, actually screaming. They were louder than Present Mic on a good day.”

“Hehe, yeah, plus how could we not get hyped about this?” Hagekure chimed in. “Like, this whole setting just screams ‘confession’! One of the class’s OTPs was finally getting together! I don’t think I’ve been this excited since Kirishima and Bakugou got together, or when Mineta was finally expelled!”

Everyone seemed to agree with her, with a few exceptions that should be the obvious ones. (Though everyone was, to some degree, happy that Mineta had been removed from the hero course).

“Okay so we finally got them to notice us, let’s go back inside so they can have an actual moment to themselves,” Shinsou said in his usual monotone and waved his hands at the rest of his class in a shooing motion, and while some complained, they all filed back into the common room without much hassle. Shinsou then shot Izuku a neutral-faced thumbs up before following his classmates in.

Izuku and Uraraka deadpanned as their class disappeared behind the doors of the dorms, then chuckled. “We have great friends, don’t we, Deku?” Uraraka said fondly, looking up at him with an actual smile this time.

Izuku nodded. “Yeah. Even if they don’t know the meaning of ‘privacy.’” Uraraka giggled.

After a moment of content silence, she piped up again, “Hey so does this mean we’re dating?”

Izuku startled. “Dating!”

She nodded seriously. “Yeah, I mean, we just said that we liked each other and we kissed and that’s not really something friends do, so…”

“W-Well, I mean, yeah, I guess, i-if you want to…” Izuku progressively got quieter as he spoke. He looked down at his feet, cheeks once again pink with embarrassment.

Uraraka snickered at how cute he was and grasped his hand. “Then it’s official! We’re dating now!” She threw her free hand into the air. “Plus Ultra!”

“I-Is this really a ‘Plus Ultra’ moment?”

“Plus Ultra!” She said again with more conviction, this time with distant cries that came from inside the building.

Izuku huffed out a sigh and laughed, throwing his own free fist into the air and joined his girlfriend and classmates, yelling into the air, “Plus Ultra!!”

Bonus (crack-esque): Eri peered over the couch as the class that had made themselves her family came walking back in, some talking excitedly about how ‘their ship has sailed’ and that ‘there’s only a few more to go’ before the ‘wars can finally end’. Eri pulled on Big Bro Denki’s shirt. “What are they talking about? Ships? Wars? What happened?”

Big Bro Denki laughed. “Ah, it’s just a saying, lil sis. We’re all just pumped that Midoriya and Uraraka finally admitted they liked each other.”

Eri tilted her head in confusion. “But… I thought mama and papa were already together…?”

Big Bro Denki nodded. “Yeah, it seemed like that. Honestly they basically were. But now it’s official. Now they can really be your mom and dad.”

Eri frowned in thought. What did that mean? ‘Really be her mom and dad’? What could that possibly… Eri gasped. “Can I be the flower-girl at their wedding!!” she cried loud enough for the whole class to silence their shipping discourse and turn to the little girl.

A beat passed and they all laughed. Eri’s big sisters and Big Bros Eijirou, Denki, and Hanta all came over and cuddled her and pat her head. “Of course you can, lil sis!” Big Bro Eijirou literally cried. “You’ll be the cutest darn flower-girl there ever was!”

Eri’s eyes lit up like stars and she cheered happily. “The best! The best!”

“I say this causes for officiality!” Big Bro Yuuga exclaimed from his place across the table. “Midoriya and Uraraka’s wedding will be the most extravagant event this school has ever seen!”

“Hel-eeeeeck yeah!” Big Bro Eijirou shouted. He gave a knowing look to his peers. “It’ll go beyond!”

The rest of the class smiled and they all shouted the school motto, “Plus Ultra!!!”

so yes this is a ‘Mineta is expelled and Shinsou takes his place’ au cuz it is The Best au out there. and alSO YES BAKUSHIMA/KIRIBAKU IS CANON HERE. also #3, Eri finding a family in class a is like literally my Shit man, so of course I’d add it here and she is going to be the cUTEST flower girl in the entire damn universe OKAY

anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this thrilling sequel to The Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into and I’ll see you all in the next fic!

Go beyond! Plus Ultra!!!

anonymous asked:

Can I request a warren x reader where she's like super shy and quiet and one day someone's pushing her around and warren just fucking blows and that's how everyone figures out they like each other

Title: Crush

Pairings: Warren Worthington III x Female!reader.

Warnings: fighting, blood.

A/N: Requests are open.

Gifs aren’t mine.

Warren admired her from afar, her head down, bright eyes scanning across the book that was on her lap, her lip tucked behind her teeth. Warren nearly swooned right there, he was in a state of awe - just watching her do mundane things was fascinating to Warren.

He flinched when Scott placed his hand on Warren’s shoulder, Warren quickly averted his eyes from Y/N and onto Scott.

“Warren, you’ve got a bit of… drool on on your chin.” Scott smirked, watching as Warren’s cheeks flared with pink and he scrambled to wipe his chin, only to find nothing there.

“Hilarious. I’m laughing in the inside.” Warren grumbled, returning to his original position but not returning his attention to Y/N.

“I’m sure you are. So who were you admiring? Anyone I know?” Scott queried, raising an eyebrow as his eyes scanned the room.

“No, I wasn’t admiring anyone. I was just day dreaming, this homework is boring is all.” Warren lied. He had never been a good liar.

“Sure you were - daydreaming.” Scott chuckled, shaking his head. He could see straight through his lies.

Warren shoved Scott, rolling his eyes. His eyes flickered over to Y/N who was still the same as she had been before. He let out a sigh before looking down at his own book and pretending to read what it said.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see Scott slapping his hand onto Warren’s shoulder, the corner of her lips twinges up into a small smile. She returns her focus to her book, allowing herself to get absorbed into the fictional world that is being presented to her by words.

Y/N was often in a state like this, wandering around lost in her own little world or in the world in her books. She was devoid of any friends and she internally yearned and craved some kind of friendship, but she couldn’t bring herself to take the leap. What if they didn’t like her? What if they found her annoying? These negative thoughts never failed to leave her alone, so she stuck to remaining by herself.

Y/N stood up as the bell rung, a chorus of groans emitted from the students surrounding her. Y/N began to shuffle her book into her bag before placing it on her back. She waited momentarily for the rest of the students to file out of the library before following, making sure to keep a safe distance.

Warren’s eyes trailed after her as he put his book back on the shelf, he glanced at Scott and they headed to the Danger Room. Scott skidded to a halt chasing Warren to frown.

“Looks like there’s a fight.” Scott pointed out, Warren following his eyes to see a small gathering of people. “Wonder who’s fighting…”

Warren’s frown grew when he heard a small sob come from the centre of the crowd, followed by a roar of laughter.

Warren and Scott joined the crowd, trying to see what was going on.

“What’s going on here?” Scott asked, his voice booming.

The crowd dispersed revealing a girl, tears streaming down her face. Blood trickled from the cut above her left eyebrow and her lower lip and cheek already starting to bruise.

Originally posted by strawberryloserr

She looked dead at the person who had done it to her and with a swish of her wrist, the person was flying across the hallway and into lockers.

Warren stood in shock, eyes wide. His fist clenching and twitching against his side as he registered who the girl was - Y/N. His heart sunk further into his chest as he noticed her eyes casting downwards, ashamed of herself and her outburst.

Warren noticed how her eyes shone black like something you’d see in a horror movie. He couldn’t control himself, he was shaking with rage. His eyes focused on the guy who Y/N had thrown across the room, his eyes glaring at her.

“You really are a freak.” The boy taunted, making more tears fall from Y/N’s eyes.

That was it, Warren could feel himself burning. Scott sensed the anger radiating off Warren, his eyebrows knitting together.

“Calm down, Warren.” Scott advised.


But it was no use, warren growled and marched over to the guy scrambling to his feet. Warren grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the lockers. Warren raised his fist and delivered a harsh blow to the boy’s jaw, a loud crunch rippled through the air. But that didn’t satisfy Warren as he delivered punch after punch.

“Touch her again and I will not hesitate to kill you. Actually, don’t even look in her direction.”

Warren heaved, blood spraying from the boy’s nose, warren stepped back and the boy crumbled to the floor, sobbing pathetically. Warren went to pull him up again, but Scott grabbed his hand.

“Warren, stop.” Scott warned.

Warren’s ears ringing. He was still raging. He took a long and deep breath. He blinked and glanced over his shoulder, seeing that the teachers and school nurses were rushing towards them. Y/N was curled up, legs pressed against her chest.

The nurse sunk down beside her, asking Y/N question after question, but Y/N was too shaken to reply.

Professor X was quick to acknowledge this and came over to her.

“Come on, Y/N, we’ve got to take you to the nurse’s office. Come on, stand up.” He smiled, making Y/N listen. She shakily got to her feet. She looked at Warren, sending a faint but grateful smile.

She was guided to the nurse’s office by the nurse. Her eyes not leaving Warren’s until they rounded the corner.

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“You got a detention for beating the shit out of someone? You must’ve really liked that girl.” Peter laughed, leaning back next to Kurt on the plush summer grass.

“Mhm.” Warren nodded, looking around for Y/N. He hadn’t seen her since the fight which was almost a week ago.

“You should’ve seen him, he went awol.” Scott smirked.

Y/N tugged her sleeves down to cover her shaky hands as she approached Warren and his friends. She smiled gently when the group looked up at her.

“Erm - could I talk to you, privately, Warren?” Y/N asked.

Warren cautiously nodded, not trusting his voice. He scrambled to his feet and followed Y/N into the mansion.

“Erm, I-I’d like to say thank you for doing what you did. If you and your - erm - friend hadn’t interrupted I would’ve got off with worse than just a few cuts.” She nibbled on her lower lip, stopping when Warren nodded and leaned against the wall.

“It’s alright. I wasn’t going to let him continue to beat up a girl.” Warren smiled.

Y/N plucked up all her courage and leant on her tip toes, placing a gentle kiss on Warren’s cheek. His cheeks flared with colour and he bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling like an idiot. Y/N retracted from him and took a step back.

“I shouldn’t have done that.” Y/N giggled, her own cheeks warming up.

Warren shook his head, taking a step towards her. He learnt down slightly, his nose brushing against hers. Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Can I kiss you?” Warren asked, a cheeky smile playing in his lips as he watched as Y/N’s cheeks heated up even more.

“Mhm.” Y/N consented.

That was all warren needed, he pressed his lips against hers, smiling like an idiot. Y/N’s hands trailed up his waist and onto his bicep, squeezing slightly. Warren’s fingers brushed against her hips, causing more butterflies to swarm in her stomach, he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her closer, their chests pressed against one another as they continued to feverishly kiss.

Y/N reluctantly pulled back, eyes fluttering open. Warren however didn’t open his eyes and pulled her back into another bruising and breathless kiss. She sighed against his lips, smiling.

“I hear you have a crush on me.”

“I guess you could say that.” Warren murmured against her soft lips.

Originally posted by cedrcdiggory

Hurdles

This was originally supposed to be for Edwin week, but since I’m so late, I guess it’ll be on its own. (The prompt is “Letter”) Thank you so much to my fellow papi lover @capthawkeye for helping beta and edit this with me !!! (Especially with adding to the kiss scene) :D Also, credit goes to @fullmetallizard for one of the names in here, since I couldn’t seem to come up with one.

(SORRY FOR THE ANGST)

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She found him on the couch with his head in his hands. His new jacket was draped over the armrest and a hastily ripped envelope lay at his side.

“Ed?” Winry asked. “What’s wrong?” He only shook his head, burying it deeper into his arms.

“You know you’re going to have to tell me eventually. Am I just going to have to read this myself?” Winry reached out to snatch the envelope before her arm was seized midair in his grasp.

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Summary: You are hired as a makeup artist for BigHit working with BTS. You are older than all of them, yet, despite your best efforts, you find yourself slowing falling in love with the youngest member.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader, Jungkook X Noona

Genre: Angst, Fluff and Smut

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27(final)

Chapter 9 - Heartbreak

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Word Count: 2275 (of 72622)

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