stupid big idiot i hate you

pretty boy ☾ peter parker

summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.

wc : 1.4k 

  Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing. 

   Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion. 

    He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face. 

   “Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.” 

    “Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?” 

   “Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh. 

   “You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose. 

   “I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek. 

   “What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.” 

    “I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree. 

   You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment. 

     You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible. 

    Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck. 

   “You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.” 

   “C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.” 

   “I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair. 

  “We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you. 

   “I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest. 

   “Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?” 

   “Oh, I’m very happy.” 

   “I hate you.” 

   “Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt. 

   “Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for? 

Everyone thinks Keith and Pidge would be cryptic buddies, but let’s be real,,, They would disagree on EVERYTHING:

•"Bigfoot wouldn’t live in a warm climate, you IDIOT!! He would be farther north, obviously?!“
•"A COLDER CLIMATE?! HES BIG FOOT NOT BIG COAT HE WOULD FREEZE!!”

•"Nessie is female??“
•"How would YOU know, Keith?? Do you have something to tell me?!?”

•"Lance… do you think stereotypical alien exist?“
•"Keith, if Pidge doesn’t think so, tHEN DONT INTERRUPT OUR MAKE OUT SESSIONS WITH STUPID QUESTIONS THAT THEY ALREADY ANSWERED!!”
•"I HATE THIS FUCKING RELATIONSHIP!“
•"You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”
•"Aw man.“

•"WELL WELL WELL PIDGE HMMMMM LOOK WHO I JUST MET. A GREEN, BLACK EYED ALIEN.”
•"Keith, please, just,,, drop the whole alien thing, we meet aliens everyday.“
•"Admit I’m right.”
•"OVER MY DEAD BOD- wait, THATS JUST LANCE COVERED IN SPACE GOO!?“
•*running* "SHIT, ABORT MISSION!!”

More Deaf!Lance ideas

“I seriously don’t know what you’re trying to tell me..!” Keith hissed at Lance. Lance began to sign /Tell me- do you hate me? Do you hate me, Keith? Would you prefer if I get the implant? Keith please answer me!/
Keith backed away but Lance repeated the sign for cochlear implant until he got frustrated.
  The tan male pulled at his hair, tears welling up in his eyes.
  Keith tried to pull Lance’s hands away but Lance began to scream.
  Keith tried his best to get Lance to calm down, but he just didn’t know what he wanted.

Hunk quickly ran into the scene and held Lance close, rocking him a bit. Lance’s screams had died down a bit. He was now just gasping for air and choking on his sobs.
Hunk began to sign to Lance /what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?/
   Lance signed back /Do you think if I get the implant Keith would like me? Do you think I would be happy? I bet he hates me. Being deaf only adds on to it, huh?/
Keith frowned, “What’s he saying?”
  Hunk sighed softly, “He’s thinking about getting the cochlear implant.”
“Why?” Keith asked.
“He thinks you would like him if he could hear like you,” Hunk answered, “He thinks you hate him and being deaf only adds to your hatred.”
  “I don’t hate Lance! Yes, he can get a bit cocky and likes to tease me about my hair and crap- but I could never hate him!” Keith looked to Lance. The Cuban hid his face into Hunk’s shirt.

Lance began to sign /He hates me right?/
Hunk shook his head, /buddy no- he doesn’t. He doesn’t hate you./
Keith spoke slowly, “I don’t hate you.”

  You hate me! He hates me! I know he hates putting up with me! He hates me so much! Lance’s signing was fast and desperate. /Why do you guys even put up with me? I’m just an idiot. A big idiot. I am so worthless. I’m just a crybaby. I’m a nobody./

Hunk spoke while he signed, /“No one thinks you’re stupid. You’re not an idiot. You’re my best friend, Lance.”/
Lance bursted into tears. Keith felt guilt twisting a knot into his stomach. Damn.
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I watched a documentary at school where the idea of getting a cochlear implant was a very controversial topic/idea.
Most of the deaf believed getting one meant that you did not embrace the deaf culture and you don’t want to be part of it.

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@jamiiton because I know you love kind of stuff.


“Thomas, it’s fine, I don’t need to-”

“No! Who said that? I’m gonna beat the shit out of them!” Thomas shouted, pacing across the teen’s bedroom. “Who was it, Alex? Was it Adams? I bet it was fucking Adams, he’s always up to some shit like this…”

“Thomas,” Alexander said gently, standing up from his bed and grabbing the other teen’s wrist. “It’s fine. They were just being stupid. I knew I shouldn’t have told you, because now you’re upset, and you know that I hate seeing you feeling like that.”

“Alex, how I feel doesn’t matter! They aren’t allowed to call you that!”

“It’s not a big deal, Thomas.”

“Yes it is! I-”

“Thomas, I know that I’m a fat fucking idiot, it’s fine, it doesn’t matter what they call me, because I already know!” Alexander interrupted, turning Thomas around to face him. Thomas’s look of fury was quickly replaced by one of desperation, something he somehow hadn’t realized.

“No, no, no, Lex… You aren’t-”

“Yes I am! I know that I am, and it’s fine because denying it won’t change a-any-anything-” Alexander tried to protests, being cut off by his own sobs. Thomas quickly pulled Alexander for a warm embrace, rubbing small circles into his boyfriend’s back.

“Darling, you are the most handsome boy in the whole school. It doesn’t matter what idiots like Adams say, because I know that it isn’t true. You’re smart, and amazing, and you could convince a calm, confidant man to lose his temper and shoot you.”

“Y-you could have anyone,” Alexander sobbed into Thomas’s jacket, soaking it with his tears. “W-why do you e-even stay with m-me?”

“Because even though I could have anyone, as you so claim, has it ever occurred to you that you’re the only person I want to be with?”

“P-promise?”

“Promise.

Warning(s): Swearing
Author’s note: This was a prompt that had to do with finding love letters. I can’t seem to find it, so I’m unable to give credit to the prompt creator. I’m sorry. (Also I’m sorry this is short I promise I’ve got a long one coming out soon.)
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You found the letters hidden in Sebastian’s desk drawer. You honestly hadn’t meant to find them, you were looking for a pen so you could write a grocery list down, but in the left top drawer, sitting in a neat pile was a stack of papers. You probably wouldn’t have paid a bit of attention to them had your name not caught your eye on one of them. You looked around the room and bit your lip deciding if you should read them or not. You really didn’t even mean to, but you picked up one of the squares of stationary and noticed another one right underneath it that looked almost identical this happened over and over again until you no longer saw the decretive stationary, only the dark wood of the desk. You gathered the stack in your hand and sat down in the large padded chair and decided that you would just read the first one. It was only a couple lines, what’s the harm?

Dear (Y/N),
We had our first date yesterday. You looked like a piece of artwork. You always do.

It cut off there and you let out a little laugh. The handwriting was clearly that of Sebastian’s. You could picture him sitting at his desk writing it and cringing at his own work before shoving it into the top drawer of his desk to never be seen again. The next pad of stationary beckoned you.

Dear (Y/N),
I’m not a photographer but I can picture you and I together.

That one was crumpled. You moved to the next one.

Dear (Y/N),
I heard that writing letters is more romantic than texts so here I am. I don’t know enough words to possibly convey how much you mean to but I’m going to try and this is the stupidest letter I’ve ever written in my fucking life.

You kept reading them.

Dear (Y/N),
I didn’t even spell your name correctly in this one. Something is telling me that I should start writing these in pencil.

Dear (Y/N),
I was wrong this looks stupid in pencil.

Deer (Y/N),
I wrote the wrong dear in this one. I hate myself.

You could almost hear him as if he was reading these to you. The picture of him now hunched over his desk with a hand on his forehead trying to formulate the words to say was ever present in your mind as you read on.

Dear (Y/N),
It’s the day after our first date. This should’ve been the day I was mailing this to you, but alas, I am an idiot who never plans ahead.

A big glob of dried black ink punctuated the end of that one. You could picture his frustrated groan as the words flowed just wrote but the aesthetic of the white stationary was ruined. Another piece of the ruined paper was stuck to the back of it.

Dear (Y/N),
You know what, I think I’m just going to buy you a card. I don’t know what I’ll say in it, but I guess I’ll figure it out.

He did buy you a card. You remembered it, it was packed away somewhere as you had yet to totally unpack all your things from the move. It was the first time someone had ever bought you a card to thank you for going out on a date with them. It was a pink gradient color with some cheesy thank you joke written on it and you remembered knowing he was for sure “The One” the day that he slipped it into your hand. You smiled at the memory and carefully placed the letters back into their drawer, making sure to neatly fold them as they were when you’d found them. You were still smiling as you left the room.

Hockey Camp - Auston Matthews (Part 3)

Auston Matthews x Reader

Word Count: 1284

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, sex

[Part 1] [Part 2]

PART THREE

You hold your breath, waiting for Auston to move, to say something else. The air around you feels like it will burst at any moment.

His hand moves from you ear to cup your jaw. His thumb rubs gently across your cheekbone, and you close your eyes, savouring his touch.

Before he can do anything else, before he can lean across and close the distance between the two of you, you whisper: “Auston.”

“Yeah?” His voice is low, raspy.

“Not now. Not like this.” You open your eyes to look at him.

For a second, a flicker of disappointment crosses his face, but then he nods. You’re both drunk. “Okay.”

“We should probably head back anyways.” You hit the home button on your phone. “It’s already 1am and we have a morning skate again tomorrow.”

He groans, rubbing his face with his hands. “Don’t remind me.”

You stand up, shoving your wet feet into your flip flops. You hold out your hand and help Auston up. He wobbles slightly.

“How much did you have to drink?” you tease him.

“Oh, shut-up. I’m a big guy, I can handle my liquor.”

“Yes, you big strong men and your beer.”

“Somehow I don’t think you mean that as a compliment.”

You laugh, and after he slides his shoes back on, you two begin your way back to camp.

When you reach the end of the dock, Auston stops.

“What?”

Auston doesn’t say anything, and you look up at him, confused. In the dark, you can barely make out the flush that has spread across his cheeks.

“I’mscaredofthedark,” he says so low and quickly you don’t understand at first.

“You’re scared?”

He nods quickly, avoiding your eyes. Your heart squeezes.

“Okay - okay, that’s fine. I’m here.” You reach over and grab his hand and lace your fingers through his. “I’ll lead the way.”

He grips your hand tighter and nods. Then, the two of you walk, hand in hand, all the way back to the campgrounds.


When you reach the middle part of the path that separates the male cabins from the female cabins, you give his hand a squeeze before letting go.

“I guess I’ll see you in the morning.” You shove your hands in the pockets of your jean shorts and rock back on your heels awkwardly.

He coughs. “Um, yeah. I guess you will.”

“Goodnight, Auston.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He smiles softly, and you turn around, creeping quietly up the stairs to the cabin.

The room is dark, and you blink several times as your eyes adjust. You can just make out the sleeping form of Steph curled underneath her blanket.

You quickly pop over to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and your hair before sneaking back to the bedroom and climbing into bed. But apparently you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were, as Steph turns over on her side to face you.

“What time is it?” she asks sleepily.

“I don’t know, like 1:30 or something? Sorry for waking you.”

You hear her comforter shift as she moves. “Nah, I was in one of those half-dream, half-awake kinda states. Couldn’t really sleep until I knew you were back safe.”

Guilt overwhelms you. “Listen, Steph…”

“I’m sorry.” She beats you to it. “I know how important hockey is to you, and I know making the CWHL has been your goal since you were a toddler. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Steph, no. No, I’m the one who should be apologizing. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that and accused you of being lazy and not working hard, because you train harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You inspire me every day to be a better person. I just…I need to find a balance between life and hockey. I get it now. I really do. And I’m -”

“Y/N, I forgive you.”

You blink back tears you didn’t realize had welled up in your eyes. “You do?”

“Yeah, you big idiot. You’re my best friend, I’m not gonna let some stupid fight come between us.”

“Thank goodness. I’d thought you’d hate me forever.”

You can’t see her face, but you know Steph is rolling her eyes. “Never. Hockey buddies forever, remember?”

You reach across the dark stretch of space between your beds and hook your pinky finger with hers.

“Hockey buddies forever.”

You roll back over onto your back, tired and ready for sleep. You close your eyes and feel yourself begin to drift off.

Steph has other plans, though. “So where did you go anyways? I didn’t see Auston at the bonfire.”

“Hmm, strange,” you mumble, feigning nonchalance.

“Yeah, it certainly is strange, considering you weren’t there either.”

“Very strange.”

“You’re gonna tell me, right?”

“Mhmpf.”

“Y/N,” she says sternly.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you, but in the morning. Just let me sleep.”

Steph makes a satisfied noise and you snuggle deeper into your comforter, pretending that the soft cotton is instead a set of strong arms wrapped around you.


Morning comes much too early, yet again. You wake to the sound of your alarm blaring across the room, feeling groggy and disoriented after barely four hours’ sleep. You and Steph get up, take one look at each other, and say: “Coffee.”

After rushing through getting ready, you and Steph quickly grab two cups of takeaway coffee from the mess hall before racing onto the bus last minute. The driver glares at the both of you.

“You’re late. Next time, I’ll leave without you.”

“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” you apologize.

“Better not.” The bus driver humphs and turns away.

You and Steph roll your eyes at each other and make your way to the back to sit down.

You’ve not taken more than two sips of coffee before Steph demands you tell her everything that happened last night.

“There’s really not much to tell,” you say, hoping she’ll give up and ask you later when you’re more awake.

“Liar. You’re blushing again.”

“No I’m not!” you deny, even though you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m just getting all red because you’re confronting me about nothing!”

“Uh-huh. So kissing lover boy counts as nothing?”

“We didn’t kiss!”

“Oh, so you were with Auston last night. Now you’ll admit it.”

“Keep your voice down,” you whisper, looking nervously around at the other girls on the bus.

Steph grins, having way too much fun embarrassing you. “So what did you do then?”

“We went for a walk.” You stare straight ahead, trying to avoid eye contact and accidentally prolonging the uncomfortable conversation.

“Where?”

“To the dock.”

“And what did you do by the dock?”

“Talk.”

“About what?”

“Hockey.”

“Seriously, that’s it? C’mon, there’s gotta be more to it.”

“Nope. It was strictly platonic, just two people chatting by the lake.”

Steph narrows her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”

You turn to look at her, putting on your best straight face. “We talked about hockey, and how he broke his femur last year, and how he also struggled with balancing life and hockey. He gave me some really good advice actually.”

“Oh,” Steph says, her face surprised. “Oh. None of my drunk conversations with a boy have ended up like that.”

“That’s because every boy you talk to when you’re drunk is a fuck boy.”

Steph frowns, considering this. “Yeah, why do I do that?”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know Steph, I don’t know.”

“I’ve got to get better at finding nicer guys, who don’t just want to get in my pants and actually want to talk to me.”

Alexis, hearing the tail end of your conversation, leans across the bus aisle. “Yeah, good luck with that.”

[Part 4]

Bold Text (Bellarke One shot)

A/N: Teen for swearing. Bellarke Modern AU, long distance, love confession

It was always easier to be bold over text. Words were almost meaningless without the tone behind them there to reinforce them. You could confess your love but it didn’t matter as much when they couldn’t see the tears in your eyes and the way you tore at your lip as you waited for a reply.

And so that’s why Bellamy did it.

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Can you imagine what a fight between D.va and Lucio would be like?

They storm off in opposite directions, they refuse to talk to one another. The whole overwatch group is baffled. Their two sun shine children aren’t happily laughing away.

This last for a solid three days and finally, finally dad 76 and mom mercy are the first to confront the two. Separately of course. An lucio and d.va are both hell bent on staying mad at each other.

Lucio tell 76 he won’t make up with her and she can push off for all he cares. He storms off Hana is no better she yells something in Korean in her rant and storms off too.

Two more days past Roadhog catches D.va looking longingly at itunes as Lucio new album is released. Something she was looking forward too before the fight. But is too stubborn to buy it and listen to it.

Junkrat catches Lucio browsing the internet, hovering over D.va active stream. Deciding whether or not to click on it. Only too sink into his seat on the couch with a groan.

Two more days past, Roadhog has had enough. He becomes the mediator that he was born to be. An during tea time, and after getting junkrat to behave a little. Roadhog pushes the subject of the fight. Hanas says she hates him and his music isn’t all that great. An of course roadhog is like; “You don’t really mean that. You don’t keep around stuff from people you hate.”

Hana face puffs up and goes slightly red. As if she was gonna throw a tantrum. Roadhog doesn’t expect her to start crying. And not just light tears no, a full on super soaker of tears. Hana nose becomes runny she gets the hiccups as she tries to say. She doesn’t really hate him and how she missed hanging out with him.

So roadhog gives her a tissues and pats her on the back. He then confronts lucio who unlike hana breaks out in tear almost immediately like a dam breaking. An Roadhog bring these two crying idiots together. Resulting in a big gross hug where lucio and d.va apologizing to each other.

“I didn’t mean it when i said you use hack while your playing video games!” Lucio sobs

“Your not a skrillex wannabe and your hairs not stupid!” Hana sobs.

Hibiki's Girl

A short one shot with the plot of “Jesse’s Girl” basically. ( i know Hibiki is a big asshole in this, but its all for story sake)

Nalu flffuy fluff sweet fluff

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Another Friday night, another half empty box of pizza, another match of Call of Duty- and another night without Lucy.

Natsu let out a sigh of frustration, dropping his controller beside him to wipe away the strain from his eyes.

He wasn’t jealous. Absolutely not. He was happy for his best friend since she finally got the boy of her dreams. Literally. She made an entire list of the boys she could possibly date in their grade, and his name was at the tippy top of the list.

Natsu was of course on that list as well, but he and the other boys were just last resorts to Hibiki.

He would remember her pacing around her room, swooning and sighing at his every action.

“He got me flowers, he showed up in a tux, he walked me to my door and gave me the sweetest kiss goodbye. It was so gross and cheesy and…and….” She squealed, falling onto her fluffy mattress right beside Natsu.

“I loved it all.” She sighed, in a daze as she stared up at her ceiling.

Her eyes twinkled and she had the most giddy blush across her cheeks.

“He’s uh…your real prince charming huh?” Natsu said, looking down at their hands, mere centimeters from each other.

“Yep…but you’re still my dragon.” She said, meeting his gaze.

Natsu couldn’t help the smirk that crept onto her face. She had called him that ever since middle school when he beat up an entire group of 8th graders that had been bullying her. Should he have used a hairspray flamethrower to scare them off? No. But they never bothered her again.

“Don’t forget it. If he upsets you, just say the word and I’ll gladly go to jail.” He chuckled.

“Natsu!” She snorted, hitting his shoulder.

Natsu grabbed her hand and twirled around, holding her in a suplex position as he lifted her off the bed.

“I SHALL PROTECT MY PRINCESS’S HONOR!” He roared, slamming them both into the pillows with a light bounce.

After finishing their burst of laughter, Lucy let out a happy sigh as she regained her spot beside him.

“You’ll still have time for us…right,Luce?” He said softly, brushing her bangs out of her eyes.

“Of course. You’re my best friend.” She smiled.

That was two weeks ago.

She had started sitting beside Hibiki at lunch, studying with him after school, and dates all weekend.

Time for him? Yeah right.

Hibiki was an another level compared to him. He wasn’t loud, rugged, or a troublemaker. He was the perfect, princely pretty boy that Lucy had always wanted since she was little.

The type of person that he could never be for her. Not Lucy.

She deserved someone who could take her to the fanciest restaurants and go on and on about literature. Someone who could take her to prom and have people say “they are such a beautiful couple” and not “how did he get her?”.

He was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

“Natsu?” He heard a faint whimper from his door.

“Yeah Lucy?” He turned nonchalantly.

He was greeted with the very person he had been thinking about. Except, her radiant smile was replaced with quivering lips along with runny makeup. Her hair was all matted, and her dress was disheveled. And to make it all worse, her eyes were filled with big wet tears.

“Lucy?!” He jumped, quickly grabbing the blanket at his side and wrapping it around her.

“What the hell happened to you?” He said in a worried tone.

“Hibiki….all he wanted…all he wanted to do was…” She sniffled.

Natsu’s eyes darkened, feeling something snap inside him.

“Oh no…” He said, quickly picking Lucy up without a second thought.

Heading to his room, he gingerly placed her body onto his bed, letting her sob into his pillow. He removed her heels and replaced them with his own fuzzy red slippers.

He felt his heart break as he watched her wipe the rest of the tears from her eyes and blow a bunch of snot into his blanket.

“What a fucking jerk. I should’ve known.” She snarled, taking her hair out of its messy braid.

“Put these on Luce.” Natsu said, handing her his shirt and sweatpants.

As she accepted them, Natsu stood up and began putting on his sweater.

“Where are you going?” She sniffled, wiping away some of her ruined mascara.

“Im gonna find Hibiki, kick his teeth in, chop his dick off, throw him into a wood chipper…and then pick up some icecream? Fudge Brownie is your favorite right? Just kidding, I know it is.” He laughed coldly.

“Whatever.” She snorted, waving her hand away as if he were playing.

“Do you think im joking Lucy?” He hissed, looking at her as he reached for the doorknob.

“Natsu….” She said softly, slowly getting off his bed as she walked toward him.

“I sent 5 8th graders to the hospital for calling you ugly. You don’t think I’ll do the same to that fucking pretty boy asshole? He won’t be cute after im done with-” he began, but was cut short as Lucy placed a finger over his lips.

He watched in confusion as her eyes began to water, and became even more confused as she let out a heartfelt laugh.

He let out a gasp of air as she glomped onto his torso, wrapping her arms around him.

He let out a sigh as he tucked his hand into the small of her back, while his other was placed into her silky hair.

“Thank you.” She whispered, placing a small kiss onto his cheek.

As she pulled away, Natsu kept his hold onto her small frame, eyes lidded as his hand cupped her cheek.

He slowly leaned in closer, very attentive to see if she would pull away.

His lips met hers in a slow and passionate kiss. He shivered as Lucy moaned softly against his lips, causing him to release a sigh of his own.

She gripped the hem of his sweater, pulling him closer as his grip on her waist became tighter and more feverish.

Her lips became slanted over his, nipping and biting in slow vigor. Natsu had to pull away before he became to enveloped in her entirely.

They released with a sensual pop of their lips, Natsu grabbing her shoulders and keeping her within an arms distance from him.

They were both wide eyed and breathless, with a fair amount of rouge on their faces.

“How could I have been so stupid…” Lucy laughed softly.

“I know…I-i’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He stuttered.

“No, you big idiot.” She scoffed, grabbing his hands and holding them infront of her.

“Remember those old business guys that I was forced to talk to at my dad’s banquets?” She began, sweeping the bangs from his face that fell out of place during their short, yet intense make out session.

“The ones you hated?” He said, placing his hands back on her hips.

“Hibiki would eventually turn into one of those guys. Rich, heartless money mongrels that ignore their children and cheat on their wives with their hot secretaries.” She said, adjusting his sweater.

“And…I fell for that..” She continued, meeting his gaze once more, “…he was everything I wanted, but not what I needed.”

“What you needed?” He gulped, feeling Lucy press against him once more.

“Mhmm. I need someone who treats me like a princess. Someone loves me when I’m all dolled up and when I look like a hideous mess. Someone who takes care of me. Someone who knows that I’m strong and independent, but will still burn a bunch of 8th graders to make me smile.” She said, a happy smile spreading across her face.

Natsu felt his heart beat rapidly through his chest as Lucy placed a soft and sweet kiss against his lips.

She pulled away, pressing her forehead against his as she released a content sigh.

“Lucy?” Natsu said, nuzzling closer to her head.

“Yes?” She said, her big brown eyes wide with adoration.

“I think I know just the guy…” He smirked, pulling her in for another kiss.

Railroad Angel

This is my first fanfic in english!! omg I’m so happy haha

I couldn’t have done it without the help of my translation squad, thank you @leslietendo and @makaokun, you’re the best  ♥

and you can read it in english and spanish in my ff.net account

Hope you like it!!


How was it possible that such a small person could get so much attention on herself?

It was out of his understanding.

Everyday, around 5 PM, Soul would go home by train from the studio he used to rehearse with his band. For him, that journey was a relief from all of his daily worries, the train wasn’t packed and he could rest while listening to some music and watch through the window without thinking about anything in particular.

Well, at least that’s how it was until two months ago.

The first day he saw her, she was running hurriedly and almost tripped when got into the wagon, making Soul alarm for the commotion and focused his attention on her immediately.

Any person would come back to their own business after making sure she hadn’t fallen, but he just couldn’t take his eyes off from her. That was something unusual for Soul, who was more withdrawn and careless about unknown people, much less when Miles Davis was playing in his headphones. He didn’t know if it was her pigtails that waved gracefully everytime she took a step what caught his eye or that huge book that she started reading, which could easily take up half of her backpack. The reason could also be that she had very beautiful and deep green eyes, or simply that she had a naive and joyful aura that was easy to notice.

He had never seen someone like that.

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  • “Try not to talk or sneeze or fall asleep in the tunnel on the way there, all right?”
  • “I think they should rename the place Unnecessary Violent Overreaction.”
  • “All my life I have desperately wanted an ugly necklace.”
  • “Idiotic hopeful former self was very stupid.”
  • “I won’t be fragile. I refuse.”
  • “Yes, I am the notorious death monster.”
  • “You’re like eighteen thousand different kinds of untrustworthy.”
  • “Do what you like, but I’m not a big mushy ball of forgiveness like you are.”
  • "I like the one where we melt everyone’s eyeballs on our way out the door.”
  • “LET’S GO BACK AND KILL HIM AGAIN." 
{PART 11} Being on a reality T.V show with GOT7 & BTS

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (featuring members of GOT7 and BTS)

Genre: Fluff // Angst // Drama // Comedy

Summary: You are the leader of a very popular idol girl group. You are taking part in Koreas version of “Big Brother” where you will live with GOT7 and BTS for three months. You start to get close to Jaebum, GOT7′s leader. What will happen?

Authors Note: This part heavily features Jungkook and Mark ^_^

{PART 1} {PART 2} {PART 3} {PART 4} {PART 5} {PART 6} {PART 7} {PART 8} {PART 9} {PART 10} {PART 11} {PART 12}


Jungkook sat silently, waiting for Big Brother to respond to his words.

“…Are you sure that’s your final decision?” Big Brother finally replied after what felt like a lifetime. Jungkook took a deep breath before sinking down into the chair, exhaling through his nose. He began to wonder why he even accepted the ‘secret challenge’ in the first place. He thought he could do it, he thought it would be okay and that it would be a fun way to switch things up in the house. But as time went on, he began to regret ever agreeing to the challenge. He silently scolded himself for being what he regarded as an idiot.

“I’m sure. I just…I don’t want to be the reason she’s unhappy. If I were the one to tell her that Jaebum is doing this all for a stupid challenge, she’ll probably end up hating me also. Instead, I’d rather just be the one to comfort her after it all comes out. After he….kisses her.” Jungkook’s voice slipped to a whisper as he mentioned the word ‘kiss’.

“We understand Jungkook. In the event of your withdrawal from your secret challenge set by Big Brother, this means that you have now failed the challenge and will no longer be required to participate in it. You are now free to leave The Diary Room.”

Jungkook rose from the chair, feeling like a 300kg weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He waited for the door to unlock, before opening it and stepping out into the house.

You were still sitting on the ground against the wall when Jungkook appeared from The Diary Room. You lifted your head, not sure whether he was in a good or bad mood, but upon seeing him smile at you, you smiled back.

“Hey Kookie~” you called out to him. He closed the door, motioning you to stay where you were before he walked over and slumped down beside you.

“Why are you sitting out here all by yourself?” Jungkook turned his face to look at you, still smiling. You were itching to ask him how he was feeling, if he was angry that your team had won; but you wondered if that would cause him to get annoyed.

“Because…because I was afraid that you were kinda…pissed off at me…about the challenge I mean.” you trailed off, mentally crossing your fingers in the hope that you didn’t anger him. Jungkook giggled lightly before placing his hand on your knee, giving it a slight squeeze.

“No, I could never be pissed off at you. I was a little annoyed at Jaebum but…it really doesn’t matter anymore. I’m just going to put it behind me.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you at his words and actions. You always harboured a soft spot for Jungkook and the thought of him being in distress about you hurt you deeply.

“Ahhh I’m so relieved, I was so scared you hated me!” you giggled at him, before throwing your arms around him to give him a hug. Jungkook widened his eyes at your sudden display of affection, tensing his entire body up under your touch, before he melted into your arms; taking in the delicate smell of your perfume, your hair and how warm you felt against him. Unbeknownst to you, he grinned like a Cheshire cat with his chin upon your shoulder, thinking about how this hug being shared with you was the most beautiful moment in his life thus far. You patted his back a few times, signalling your release from his arms before you pulled back and ruffled his hair to which he giggled – his cheeks turning pink.

“Shall we join everyone else? Dinner is probably almost ready” you said as you jumped up, holding out your hand to help him up also. Jungkook grabbed a hold on your hand whilst nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’m starving!”


Everyone was already sitting around the table, talking and chatting about the races during the day. The attention was mostly on Jackson and Taehyung who were doing a very good imitation of you and Mark when you pulled down Marks shorts in the middle of the net field. The entire room erupted into roars and fits of laughter, Mark silently dying into BamBams chest of embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh along with them, making a mental note to apologise to Mark later on for leaving him in nothing but his pink boxers to finish the race. You sat down in between Hyemi and Yoongi who had scooted up to give you a seat.

Jaebum, who was sitting directly opposite you, noticed that Jungkook had walked in right behind you – and now, Jungkook was walking towards him. Jaebum darted his eyes away, hoping that Jungkook was just on his way over to the fridge, but to his displeasure, Jungkook had stopped right beside him.

“Jaebum…can I talk to you? In private, please.” Jungkook said in almost a whisper. Jaebum sat with his hands rested on knees, his breath held in his lungs as he ran through every possible scenario of why Jungkook would want to talk to him alone. Knowing that he couldn’t cause a scene, Jaebum tightened his jaw before looking up slightly at the younger boy.

“Sure, why not” he replied wryly, as he got up and pushed his chair in. Mark, who was sitting beside him began to wonder what the hell was going on, slightly worried – not for Jaebum, but for Jungkook. He knew that they wouldn’t start anything in the house, seeing as the public would be able to see it, but he was concerned none the less as he watched the two boys walk off together into the garden.


Once they were out of earshot and sat down on the garden chairs, Jungkook began to speak.

“I know you’re probably wondering why I’ve asked you to come out here all of a sudden, but I need to…apologise to you.”

Jaebum sat in shock, not believing the words that just came out of Jungkook’s mouth. “Is this kid for real?” he thought, as he let out a dry chuckle.

“Are you being serious right now? Apologise for what exactly?” Jaebum asked, his voice full of confusion.

Jungkook nodded his head, realising that Jaebum would be a bit dumbfounded at his sudden apology. “I understand that you will probably still resent me for a little while, but I realise that my actions have been unfair to both you and (Y/N). And that’s why I want to apologise for…getting in the way between you both.”

Jaebum swallowed hard, not entirely sure whether or not Jungkook was being sincere. Jaebum wasn’t the type of person to trust other people so easily, especially not someone who had been practically threatening him and now coming clean with an apology.

“Okay…but, can I ask why? Why the sudden apology? I mean, if your apology is sincere then I’ll accept it and we can both move on and let bygones be bygones but, I just can’t understand why. It wasn’t so long ago that we were at each other’s throats and now you’re waving a white flag, I hope you can understand my hesitation to fully believe you.” Jaebum said honestly. He didn’t want to hate Jungkook, but he wasn’t going to let him ruin things with you either.

Jungkook sighed as he looked up at the night sky. He had debated in his head about actually telling Jaebum about his challenge set by Big Brother to let the cat out of the bag about Jaebum’s challenge, but he figured that would just make things more confusing – thus making things worse.

“I just came to the realisation that I didn’t want to be the one to hurt (Y/N) by telling her about your challenge. Because that’s exactly what she’ll be when she finds out. Hurt.” He said quietly, letting his gaze fall on Jaebum, who was now scrunching his eyebrows and shaking his head.

“You still think I’m doing all of this to win a challenge? Have you not cottoned on yet?” Jaebum chuckled as he folded his arms and crossed his legs in an attempt to stay warm in the cool night air. Jungkook cocked his head slightly, confused at Jaebum’s words.

“When I was first given the challenge, along with Namjoon, I didn’t know (Y/N) at all. I thought of it as a challenge – nothing more, nothing less. But the more time I spent with her…the more  I began to actually genuinely have true feelings for her” Jaebum confessed for the second time that night.

Jungkook sat in silence, completely in shock. He didn’t think for a second that Jaebum had actually grown to have feelings, true feelings for you. He chuckled in disbelief, now completely understanding why Jaebum reacted to him the way he did so defensively in the first place. But now, Jungkook realised that he had yet another problem. He knew that you would be upset and angry when you found out about the challenge, but what would happen when Jaebum tells you that he really does care for you now?

“Anyway, I accept your apology and I appreciate you for stepping up to the mark and being an adult about it.” Jaebum held out his hand to the other boy. Jungkook sensed the slightest hint of patronisation in Jaebum’s voice, but he didn’t have the energy to cause another argument. He held out his hand in return to shake the leaders hand.


You walked to the bedroom after helping BamBam and Soonyi with the washing up, feeling relieved that you could finally go and lay down in bed after the day you had. You knew that Jaebum had walked off into the garden with Jungkook, and you had presumed that Jungkook was going to talk to him about what happened today. “Maybe now they will finally be able to become friends and understand each other better” you thought, as you entered the room and made your way over to the bed.

“Hey teammate!” you heard from across the room. You turned your head to see Mark, already tucked up in bed while reading a book. You chuckled before doubling back and going over to sit on his bed, giving him a high five and making whooping noises at each other. You noticed his hair, how it was still a little shaggy and damp, before noticing the wet towel on the floor and realising that he just took a shower.

“You did great today, I would have lost if it hadn’t of been for you” he said, his lips forming a side smile as he looked shyly at his hands.

You chuckled heartily before moving up and laying on your stomach, swinging your legs in the air behind you. “Well, it wasn’t your fault that your strings on your shorts betrayed you! Which reminds me…I didn’t quite get the chance to apologise to you for…well…for…” Mark cut you off before you could finish.

“For revealing to everyone how cute my boxers were? Nah, you don’t have to apologise (Y/N). I should really be more careful about what colour of underwear I choose to wear from now on with you around though…” he looked at you seriously, before you both giggled half in embarrassment.

“We made a really good team though, didn’t we?” you said cutely, resting your hands on either side of your chin while looking up at him. Mark sat there, feeling his heart beating faster and faster as he studied how you lay so close to him on his bed, your legs swinging gently behind you, your hands cupping your face while you looked into his eyes. He imagined leaning forward and placing his hand over one of yours, pulling you in close to him, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Well, I guess I should get to bed. Who knows what we’ll all have to do tomorrow.” You sighed as you got up. Mark’s smile faded as your weight shifted off the bed, before he rearranged his covers up and around him.

“Yeah, I guess we should.” He said in an almost defeated tone, feeling so confused at his feelings for you. Why did he like you so much? He knew that you liked Jaebum, and that Jaebum had fallen in love with you, so why was he torturing himself like this?

“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom before I turn in. Goodnight Mark~” you cooed, before disappearing off into the toilet.

You sat down on the toilet seat, exhaling a sigh of relief as you thought about what tomorrow might hold in store for you all. You wrapped an adequate amount of toilet paper into your hand, before taking it to clean yourself, before standing up and getting ready to throw the waste paper into the toilet, when you seen the last thing you wanted to see on the toilet paper.

Blood.

“You’ve got to be KIDDING me….”

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You, were one of the stupidly courageous heroes who fought against the avengers to defeat Ultron, you couldn’t be prouder of your teammates, they all were amazing; especially newcomers Pietro and Wanda. Pietro saved your brothers life by taking the bullets for him. Pietro survived, just and ever since then you had so much more respect for him, although you seemed to be the only person who didn’t hate him.

Tony, Clint and Steve especially didn’t like him and so far Nat didn’t seem so impressed either, you never knew what he had done to deserve this; you assumed because of his sharp wit and his lack of patience. You admired it honestly, he never ceased to make you laugh. You understood that it couldn’t be helped, he was fast, everything about him was he couldn’t help that at all. In fact you could say you were falling for that gorgeous boy; you couldn’t help yourself.

The worst part was that feeling between you both was mutual. You knew that normally this would be a complete dream come true for you however, you brother Clint and closest friend Tony both had a bit of a grudge against the boy. You wanted to be with Pietro, he was the perfect man for you he really was, but you couldn’t upset Clint and Tony like this; you couldn’t lose them.
It was you and him left in the gym alone, and you could feel the tension in the air.

“Y/n” Pietro spoke making you turn around and look at him shyly. “I know, I know we can’t do anything and it kills me, I want you to know as much as I really like you, I understand why we can’t happen, but I want us to still be friends.” He let out the breath he didn’t even realise he had been holding whilst you nodded your head slowly.

Pietro, you know, i’m always going to be here for you, always" you whisper kissing his cheek before using your ability to speed out of the gym and back into your brothers room, you knew that yours was being cleaned so you thought the best place to wait would be in Clint’s.You couldn’t even be around Pietro without feeling like you need more from him. You just want his hands around your waist, your hands on his face, you want his lips on yours but you understood that that couldn’t happen and as much as it pained you; you understood.

It must have been only half an hour until Clint returned to his room, a look of anger was written across his face. “Were you with Pietro? Alone in the gym, did he try anything with you?” Clint spat watching as your face twisted in confusion.

“We were just training, we weren’t even training together” you explained softly hoping Clint would calm down a little.

“Oh just training? JUST TRAINING?! YOUR LIPSTICK IS ON HIS FACE DID HE MAKE YOU KISS HIM?” Clint spat, okay now he was being an imbecile.

“No he didn’t I kissed his cheek, calm down Clint” you said holding your hands up in an attempt to stop him from yelling any louder.

“Y/n, this” he spoke holding up the key card to your room. “Is confiscated, sorry y/n, but you need to be taught a lesson, sleep on the sofa downstairs but you do not go in your room clear?” he yelled making you nod and run out of his room running until you were you were out of sight and collapsed crying in the corridor.

You were too caught up in creating a niagra falls of tears in the corridor of Avengers you didn’t even notice Pietro kneel in front of you. “Shhhh y/n, it’s okay, everything is fixable okay? Why don’t we go somewhere huh? I don’t think the corridor is the best place to do this love” he soothed as you nodded, you would have wanted to stay here but Tony was watching you judgingly through the window.

“We can’t go to my room, Clint took the key you’re room maybe?” you sniffled making him nod and pick you up, using his speed to get you to his room before shutting and locking the door. He understood that Clint would probably want to be in there and you wouldn’t want to see your brother for a while.

“We can either talk about it or I don’t know watch a film maybe? Or do something?” Pietro spoke , he felt helpless, he couldn’t do anything to make you feel remotely better.

“Clint’s even madder at us both now” you whimpered trying to stifle your tears as you gestured towards the small, your coloured lipstick mark on Pietro’s face.

“Oh my god, Princessa, I am so sorry” he mumbled wiping at it frantically before looking down at himself.
“It’s okay” you hushed using both your hands to gently lift Pietro’s face up and using the edge of your thumb to wipe off the smeared lipstick stain that had caused so much trouble.

“P, don’t blame yourself, this one’s on me, it’s my lipstick” you bargained making him smile weakly, you loved his smile, you loved him. “Pietro” you whispered placing his lips to yours for a few seconds before he pulled away.You both understood how needed that kiss was but also how wrong it is.

“Y/n, please I have nothing at all against kissing you whatsoever, but I don’t think that I can go from kissing you to nothing again, I can’t control my feelings like this; when they’re being messed about” he apologised waiting for some type of response that would match but instead you just smiled a little.

“What if I want more? What if I didn’t care about Clint and Tony or anyone else for that matter, What if the only person I cared about was you.” the words felt right coming from your mouth, it was like this time around, you weren’t thinking about other people, you were thinking about yourself.  Pietro’s smile spread fully across his face as he took in your words.
It was mere seconds until his lips were upon yours, molding your lips against his, every kiss upon your lips felt like heaven. You had wanted this for such a long amount of time, this was something you truly needed; damn you loved this boy.
“Pietro” you whispered pulling away to look into his lust-filled blue eyes, “The door is locked right?” you questioned smirking when he realised why you wanted to know. Pietro didn’t reply but only smirked back kissing and pushing you gently back over to the bed kissing you down.

No prizes for guessing what happened next.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The gentle shine through the morning blinds woke both you and Pietro from your sleep. “Morning beautiful” Pietro moaned wrapping his arms back around you and cuddling you into his chest.

“Morning P” you whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “I think I might go for a run once i’m ready wanna join me?” you asked, sitting up a little more and stretching all your slightly aching muscles out.

“Yeah, just give me Five, go get ready and meet me back here okay?” he spoke making you nod and yawn a little.
Running down the corridor, you saw Tony approaching you and held your breath. “Shit” you thought, you knew he had saw you and Pietro talking in the corridor once Clint kicked you out.

“Y/n wait” he ordered making you pause immediately, you really didn’t want to make eye contact but you knew you had to.

“You know I saw you yesterday with Pietro, and I also know you expect me to be made and yell and tell Clint but I won’t. I heard what he said to you, and as much as I hate saying this; I think I was wrong about him. Over that past couple weeks, that boy is a really nice guy y/n, I support you. I’m not going to tell Clint I swear, i’ll cover for you as much as I can okay kiddo? Just no leaving his room with sex hair ugh” he fake gagged making you chuckle.

“Seriously, thank you so much!” you exclaimed hugging Tony before going to continue to Clint’s room.

“Oh and your room key? I know Clint has yours so I got another one for you” he winked making you smile as you took the key into your hands.

You said a quick ‘thank you’ before running to your room to change into your running gear which was a sports bra and yoga pants with some kick-ass trainers. You hate wearing a lot when you sweat so this was the best idea you had had.
Running back down your corridor you this time ran into Clint. Wow this really must have been your lucky day, the two people you were trying to avoid just happened to be in the places you needed to be. Great.

“Y/n, I know that i’m your big brother and I know that you hate taking my advice but I think i’ve just proved Pietro to you - well I think i’ve just proved he uses girls.” he said completely serious as if he was doing something to save you.

“Y/n, he has scratches down his back, after you kissed him, he moved onto another girl like that” he snapped his fingers gesturing how quickly he supposedly moved on. “I saw when he left his room, the idiot was shirtless and covered in scratched and a couple love bites. Mind you, you would have to be stupid to sleep with him? I mean who would, probably a slut themselves” he chuckled as you rolled your eyes, knowing you were going to regret what you were going to say next.

“It was me. The slut?” you spat. “Was me, I slept with him, but so what? I’m a grown up girl” you screamed in his face, pushing him into the railing of the corridor before storming off.

“What’s happened?” Pietro asked as you walked into his room noting the look on your face that scared even him.

“Well” you began, “Clint, saw the scratches on your back, started saying shit about you and how you must have slept with some slut. So, I may have told him the slut was me, but I think he took it well” you trailed off barely being able to make eye contact with Pietro for fear of his response but when he finally did you were shocked to find him bent over laughing.

“Took it well?” he spoke between chuckles as he tried to control his laughter.

“Well I shoved him into a railing and ran so I didn’t see a full reaction however, he hasn’t punched me in the face yet so that’s a good sign” you offered looking at Pietro as you both began to giggle.

“You know I want more than just a hook-up don’t you y/n?” he asked stopping laughing for a little while wrapping his arms around you so you were close to his chest. He looked down on you as you blushed.

“I know Pietro I know” you giggled, he always got you at a loss for words.

“I love you y'know y/n, a freaking lot. I want you to be mine” he said himself sighing a little at how embarrassed he was; he was never great with his feelings.

“I always have been yours Pietro, and I always will be” you smiled sweetly as you placed a soft kiss on your lips before hearing a cough behind you making you both jump away.

Pietro saw who it was immediately and spun you around to face the man, who happened to be Clint. Pietro kept his arms around your waist the entire time, he knew Clint wouldn’t like it, but he knew that if Clint kicked off at you, he could always keep you safe.
“Not interrupting anything am I?” Clint questioned to which you both just swallowed and you shook your head slightly.

“Y/n, I cant believe I am saying this but -” he paused, “I support you, er this. I support you both being together. I trust you know fine well how to make your own decisions in life so I support your choices Y/n. I’m not saying I agree with this, i’m just saying I support this. But what it speedy. ONE HAND on that girl and I will personally make sure your sokovian ass is handed to you.” he spoke harshly making you both nod. “Now I am gonna go because I know fine well I interrupted something but I don’t even wanna think about what” he chuckled making you both cringe like crazy.

You waited for Clint to shut the door before you span in Pietro’s arms so you were facing him and locked your lips passionately. “I love you so much” you whispered pulling away from his lips to look into his eyes.

“I love you too, Princess”

How to Fix a Crush

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@brenmcm requested #23 for Miraxus - awkward teenage crush kiss. Writing teenage Mira was so much fun. She’s so different from adult Mira in a lot of ways. And I wrote this in the canon-verse, so even better.

Title: How to Fix a Crush
Pairing: Mirajane Strauss x Laxus Dreyar
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: 2509
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or the characters, they belong to Hiro Mashima.

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Sticks And Stones May Break Some Bones, But Words Hurt Just As Much

From this request: the reader is depressed and acts recklessly on hunts and almost gets Dean hurt. Cas gets mad and goes off on her and says some really pointed, intense things, and the reader stops talking to him. And after a while the boys sit her down and make them talk. And she ends up saying something like “now every time I look at you I see everything I’m not. And every time you talk I hear your voice shouting out my flaws all over again.”

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You knew you’d fucked up the second you ran into the nest.

There wasn’t just one vampire lurking in there.

There weren’t just two vampires.

There were roughly a dozen vamps, all with their fangs out, poised for dinner.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Dean rushing in. You saw him quickly analyze the situation, taking a ready stance. His eyes landed on you and they were burning.

The vamps attacked, springing into action. You and Dean fought your way through, slicing and dicing.

Unfortunately, the fight did not leave you unscathed.

Dean was knocked into a corner and was about to be made into a fine entrée. You rushed over and staked the creep. You saw Dean crumpled in the corner, a slight trickle of blood dripping down his temple.

As you were studying him, you felt a hot piercing pinch in your neck. You cried out and started lashing out. A few seconds later, the weight was lifted from your body, a shriek sounding behind you.

You turned and saw Cas standing behind you. The body of the vamp lay at your feet, head twisted clean off.

Cas said nothing, just brushed past you to get to Dean. He examined his injuries before reaching over and taking Dean’s hand in his. He then reached for your hand and the three of you poofed back to the bunker.

Once there, Cas sat you down in a chair while Dean was stretched out on the couch. Cas laid his hand on Dean’s head, healing his wound. He then turned to you and examined your neck.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Cas laid his fingers on your wound. You shrunk back, the pain of the contact hurting more than you expected.

Cas noticed and didn’t pursue you. “You care to explain your actions?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What happened today?”

“I did my job.”

“You got into trouble.”

“That’s what being a hunter is, Cas. You go into sticky situations and fix them so normal people don’t have to suffer or deal with them.”

“Not like that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You were reckless, Y/N! You got hurt, Dean got hurt.”

“Hunters get hurt, Cas.”

“Dammit, Y/N! Listen to me! What you did today was stupid. What would have happened if I wasn’t able to come when I did?”

“I don’t know. I would’ve figured something out.”

Cas let out a small growl of frustration. “You’re not as experienced as Dean. How could you just rush into a nest full of vamps without any sort of plan? How could you be so thoughtless?”

You’d always hated being compared to people. How dare the angel compare you to Dean?

“Is that what you think of me? That I’m a stupid little girl playing dress-up, trying to fit in with the big boys?”

“You can act immaturely, yes. You act without thinking. You try to do things you’re not capable of doing by yourself.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Have I said anything that’s untrue?”

You bit your tongue to the point of almost tasting blood. “Fine,” you said, feeling that scary-type of calm wash over you. “You’re right. I’m an idiot. I’m young and stupid. But guess what. You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

“What are you talking about?”

Without a word, you turned on your heel and disappeared down the hall. Cas was going to follow you but saw Dean starting to stir.

He opened his eyes slowly. “What happened?”

“You got thrown against a wall.”

“Where’s Y/N?”

At that moment, you popped back in the room. Cas saw that there was a duffle bag slung over your shoulder.

“Y/N,” Cas said.

You said nothing, made no notice of even hearing him. You strode past him, head held high. Cas heard the garage door open and then slam shut.

“What’s her problem?” Dean asked, trying to sit up.

“I… may have said some things to her.”

“Like what?”

“I’d rather not repeat them.”

Dean looked off into the direction of the garage. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be back soon.”

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Three days had passed and you’d made no attempt at returning or contacting the Winchesters. You didn’t answer texts, calls, emails, anything.

“All right, time to cowboy up,” Dean said on the morning of the fourth day. “We have to go look for her.”

So the Winchesters and the angel piled into the Impala. They drove around to all your known spots, places you loved and spent a lot of time at, but no luck. Then they started hitting up all the local motels, wondering if you were camped out.

They found you at the Ringer motel, your car parked in front of a corner room. Dean knocked on your door.

“I’m paid through Thursday,” your voice responded.

“You really think we’re gonna let you stay here for three more days?” Dean asked.

A few moments later the door opened, the chain stopping it after two inches. You peeked at him through the opening. “What are you doing here?”

“A better question is what are you doing here?”

You shook your head. “I needed some space.”

Dean held up a takeout container from your favorite restaurant. “Will you let us in if we give you this?”

“Is that from Marco’s?”

“You know it.”

The door shut and Dean heard the chain scrape away. You opened the door and took the container from Dean before moving back into the room.

The men entered and saw you sitting on one of the beds, digging into the food. You studied them with large eyes. When they landed on Cas, however, they were filled with hurt and they noticed your chewing visibly slow.

“So,” Dean said. “We’re here to bring you home.”

“I was gonna come back eventually.”

“What made you run off in the first place?”

“Why don’t you ask him?”

“I tried. But you know angels—they’re all mystical and shit. Never give you a straight answer.”

“He was pretty straightforward with me.”

The brothers turned to the angel.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Cas said. “I didn’t mean–”

“I’m sure you did.”

A heavy silence filled the room.

You slowly closed the box and bit your lip. “I know you meant everything you said, Cas. And I know that there was some truth to it. But now…” You shook your head. “Now I see nothing but flaws. And I hear your voice echoing in my head, shouting out all of the things I do wrong.”

Cas took a step over to the bed, sitting gingerly down on the edge of it. “Y/N, no. What I said was wrong. You’re not stupid. You’re not immature. Just because you don’t have as much experience as Dean doesn’t mean that you’re a bad hunter. You’re quite capable and strong and…”

Another silence filled the room, but not as heavy.

“I guess I do owe you for saving my life,” you said quietly.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” Cas responded.

“All right you two,” Dean said, a small smile on his face. “What say we head back home?”

You nodded and stood, gathering your things. The four of you headed out to your cars.

“May I ride with you?” Cas asked.

You gave him a tiny smile. “I’d like that.”

“Don’t even think of pulling off the road to neck,” Dean said as he and Sam got into the Impala. “If you’re not back within five minutes of us getting home, we’re coming back to look for you.”

“‘Neck’?” you asked, laughing slightly. “What are you, a hundred years old?”

“You know damn well what I meant. Don’t do it.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

lokiarmygeneral  asked:

I adore your blog so much! If I may ask for a scenario, how would Kagami react to telling his animal loving S/O about his fear of dogs? They show him nothing but understanding and love. Thank you ever so much!

“I-I’m not who you think I am.” Kagami struggled to find the words as he stared into your loving, unknowing eyes. He had spent the last couple months dating you pretending to be something he was not because you were one. 

An animal lover. 

Or rather, a dog lover. 

Because if there was one thing on this green Earth that Kagami could not stand, it was dogs, but not in a “I’m going to kill them” way.  His sentiment was more “They’re going kill me” crowd. So when you, the most adorable girl he had ever met, had turned out to be an animal lover, he played along. Kagami could pet cats, coo at the itty bitty hamsters, and tentatively pet snakes. 

He could not, for the life of him, sit down next to a dog and be chill. 

“It’s not like I hate animals,” he mumbled. “I just don’t do well with all of them.”

“Which ones?” you asked in all of your caring glory, as if you didn’t even care that he had pretended to like every creature in the world just to get you to like him. 

“Dogs.” He shuddered. “Small ones, big ones, ugly ones, they’re all terrifying.” He saw your lip twitch as you tried to muffle a grin. Blushing even more vibrantly, Kagami looked stubbornly at the ground. “It’s stupid isn’t it? I’m an idiot.”

“No, no,” you attempted to soothe his blistered pride and hide your grin. “It’s no big deal.”

“I just screamed at a yorkie,” Kagami said shamefully as you hugged him to your chest. “It crawled over my shoe and I screamed like a damn baby. I’m pathetic. You must think I’m stupid.”

“No I don’t,” you said. “We’ll start with something even smaller, a teacup dog to help you build a resistance.”

Kagami looked up at you balefully. “The only teacup here is me.”