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The Tenth Floor pt8

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

“Make who pay?” You pulled away from Taehyung, trying to see his face in the scarce light of the half-moon. “Why would you even think that it’s a ‘him’?”

Taehyung shrugged. “You were out with Yoongi all day, so I just assumed…” His voice trailed off. Seokjin must have told Taehyung where you were, and that coupled with the fact that you were only a block away from the carnival made it understandable how Taehyung would figure it out. 

“It has nothing to do with Yoongi.” You took a step back, away from Taehyung as you dried your eyes with the back of your sleeve. “He went home hours ago.” You weren’t sure why you suddenly didn’t want Taehyung to know what happened; maybe some part of you was protecting Yoongi, but you had no idea why. 

“Alright. So who did make you cry, then?” He asked after a moment.

“It doesn’t matter.” You shook your head, trying to clear it. “Can you drive me home?” 

“Yeah, but–” Taehyung didn’t look like he was ready to drop it, and you held up a hand for him to stop. 

“I know you want to help–and I appreciate it. But right now, I just want to go home. Anyway, what happened tonight is my business, I’ll sort it out.” 

Taehyung nodded, though somewhat reluctantly. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.” He said gently, and you nodded despite being sure there wasn’t anything he could do. This was between you and Yoongi, and something told you that getting Taehyung involved wasn’t a good idea. 

It wasn’t until you were home, after kicking off your shoes and about to change into your pajamas that you realized that your shirt was buttoned crooked, your lipstick smudged, and your hair a mess. 

All you could do was hope that Taehyung believed your lie, and hadn’t jumped to more conclusions than what he let on.  

You called off from work the next day. You explained to Namjoon that you were fairly sure you had the flu, and that you didn’t want to spread it around. Namjoon didn’t argue, only told you that he hoped you would feel better soon.

His understanding only made you feel slightly guilty for lying to him. But you couldn’t go into the office today. Not after the previous night, leaving things with Yoongi like that–and you weren’t looking forward to seeing Taehyung either.

So you stalled facing your problems, drowning them in ice cream and dumb reality TV shows. By three in the afternoon, you could almost pretend that none of your current issues were real, that it was all just some bad dream and you were still unemployed and racking up debt. The thought shouldn’t have improved your mood, but you figured at least if you didn’t have a job, you also didn’t have a hot boss to almost sleep with. 

And Yoongi was attractive, you had finally decided. Asshole or not, there was something there, something about him that was new and exciting, and made you wish you didn’t care that you were his secretary, or about how it would make you look if anyone found out about it. 

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anonymous asked:

Any headcanons on Izuku and Katsuki boarding a crowded train and they keep rubbing against each other on accident?

They try everything in their power not to rub on each other. Izuku stretches his body as far as he can from Katsuki…. Though it ends up not working out. The train is so unbelievably packed, thanks to students going home from school, and adults heading home from work.

It leaves Izuku and Katsuki to cram against one of the back walls of the train, right near the doors. Izuku squeezes himself close to Katsuki now, facing him. His struggle to keep any distance is short lived, since more people enter the train last minute.

“At least its not too long of a ride..“ Izuku says, sheepishly and Katsuki just grunts in response. He can already feel their bodies are probably /too/ close together.
Izuku’s face is a light shade of red, but he thinks the two of them can handle being this close for now– their stop is only four in, so its only about 25 minutes at most!

Everything seems like it’ll go well! That is, until the train starts moving.

Every jerk, every bump, every time someone knocks into Izuku, the two of them feel their groins touch. Katsuki grumbles and subtly tries to back up, but it isn’t working. Izuku is constantly getting bumped and they keep ending up right back on each other.

“Fuck, Deku.. back up! ”

“I-I can’t, Kacchan.. I’m not /trying/ to be so close..” He mumbles embarrassed. How awful would it be if they continue the entire way home like this?? Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. Being pressed right up against Katsuki… Fighting his urge not to make a sound because the continuous rub and contact is actually starting to feel kind of good– Its a torturous game, and he just can’t do it.

“Well, figure some shit out..!”
Izuku notes quickly that Katsuki isn’t going to be able to handle it for much longer, either. In fact, he’ll probably lose his cool a lot faster than Izuku does.
Izuku is sure that his boyfriend will bend him over right there, if this keeps up.

Suddenly, an idea pops into Izuku’s head. He starts to twist and adjust his body carefully, until he’s facing away from Katsuki. His ass may be getting pushed and rubbed against Katsuki but.. that’s better, isn’t it?

“M..much better..” Izuku nods to himself, already thinking maybe he can last like this. Katsuki on the other hand… doesn’t feel the current position is making much of a difference.

“You made it worse, fucking Deku!” Katsuki says between gritted teeth. Why does Izuku have to have a nice, round, ass like that? Why does it have to move, and push back on him while the train moves?? Katsuki can feel the heat pooling in his groin. If Izuku’s ass keeps unintentionally grinding against his dick, he’s going to lose it.

“I-Im sorry, I dont know what else to do- I can’t move anywhere Kacchan..” he whispers. Then, the train rattles again suddenly. It causes Izuku to stumble back, and he braces his fall by pushing back against Katsuki again.

As he’s about to readjust his stance though, his face starts to heat up darker.

“K-Kacchan…” he swallows hard, glancing back. “Are.. are you-”

“Don’t fucking say it Deku.. what the hell do you expect??” Katsuki’s ears are tinted red.

Yeah, there’s no hiding it. He’s getting aroused. It’s next to impossible to hide something like that in such a cramped territory.

“I- I’m sorry Kacchan..!” Izuku’s blush is rising higher, because the erection of his boyfriend is starting to become far more noticeable with every jerk. “What should I do?”

Katsuki narrows his eyes then, as he looks down at Izuku. He slips his hands down to rest on Izuku’s hips causing the latter to gasp softly from unexpected touch. He holds Izuku’s body close and leans his lips down to rest against his ear.

"I could fuck you right here. ” Katsuki whispers bluntly.
That sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and he swallows thickly. He shifts his eyes back to give a subtle glance at Katsuki, before looking down again. The blush is obvious on his face, and he’s trying his best to keep himself from getting too excited.

“Th-that isn’t– um. That’s not… it’s not a good idea.” He tries to reply with out making it obvious that Katsuki’s words got to him. Though he can feel the smirk thats forming on Katsuki’s face. “Th..there’s people here.”

Katsuki keeps his lips pressed on the freckled boys ear.
“Isn’t that the best part? I can fuck you right here, nice and slow, and everyone in the entire fucking train will know you’re all mine.” He gives Izuku’s ear lobe a light bite.

“K-Kacchan..” he mumbles and begins to feel his own arousal. He shifts in place slightly, though it doesn’t help ease up any tension. “Stop… ah!”

Suddenly Katsuki is biting at his neck. /Hard/. It causes Izuku to make an unintentional sound, and the people surrounding them turn to look. They give judgemental stares, and turn their attention back to their own bussiness. Though its hard to ignore the two of them. Katsuki is continuing to bite and kiss at Izuku’s neck deapite the crowd. “Kacchan..”
Izuku whimpers slightly, but catches himself. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly elbows Katsuki in the side. “Kacchan stop that–!”

“ow- what?? I can’t help it! You’re lucky I’m not already fucking you senseless.”

“Shh!! Y- you’re talking loud..there’s other people here..!” Izuku reminds him. He gives subtle glances around at the people who pretend that they aren’t staring and giving dirty looks.
Katsuki just sighs and tightens his hold on Izuku’s hips. He stays quiet for a few moments, then hears the announcement for the next stop approaching. A smirk forms on his face and quickly he grabs Izuku’s wrist.

“C'mon Deku.” He starts pushing them through the crowd, making their way to the closest door. Izuku blinks, confused, but follows his boyfriend’s lead.

“um- Kacchan this… this isn’t our stop. ”

“Yeah I know. But ya really think I can wait another 20 minutes??” He asks. And once the train comes to a complete stop, he yanks them out. It’s busy, but he’s shoving his way through everyone and ignoring the remarks being thrown their way.

“Kacchan w..where are we going? ” Izuku asks, after giving fast apologies to the ones they pushed past.

He gets them into the station, before scoping out a bathroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good in one of those stalls.”

Izuku’s face is bright red now, but he knows theres no way out of it. Not that he truly wants to get out of it… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this too.


He got them into the bathroom now, and luckily the largest stall is open.

“… make sure the entire station knows I’m yours.”
Katsuki gives a loving smirk, as he slams the stall door shut. He’s pushing Izuku up agaist the wall, and steals a deep, forceful kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby. They will.”

So i thought about a third alternative ending for Life is strange

I would have taken that road in a fucking heartbeat. I was based on this pic:

It would take place AFTER you pick the sacrifice Chloe ending. Here’s how it goes:

As i focused on the blue butterfly, everything started to vanish around me. I still can’t get used to the feeling; my eyes always feel like they are going to pop out, and just as i feel like i am going to pass out, i am suddenly on the picture scene again. No matter how many times i have done it, i still have to blink a few times to realize what just happened.

I found myself in the bathroom, holding my instant camera, which had not been broken yet. The picture fell from the camera and a blue butterfly appeared on it. It is actually a beautiful picture. It would have won the Everyday Hero contest right away.

“When a door closes, a window opens, or something like that.” I remember the last single thought that slipped through my mind right before all of this nightmare started. I still feel like i’m gonna wake up at some point. I’m hoping on it.

Then the reason why i am here, in this bathroom, with the blue, beautiful butterfly, hits me like a train; i’m going to kill my best friend. My lover, my partner, my everything.

I used to believe love was a cliche. A cute, heart filling, warming cliche. But a cliche after all. I never expected it to be anything like this. This is pure, raw, fierce. This is like a beautiful knife pouring my guts off my chest, not some dumb butterflies. This is like a gorgeous pain i never want to stop feeling. It feels like the most incredible way of dying. It makes me feel, like i have never felt in my life.

And it was all going away. Because of me. Because of my stupid, amazing rewind power.

“It’s cool, Nathan… Don’t stress… You’re okay, bro. Just count to three…” Nathan entering the bathroom interrupted my thoughts. I counted the seconds until the door was supposed to open again. “Don’t be scared… You own this school… If I wanted, I could blow it up… You’re the Boss…”. That’s when i hear the door slide open. That’s when the love of my life entered the room, just so i could kill her.

I think that, if i had to consider the worst way to torture someone, everything considered, it would be to give them a rewind power. The worst thing you can take away from someone is time. And this power took it all from me. It would be logical to think otherwise; if anything, a rewind power gives you more time. But the thing is, when you rewind, nothing that occurred in the meantime happened. Only you have the memories. And that right there, is torture. Right now, the punk blue haired gorgeous girl i love is thinking that no one is alive to love her. She thinks that she is not wanted, that she is a burden.

And, god, could she be more wrong?

But she doesn’t know. Nothing happened to her. Not the pool, not the dare kiss, not the actual kiss, nothing. She doesnt even know im back in this fucking town.

“So what do you want?”

“I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say. Now, let’s talk bidness.”

“I got nothing for you.”

“Wrong. You got hella cash.”

I cant hear this. I cant bear this. I cant. I thought. I wanted to scream, i wanted to die right there. I couldn’t handle the pain.

So that’s when it occurred to me.

To be fair, it would hurt Chloe less. She doesn’t know all that happened between us this week. To her, it would be just an old friend dying tragically. Its not exactly a pink-colored situation, i know. But it is another way. I can intervene without my powers. I can save Chloe and Arcadia bay. I just have to die instead.

“Oh boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you been pumpin’ drugs n’ shit to kids around here… I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.”

“Leave them out of this, bitch.”

“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself!”

“You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!”

I remembered that this was when Nathan took the gun out, so i emerged from the back of the stalls to face them. This was my moment to shine.

“Nathan, wait!” I shouted.

“What the fuck?” He screamed, turning around, now pointing the gun to me.

“Oh my god” Chloe said, almost whispering. “Max”

“Chloe, shut up” I said. “Nathan, please put down the gun. I know what you are going though. I know everything.” I know he was going to shoot me anyways. But i had to try.

“What the fuck do you mean? You know nothing!” Nathan screamed histerically. “Nobody know anything!”

“I know about Mr. Jefferson” I said in a lower voice. “Just please, listen to me.”

“Max, what the fuck is going on?” Chloe said, now crying. If only i could hold her and catch the tears.

“Chloe, i love you, but please just shut the fuck up. Nathan, could you please put down the gun so we can talk?”

Nathan was mute now. I know i shocked him by telling him about Mr. Jefferson. I noticed how the trembling in his hands was starting to quicken and intensify. It wasn’t a good sign.

“No one can know about that. He will kill me. You cannot know!” Nathan cried out. He had a serious expression now. Like he had just assumed something. Like he had taken a decision.

“I do, Nathan, and i can help you. I know you are not like this. I promise-” Suddenly, my words were interrumpted by a major noise. It was deafening. Then i felt an incredible pain in my guts, and i found myself falling.

It was as if i was seeing everything in slow motion, like when i got to save kate. I saw everything. I saw Chloe crying her heart out running towards me. I saw Nathan screaming, shouting something, though i couldn’t understand what. I saw the floor turn red. I saw Nathan suddenly running away.

And i saw a beautiful face right in front of me.

“Chloe” i whispered, smiling.

“Max, don’t do this to me. Please.” I could tell behind Chloe’s tears that she was confused. After all, having your five-years-vanished best friend suddenly in a bathroom taking a bullet for you, must be mind blowing. Not in a good way.

“Listen Chloe. I know you must be tripping balls right now. But i have to tell you something before i run out of breath.” I started to feel really, really tired.

“Shut up, asshole! Your are not going to die! You hear me?”

“Chloe, i want to tell you a million different things, but i’m just going to say this; i’m in love with you. I love you so much it hurts more than this fucking bullet. Please never think you are not loved, because i could have never loved someone as much as i love you, okay?”

“M-max, I… what the hell? you must be losing to much blood…” Chloe stuttered. I could feel her tears falling in my face, but i didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now.

I heard screaming outside the bathroom. I was running out of time.

“Chloe, i know what you have been through. I know you are hurting so badly, and that you think that you are such a waste of space. I know i bailed on you for all this time, and i cannot tell you how sorry i am. I was the shittiest person on earth”.

“Well, i think that taking a bullet for me might be a good apologize” Chloe smirked between tears. God, was she beautiful.

“I know about Rachel, Chloe. And I’m so, so sorry. Please talk to David and warn him about Mr. Jefferson. He will know what to do.” I was starting to feel dizzy.

“How do you know…?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is i’m here, and i could save you. You don’t know how many times i had to save your beautiful ass, you dork. But it was worth it, it was worth it every goddamn time” i laughed. “I love you, Chloe Price. You are my partner in time, my pirate, my best friend, my everything. And if i could lend to you all these memories, i would in a heartbeat” Suddenly, i just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

“I dont know what the fuck is going on right now. But i love you to death, Max. I always did.” Chloe caressed my cheek as she comforted me. And then, as if she was reading my mind, she leaned over and kissed me. As she pressed her lips to mine, i opened my mouth as if i was gasping for air, and kissed her lower lip. I could tell she was surprised, but she followed my lead, opening her mouth this time. I felt electricity running through my veins as our tongues touched. I wished i could stay in that very moment forever, despite the pain and nausea i was feeling. I didn’t give a fuck, i just wanted to kiss her, i just wanted her. Always.

“Max, please don’t leave me. Please.” She said, sepparating a few inches her face from mine. I could almost feel the knot in Chloes throat forming again. “I cant handle this. I just got you back. Please.”

“I will always love you, Chloe. Always. I will always be watching over you.” As cliche and cringy this sounded to me, i couldn’t mean more every single word.

“Max…” Chloe’s face deformed into a crying face.

“Be the though punk i know you are, Price. Man up.” I smirked, as i tried to lift up my hand to hold her face. She saw this and held it with the hand that wasn’t caressing me. “And, Chloe Price?”


“Don’t you forget about me” I said, ironically.


Suddenly i felt like i was floating. I was lifting myself from the ground, and everything started going black. And then, it hit me. I wasn’t granted the power to rewind time. I wasn’t cursed. I wasn’t being tortured. I was granted the power to save my whole life; my town and my lover. The ability to rewind time was just the tool.

And as i drifted into the nothingness, I gave my favorite blue haired punk one last smile.

I thought i saw a blue butterfly fly by…

okay so when im in a public bathroom i always open a pad slowly in hopes of it being silent. so today i was in a bathroom and i was in my stall, and every other stall has a lady in it, anyway im very very slowly opening the pad, trying not to make a noticeable noise. but of course you can still here it. and the lady next to me was like “girl, trust me, you don’t need to try to cover it up. just tear it open, no one is going to judge you.” and im like welp and just fucking rip it the rest of the way and now i feel chill to just man handle my pad without feeling judged.


[From: My Little Pigeon] I don’t feel well

Lance hides his phone under his desk and frowns at the text.

[To: My Little Pigeon] what’s wrong???

He glances up to the teacher then back to his phone while he taps his foot impatiently and twirls his pen around as he waits for a reply. However, five minutes pass with no new texts, so he taps out a second text. 

[To: My Little Pigeon] Pidge?? U okay??

Another five minutes pass, and Lance is as tense as can be. Worry swells within his chest as his thumbs fly across letters on his phone.

[To: My Little Pigeon] Katie holt if u don’t answer me I’m gonna assume the worst and call cops, paramedics, firemen, the fbi, everyone Pidge. I’m gonna call everyone if u don’t answer me right now

When two minutes pass with the only text coming from Hunk, Lance makes a decision. He quietly gathers his things and exits the classroom, shooting the teacher an apologetic wave as he opens the door.

He takes a sharp right and starts toward the math hall. He knows Pidge’s schedule by heart, and he skids to a halt in front of the “Advanced Calculus” classroom only seconds later.

He peeks through the small, glass window with a frown. Pidge isn’t in her usual seat in the back corner, but her bag is.

Bathroom, Lance’s mind supplies, and he takes a quick glance around until he spots a women’s bathroom by a pair of vending machines at the end of the hall.

He approaches the door and hesitates with his hand pressed against it as the “WOMEN” sign stares back at him, but his worry triumphs, and he slowly pushes the door open with a muttered apology.

For a second, the bathroom appears empty and silent, but a sudden loud, gagging sound echoes from the back stall, and Lance’s face falls.

“Pidge?” He asks as he swiftly walks toward the last stall. “Are you okay?”

“Lance?” Pidge questions, voice surprised, but any other words are cut off as she heaves into the toilet once more. 

Lance winces at the sound and places a hand on the cool stall door. “Let me in?”

After a minute, there’s a rustling sound followed by the click of a lock, and Lance slowly pushes the door open to see Pidge scrambling back to the toilet. He watches with furrowed brows as she presses up on her knees and heaves into the toilet again. 

Crouching down, he places a hand to her back and moves it in small circles. The heat radiating from the small girl is alarming, but Lance opts to voice his concern once Pidge isn’t puking her guts out.

For minutes, Pidge fights a losing battle against nausea. At one point, Lance briefly leaves to wet a paper towel. He presses the cold, rough fabric to the back of her neck, and Pidge has just enough time to breathe out a grateful “thanks” before another wave of nausea has her retching into the toilet.

Three times the bathroom door opens, and Lance hears disgusted female voices followed by the door slamming closed. Fuckers, he thinks to himself. 

Finally, after a long ten minutes, Pidge stops, and she flushes the toilet and allows Lance to pull her to her feet and out of the stall.

Lance walks her to a sink, and as she rinses her mouth out, he studies her.

While she’s normally as pale as can be, her complexion matches that of a ghost. There’s a grayish tinge mixing with a crimson flush colored across her cheeks. She’s also slick with sweat, but her entire body is shaking.

When she turns to him, he doesn’t hesitate to press a palm to her forehead, not surprised to find it burning.

“You’re sick.”

“You’re in the girl’s bathroom.”

Lance tilts his head and puffs out his chest. “I would cross the deepest of rivers for you, my little Pigeon!”

Pidge rolls her eyes, and she wants to laugh, but her cramping stomach has her glancing back to the stall with nervous eyes. 

Lance catches on, face dropping back into a frown. “Okay, let’s get you back to your dorm.” He grabs her wrist and starts quickly toward the door with the mindset of the faster the better, but she grinds to a halt, and Lance turns around with just enough time to see her throw up down her chest. 

“Pidge,” he says softly, but she jerks her wrist from his hand and turns toward the sink, gripping the edges and bowing her head.

Lance watches her shoulders shake, and he knows she’s crying. Do something, his mind yells, and he drops his bag to the floor, shrugs out of his jacket then slips his shirt off.

“Here,” he says softly, and she looks up with welling eyes, but the silent question is still there.

“Just until we can get you back to your dorm.”

She nods and takes the shirt into a stall. Seconds later, she comes out with her dirty shirt balled up in her hands. Lance’s blue shirt hangs down to just above her knees, but he figures it’s enough until they get her back to the dorm.

Pidge shoves the balled up shirt in her backpack then shoulders it and staggers slowly toward the exit, but Lance stops her with a hand to her shoulder.

“Lance, what-”

Lance slides his bag from his back then crouches in front of Pidge with his back to her. “Hop on. You look like you can barely stand.”

Too tired to decline, Pidge slowly climbs onto Lance’s back and drops her face against his shoulder as he slowly stands and starts out the bathroom.

“I feel like death,” she mutters, and Lance nods sympathetically.

“Never fear,” he mutters, voice light and soft. “Mighty Man Lance is here to save you.”


kc + getting their hands dirty

Versus || Peter Parker [[request]]

[[requested prompt: Could you do a Peter Parker x reader where they are dating and standing by Peter’s locker when something starts attacking the school and they both yell at each other to leave because they are both secret superheroes but don’t know about the other and then both have their costumes on and save the school together (but could the thing attacking the school be after the reader and say something like ‘ready to die Y/N’ while he has her in a tough spot but Peter saves her)]]

I’m having so much fun writing these, and I hope that you readers are enjoying these stories as well ♡ I made a few changes to the original request, so I hope that’s okay with you, anon!

also, i apologize if this isn’t that great ✧*。ヾ(。>﹏<。)ノ゙✧*。 i’ve never been too good at writing action scenes, so lmao f o r g i v e m e …!!

tags: {anonymous}

{{request status: still open}}

don’t repost/plagiarize! reblogs are fine!


Originally posted by marveldaily

Hiding the fact that you had a superhero alter-ego was extremely exhausting, especially now that you were dating the boy of your dreams, Peter Parker. 

Not only did you have to literally work to keep a low profile, but you had to make sure that despite everything, Peter was always to remain safe and sound away from your enemies. 

The people in Queens thought that there was only a single masked vigilante working to protect the city, but they didn’t know about the existence of Zero, your alter ego, until (sadly) just recently. 

Zero was a hero whom was swift and graceful. Instead of attracting loads of attention like the infamous Spider-Man, you preferred to work in the shadows, always remaining hidden from the public eye. 

When working as your alter ego, you were highly efficient in your use of weaponry such as knives (and the occasional gun). You prided yourself on how you were able to aim at your enemies with a high accuracy and how you were able to remain incognito and unknown for the most part. 

There was just a tiny problem that you had, and that problem took the form of your self proclaimed rival and enemy Ryu. Now, being the smart girl that you were, you knew that Ryu was not his real name and was merely an alias. All you knew about him was that he liked to play with dynamite and bombs a bit too much and always wore a dragon mask coupled with a hoodie to help with further hiding his identity. 

You couldn’t count the numerous times when you would explore the city, only to have your recon session be interrupted by this fucking guy. He would cause a shit ton of collateral damage, and each time he made an appearance, he would cause a bit more attention to be shown on you. 

Who is that girl? 

Do you think she’s working with Spider-Man?

And what’s up with the pyromaniac- SHIT HE’S GOT A FUCKING BOMB, RUN!

Because of Ryu, you had no choice but to let the whole city know of your presence in Queens. After all, if that tool was around, then you’d have to clean up after his mess. 

For the last couple of times you had to fight with Ryu, Spider-Man would make a cameo and tag team with you to take him out. This made you a bit disappointed, since now that you were seen with Spider-Man, there was no way in hell that you could ever remain off anyone’s radar like you had been doing for the past 8 months. 

Honestly, just thinking about him was making you feel sluggish. 

With what felt like the millionth yawn today, you open your locker and grab the textbooks you needed for your last couple of classes. You hoped that today would be a peaceful day without Ryu’s startling appearance wrecking your life. When you close your locker, you jolted a bit upon seeing Peter standing next to you, “Hey babe. Did you miss me?” 

“Quit being such a dork!” You playfully slap his shoulder, “Seriously, you nearly gave me a heart attack.” 

“Sorry babe.” Peter places a quick kiss against your forehead, looking with adoration into your eyes before clearing his throat, “Uhm, so I was wondering, tonight do you wanna hang out at my place? We can make a pillow fort in the living room and cuddle while watching cheesy movies?” 

“Peter Parker, that sounds like an amazing plan! I would love to hang out at your place.” 

Leaning closer to him, you give him a sweet kiss, about to wrap your arms around his neck when a piercing scream interrupts your tender moment with Peter. 

You and Peter immediately break away from the kiss, seeing hundreds of students running toward you as you saw an explosion from a few feet away. 


You tense up and nearly hiss in annoyance, but manage to keep your reaction in check since you were standing beside Peter. At the same time, you and Peter face each other and shout: 

“Peter, you’ve got to get out of here!”

“[Name], you have to run!” 

A confused expression crosses both of your features, “What?”

“ZERO!” Cue another explosion, and you were practically panicking now as you shoved Peter away from you, “Fine, I’m getting out of here, but you better do the fucking same!” 

“JUST SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF HERE [NAME]! DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME AND FOCUS ON YOURSELF!” Peter practically shouts at you before running off. 

You and Peter avoid the crowd of panicked students before running in the opposite direction. Without looking back, you enter the girl’s bathroom and lock the door, searching through your backpack for your Zero costume. It takes you a total of five minutes to don your wolf mask, jet black hoodie and matching jeans. You complete the look with your boots and quickly grab your array of knives before shoving your clothes into the backpack and shoving the bag into one of the stalls. 

Ready to face Ryu, you adjust your mask and exit the bathroom while shouting his name, “YO ASSHOLE! I’M HERE, COME AND GET ME!” 

You felt a presence from behind you and immediately raised up your legs, blocking Ryu’s punch as he laughed maniacally in response, “Haha! You’ve gotten better Zero!” 

You make a backflip, swiftly avoiding Ryu’s next attack as you glared at him, “How the fuck did you manage to find me?” 

You could practically feel him sneering from beneath his mask, “Let’s just say that I have my ways. But enough chitchat, let’s get down to business now.” 

Remaining in a defensive position, you think about what his next move would be. While you considered your next course of action, Ryu suddenly reaches into the pocket of his jeans before hurling two dark balls at you. 

Smoke was immediately emitted as you began to cough profusely. Your senses were compromised as the strong stench of the smoke began to singe your throat. Unable to defend yourself, you were immediately tackled to the ground with Ryu staying on top of you. When the smoke clears, you realize that he had you pinned against the linoleum floors as a shit eating grin adorned his features. 

“Oh, this is such a wonderful day for me! I’ve always hated people who think that they can change the world through selfless acts and kindness alone. Seeing you and that damn Spiderboy on the news really fucking irritates me.” A dark chuckle fills the air when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “Are you ready to bring me the greatest joy and die in my arms, [Full Name]?” 

Through your periphery, you see a momentary flash of red and blue before Ryu was suddenly ripped away from you. Taking advantage of the situation, you quickly get up to see Spider-Man beside you, “Are you okay?”

You blink, somehow feeling as though Spidey’s voice was familiar to you. Shaking your head to come out of your daze, you answer, “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a little shocked that he knows me.”

“ARGH! GODDAMN YOU, [NAME]!” You hear Ryu’s rapidly approaching footsteps coming toward you, only to be stopped by Spider-Man as he shot his web directly into Ryu’s mask. His actions cause the delinquent to fall down against the floor, and when Ryu’s arms were outstretched beside him, Spider-Man made sure that he couldn’t move and placed a copious amount of his webbing on Ryu’s hands to make sure that he couldn’t escape. 

“Fuck, what the hell is this thing?! Why can’t I break free?!!”

Spider-Man takes a hold of your hand, making you follow him as he ran away from Ryu’s helpless body on the ground, “Come on, I hear sirens approaching the school. We gotta get you out of here-”

“Wait! I n-need to get my stuff!” You yank your hand away from Spider-Man’s hold before running toward the bathroom. With your backpack in hand, you return to Spider-Man’s side and gesture toward the exit, “Come on, let’s go-”

Before you could take another step, a strong hold on your wrist stops you, forcing you to look back at the masked vigilante. 

“You…You’re really [Name], aren’t you?” You hear Spider-Man quietly murmur, and the same nostalgic feeling fills you when you turn to look at him. “S-Spidey, do you know me? And do I…do I know you?”

He chuckles and grabs your waist, slowly pulling you toward him, “I should hope so. I mean, I’m your boyfriend after all.” 

Your eyes widen with a sudden epiphany, “Peter-”

“Ssh! Shut up!” He grabs on to you and begins running out of the school, “We’ll talk about this later, back at my place.”   


There was something comforting about having your boyfriend treat your bruises while in the privacy of his room. 

You guys remain quiet when Peter began rubbing some heating ointment on your injuries. Both of you had changed out of your alter ego’s uniform, and you felt as though a weight had been lifted when Peter realized that you were Zero (and vice versa). 

When he finishes bandaging your wrist, Peter holds up your hands to press a kiss against the back of it, “[Name], you don’t know how relieved I feel to know that you- that you’re Zero. I mean, I’ve always, always admired your style and how you dealt with criminals- and I just, wow.” 

“I could say the same thing about you, Peter Parker.” You lean in to press a kiss against his forehead, “To think that you were the amazing Spider-Man this whole time…I’m honestly in awe and so fucking proud of you.”

He smiles and rests his head against yours, gently nuzzling his nose against your skin when he asks, “How long have you been Zero?”

“For about 8 months. How long have you been Spider-Man?” 

“For about a year.” 

You smile and nuzzle his nose in return. You each remained in close proximity to each other, whispering about what made you become a hero to begin with (so that Aunt May wouldn’t be able to hear). In the end, you felt proud at the fact that you and Peter shared the same reasons of becoming a hero.

I just want to save and help as many people as I can.  

After a few seconds, Peter begins to chuckle before wrapping his arms around you. Once you were pulled flushed against his chest, he kisses the top of your head and admits, “I’m so happy. Now, I don’t have to worry about your safety because I know that you can protect yourself.”

“Same, Peter, same.” You giggle and lean up to kiss him once more, “You know, I’m pretty sure that you helped me arrest Ryu back there. I have a strong feeling that we won’t have to deal with him anymore.” 

Peter laughs at your statement, “Agreed.” 

“So how about you and I form a permanent alliance? We can be like the Avengers, just 1,000 times cooler.” 

Your boyfriend flashes you a beautiful smile before nodding in agreement, “I think I’d like that.” 


2800 Miles Away (Song-Fic)

Leonardo (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: Thank you for requesting!! I made this into a semi-song fic because I found a great song for it.

Prompt: “How about something with ether Leo or Donnie where the reader (their crush) goes to school out of state and they return in the summer and surprise the boys. But they’re different somehow (their hair is shorter or their more fit or they gained weight, etc)”

Song: Blackbear - N Y L A

Word count: 1075

Warnings: Sadness

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

“I have a question. So like, when something is suspicious we say ‘Something smells fishy’. Why do we do that? Why is fish-smell suspicious? What did the fish do?” Leonardo looked up at you from his place on the couch, a small, confused smile on his face.

“I’m going to miss you, and your stupidity.” Rolling your eyes, you sat next to him, giving him half of you sandwich and taking a bite of your own.

“I know you will.”

You were going on an exchange program with your school, you were to leave for LA that night, and you weren’t happy about it. Your parents thought it would be good for you, and signed you up for the whole summer with three other people you didn’t even talk to.

You’re in New York / I’m in LA

You looked down at Leo’s sleeping form on your couch, leaning down and kissing his forehead softly. Neither of you were together, but you were best friends. You hadn’t had the heart to wake him up. He’d never been apart from you for so long, especially without anyway to contact you. His phone’s service didn’t really reach that far.

We’re oceans away / I’ll be asleep at the time you’re awake

He didn’t want you to leave. He couldn’t function without you there, his head wasn’t right, and he felt like he wasn’t in control of everything. He’d gotten up from the couch at 1AM, finding the note in your kitchen. ‘I love you, I’ll see you in 3 months.’

He knew there was a way to get out of it; he got Donnie to find out the program online. Leo was hurt that you didn’t even take it into consideration. You just brushed it off.

He wouldn’t stop you; he could tell you wanted to go, even though every time he asked, you denied it, saying you’d rather spend your summer with him.

I know that you’re hurt / But I’ll make it work / I’ll make you stay

He couldn’t make you stay. You left, and the door was still unlocked, the key still in the door. Kissing the note, he went back to the couch, and sat there for a while before getting up and leaving quietly. It was too hard to be in there without you.

I’m in L.A. / You’re in New York

You got to your room in the big house you were staying in. It was like something from a movie, tall ceilings, and big rooms. But it wasn’t New York. It wasn’t your cramped studio apartment with a broken toilet and a bed too big for the tiny bedroom. It wasn’t home. 

I missed you today / So bad that it hurts

You cried into your pillow for God knows how long. You were pretty sure the people you were staying with thought you were crazy. You should’ve woken him up. You should’ve said goodbye. You should’ve done a lot of things. But you didn’t and you were going to regret it for the next 3 months.

My heart it burns, yes it burns / 2800 miles away / And I’ll be asleep by the time you’re awake / So I’m calling to say

He tried calling your cell countless of times, he’d even gotten Donnie to try and broaden the connection, but he could only reach Chicago if he stood on the couch with his hand in the air. Leo tried to keep himself preoccupied, and tried to ignore the searing pain he felt whenever Mikey mentioned you, or Raph asked how you were. Leo didn’t know, and it’d been a whole month. You could be hurt, and you could be sad. Or worse, you could be happy and forgotten all about him.

That’s what hurt the most. The tiny possibility that you were so happy over there that you didn’t care to come back. 

I’ll make you stay / Until that day I’m one plane ride away 

The hair on the ground covered your feet, sticking to them as you paced back and forth in the grand bathroom of this unknown house. You missed him so much it hurt. If it was a week, fine, but it had already been 2 and you couldn’t keep up the happy smiles anymore. You need to be home, in Leonardo’s arms. 

Do you feel the same? / Do you feel the same?

He was a wreck without you, but like you, was too proud to show it. He kept up his confident, serious appearance, but behind closed doors he was a lost puppy, needing a home. His home. He needed you.

Hearing a tap against the wooden door of his room, he hoarsely shouted that he’d be out in a second, wiping away any tears on his face.

He was taking too long; he was stalling. How can he face his brothers again after crying for hours straight? He had his good days, where he would carry on like normal, but then he’d have his really bad days, where all he wants to do it hold you and hear you tell him it’ll be alright.

Another knock, and then another. It became irritating very quickly. Groaning he got up and swung the door open to reveal you. 

I’ll make you stay / Until that day I’m one plane ride away

You were in his arms, on the floor; both of you just holding each other in his doorway.

Your hair was shorter, your makeup was darker and you were a hell of a lot thinner then when he last saw you. You were different, but your hugs weren’t any different, your chin on his shoulder wasn’t any different and your eyes. Your beautiful eyes, still the same color that left. He smiled, and you smiled. And that’s when he kissed you, and you kissed him back.

You deserve better - Luke Hemmings

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Word Count: 2,1k 

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up Audiences, mentions of low self-esteem.

Request: “can you write something about luke and the reader being at some event and there’s lot of pretty girls and the reader starts to feel insecure about herself and thinking luke deserves better than her, but then he shows her how much he loves her?”

Summary: Being the girlfriend of Luke Hemmings from 5sos was never easy. Especially when you have already your own issues. What happens when Luke finds out about them though?

A/N: I really liked this request and tried to keep it clean for the most part. I really hope you like (even though I know it may not be the best). If you liked it, like/reblog the post (it helps me as a writer to know that you liked it) and don’t forget to leave me your thoughts and comments in my inbox. It helps me improve my writing and motivates me to keep going! 

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shiny-rock-is-indestructable  asked:

How 'bout a scenario where s/o is on a date with long time bf Jotaro. Jotaro is so sweet and he stops time to stare at his beloved while they watch fireworks. He loves the look in their eyes with the vivid colors, but s/o knows him well enough to tell when he has stopped time, causing him to blush and hide under his hat when they bring it up.


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Summary: The one where Cheryl interrupts B&V in a bathroom stall

Word Count: 1,078

Rating: PG-13 (smutty but nothing extremely explicit…)

A/N: anon request! changed it up a bit though.


The door to the bathroom crashed open. Veronica’s head popped in and within seconds, Betty was being pulled into the bathroom along with her. “Betty shut the door.” Veronica asked, and without so much as a sound Betty did as she was instructed. “Do you seriously think we have time before first period?” Betty muttered while Veronica checked under the stalls. “We’ll make time.” The pair had practically claimed the Riverdale bathrooms as theirs. Whenever people saw them disappear into one together they knew to stay clear. This one in particular smelled faintly of cinnamon rolls and hand sanitizer. Both girls didn’t mind, just glad it didn’t smell like pee. If they had the choice they would have used the handicapped stall, simply because it gave them more room to work with. The hand rails were an added bonus. A big white sign was plastered over the handicapped stall door, ‘out of order.’ Betty huffed, “Figures we pick the bathroom with the out of order stall.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

The blonde was caught off guard when she was pulled into the stall next to it and pressed up against the, now closed, door. “Whoa there tiger.” Betty purred when she felt Veronica’s lips against her neck. Soft plump lips searched for any piece of exposed skin on her body. Veronica knew just the places to kiss her to make her knees weak. Veronica’s fingers ran through Betty’s hair seamlessly, loosening her ponytail as she pressed her lips against hers. Betty made a mental note to readjust her ponytail after this, she was not too keen on the idea of getting weird looks from her teachers. Her ponytail was always pristine, just how the blonde wanted it, a reflection of herself. All those thoughts of perfection flew right out of the window whenever Veronica and her were alone. Veronica always tasted slightly of mint, such a familiar taste by now. Betty kissed her deeper. Now it was Veronica nearly falling into the toilet, Betty all over her. “Goddamn it Elizabeth Cooper” the girl cursed. Fuck you Betty, she thought to herself. Fuck you for looking like that, for touching me like this. Veronica bit down hard on her lip to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyways. Her moan only served to boost Betty’s confidence. Veronica liked to be on top, she wasn’t the submissive type, but she let Betty take control in this very heated moment.

The height difference was more obvious each time they found themselves in these high school bathrooms. Betty kissed over the exposed bit of Veronica’s neck, just as Veronica had done to her only moments before. Betty earned another moan from Veronica, louder than the previous. The blonde’s soft lips traveled over Veronica’s neck, tilting it to the side so she could gain even more access. Take control of me, Veronica thought to herself. Betty dominating her was sexier than she ever thought it could be. Maybe, just maybe, Veronica would be the submissive more often.  Betty’s hands palmed Veronica’s breasts through her checkered J. Crew dress. No doubt there would be a hand print on this dress that no amount of dry cleaning and pressing would be able to get rid of. Betty was just so…aggressive…sometimes. Veronica shrugged off the thought, the dress wasn’t all that important. If it had somehow ended up on the disgusting bathroom floor, she wouldn’t mind much at all. Everything Betty did was flowing right through her bones like pure ecstasy. When Veronica felt her lace panties pushed to the side and two of Betty’s slender fingers enter her, the feeling of ecstasy shot through the roof. Veronica’s breath hitched, “Betty…” she huffed, another loud moan filling the silent air around them. Veronica kissed over Betty’s face, trying to show her some sort of gratitude. Betty was awfully quiet, and Veronica was the one being so damn loud. “V, quiet.” Betty mumbled against the girls’ desperate red tainted lips, her lipstick partially worn off from kissing Betty’s face. Betty kissed Veronica, to shut her up. As much as she loved the moaning, desperate, wet, submissive Veronica, Betty wasn’t too fond of getting caught in this bathroom fingering her girlfriend.

“Who knew you were so loud, V.” Betty laughed. Veronica attempted to challenge Betty but failed horribly when another one of Betty’s fingers slipped into her. “Fuc-” Veronica nearly shouted, being cut off once again by Betty’s lips. The damn handle to flush the toilet was digging into Veronica’s back even more so than before. She struggled to relieve the stabbing feeling in her back. The pain was relieved by Betty, who pulled her off the handle only to push her harder against the wall. Veronica laughed, “Just when I thought you might let up.” Betty shook her head, “When have you ever known me to let up when I’m three fingers deep in you?” A raised eyebrow countered Veronica.

A loud slam came from outside the stall, “Fuck.” Betty whispered, her fingers leaving Veronica feeling empty once again. A soft whimper followed. Soon came a knock on the stall door, Cheryl’s usual bitchy tone broke the silence, “What the hell are you sluts doing in there?!” Betty rolled her eyes, sensing that Veronica did too. Just like Cheryl to come and ruin their fun. Veronica grabbed Betty’s wrist, giving her the usual eyes she gave the blonde whenever she was going to take care of things. Betty, astonishingly, shook Veronica’s hand off and slammed the stall door open, coming face to face with a shocked Cheryl. Betty’s face was covered in red lipstick, her body standing dead center between Veronica’s spread legs. Veronica was surprised at Betty’s behavior, a soft blush appearing on her face when Cheryl looked at her.

“Care to join?” The usually shy, non-confrontational Betty snapped at Cheryl. Cheryl looked her up and down, eyes still wide, grabbing the stall door and closing it behind her. “I’ll leave you two alone…” Her voice was shaky. She certainly hadn’t expected to encounter that. Everyone had suspected that Betty and Veronica were fucking in the school bathrooms, among other places, but no one had ever caught them in the act. As soon as Cheryl left the bathroom, the girls burst out in a fit of laughter. “Think she was turned on by us?” Betty asked, helping Veronica up off of the toilet. Veronica nodded her head fervently, “Who wouldn’t be? We’re hot.”

Oath | Ch.26 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by berry852

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Word count: 3,891

Far away from the curious eyes of the by-standers in the lobby, you were now protected by the walls of Taehyung’s VIP apartment adorned with paintings, each giving the feeling that it would hold enough value to keep you jobless and well fed for at least half of your lifetime. You didn’t pay much attention to the details that made this place the last time you were here. And for good reasons. But now avoiding Taehyung’s eyes made for the perfect opportunity to appreciate this place in its full glory. The walls were made of marble, some white, some black, the floor of a deep, shiny black that seemed to pull you in. It gave the feeling of an art museum rather than that of a place to crash. Everything was made of clean cuts, simple yet fancy, giving off strong masculine vibes.

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Bonnie & Clyde - pt 2

Originally posted by sugaglos

These shoes were ruined, great.

Throwing your bags down onto the floor, you mumbled insults about him, picking out some clothes and heading to the shower.

After cleaning all the dirt off your skin, you went to find your father.

He was sitting in his study with the door open, indicating the you could enter.

“Daddy?…” you called.

He looked up from his laptop. “What do you need baby doll?”

The nickname he gave you had stuck since you were a kid. Yoongi saying it before, caught you off guard. You wondered what your father would have done, had he heard.

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anonymous asked:

79. For Shiro and can I request that they get trapped somewhere together. If not that's okay thank you.

kyoootee!! in this drabble (not really anymore) SHIRO IS THE SAME AGE AS YOU.

The smell of alcohol. Tipsy and drowsy voices oozing from the bar. 

Unfortunately, you were one of those voices

You’d only take one shot. One. You even promised Pidge and Allura you’d be sober the time you came back to your dorm. 

Well, you obviously took more than one.

Luckily, the rescuer came due to a worried call from Allura - “She could be passed out right now”, she protested - the faithful Takashi Shirogane.

Once Shiro stepped into the bar, a whole different atmosphere hit him. “Damn,” he whistled, taking in all of it. He wore casual attire - simple black denim jeans, some Nike sneakers, and a military green jacket slung over his tank top(ed? tanktopped?) shoulder. Focus. Find Y/N.

“Excuse me, but have you seen a girl with ____ hair?” Shiro asked the sober bartender, “Really easy to spot; she possibly broke the bar’s record for the amount of shots taken in one sitting..” He stopped when he saw her grin widely, her white teeth sparkling in the dim lights. 

“She’s in the bathroom,” she gestured to the women’s restroom, “she’s a fucking legend.” Her name - Sandra - got called from the other side of the room. “We’re closing soon, thougn, so be careful.” She winked at Shiro and walked away. 

So Shiro reluctantly walked up to the girl’s bathroom and slipped in quietly, with nobody noticing.

“Y/N?” He tried not to yell, leveling his voice so it didn’t show how fucking scared he was to be seen here.

Allura was right. You were knocked out in a stall, the door half open. Sighing with relief, Shiro gently shook you awake. 

Wait what th- the fu-” 

“Y/N, it’s me, Shiro. I’m going to take you home-” He’d been stopped and yelped in surprise as you fell onto him with all your weight. You had been seated on top of the toilet seat and when you fell you had knocked the two of you onto the ground, exposing your faces (the stalls don’t go all the way down so you can see people’s feet :D). 

“Y/N? I need you to get up -”

NooOo! Y/N wants to stay.”

“Shiro wants to leave, and I’m taking you with me.” His eyes glistened with determination, grunting as he struggled with you. I need to get her on my back so she can piggyback me.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Shiro, to his terror, heard the bathroom door lock switch, the noise loud and clear.

You screamed. Shiro fumbled for his phone and turned the flashlight on.

“We stuck, space captain?” Your words were still slurred.

“Afraid so. I can try to call Keith or Allura.”

Giggling, you grasped his hand to his surprise. He flinched at your touch. “Y/N, I need to get us out of here..”

“Let’s stay here.” your laughing eyes stared up at him, your crooked smile prettier than anything in the whole world.. And at that moment, Shiro was done. He’d hidden feelings for you, certain that you had a crush on Keith. His heart had been stabbed, his eyes wild with lust. 

“This is your fault, by the way.”

Shiro dropped his phone as he leaned down to put his lips on yours. Obviously, you were unconscious of anything you were doing because - you were drunk. So you kissed him back. And damn, did it feel good. His warm tongue was hungry, wanting to devour you. You made noises loud enough to echo across the whole college campus.

He let go of you after what seemed like sweet seconds, the two of you panting heavily. There was a loud bang on the door, and the second savior of the night appeared. Pidge’s smirk was obvious. They’d heard all of it. 

“Hey Piidge,” you said drowsily, then dropped your head onto Shiro’s lap in exauhstion.

“I swear Pidge, if you tell anyone-”

“Oh, I won’t.”



pride was good and as usual i forgot to take selfies bc i get lost in the moment
BUT i got a demi flag and i love it
also got to take a selfie w/ the wtnv ALL HAIL poster bc they are coming next month and i am PUMPED (still have to listen to that new episode though i am stalling)