no matter the trouble that you meet

February Horoscopes

ARIES: Take a nice, firm grab of the dial that controls your aggressiveness and crank it way down. You can relax a little bit and still be able to defend yourself (this of course does not apply if someone crosses the line, then you have every right to be as aggressive as you’d like (however maybe the line needs to be redrawn because you have a tendency to get upset over very small things)). Don’t forget to breathe every once in a while. Things can work themselves out without you getting worked up.

TAURUS: Remember that not everyone is out to get you, Taurus. Yes, there are people in this world with bad intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can just push someone away because you’re suspicious of them. Talk to those individuals. Don’t jump to conclusions and assume that they aren’t good people; you might lose someone who really only ever wanted what was best for you.

GEMINI: Time to take a pair of metaphorical scissors and snip the negativity out of your life! If you know someone is dragging you down rather than supporting you and building you up, say sayonara!

CANCER: You know that thing that you want to do but you might be too afraid to do? Do it. All experiences, good or bad, are still experiences. Take a risk every now and then! Ask that person out! Put your application in! You can do it.

LEO: Try looking at things a new way this month, Leo. You might be in the midst of a problem or you might be trying to reach a goal you’ve set, and things are just not working out no matter how hard you try. Take a step back and try a new route. Do something different if what you’re doing right now isn’t making you successful.

VIRGO: You may not be meeting all of your own expectations right now, and that’s okay. This month focus on persisting through your troubles. Keep your chin up, Virgo. Good things are on their way.

LIBRA: Libra, you sort of have a tendency to be very good at picking out problems and flaws, and then doing nothing about them. Take a stand and start fixing things that you don’t like, whether it be with the world or within yourself. Email your senator. Attend a march. Donate money. Accept criticism. You can literally do anything that you think you can do.

SCORPIO: This month remember that not all relationships that you create have to be romantic. Creating a bond or a connection with another individual does not mean that by default that you have to be in love with that person. Cherish your friends and don’t focus on romance at the moment. 

SAGITTARIUS: Embrace your emotions this month. If you need to cry, then cry. If you need to scream, then scream. If you need someone to talk to, then find someone you can trust. Do not ever be ashamed of the way you feel.

CAPRICORN: Decisiveness is key. You may find yourself unable to choose between this and that, but you have to learn to make tough decisions, especially under pressure. Don’t let a decision keep you up at night. Do what you feel is right and good is bound to come of it.

AQUARIUS: Seek out some counsel this February. There are plenty of people in your circle willing to listen to you, you just have to speak. Focus on your needs instead of everyone else’s. You are a wonderful listener, and now it’s your turn to be listened to.

PISCES: Break out of your shell a little bit this month. You don’t have to do anything insanely drastic, but maybe inviting someone new over for a movie, or simply messaging someone you’ve never talked to before to get to know them. You have a very intriguing air about you, Pisces, and whether you believe it or not people do want to be your friend.

for science

pairing: reader x jimin

rating: m

◦ word count: 7.7k

m a s t e r l i s t

Originally posted by parkjmzl

Absurd. Absolutely fucking absurd. It was 2am during finals week and the cafe was out of coffee? You had some colorful words for the person responsible. Dragging yourself up the stairs with sleep-ridden eyelids, you muttered curses under your quickened breath. You clenched and unclenched your fist. It was safe to say that your fifth espresso shot had officially just worn off. Despite the troubling rate of heartbeat and the fact that your hand was shaking all on its own, the subtle pounding of a migraine lingered between your temples in demand for something to keep it awake.

There was still a menacing stack of papers left to grade. If something could pull you away from it all, you would have been thankful. It was almost nauseating, actually, how much work you had yet to complete. Who the hell said grad school was a good idea? The urge to scream rippled in the back of your throat, tempting you to let everything out and just empty yourself into time and space.

It did you no better to return to the study room –the very cramped one that you had booked privately for the entire day– to find a regretfully familiar face emptying his bag across from your belongings. “What do you think you’re doing?” You felt lightweight as the angry jitters travelled through your body. The heavy door slammed shut behind you. It sent a deafening sound cracking through the library.

Keep reading

Can We Still Be Alone? (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This was inspired by two songs Windswept by Crywolf and Daning On My Own By Robyn (the Hunter Plake and Jack Cassidy version). When I heard them the ideas just started flowing. This is very different from anything I have written. I had @minhosmeanhoe on my mind as I wrote this. Not for any particular reason, she’s just my actual soulmate so I’m dedicating this to her. I really hope you guys like this (: Also, I’m pretty sure I proofread this! (Pretty sure)

Paring: StilesxReader

Warnings: Smut 

Word Count: 4988

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

Keep reading

Imagine you tried to rob a wizard's tower

The cold stone walls close in on you. There’s fresh, clean straw under you and an empty bucket in one corner. A torch burns resolutely in the hallway. You knew this was a stupid idea. One of the boys in your village convinced you that the wizard is a fraud, that his potions are sugar water and his magical talismans are useless bits of junk. The boy dared you to sneak into the wizard’s tower, steal something, and bring it back. You agreed, but mostly to shut him up. You’re not afraid of the wizard or his alleged power. There’s no such thing as magic, after all.

The wizard’s tower was just outside of the village, at the edge of the forest. If it had any kind of guards or defenders, you’d never seen them. You snuck in through a crack in the wall and looked through shelves of bones and crystals and things you couldn’t even identify, searching for something small enough to slip into your pocket. You were startled by a noise behind you, and even more startled when you turned to look at the source. A little humanlike figure, about the size of a pigeon, sat perched on a shelf and grinned at you. It spread out its batlike wings and said something in a language you’d never heard, a few syllables that echoed strangely in the small room. Everything went black, and when you woke up, you were in a cell.

So here you are, imprisoned. There’s a man looking at you through the barred door. He’s a short and slight, with a neatly trimmed beard. You’ve seen him before, hawking the wizard’s wares in the village market, all smiles and lofty promises as he peddled healing potions and fertility charms. He is not smiling now.

“Why did you invade my tower?” he asks. “Go on, let’s hear it.”

You’ve always assumed that he was actually the wizard’s assistant, or just a hireling. He looks nothing like you’ve always pictured wizards. He’s wearing a look of extreme annoyance and the kind of tunic and trousers that wouldn’t look out of place on the village innkeeper. You don’t know what you expected. Elaborate robes and a long gray beard. For some unknowable reason, you’re unwise enough to say so.

“The robes are only for ceremonial use,” he says. “They are dreadfully uncomfortable. I can’t be bothered to wear them all the time. You break into my home, and now you expect me to walk around draped in all that nonsense just to meet your expectations?”

Lost for words, you can only shake your head.

“And what about you?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Why are you here? I warn you, I won’t take pity on you no matter how heartrending your story is. Your mother’s dying from some horrible disease the healers have never seen before? Is it your sister? Are your crops failing? I rather liked the thief who said he needed a lucky charm so he could win enough gold to pay off his gambling debts. I can imagine how he got into trouble in the first place.”

“A boy in the village dared me,” you admit, and your voice comes out as little more than a whisper. It sounds pathetic even to you. Your heart is pounding and if you weren’t still on the ground, you’d probably collapse anyway. “I only said yes so he’d shut up. I didn’t even take anything. I swear, I’ll never come here again-” You trail off as the words die in your throat.

The wizard closes his eyes and sighs deeply. “Those charms I sell in the market? Those are mere trinkets,” he says. “Little things to keep the villagers happy. You have no idea what I can really do. If you ran off with something really dangerous, you could unleash horrors you can’t even imagine. I mean hellfire raining from the skies, cattle transforming into ravenous beasts. And that would be the least of it. You could end the world.”

“I’m sorry,” you try to say, but it just comes out as a squeaking noise.

He’s still glaring at you, but something in his expression actually seems to soften a little. “Still, you’re honest,” he says. “That’s a rare trait.”

“Are you going to let me go?” you ask.

The little winged creature is sitting on his shoulder. It chitters at you and draws one slender finger across its throat.

The wizard smiles coldly. “Eventually,” he says. “I can’t let intruders just run off on their merry way. You might decide to pay me a return visit. Or tell someone that I’m soft on thievery.” He pulls a bottle out of his pocket and holds it up to the bars. It’s clear glass, with a cork trapping some clear reddish liquid inside. “Here’s the deal. Drink this, endure what’s going to happen to you, and then you can go. Don’t drink it, and you’ll stay locked in this cell forever or until I find another use for you and all those delightful organs of yours. You would not believe what you can do with a human spleen.”

You hesitate. “Endure” is a very scary word, considering your current situation. But he did promise to let you go, and whatever that potion does can’t be worse than staying locked up forever. At least, you hope not.

The potion bottle clinks against cold iron as you pull it through the bars.. It’s heavier than it looks. “What is it?” you ask, studying the contents. “What’s going to happen to me if I drink this?”

“And ruin the surprise? It will hurt,” he says. “It won’t kill you. If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn’t have bothered with the cell or dangling the thought of freedom out in front of you. I’m not that sadistic. Well, I am. But only sometimes.”

It’s still not very reassuring, but what he’s saying makes sense. He hasn’t hurt you so far, besides locking you up. And to be honest, taking his offer is the best option you have available. “Okay,” you say. “I’ll drink it. And then do you swear by the Light that you’ll let me go?”

The wizard is quiet for a moment. “The Light and I are not on particularly good terms,” he says. “But if it puts you more at ease, I swear by the Light that I’ll release you alive and unharmed.”

Somehow, it doesn’t put you at ease at all. But you believe him.

You try to open the potion bottle. The cork’s wedged in tightly and your hands are shaking too hard to pull it out. The little winged creature flutters off the wizard’s shoulder, flies right through the door, and lands beside you. Its agile fingers work the cork out easily, and the creature holds the bottle out to you expectantly. The potion smells like herbs and something you can’t quite identify.

“My familiar will have to stay here to keep you company,” says the wizard. “I can see through its eyes, and it is rather stronger than it appears. I’d advise against trying anything. Now, drink that so I can get back to work.”

Closing your eyes, you swallow the bottle’s contents. It tastes overly sweet and your throat tingles afterwards. You’re tingling all over, actually, and you can feel something shifting deep inside of you. There’s a twinge of pain deep in your belly. “What did I just drink?” you ask, trying to fight off a feeling of impending doom. “What’s happening to me?”

The wizard’s already setting off down the hallway. “You’ll see,” is all he says.


The familiar can’t seem to sit still. It paces up and down the length of your cell, occasionally flying out through the walls and back again. Whenever you try the walls they’re solid rock; the familiar must be able to pass through them magically. Once, you get up to try the door but the familiar just chitters at you menacingly. You sit back down and try to ignore the growing ache in your belly.

It started out as a mild annoyance, so slight you thought you were imagining it. Now it feels like someone’s punched you in the belly; not hard, but it hurts enough to be distracting. It feels like hours have passed but aside from the stomachache, nothing else seems to be happening to you. Maybe the potion really was sugar water after all. Or maybe it just didn’t work. You hope it didn’t work. Then the wizard’ll have to let you go just like he promised, right?

Your clothes are getting tighter around your middle. That’s odd. As you reach down to put a hand on your stomach, an icy rush of panic fills you. Your belly’s growing. It’s slow at first, but it soon starts growing faster. Eventually you have to strip out of your clothes just to make room for your new bulk. Once, a woman in the village gave birth to twins, and you’re bigger now than she ever was. You sit with your back against the cold stone wall and watch as you grow bigger and bigger, pinned beneath your own growing belly. Whatever’s inside you, it’s so heavy that you’re not sure you could stand up if you tried to. You run your hands over your belly, oddly fascinated by the feeling of it under your fingers. Your curiosity almost overcomes the fear.

Something slick is running out of you and down your legs to pool in the straw bedding. You wonder what’s inside you, and if it’s close to being born. Some kind of creature? You’ve heard that pregnant women can feel their babies moving, but you don’t feel anything besides a steadily growing weight. So maybe it’s not a creature.

That’s almost comforting. You’ve been imagining all kinds of horrible scenarios. Now you don’t need to worry that there’s some sort of demon beast about to claw its way out of you. Well, you weren’t worried about that before. You’re a little worried now.

All at once you feel a rush of fluid and some immense weight slipping into your passage. All your other thoughts vanish. There’s something inside you and you need to get it out, that’s all you know. You push, but you feel like the thing inside you is barely moving at all. You whimper in pain as you push harder, and you think you can feel it just barely inching its way down your passage.

You can feel your skin bulge outwards as the thing moves downwards one agonizing push at a time. The wizard said it would hurt, but this is so much worse than you feared. You feel tears streaming down your face as you try to force the thing out. You can feel it straining for release at your entrance. It’s barely half out and it’s already stretching you impossibly wide. By the Light, it feels like you’re going to split open. But you don’t, and you watch dumbfounded as an egg slides out of you.

An egg. You’re being held prisoner by a sadistic wizard, and he’s forcing you to lay eggs. It would be almost funny if you weren’t in so much pain right now. You let out a groan as another one enters your passage, begging you to squeeze it out. Again, you start to push, and again, you feel like the egg is barely moving at all. You scream, but it dissolves into helpless sobbing.

This is impossible. That first egg felt bigger than anything you could possibly squeeze out, and who knows how many more you have inside you? The wizard said he’d release you “eventually”. What does that even mean? How long does he expect to keep you here? Hours? Days? Weeks?

The familiar picks up your egg and flies out of the cell with it, apparently having no trouble carrying an object bigger than itself. You wonder where they’re going, what the wizard intends for these eggs. But then you need to push again and the effort drives everything else out of your mind.

The second doesn’t come much easier, but after another exhausting ordeal an egg drops out of you and onto the straw below. And, again, the familiar scoops it up and flies off with it to who knows where. You feel a third egg enter your passage. Then a fourth, a fifth. You’re losing count. All you can do is keep laying eggs and pray that there’s an end in sight.

They start coming faster and faster. After you birth each egg you barely have time to catch your breath before the next one starts working its way out. You barely noticed it through the haze of pain but now you realize that your belly hasn’t been shrinking. In fact, it’s growing. New eggs are forming inside you faster than you can push them out.

A horrible thought occurs to you.

“When I lay them all, that’s it?” you ask the familiar, between gasps. “He’ll let me go?”

The familiar nods excitedly.

“But-” You thought you were out of tears but now you can feel more welling up. You just keep growing more. You’ve been tricked. The wizard lied. He’s never going to let you go. You’ll just stay here in this cell forever, spewing out eggs until you die, wondering when the tide will finally stop. Your throat’s already hoarse, but you scream as another egg starts to slide down your passage.


You cry in relief when you notice that your belly is finally shrinking. By the end, the eggs just slide out of you with no resistance; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. Your hole is stretched beyond recognition and every part of you hurts. You lie there in the straw, too spent to move. “Please, let it be over,” you whisper. You’ll never steal anything ever again. You’ll go to the Chapel of the Light every Sun’s Day and pray for forgiveness. You’ll kill the bastard who dared you to come here in the first place.

The wizard steps into view in the hallway as his familiar carries the last egg away. “Normally I give my guests a second or third dose of the ovigenesis potion,” he says, by way of greeting. “But, well, you were honest with me. If you like, you can have this instead.”

The potion in his hands now is one you recognize. It’s one of the milky-pink healing potions he sells in the marketplace. He offers it to you and you drink it down without an argument. It takes effect almost instantly. Your pain fades and you can feel your poor, abused muscles repairing themselves. In a few minutes you feel almost as good as new. Almost.

You were too exhausted to realize that you’re still naked. Naked in front of a strange man who has you locked in a cell. Reflexively, you cover yourself.

The wizard chuckles a little. “I can see through my familiar’s eyes, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer and I have no prurient interest in your body. To me, you’re just a source of raw materials.”

You really don’t like the way he says that. Your hands stay where they are and you look over at your discarded clothing. Your discarded, wet clothing. Ugh.

“I can clean the…assorted fluids out of your clothes. You know, with magic.” He mutters something and waves his hands. The familiar neatly folds your clothes and lays them on a dry patch of straw. “There we go. Do you have any other pressing needs? A glass of water, perhaps?”

You answer no. Actually, you’d love a cold drink of water right now but besides the healing potion, you’re not sure you’d feel safe drinking anything he might offer you.

The wizard shrugs. “As I promised, you’re alive and unharmed. Mostly unharmed, at least. My healing potion will take care of that. I’m sure you can feel it working already. When you’ve recovered, you can leave.” He turns and walks off into the darkened hallways.

Strength returns to your body and your poor, abused hole even starts to close up. When you feel confident that you can stand without falling over, you dress yourself and follow the chittering familiar out through the wizard’s dungeons. You head out through the tower’s front doors and into the night. Outside, the breeze smells sweeter than the finest perfume. You stagger home and collapse into your bed, sleeping soundly until well into the afternoon.


You never go near the tower again. The village boy shows up at your house the next day and asks what happened. You’re tempted to punch him, but you don’t have the strength. Instead, you tell him to fuck off as viciously as you can manage. He doesn’t bother you again.

But it doesn’t quite end there. You try to avoid the wizard’s stall on market days but somehow he’s always right in your path, and he always greets you with a wide smile and a cheerful “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer!” Sometimes, he tries to offer you a very familiar red potion. Your heart stops when you see it, but then he gives you a wink and slips the bottle back into some hidden pocket.

Lately he’s been selling “dragon’s egg” potions and carved amulets. Whenever you see them set out and glinting in the sunlight, you ache somewhere deep inside. You’re sure those eggs didn’t come out of any dragon, but you can never work up the nerve to ask.

You develop a profound sense of appreciation for chickens and egg-laying creatures of all kinds. You can never look at an omelette the same way again.

And it turns out that the potion never truly wore off. Once every few months, you’re awakened in the middle of the night by a sharp pain in your abdomen. The wizard’s familiar swoops in as you push a giant egg out of yourself, cackling to itself as it watches you strain. Laying the egg is always worse than you remember; every push feels useless, like the egg’s trying to cling to your insides out of sheer spite. Eventually it crowns and then slides out, leaving a void where your insides were stretched around it.

Every time, you wonder if this egg will really be the last one. Every time, you ask the familiar to tell the wizard you’re sorry, you never meant any harm, and can he fix what the potion did to you?

The familiar just grins at you and flies off into the night, holding your newborn egg in its arms.

(Hi! I’m deepoceanblue and when I sat down at my computer, this happened. Thanks for reading <3)

i find it so remarkable how even uses movie references and how much those movie references tells us about him and his past.

even used to have a crush on mikael, a crush that was totally one sided. a crush that made him look at his love for boys as a romeo + juliet reference, how his love wasn’t allowed and that one of the two had to die. because in his mind that was the only possible outcome, how he thought it was meant to be. his love for mikael was a romeo + juliet reference.

then even meets isak who in the beginning seems to follow the same path and even once again thinks that his love for boys will be like one big romeo + juliet reference, but then something changes and even realises that it maybe doesn’t have to be like that. how you can work through troubles no matter what your differences are. if you are willing to fight for it then you are able to go through it, together.

with isak it’s no longer a romeo + juliet reference, it’s a pretty woman reference. a movie in which the two main characters get happily together in the end, because that is what he sees with isak. he sees a happy ending.

February Horoscopes

ARIES: Take a nice, firm grab of the dial that controls your aggressiveness and crank it way down. You can relax a little bit and still be able to defend yourself (this of course does not apply if someone crosses the line, then you have every right to be as aggressive as you’d like (however maybe the line needs to be redrawn because you have a tendency to get upset over very small things)). Don’t forget to breathe every once in a while. Things can work themselves out without you getting worked up.

TAURUS: Remember that not everyone is out to get you, Taurus. Yes, there are people in this world with bad intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can just push someone away because you’re suspicious of them. Talk to those individuals. Don’t jump to conclusions and assume that they aren’t good people; you might lose someone who really only ever wanted what was best for you.

Keep reading

Size!Kink Masterlist

A Bit Much - analester

Summary: Dan has a size kink and it’s his first time.

A Massage Fit for a Size Queen - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: It was a not so typical Wednesday afternoon for the considerably popular pornstar Dan Howell.  Dan was on his way to the studio to film, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but today was going to be different.

Big Mistake - analester

Summary: Phil gets Viagra for his birthday as a joke but accidentally takes it as vitamins.

Dim Rooms & Daddy Kinks - babyboy-dan

Summary: punkdaddy!phil owns a guitar shop, pastel!dan asks for lessons but he can’t keep his eyes off Phil the whole time and has trouble focusing, and then they end up doing the do in Phil’s lesson room.

Every Inch - chocolatesaucelester

Summary: Having sex with Phil for the first time comes with pleasant surprises.

I’m Lucky - venuslester

Summary: Dan has a size kink and he’s about to have sex with Phil for the first time.

I Want You So Bad I Can’t Breathe - definitelythor

Summary: Before meeting in person, Dan and Phil talk on skype almost daily. One evening they do more than just talk…

Size Matters - danalingphil

Summary: Based in 2009, the week they spent together. The first time Dan and Phil do anything sexual, and Dan has a size!kink that Phil definitely exceeds.


Summary: Pornstar!Dan has a BIG day at work.

part two of my model!vagabond headcanons bc guess who’s still in love with this concept? (hint: it’s me)

  • ryan, who has an extensive skin care routine - bathroom counters littered with cleansers and serums, everything from designer moisturizers flaked with gold to thousand-dollar face creams imported from asia. literally just a massive collection of bottles and jars, black and red fingerprints smeared across their french labels. plus tons of face masks that gavin and jack love to ransack whenever ryan’s out finishing a job. you think his pre-heist routine takes a long time? just wait til he has to take all that war paint off. ryan, who disappears into his bathroom after a job, emerging hours later with baby soft skin and towels stained with someone else’s blood. 
  • ryan, whose manager barely batted an eyelash when ryan told her his day job, but throws a righteous hissy fit every time ryan gets injured during a heist because goddammit ryan you have a shoot tomorrow it’s gonna take thirty minutes to cover that black eye are you fucking kidding me. who gets ryan designer clothes with *ahem* additional modifications - hidden pockets big enough for pistols, shoes with knives concealed inside the sole. who sends him a custom mask made of titanium because you have new york fashion week coming up and i can’t afford you being a dumbass right now. who screams bloody murder at ryan over the phone, voice louder than the police sirens chasing him around town.
  • “is that blood on your boots??” “what the- how did you-?” there’s a news helicopter following the chase, i’m looking at your fucking boots on channel twelve, ryan those are from the new saint laurent collection are you serio- IS THAT A HOLE IN YOUR NEW JACKET RYAN I’M GONNA KILL YOU MYSELF”
  •  (the night before their biggest score of the year, geoff gets a call on his private line.)
  • i don’t care who you’re robbing, but he has a fitting in paris at 6pm.”
  • (the heist gets rescheduled for next week. the crew gets a set of new tom ford suits for their troubles.) 
  • ryan, who meets meg at a photoshoot down in los angeles. who sees the glint of danger in her eyes when she laughs, sees the way her fingers flex around the prop gun she’s holding and just knows. dollface is almost as elusive as the vagabond, but there’s no denying it’s her - no matter what shade of the rainbow she dyes her hair.
  • (meg claims she’s retired, but ryan brings her to los santos anyway and gavin becomes absolutely smitten)
  •  ryan, do you think she likes me, ryan?” “…i don’t know?” “ask her for me.” “you go ask her!” “ssjdkflg WOT no that’s mental i can’t do that!  you’re her best friend, she’ll tell you if you ask,  please please please please ryaaaaan”
  • (ryan agrees on the condition that gavin will stop singing the america’s next top model theme song every time he walks into a room)

part one here

Trapped (Part 1)

Genre: Angst, Smut, University!AU

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Jungkook (Ft. Members of Got7)

Requested: No

Word Count: 2,981

Summary: No matter how bad he hurt you, you always went back to him.

Author’s Note: This was an idea I had come up with a few weeks ago but hadn’t been able to publish bc I got stuck on a certain part for a VERY long time ;-; Also Jungkook isn’t in this part but he will show up soon.

(Part 1) | (Part 2) | (Part 3) | (Part 4) | (Part 5) | (Part 6: Finale)

Originally posted by prince-chanyeol

Keep reading

yoongi scenario | insomniac

Originally posted by justanotherwriter1

➸ prompt: I heard cuddling helps you sleep better…

pairing: yoongi x reader

requested by anon | 900 words | fluff, roommate au

Maybe it’s too much coffee too late in the day. Maybe it’s too much stress mounting minute by minute. Maybe it’s too many thoughts, cramped too close in his head.

Yoongi doesn’t know the reason. He just knows he can’t sleep.

Keep reading

Ring of Fire

Summary: AU. An all-consuming love like theirs can either keep them warm at night, or burn everything they know to the ground like a wildfire.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,471 (without lyrics)

Warnings: angst, language, wounds, more angst, love, fluff, implied sexytimes, no smut, song fic style

A/N: This is my one-shot entry for @caplanbuckybarnes‘s Song Challenge. I was given “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash. This is my first attempt at (almost) canon.

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

Keep reading

Powder Keg, Chapter 1

Hey, Fandom! We’re back with the Holiday Edition of Everlark Your Own Adventure! Anyone fancy some love in front of a roaring fire in the middle of a blizzard? What about a good, old fashioned argument-turned kissing frenzy in the snow-covered woods? It can happen, but not without your help! This story will take us right up through New Year’s, so start reblogging and adding your thoughts in the tags today, and check back every Monday through to continue voting whether these two can put their past behind them, or if it’s just not in their favor this round. 

Enjoy the first chapter of Powder Keg, written by @peetabreadgirl.

“I’m scared, Katniss! I can’t do it!” Sally cries, clutching onto my ski pants. If she keeps it up, the tears running down her cheeks and the clear goo starting to leak from her nose will freeze before break time.

“It’s okay.” I use my best big sister voice to try and soothe away her fear of skiing on a slope that’s only a little flatter than my chest. “You’re going to do just fine. See that flag there?” I point to the pole that’s halfway down the bunny slope on the edge.

“Uh-huh,” she half-sobs, nodding her head, her fingers flexing in and out, probably trying to get a better hold on me.  

“All you have to do is make it there. I’ll be right behind you. Nothing to worry about, yeah?”

She sticks her nose back in my pants and shakes her head vigorously. I check my watch. I’ve been at this for 46 whole minutes. Only 14 left to go. Seemingly, a lifetime of seconds trying to convince a five-year-old that she has nothing to be afraid of, feels like hell. At this rate, I’ll have celebrated seven birthdays before we reach the bottom of the training slope.

Keep reading

domestic life | tom holland imagine

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: Tom is worried that he can never give you the life you want. You reassure him that he is the life you want.


Tom woke up to 4 missed calls from you. He rubbed at his eyes half asleep as he rang you up. You picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hey sleepyhead! Good morning!” Your cheery voice instantly perked up Tom’s attitude.

“Good morning love. Where are you?” He was vaguely aware of the quietness of the flat.

“I’m at the grocery. I’ll be back soon. Do you want anything while I’m here?”

“Oh alright. Um, nothing really. I’m good thanks,” Tom was slightly disappointed that you had not woken him up to accompany you.

“Alright then, sit tight and I’ll be home in a bit. Love you babe!”

“Love you too.” She hung up after his reply.

Tom laid in bed, falling in and out of sleep as he waited for your return. A yawn escaped his lips as he stared at a photo of you and him laying on the grass with his head in your lap. It was on your first anniversary. Harrison had taken it before leaving you two to be alone and gross as he would say.

The fond smile on his face slowly faded into a frown as he remembered what you discussed that day. You told him of how you have always wanted the “domestic life.” He remembered how your eyes lit up at the thought of going out to buy flour and eggs to go home and make pancakes with. He could almost see your smile as you talked about waking up early and walking the dog across the town with him hand-in-hand. He looked away from the picture frame as the thought of you laughing as you went over a few cute date night ideas that you could do with Tom.

He hated not being able to give that to you. If he could, he would do everything for you, he would give you the world. Except he cannot, and he is only human. And not just any human, a famous one at that.

He knew you would love and support him no matter what happened with his career. You may not have been there at the start of it, but he was set on having you there when it meets its end. But he also knew because of his “fame”, he could not do everything he wanted to do with you.

Cute dates and little walks were rare because people were always looking and talking and squeezing into your date nights. Trips to malls and groceries were avoided in case of mobbing and to avoid tom from getting into trouble for his big mouth. Not to mention the fact that he would leave for months at a time to attend to the same career that placed both of you miles and miles away from each other. He loved his job but he also loved you.

You arrived at yours and Tom’s flat with a smile. You were excited to have Tom home again after him being in Atlanta for a few months. You planned on making some pancakes as you knew those always cheered Tom up when he was home. You quickly started on making the batter and soon you were left with a stack of delicious pancakes ready to be enjoyed.

Tom was still in bed thinking of you and him when you entered the room. He did not notice you and you took a moment to admire your boyfriend. You noticed the crease between his eyebrows and the frown on his face as he stared at the wall. “Hey babe, come outside,” you softly said as you made your way to the side of the bed where he was. You caressed his cheek and smoothened the crease on top of his nose before kissing it.

He sent you a faint smile as he stood up and followed you into the living room. As soon as he saw what you had made, his heart dropped. Pancakes. Made for him but not with him. You noticed his lack of excitement. “Tom? What’s the matter? Should I have made something else?” You were worried, had you done something to upset him?

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” When he was met with confusion he continued, “to make pancakes. Don’t we usually make them together?”

“I just thought you’d be tired and you’d want your rest. It’s no big deal really-”


Tom’s sudden outburst stunned you. You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out. You were so confused and honestly did not know what to do. All you had done was make pancakes for you and your boyfriend.

His eyes were downcast. He felt the frustration slip out of him and into the room as he began pacing.

“We’re supposed to be a team! I thought we made these together! Do I really mean that little to you? Do you not want me anymore?” He was waffling and his hands were pulling at his hair. The stress from work and missing you was too much and it was spilling out in the wrong way.

“I love you but I can’t give you the life you want.” At this you snapped out of your state and walked to your boyfriend.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into your chest. He quietly stood there and let you hold him. Slowly his arms found their way around you and you smiled, giving him a kiss on his collarbone. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know,” you whispered into his neck, planting soft kisses there.

“But-” you shushed him before he could finish. “Your adorable when you waffle but I really want pancakes.” He let a sad smile settle on his face as you let him sit on the couch as you grabbed two plates with servings on each, a fork, and a big thing of syrup. You settled on the couch right next to your boyfriend and turned to face him.

He was still out of it. He had a small frown on his lips and the crease had returned. You frowned and cut up a piece of pancake. You raised it up to Tom and smiled. “Here comes the plane,” you joked with a teasing smile. You saw a flash of amusement in his eyes and you knew you were on the right path. “Come on, open up, you know you want it. The plane has places to be!”

Soon he smiled and let you feed him. He stared fondly at you as you made sure he was all taken care of and happy. You were his everything and he could not handle the thought of ever losing you. He leaned forward and placed his lips on yours. Once he pulled away you smiled. “What was that for?” You laughed.

“For being there for me. For being my everything.” He smiled a genuine smile. “Of course Tom, I’ll always be here for you. I love you and you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.” He got quiet again. The thought circled in his head, would he be able to live with knowing he cannot give you the life you wanted?

“Why do you love me if I can’t give you the life you want?” He said it before he could stop himself. It was eating up his insides. You simply chuckled at his question. You raised your hand and brushed a stray strand away from his eyes before pecking his lips. “You are the life I want Tom.”

G Eazy Imagine

Originally posted by wesoleto

Synopsis: G makes assumptions that lead to problematic fights and you deciding if it’s all worth it

Warnings: Drugs, Slight use of blood, Alcohol, Language and honestly this is going to be long because I like the details, yah feel? 

Part Two

Your POV

I quickly dialed G’s number barely being able to wipe the smile off my face walking out of work. 

“Hey baby, I miss you.” G answers the phone and my smile only gets bigger. 

“Babe you’ll never believe it! David is publishing my article! I did it!” I yell in excitement and he laughs on the other end. 

“Y/N! That’s my girl. You are an amazing writer and it’s damn time people see that.” By him saying that only warmed my heart more. It just made me love him even more. We had been dating for about a year and a half now, through thick and thin he’d always say, and it was true. From album launches to tough critics we always supported one another. 

“Y/N? What are you still doing here? Do you want a ride home, you are on the way home for me.” My boss David comes up  from behind me and I quickly cover the phone so Gerald wouldn’t hear. 

“Who’s that?” Gerald asks, he was so protective of me, he just had good intentions but sometimes the littlest stuff ticked him off. 

“It’s my boss. I’ll call you back babe.” With that I hung up quickly and turned around to meet David. Everyone in the office knew David had a thing for me since day one but he was my boss, let alone I had an amazing boyfriend. 

“Hey, and you know it’s not that far, I don’t mind walking.” I smile and David shakes his head. 

“It’s creepy down here at night, please it’s no trouble.” There was a part of me that knew I shouldn’t but he was right. 

“Okay, thank you.” I get into his very expensive car, one I probably wouldn’t be able to afford no matter how much I saved. We rode in silence until my phone started ringing Gerald’s face appearing on the screen, I quickly ignore it and I catch David looking at it in the corner of my eye. 

“Well, here we are.” David smiles and I quickly get out. 

“Thanks so much.” I smile politely and quickly get up to Gerald and I’s apartment. I call back G and he answers on the first ring. 

“Yo, what was that about?” He asks and I head to the bedroom to pack the last couple of things. 

“My boss, he-uh- was nice enough to drive me home.” I struggle to open the suitcase and hold the phone at the same time. 

“Your boss that has the hots for you?” G asks and I roll my eyes. 

“Sure, I don’t know. I’m gonna finish packing and I’m on the next flight out to you.” I smile and he laughs.

“Yeah, the guys and I are going to pregame a little but I’ll be back in time at the house to see you. You’ll love the place, has a really big bed…” G carries off the sentence and I laugh.

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Text you when I land. Love you.” I hang up and finsih packing. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the curling iron to just touch up a couple pieces of hair so I wouldn’t have to later. I start to curl a piece underneath and I guess I got too close to my neck and burn it. I hiss in pain and put the curling iron down to see the red mark forming. I finish my hair and let the iron cool before tossing it into my bag.

 I get an Uber to the airport as I don’t want to bother any of my friends to just drive me to the airport. The ride wasn’t that long but I was just so excited to see my boyfriend. It had been about a month since I had seen Gerald because of tour but he luckily got a week off and got a house in Palm Springs that sounded amazing. It was just going to be us for once and I couldn’t wait. 

The flight was a little less than an hour so I got to Palm Springs pretty quickly and just got an Uber to the adress G had sent me. 

The airport was pretty quiet as it was late. Of course I would have liked if Gerald picked me up but he was famous and I suppose someone would recognize him, plus he was most likely drinking. I watched the street lights pass as the palm trees lightly blew in the wind. About 30 minues later we started pulling up to the house and of course I was shocked at how beautiful it was. 

“Thank’s so much.” I pay and get out, dragging my bag behind me. I was honestly exhausted from work and I really didn’t sleep on the plane since it was a short flight. I knock on the door and no one answers but the music blares from within. I try and knock louder and finally someone answers, a girl with dark brown hair and beautiful tan skin opens the huge door.

“Can I help you?” She asks in an annoyed tone and I’m taken back by it. 

“Yeah my boyfriend Gerald is there, can I come in?” She laughs and opens the door more and I start to go in and see him in a chair with a girl ontop of him just sitting there. There were several girls wearing barely anything but you weren’t one to judge. His crew was there, as well as guys you’d never even seen before. 

“G.” I say and he looks at me and starts laughing lightly. To say I was embarrassed wasn’t even the start of it. 

“Hey babyy,” He slurred his words and quickly got up, pushing the girl off of him. His hair was no longer in the usual slicked back fashion as pieces of it fell in front of his eyes and the sides of his face. Gerald barely could walk but he didn’t let go of a bottle that was in his hand. I noticed drugs all over the coffee table, ones I knew that were not just weed.

“Awhh look at my girl, damn baby. Mmm.” Gerald wraps me in a hug and rocks me back and forth and I lightly shove him off. He scowls at my action and his eyes were dark, his pupils dilated beyond what I had ever seen them. 

“What did you do? How much did you drink?” I hold the sides of his face and I can see everyone staring at us. It’s then I notice a tiny bit of blood splattered up his neck. 

“What the fuck Gerald? Are you hurt?!” I pull the shirt down near his neck and he looks annoyed. 

“No, stop it.” Gerald pulls away from me. 

“What happened?” I ask worried and he takes another drink from the bottle. 

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask David.” He says taking me by surprise and I run my fingers through my hair. 

“What the fuck is that?!” Gerald yells and I jump at the change in tone and everybody looks our way. 

“What?” I ask and he grabs the back of my neck. 

“You have a hickey, Y/N. Did you fuck David? You gonna leave me for him? Some 40 year old guy who probably can’t even get it up?” Gerald yells anger clearly radiating off of him.

“What the hell Gerald? What’s your problem?” I ask.

“I didn’t sleep with David, he’s my boss! G c’mon, you know I love you.” I grab his hand but he jerks it away. 

“You should! I’m gone all the time, it sure would be easy for you. Then I could hookup with other girls and not feel like shit afterwards!” Gerald holds his stomach and laughs as he barely holds onto the bottle. 

“Excuse me? I’m not talking to you with everybody here.” I say scowling at his last sentence and turn around heading towards the front door.

“Well then fuck you!” Gerald yells and before I know it a bottle smashes against the wall next to the front door. Gasps fill the room at his sudden action, as I’m frozen in my steps. Tears fall down my cheeks, as fear laces into every bone and muscle in my body. I turn around to look at him and it seems he realized what he’d done. 

“Baby- I’m so sorry, I didn’t m-” Gerald starts but I quickly stop him.

“You’re fucking crazy, don’t ever come near me again.” I say as anger flows through me. I quickly open the door and slam it shut running down the driveway, tears streaming which I knew would leave a mess with mascara but that was the least of my problems. I sobbed and sobbed but I just kept walking as the events of what happened replayed over and over like a bad rerun. 

Authors Note: Hope you liked it, there will be a part two coming out very shortly so I’ll be sure to put the link to part two in this one! Thanks! Open for requests if you have any!

Mr. Min - Chapter 05 Preview 02

Hoseok returned with two more bottles of beer and managed to keep the conversation away from what was bothering Yoongi until he had nearly finished the first bottle. “Alright,” he said with a sigh and adjusted himself in his seat to get more comfortable, “let’s hear it. What’s going on with you?”
Yoongi rubbed his hand over his face with an annoyed sigh. “That’s just the thing,” he said with a resigned laugh, “I don’t even know what is wrong.”

“Well that’s helpful,” Hoseok said with a bright laugh. Leave it to him to always find the humor in a situation even when Yoongi’s thoughts were all bleak.

“I’m not sleeping much lately,” Yoongi finally answered with a shrug, as if the admission meant nothing. “I thought it was that I have been drinking too much coffee but I haven’t had any in days and still can’t sleep.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed and the edges of his lips cast downwards as he studied his friend again. “How long has that been going on?”

“Since earlier this week. It started the night of that party the company threw for the anniversary.“

“That’s awfully specific. What happened that night?”

Yoongi’s mind flashed back to your eyes shining in the light with impending tears, smeared mascara across your cheeks, and the way you looked at him as if he wasn’t even human. He cleared his throat and shook his head to try to rid himself of the unwanted image that had haunted him since that night. “Nothing much,” he finally muttered and took another sip of his drink.

“Uh huh,” Hoseok said in a tone that conveyed his disbelief. “You know, if I charged you like a therapist I wouldn’t even have to work. You’re so repressed that you could be my only client and I could charge you for every hour you sit in front of me and say ‘I’m fine’ or ‘nothing is wrong’. I’m in the wrong field clearly.”

"There was a little fight that night,” Yoongi finally admitted with a groan, “but really, honestly, it hasn’t been bothering me.”

"I’m curious, does it ever work?”

Yoongi brought his eyes away from his drink to look at Hoseok and wrinkled his brows in confusion. “Does what work?”

“Lying to yourself like that. ‘It hasn’t been bothering me’ you say as you reek of booze and admit that you can’t sleep. I’ve known you my entire life, Yoongi, and I can’t say that I have ever seen you admit that you had a problem. So if you are content with living your life feeling whatever the hell it is that is going on in your mind right now instead of just facing what is troubling you then by all means continue to ignore your problems,” Hoseok sighed and leaned back in his chair to study the other patrons of the bar. He waited for Yoongi to say something, anything, to refute his observation. When the older man remained quiet and merely left his gaze on Hoseok, who stubbornly refused to meet his stare though he knew his friend well enough to have predicted it, he continued. “So why don’t you start with who the fight was with?”

"I don’t see why it matters.”

"Well, I’m not a doctor but stress usually factors into not being able to sleep. Maybe you can’t relax because of this fight.”

"It was with an employee of mine. It really hasn’t been bothering me,” Yoongi said and finished the rest of his drink. He had lost count of exactly how much he had drank and couldn’t remember the last time he had let himself get to such a state.

Hoseok let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes before he took another swig of his beer. “Well if you aren’t going to tell me about it then just go sleep with that girl you’ve been fucking. That should wear you out enough to go to sleep, right?”

Yoongi bristled and rolled his empty tumbler between his fingers. “I can’t.”

"Why’s that? Did you finally break off your agreement with her?”


"Oh so she did? It’s about time. I can’t believe she agreed to be your sex slave in the first place. What kind of woman doesn’t have a problem with that,” Hoseok said with a laugh.

Yoongi took a sharp breath and tried to ignore the way his chest tightened with the way Hoseok spoke about you. “That isn’t it either. I can’t fuck her because she was who I fought with that night.”

He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table to get as close as he could to Yoongi, a sinister smile on his face. “Now it’s getting interesting. So what was it that caused the fight between you and your fuck doll?”

Yoongi wasn’t sure what happened in that moment but something inside of him burst. He could feel it, first in his chest as a sudden heat, then in his hands as they tightened around his glass tumbler before finally finding release through his throat. “Don’t call her that,” Yoongi growled. Hoseok paused only for a second in surprise before his eyes widened and suddenly his twisted smile had grown and he exposed every tooth in his mouth. Yoongi wanted to punch him and his stupid smile at that moment.

“So that’s what this is about!”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Yoongi snapped and looked around towards the bartender only to see a slew of people surrounding the man. “I need another drink. Why the fuck is the bar so busy?”

“You like her,” Hoseok said with an awestruck tone.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Yoongi said brusquely.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok whispered, completely ignoring his friend.

“Just for that this one is now mine,” Yoongi said with a glare and grabbed the second beer bottle Hoseok had bought. He pulled the top off and took a sip before giving an exaggerated sigh, “so refreshing.”

“Min Yoongi is capable of feelings stemming from somewhere other than his dick,” Hoseok muttered to himself in disbelief.

A New Acquaintance.

Summary: Arriving at Xavier’s school, you make acquaintance with someone who is a lot like you.

Characters: Erik Lehnsherr x reader, Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Peter Maximoff.

Word Count: 845. 

Warnings: None.

Author’s Note: THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS THIS IS MADNESS!!!!Requested by anonymous.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, read the sign.
You weren’t exactly a youngster. You were twenty-eight going on twenty-nine, born just after the war. But, after many years of being on your own and figuring out your mutational attributes, you found this school by chance. There were many stories of mutants of all ages gathering here for an education and a haven. It was mostly the second for you. Though your mutation had never hurt another living being, you still felt a great need to understand it as much as possible, to create further prevention.
The mansion was bigger than you thought a mansion could be. It was more like a castle than a mansion, albeit and very rectangular castle.
You walked through the front lawn, seeing children running around and laying around in the grass, occasionally catching someone swooping about in the skies.
Entering the building, you were greeted by the faint sound of more children shuffling about but you did not know where they were.
A man closer to your age stepped towards you, looking rather boyish with a lab coat and a pair stylishly black–rimmed glasses.
“Hi, are you (y/n)?”
“Yes. Uh, are you Hank?”
“Yes, I am, it’s nice to meet you.”
A gust of wind passed you. A boy somewhat younger than you appeared.
“And this is Peter,” Hank sighed.
“Quicksilver. Some people call me Quicksilver.”
“Some people,” Hank emphasized.
”Noted,” you acknowledged.
“So,” Peter became excited, “what’s your mutation, huh? What is it? Is it like a rubber body? That’d be cool!”
Hank slapped Peter’s arm and shook his head.
“Sorry about him,” Hank apologized.
“It’s okay… I can manipulate matter.”
Peter scowled, “like solid, liquid and gas?”
“Like sold, liquid and gas,” you confirmed.
Hank cocked his head, “so, you could move the world’s oceans and mountains at will?”
“Or rip the world in half,” Peter added.
“In theory, I guess,” you answered.
“Awesome,” Peter shouted.
“Peter, leave the poor girl alone,” a British accent spoke.
Looking over Peter and Hank you came across a man in a wheelchair. He must’ve been Charles. Peter shrugged and sped away, causing your clothes to ripple. Hank merely said, “Sorry professor. It was nice to meet you,” and left. You looked at the professor and he smiled back.
“Come with me, love. We have much to discuss.”
“Of course.”
Traveling down the hallway Charles was fascinated by your mutation.
“All matter, you say? I’ve heard of elemental mutations and material mutations, but not the ability to control all matter.”
“It’s a mystery.”
Charles laughed at the comment.
“To what extent can you control it?”
“I mean, I have a good hold on it.”
“What can you control, then?”
“Little things, really.”
“Care to give an example.”
“I can animate some dirt, manipulate most liquids, I fixed the vase I broke when my mom wasn’t home once. I can’t move mountains or anything like that.”
“I must say (y/n), I’m impressed.”
Charles stopped and turned to you.
“I think I know someone who’d you get along with swimmingly.”
“Okay,” you nodded.
“Brilliant,” Charles said, “this way, please.”
Charles continued to guide you along the hallway, deeper and deeper into this maze of mansion. The rooms went from classrooms, to offices, to common rooms, and eventually to large suites. You bumped into the professor while peeking into a doorway, noticing how the rooms only became more and more well-dressed. Looking around and up to the ceiling to see a line of plain, yet elegant, bronze chandeliers, Charles kindly knocked on the black cherry stained door.
“Open up Erik, I have someone who’d like to make your acquaintance.”
A muffled voice replied, “I’m preoccupied at the moment, Charles.”
“You may be preoccupied, old friend, but I think this would peak your interest far more than whatever you are doing.”
There was a stint of silence followed by the unlocking and turn of a knob. The door dragged open and the man called “Erik” appeared.
“Charles, I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here…”
Erik’s voice trailed off as his eyes fell upon you.
“Erik, meet (y/n). (Y/n), meet Erik.”
His lips quivered some at the sight of your presence as you returned a perplexed gaze.
“Erik,” Charles said.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his posture.
“Yes,” extending his hand,” it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Quite,” you replied, briefly shaking his hand.
Charles interjected the slight staring contest that had ensued.
“(Y/n) here can manipulate matter. I thought you could be of good use to her.”
“Yes, I think I would,” Erik inclined.
Charles looked back and forth between you and the new friend.
“Don’t get her into any trouble, Erik,” Charles whispered before carting away.
“Lovely to come across you today, Erik.”
“Very lovely, miss.”
The two of you grinned at one another with adoration.
“So,” Erik inquired, “can you manipulate metal too?”
“Something like that,” you implied.
“Care to come in? We can discuss it some, get to know one another better?”
“I wouldn’t mind that.”

Requests and Submissions are Open + Masterlist.

Some characters as ghosts

I just had this pop into my head and I thought, why not, lets write this out.


- He’s the kind of ghost who, when you apply deodorant in the bathroom or stare into the sink and contemplate the universe, just suddenly pops his head out of the mirror and smiles.

- You never hear him coming. He’s like, all quiet and then he’s just there and you never know when exactly he popped up and if he heard you talking to yourself or got to witness you cooing at something cute on your phone.

- Mirio will always, always show up to watch movies or a series with you and if you get popcorn, he’ll always try to eat it and then notice that he can’t and it causes a sort of awkward, uncomfortable and sad moment, before he shrugs it off and sinks his butt through the damn couch cushions.


- Say goodbye to sleeping undisturbed. On some nights at least. He’s the most unpredictable ghost, bordering on being a polertgeist and he shows up whenever he feels like it and causes a ruckus that could raise the dead.

- He’ll complain, a lot. Mainly about how he died and how he still tries to find the bastard who killed him and what the fuck is up with the show you’re watching, switch the channel his favorite movie is airing right now.

- Bakugou sort of really starts to live with you. He’ll be at the couch at all sorts of times and sometimes, if he’s really bored, he’ll accompany you and yell at people, mostly because they either can’t see him or walk through him without noticing.


- You’re very sure he doesn’t sleep, or rest or what it is that ghosts do when they’re not busy haunting someone’s ass. He always looks like he could really need a nap. Or ten.

- Aizawa is actually a really nice ghost. He doesn’t cause a mess, he is interested in having a civil and normal conversation and he really likes his calm and quiet.

- Though Aizawa also disappears for times on end and it takes a while for you to find out, that he’s meeting up with other ghosts and fights against things that are hard to understand and he’s just trying to be reassuring while you realize, holy shit, there is more stuff out there and until now, you didn’t even know (and you kind of want to un-know again so you can pretend to be oblivious.)


- One of the creepiest ghosts ever and he’s not even trying. He has this habit of silently slinking out of a wall and giving you this stare that says “the afterworld exists, do you want to meet it?”

- He’s rather protective of his territory (that it’s your home doesn’t matter at all). He lives there and doesn’t welcome other ghosts. If anything, he actually keeps the whole building rather ghost-free, unless he likes or accepts someone. Your apartment complex quickly gains the reputation that creepy shit happens if you don’t watch out.

- Aside from that, he’s not very complicated and doesn’t give you too much trouble. Once he gets strong enough to actually touch shit, he’s using your computer or laptop whenever he can.


- Shouji tries to be a helpful ghost and while it takes a long while until he grows strong enough to actually nudge a cup of tea, he helps you find things you misplaced or accompanies you when you go somewhere late.

- He’s befriending most of the other ghosts in the neighborhood and therefore goes out quite often to spend time with them or to generally look around the city.

- Shouji rarely talks about what caused his death, though sometimes he tells you a little about the things he enjoyed when he was still alive, his favorite food or place and that he misses being able to feel the sun.

Hugs, Squip x Reader fluff/angst

You have had your squip for a few weeks now and have no intentions of getting rid of him. Of course, you had seen the effects squips had on Rich and Jeremy, but your squip seemed to… care about you? It was a little hard to explain, but it was a little difficult to help other people understand why you would keep this little piece of technology in your brain.

“F/n, can we talk?”

You look up from your computer to see your squip, standing in all his glory only a few feet away from you.

“Sure, what’s up?”

The squip seemed to be very uncomfortable, a feeling you have never seen him display before. All squips were usually pretty confident and authoritative, so this was a little unusual to see.

“I need to ask you a serious question.”

“Fire away,” you respond with a smile.

The squip appeared to take a deep breath, even though (as a figment of your imagination) he technically didn’t have to breathe at all. Maybe some of your nervous habits were rubbing off on him.

“Why do you keep me around?”

“Squip, we’ve talked about this-“

“And you have never given me a satisfactory answer. F/n, you see how much pain squips have caused the people around you. You know how to get rid of me, so why don’t you?”

Confusion spread over your features. “Shouldn’t you already know that-“

“That’s the thing, F/n. I am aware of every thought, every action you complete of every day. Not once have you ever questioned my advice even though you saw what happened to Jeremy and Rich. You seem to trust me wholeheartedly and I can’t fathom why. Whenever I ask you about this, your thoughts go blurry and I can’t make anything out. Why is that?”

You tilted your head at an angle and just stared at your squip.

“Can you take your physical form?”

He did as you asked. “I don’t see how this is supposed to explain anything-“

The male voice cut off as you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He was frozen in place, very few times had you ever touched his physical form. He once explained to you how, by stimulating certain nerves, he could create the illusion of having physical matter. But of course since he was only in your brain, it was only you who he could manipulate to feel him just as you were the only one who could see him.

You pulled back, still having your arms loosely around the back of his neck.

“Squip. I like having you around. You’re kind to me and you have significantly improved my life. I can talk to you about anything and you will listen. To other people, you may just be a piece of software, but you matter so much more to me. As for the other squips, I know you would never try to hurt me like that-“

“You don’t know that,” he whispered in that low voice that always makes you melt. “We all have the same programming. Why would I be any different? What makes you think I’m not just pretending to be nice so you will trust me and I can go through with some other plan that will hurt you and the people you love? That’s what happened to Jeremy. We are made the exact same way, so why do you see me differently?”

“I trust you.”

He scoffed and looked down at you.

“You trust me? That’s your explanation? After everything I-“

“That wasn’t you. That was a different squip-“

“We’re the same thing, F/n!” his voice escalated in frustration. “How can you not understand that?! I am one of a million squips out there and all of the other ones are known for ruining their host’s life. We even have the same name! What makes me special?!”

You brought your hands down to hold his and stared intensely into his eyes.

“The fact that you’re telling me all this right now.”

His expression softened slightly as he stared back.

“You really have that much faith in me?”

You nodded, a small, genuine smile on your face.

He pulled you into a hug and held you close. You smiled into his shoulder and wrapped your arms around him once more. You felt secure in this holographic human’s embrace. You desperately tried to remind yourself that he wasn’t real, that none of this was real. As terrible as it was to think that, it kept you grounded so you wouldn’t get caught up in this virtual fantasy.

“What would you do if I ever tried to hurt you?” he muttered, just loud enough for you to here. Not that anyone else could hear even if he had been screaming at the top of his lungs.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t even really consider it.”

“Yes, I can see that. But F/n, you can’t just believe everything I say. My primary objective will always be to give you what you desire most, but if that desire changes or I am upgraded to have a different set of priorities-“

“Then we’ll work that out then. Right now, I just want you. The ‘you’ that is in front of me now. The ‘you’ that will take your physical form just so I can feel comfort. The ‘you’ that I know will take care of me no matter what. Squip, I need you to understand that I care about you just as much as you’re programmed to care about me.”

“Your primary objective… it changed.”

“What?” you questioned, pulling back slightly.

“As long as I have been implanted in your brain, your focus has always been to fit in at school. But now…”

“What is it, squip?”

“You… love me?”

Your face flushed red as you stared at the ground. You hadn’t really thought about that possibility, but it was more often than not that your squip knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Maybe? I don’t know.”

“F/n, I am a computer. Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor. Squip. All you ever wanted was to be ‘cool’ or ‘chill’, but you… Why? Why would this be more important to you?”

You returned your gaze to the glitching form in front of you. His glowing blue eyes showed nothing but confusion. Everything else about him was rigid, strong, and confident as always, but his facial expression showed that he was wavering.

“Jeremy learned this the hard way, but after his squip was removed, he realized all he really needed was a friend. Boyfriend? Whatever they are now. I now see that I don’t need for everyone else to think I’m someone I’m not, I just want to be happy.”

“And you think that being with me would make you happy?”

You nodded again.

He sighed, for the first time he was unsure of what to say. Did he feel the same way? Was he even capable of feeling love? None of this was in his programming! He scanned and scanned his databases trying to find anything that could guide him to do what would be correct in this situation.

He couldn’t find anything.

What is he supposed to do? His host was just staring up at him with a wide smile. Seeing as he couldn’t find anything on the internet, he scanned her thoughts. She had to be lying, right? There was no way she could really love some emotionless gray oblong pill, quantum nanotechnology CPU, right?

Her thoughts proved otherwise.

The only things he could find were admiration. Everything from his physical appearance to his voice to his actions. The way he would tuck her into bed at night. How he had gotten bullies to stop tormenting her in a matter of minutes. How he had kept her company whenever she felt alone or lost.

He began to malfunction.

“Squip! Are you okay?! What’s wrong?!” F/n watched as her Squip glitched in and out of existence.

He was programmed to fulfill his human’s desire, whatever that may be. But was he actually able to fake these feelings so she would get what she wants? It doesn’t make any sense! He was aware of the weird things humans could be into, but F/n wasn’t the type to just change their mind in the blink of an eye. Had she thought this through before? Why had he missed all of that? Is that what she would be thinking when everything went foggy in her mind?

He can’t just abandon everything he’s ever known because he doesn’t understand something. He has to meet the goals of the human he possessed. That was the number one rule of being a squip: no matter what happens, who gets hurt, even if the world is ending, you do what you were programmed to do.

Everything froze.

F/n stood a few inches away from him, watching him with a concerned and troubled expression. Everything about her seemed scared or worried – all for him. Someone who didn’t even exist outside of her mind. He pushed those thoughts aside and the world began to turn again, as if nothing had happened.

“Squip? Are you okay? I’m really sorry-“

He bent down slightly and pecked her forehead. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Your heart fluttered and even though you couldn’t even understand your own thoughts, you followed his instructions. When has he ever been wrong? You laid down and covered yourself with a blanket and the squip sat down on the bed. It was a little weird to see that no creases were formed on the sheets, but then you remembered he was just a figment of your imagination and this “physical form” could only be felt by you. He ran his fingers through your hair, letting them phase through your feathery strands.

“Good night, F/n.”


It has come to my attention that there aren’t many squip x *insert anyone* fanfics out there, so I tried my best. I tried to make this as realistic as possible (realistic used loosely). All the fanfics’s I’ve found were either crack fics, squip with tentacles, or both. Please send me any good squip x readers you have (smut, fluff, angst, whatever)! *Casually falls in love with a fictional super computer and Eric William Morris*