I had this in my mind for awhile : when someone calls Damian "Dami" he can't not think about the other word in arabic : دامي (bloody)
Well actually in Arabic “bloody” is damawi (دموي) while dami just mean “my blood”.
But you know what, in Arabic it’s very common to use internal organs as endearing nicknames (no I’m not making this up), so calling someone قلبي (my heart), كبدي (my liver) or even رئتي (my lungs) is all considered to to be a very affectionate/romantic thing because it kinda mean that the person you’re calling these things is as precious to you as all of those organs.
So I feel that if anything Damian would be embarrassed by being called Dami (my blood) because to him it sounds like an affectionate pet name.
Request: friend zoning shawn to the point where he is begging to get out #request but rly u were too scared to let shawn in
a/n: HI!! i’ve been working on this one for quite a while and it’s finally done!! yay!!! thanks for being so patient with me everytime i pushed the upload date back lol but anyway, i hope you enjoy!! random side note - my family and i ate 5 pounds of potatoes at dinner tonight lol
okay now enjoy reading and tell me what you think when you’re done!!
Most people would think that sitting in a back room would be the most unentertaining thing in the world. But when this back room happens to be filled with three of your closest, and backstage at the LA Staples center, a back room sounds more entertaining than any other room.
“How long did he say the meet and greet lasted?” Brian piped up as he threw a red skittle up into the air. The skittle bounced off his nose and landed on the ground.
Request: Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader has gotten into a fight with peter and peter gets a little rough with the reader (like pins reader into the wall very hard and he punches into the wall) and you can take it from there!
Warnings: HECKIN ANGSTY, it gets a tiny bit physical but it by no means shows or romanticizes abuse !! that’s not coolio !!
Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.5k (sorry this one ended up being a bit shorter haha)
Update: I’m so surprised at how many positive reactions this got! You guys are the best :D
To say you had a bad day was the understatement of the century. To start off with, there was an Algebra 2 test that you were totally unprepared for and you had left about half of the questions on it blank, which definitely wouldn’t end up getting you a good grade. At lunch you went to buy some pizza only to find out that you forgot to turn in your food service money and had none left in your account, leaving you very hungry and irritated. Your locker got stuck making you late to 5th period, the water fountain was broken and sprayed all over you, and you got stuck with a burnout for a lab partner. A lot of little things started to add up and by the end of the day you were dangerously close to absolutely losing it. If anyone did anything more to bother you, it was going to send you over the edge. It just so happened that the poor soul was Peter Parker, your best friend who you had a slight crush on for a while.
Peter had told you he would come by your place to work on some homework and just hang out after school. You were really looking forward to it since he was super busy and you couldn’t see each other as often as you would have liked. You waited patiently for a few hours before settling on the fact that he had stood you up. At that point you were completely pissed off. You grabbed your phone only to see new texts from your friends. Apparently there was a party at some senior girl’s house and a lot of people were there including, to your surprise, Peter. You were more than a little hurt. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if he had just cancelled but the fact that he blew you off completely really stung.
About an hour passed before you heard a knock at your door. You answered it, finding Peter standing there with an apologetic smile on his face. Any other day you would have melted at the mere sight of him grinning like that, but today wasn’t like any normal day.
“What?” you asked brusquely. Your hands moved to your hips and you stared at him expectantly. You didn’t really know what excuse you wanted to hear, but practically all of them would have been the wrong answer.
“I came to hang out with you!” he said and pushed past you, making himself at home. “Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, I had to take care of some stuff relating to you-know-what.” You rolled your eyes. Peter told you about being Spider-Man a few months back, which explained how busy he was, but this time that wasn’t going to cut it. You had seen the pictures from the party and there was absolutely no way it involved him like that.
“Right,” you said sarcastically. “I’m sure every party needs Spider-Man there to make sure things don’t get out of control. Tell me, does Liz Allan have a thing for spandex? Is that why you ditched me?” Peter’s eyebrows shot up, surprised by your dark tone. He had never seen you mad before and it both concerned and confused him. At the same time, bringing up Liz was a hit below the belt.
“E-excuse me?” he stammered, his smile fading. “What does she have to do with this? Look, I’m really sorry I’m late but at least I’m here now so can you just let it go?”
“No, I can’t,” you said defiantly. “Don’t try to change the subject. I saw the pictures of you at that party, you can’t deny it.”
“So I’m not allowed to go to parties now?” he asked, his anger rising as well. “What gives, Y/N. Are you jealous of Liz or something? Is that what this is about?”
“I would never be jealous of her,” you snorted. “You’re trying to turn this on me, but it’s not my fault. You think you’re so high and mighty just because you swing around all over Queens in tights every night. ‘Look at me, I’m Peter and I shoot nasty ass spider juice all over the place. Tony Stark loves me and so does Liz Allan”. Seriously, it’s ridiculous.“ Your voice got louder and louder as you went, your emotions getting the best of you. Peter’s eyes dropped to the floor and he balled his hands into fists. You regretted yelling at him like that, but you refused to back down. All of the anger that had built up inside you was finally coming out, and you couldn’t stop it now.
“First of all,” he said fiercely, “I don’t wear spandex and I definitely don’t wear tights. Second, I don’t think I’m better than anyone else. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I don’t know what your beef is tonight but if you don’t want me here then I’ll just leave.”
“Leave and go where?” you spat. “Back to Liz’s house? Fine, see if I care. I didn’t know Spider-Man was a party trick now, but it’s cool. I’m sure everyone is dying to see you crawl around on the ceiling. Maybe shoot some webs, lay some eggs? Personally, spiders have always grossed me out, but if that’s what the senior chicks are into-” Suddenly Peter slammed one of his hands onto the wall next to you, using the other to pin you back, and you were so startled that your voice caught in your throat. His chest was rising and falling, the veins in his arms and neck noticeably present.
“Stop. Talking. About. Liz.” Peter enunciated every word carefully, his eyes locked on yours. A shiver ran down your spine. This was a different Peter than your dorky and awkward best friend. He was intimidating and tough, and all of his anger was aimed right at you. Never in your life did you ever think you’d see him like this, and it scared you. You knew what he was capable of, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had punched a hole in the wall. His arm was pressing into your chest and it hurt. It wasn’t like you couldn’t breathe, but it was still painful and uncomfortable. You were so shocked by it, especially since Peter never touched you without asking first, even just to link arms or something. His gentle demeanor had vanished completely, and that’s when you figured out that you had really messed up.
“Get off of me,” you said hoarsely. “Get off of me right now.” Peter blinked, only just realizing what he had done. His grip loosened and he took a step back, his eyes wide and full of panic. Neither of you really knew what to do next.
“O-Oh god, I’m so sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I never meant to do that. I’d never hurt you, I didn’t want to hurt you-”
“Peter, I think you should go,” you said, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your breathing was uneven and shaky, and he noticed it right away.
“Y/N, I didn’t… I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, almost pleading with you. He took a step toward you and you instinctively backed away. The look of pain on his face made you feel like you had kicked him in the stomach. By then you didn’t even care that there were tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t think straight, your mind was whirling and you could hear your heart pounding.
“Peter, you need to leave,” you choked out again. He nodded slowly, processing things but still not moving.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a voice just above a whisper. “Please, just… Just tell me I didn’t hurt you at all. I swear I’ll leave right after…” You wiped your eyes and shook your head. You heard his breathing stop for a moment before he took another step backwards. He was crying too and looked absolutely broken. It was all your fault. All of this. If you hadn’t been so grumpy and jealous in the first place none of it would have happened. You told yourself over and over that you needed to apologize, you needed to tell Peter that you were alright and that it wasn’t his fault. For some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you stood there in silence crying as he slowly made his way out the door and out of your house.
The second the door closed behind him you collapsed onto the ground. Your sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. There was no anger left inside of you, only regret and sadness. You didn’t mean any of the things you had said, you weren’t in your right state of mind, but that didn’t change the fact that you still said them.
Your chest ached, not because Peter had hurt you, but instead because your heart was broken.
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Description: You never wanted to see them again, you couldn’t bare facing them in the eyes. Not after what you witnessed. It would forever haunt you. Why? Because you discovered their dirty little secret; Park Jimin was the lover of Min Yoonji, who was actually a man.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Yoongi
Genre: Smut (M), angst, university!au
Word Count: 8,046
A/N:This is the direct continuation to the first part of “You Deserve Punishment”.Please read the first part, if you haven’t already, or else you’ll be confused. Extreme vulgar language use. Graphic descriptions of sex. (blowjobs, penetration, food play, anal, etc). Threesome, bondage, and overstimulation (rough) is in this story. Heavy dom/sub undertones. Some yaoi (boyxboy). This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“The reason I wanted you to leave is because I
couldn’t control myself from you. Every time I see you, all i want is to bend
you over and fuck you till you beg for me to stop………But you’ve disappointed me
Y/n. You disrespected your oppa. You’re so bad….… and bad girls deserve
You freeze when he tells you this. Control himself from you? He wants to do what with me? What the hell
is going on? He…. has to be lying…….he hates me. “You’re lying…” you say
shaking your head. How could he even be attracted to you?
•Lance was enjoying a regular day of college, the simplicities of school work and stress.
•Along the lines he had class with low and behold Keith Kogane, mullet-headed jerk.
•It was in the middle of class when he got a sudden phone call, his ring tone loud and obnoxious. The professor stopped what they were doing and looked at Lance.
•"Sir I swear it’s an emergency, my sister will never call me during class, is it alright if I step outside and take this?“ The professor surprisingly let him and he walked out to answer the call.
•"Sis? Everything alright?” Her voice blasted through the speakers, her voice sounding heavy and tear strained. “Sis! What’s wrong?”
Her breath steadied as she tried to regain composure, “Lance, it’s your brother…he didn’t make it.”
•He stared at his phone, the edges of his eyes slowly beginning to streak with water, his breathing grew heavier as he slid down the wall of the hallway. “Hermana…please tell me you’re joking.” His voice croaked as more tears were falling. “Please tell me that he’s alright and it was just a close call, Hermana please…”
The call was silent for a moment before he heard the sound of weeping. “I’m sorry Hermano… I am so sorry.”
•Lance stopped breathing for a moment as his anxiety built up, he started taking slow breathes, in and out. In and out. He looked at the time and then at his screen, “I’m on my way Hermana… I’m sorry.”
* Lance got up slowly, wiping away his tears, straining himself from the pain and walked into the classroom.
* Everybody stared at him, noticing his red strained eyes, the marks of tear streaks upon his cheeks and the sign of his chest inwardly going in and out in panicked breathes. But everyone noticed how much he tried to control these emotions especially after he walked up to the professor as his voice croaked from trying to speak.
* The professor paused and looked at him, “uhm class I’m going to be a moment so please continue with your notes as I will be right back.” He took Lance by the arm and dragged him into his office.
* Everyone sat still in silence, trying to contemplate what has just happened. Lance the goofball of the classroom who always tells jokes and smiles like there’s no tomorrow, stormed into the room like he was just hit by a tornado.
* People were whispering and gossiping, but mainly with concern.
* That is until both he and the professor walked out, Lance following behind with such paleness as he strode over to his bag and walked out of the classroom.
* The professor stood back by the board and spoke, “uhm I-class please excuse what has just happened until further notice. There seems to have been some… complications and Lance won’t be attending class for the next couple of days.”
* Was Lance okay? What happened for him to breakdown so quickly? Why is he taking days off of class? Did something happen? So many questions were spread throughout the class until the end of the bell.
* What was wrong with Lance?
Thanks for the anonymous reminder, whoever you are ko-fi nonnie. I totally got swept up in my work and life and getting back into the swing of writing (and hopefully finishing my fic) that I kind of forgot about my wonderful ko-fi donators. You guys really helped me out sooooo much and I’m forever grateful.
This goes out to @ladydrace for your 900-word donation that I extended to 1292, considering I took so long to get to this. It may not be as fluffy as you expected (I tried, I did, but I’m a angst writer haha), but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks so much, again, dear.
The first time Stiles says it, Derek nearly chokes on a spoonful of ice cream. Which would be a shitty way to die, especially all they’d had to face in the last few years. Especially as the big bad of the week had slowly evolved into the big bad of the month, and the last few months had been completely quiet.
Derek should’ve known to be prepared at any moment. Except, how could anyone be prepared for this?
“God, why aren’t we married yet?” Stiles groans out after taking a giant bite of his ice cream. A little of it spills down Stiles’ arm and he chases it with his tongue, and Derek nearly chokes on his.
He realizes he’s staring at Stiles, his spoon still stuck in his mouth. He quickly rectifies the situation, removing said spoon and giving Stiles one of his best eye rolls.
“Seriously,” Stiles continues, pretty much shoveling the ice cream into his mouth at this point. “If I knew you could cook like this, I would’ve proposed ages ago.”
“It’s not cooking, Stiles,” Derek says. Because that is the easiest thing to focus on. Instead of the way Stiles is moaning around each spoonful, a little dribbling out of his mouth which should not be doing things to Derek.
“You know what I mean.”
He finally looks up, his bowl licked completely clean. And Derek can see the moment his senses come back to him as he blushes and gently places the bowl on the counter in front of him like he hadn’t just had his face shoved in there. He glances mournfully at the hand crank ice cream machine Derek had just purchased.
Derek sighs, pushing away from the counter to pick up Stiles’ bowl and refill it with the remainder of the ice cream. Apparently it was a worthwhile purchase.
“Seriously, marry me?”
The second time it happens, Derek is no more prepared for the words, or the images they bring to mind. Images he could never allow himself to dream of because it’s too painful to know it will never happen.
Derek had just been settling into bed with a book he was keen to finish tonight when his phone went off, a ringtone he’d never heard before but had no doubt Stiles had somehow hacked his phone just to add a ridiculous tone for himself. And a quick glance to the screen only proves his point.
With a sigh, Derek leans over and picks up the phone, half tempted to just send him to voicemail. Instead, he answers.
“What do you want, Stiles?” he says in a voice he hopes sounds firm and put out.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeey, Derek,” Stiles singsongs from the other end of the line, like he is just as surprised Derek answered the phone.
Derek sighs again, already pulling back the bedding and grabbing his jeans. “Where are you?”
“Thas not how yersposed to answer the phooooone,” Stiles slurs out, ending with a giggle like he were sharing a joke with himself.
Derek can hear a pounding bassline over the other end of the line and is already running through all the possible bars Stiles could’ve snuck into. He had two more years. Why couldn’t he just be reasonable and just wait.
“I’m coming to pick you up,” Derek says, already halfway down his spiral staircase. “Tell me where you are.”
“Oooooh. My hero.”
It’s easy to pick Stiles out over the crowd as he is currently on top of the bar, attempting to dance against one of the pillars. Two of the bartenders are attempting to get him down while another stands back and laughs like this is a regular occurrence, which all Derek knows, it could be.
Before Derek can even cross the room and somehow get Stiles down from his makeshift strip show, Stiles notices him.
“Derek!!!” He shouts, taking one step off the bar and before anyone can do anything, he lands flat on his face.
Somehow, Derek manages to get Stiles into the passenger seat of his car and before he rounds the car to his own seat, he takes Stiles’ hand in his and drains a bit of the pain that Stiles might not feel at the moment, but will most definitely feel in the morning. He’s almost done when Stiles’ other hand lifts and brushes across Derek’s cheek, making him freeze on the spot.
“Will you marry me yet?” Stiles says, his voice oddly clear. He’s staring at Derek with absolute concentration, as if he could will Derek into saying yes.
Derek swallows, his throat having to work extra hard over the lump that seems to have suddenly formed. There’s something in his chest, attempting to crawl out, but he shuts it down. This isn’t…Stiles doesn’t mean anything by it. It’s just….Stiles being Stiles. Stiles being drunk, whatever.
Derek schools his expression before gently rearranging Stiles and placing the seatbelt around him.
“Let’s get you home,” he says before closing the door and rounding the car, too quick to notice the way Stiles’ face pinches in pain.
“What do I have to do to get you to say yes?”
Derek nearly brings the hammer down on his hand instead of the nail that was halfway through the fence board he was attempting to repair. He has only a moment to marvel at the fact that Stiles can sneak up on Derek without any of his senses picking up on him, before Stiles is yanking on his shoulder and spinning him around.
His eyebrows are furrowed together, his lips a thin line, and Derek can honestly say he hasn’t seen Stiles this pissed since…he can’t remember when.
“What are…” What was he even talking about? Say yes? To what?
Thankfully Derek doesn’t have to find his words as Stiles is already running over them. “I’ve asked you nicely. Twice now. But you have yet to answer. And maybe I haven’t been the but I haven’t been subtle.”
Derek blinks. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re out here fixing my dad’s fence without even being asked,” Stiles continues as if Derek hadn’t spoken. He’s waving his hands around in a way that makes Derek want to hold them down for everyone’s safety. “You made my absolute most favorite flavor of ice cream without me even asking. You drove twenty minutes out of your way to pick me up from a bar because I was too shitfaced to drive home. How the hell am I supposed to keep my emotions at bay with you doing everything in your power to test them?”
“Would you just marry me already?” Stiles says in a huff, full on glaring at Derek by now.
Stiles looks about ready to go into another rant when the words finally process. He freezes. “O…okay?”
A small smile spreads across Derek’s face. Who knew he could ever actually make Stiles speechless.
“Yes, okay. I’ll marry you.” He takes advantage of Stiles’ stunned silence by pulling him in closer until they’re pressed together from thigh to chest. His smile grows as Stiles’ eyes widen and his breath catches. “But we might want to consider going on at least one date before we do.”
“You…you better not be playing around,” Stiles breathes out. He tries to make it sound teasing, but Derek can see the uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’m not if you’re not,” Derek says, leaning his down ever so slowly, giving Stiles time to pull away.
Stiles’ eyes drop to Derek’s mouth as his tongue unconsciously comes out to wet his lips. God, he’s wanted this for so long.
“It’s a date, then,” Stiles says on a breath, his eyes never leaving Derek’s lips.
hey hey, telepathic anon here! you've captured the happy side of MC's telepathy perfectly, I love it! But!! Isn't any of them like AFRAID she might read some darker thoughts?? Saeran's inner angst, Zen's beast (omg the Beast!), V's secrets??
A/N: I ACTUALLY THOUGHT OF
THIS ONCE I POSTED THE OTHER ONE! So I’m really glad that you came back and
asked omg thank٩(♡ε♡ )۶ ~Admin 404
-He can’t help it sometimes! He’s a MAN MC, WHAT DO YOU
WANT FROM HIM ‘kay but girls are like that too zen
-It’s actually really funny to see him get really red and
tense up every time he caught himself having sexy thoughts around you
- because of that, you don’t even have to really read
his mind to find out what he’s thinking
-If you’re ever feeling frisky it’s a safe bet to just
sit and listen to some of Zen’s thoughts because wOW that can get ya in the
-It’s also really easy to surprise him in bed because
you’ve already heard what he wants you to try and now he doesn’t have to be too
embarrassed to ask
-However, it SUCKS when the two of you are in public?
-Because he’s gotten used to his dirty thoughts, his body
doesn’t really react (unless his thoughts aren’t subconscious like they
-BUT YOU AREN’T. YOU AREN’T USED TO IT. Which means
you’re always left blushing like crazy and stuttering when you try to talk to
anyone THANKS ZEN
-He actually uses it against you!!!! If the two of you
are play fighting in public, he just lets the dirty thoughts get wild and BAM
you automatically lose because how in the world are you supposed to come back
-Overall it isn’t really something to be afraid of seeing.
It’s just more of a “wow im unintentionally turned on and now it’s an
inconvenience” and he KNOWS IT
-Although the two of you sort of think on the same
wavelength, he’s still TERRIFIED of you reading something you shouldn’t
-He’s done some things, said some things, and saw some
things he’s ashamed of
-And if he could, he’d rather just forget everything like
that. It’d make him happier, and he wouldn’t have to hide anything from you
-It keeps him up at night sometimes, because he feels
absolutely terrible for not telling you things
-A few thoughts have roamed, however, and he thought he
changed it quick enough; He didn’t
-You’ve heard a few of the things he’s told himself- how
he hates what he’s done, hates who he is, and how badly he feels that he can’t
tell you these things
-But you know that when (and if) he’s ever comfortable
with it, he’ll tell you everything
-Until then, every time you hear a self-hating thought
(or one of something from the past) from him, you quietly move closer to him
-You’ll take his hand into your own, lay your head on his
shoulder, something to let him know that you can feel he’s upset, and that
you’re there for him
-His thoughts will quickly change to how much he truly
loves and appreciates you, which makes the both of you extremely happy
-Unfortunately he can get really insecure and angry when
you read his mind
-He doesn’t like you knowing how much he actually hates
himself??? who does though, like?? that’s personal
-He can get some pretty violent thoughts at times too and
he doesn’t want your pretty little mind to see them too
-Not to mention a lot of thoughts about his past. He
doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want you to think about it.
-But sometimes, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t
help but think about them
-He tries so hard to avoid you when his thoughts act up-
he hates that he gets angry in order to keep you away, but he doesn’t know how
else to go about it
-FEELS SOOO BAD. How is he supposed to apologize for
something like that? You don’t deserve to be put through it. It makes him feel
-NEVER, EVER, BRING UP WHAT HE’S THINKING. HE DOESN’T
LIKE SYMPATHY. JUST STAY OUT OF HIS HEAD
-He does appreciate when you wrap him up in fuzzy
blanket, bake him warm cookies, and kiss the top of his head. Just… watch
some movies with him, MC. Just sit by him and stay out of his head. Everything
will be okay
-You’re always really afraid of hearing any of these
thoughts. Who wouldn’t feel bad if they heard that their s/o feels so badly
about themselves?? You do your best to just let them slide and do little things
to show him you care about him no matter what, and he secretly loves that you
don’t intrude on his thoughts
-It’s actually a lil heart-breaking to read all the
thoughts he has in his head that he refuses to tell you
-Like how he feels about himself, his past, the guilt
that he has built up over his brother
-But there are a lot of sweet things he thinks of that
doesn’t come out of his mouth
-Like how much he loves you, how he can’t imagine his
life without you, and how bad he just wants to be with you every day for the
rest of your lives
-And he’s just??? So sweet??? But so hateful towards himself???
And it’s really sad to see how conflicted he is inside
-But every time you walk in while he has a bad thought,
you just kiss his forehead and he LOVES IT
-Now he comes to you every time he over thinks because he
wants a “Magic Kiss” from you
-“But MC! Your kisses wash away the bad thoughts!
You’re like an angel!”