walking under the rain

Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley

anonymous asked:

Hey Sai! Got any good Kacchako fics you'd recommend?

yeah, sure dude!! here’s a list of some of my fave kacchako fics!! 

hilariously enough, most of them aren’t even really that romantic, and focus more on bonding and the character’s growing and developing relationship and/or feelings. (by which i mean that there’s not a lot of kissing or intimate stuff like that). 

(which means they’re all sfw, lmao)

From Grey To Red by CaptainRisu - A really cute fic of Bakugou and Uraraka sharing an umbrella after the mid-term exam as well as sharing a few personal things with each other. A really really cute fic, featuring Bakugou and Uraraka bonding!! [one-shot]

Supernova by anerbananer - A really interesting introspective fic from Uraraka’s point of view; she wants to feel the rush of something she had during her and Bakugou’s fight and calls him out to have another. has a really cool fight scene between them which delves a little into both character’s motives and desires, with lots of adorable interactions afterwards. [multi-chap?]

Emotions Are Hard by geek179 - Bakugou finds Uraraka in the grocery store during an errand. He realizes that she doesn’t have much to eat, and, without thinking, invites her to his house for dinner. he kinda hates himself for it, but not really. Super adorable!! [one-shot]

The feeling that isn’t entirely unpleasant by mysterious intentions - Bakugou slowly starts falling for Uraraka despite his best attempts not to, and maybe he doesn’t actually mind as much as he says he does. mostly just cute little interactions between them through a period of weeks/months. features Bakugou helping Uraraka train to get stronger. [one-shot]

Conflict Resolution by Colorslander  - Bakugou forgets that he’s dating Uraraka and is baffled about why she’d want to anyway?? Uraraka takes it all in stride tho. really adorable, and features some cute interactions between Bakugou and Kirishima about Bakugou’s romantic woes [one-shot]

Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy by @lucyrne - Bakugou keeps sweating around Uraraka during a class project and doesn’t know why, nearly destroying their project in the process. short and sweet and really adorable. [one-shot]

Implode by @milktomiilky - Bakugou falls hard for Uraraka and he knows he’s in deep. short and sweet, mostly about Bakugou’s introspective thoughts on Uraraka and himself. [one-shot]

Terms of Civility by @milktomiilky​ - Izuku thinks about Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship while talking to a few classmates and comes to some interesting conclusions. an interesting introspective about kacchako from Izuku’s perspective, and gives some insight on what the other characters might think of Bakugou and Uraraka’s relationship in canon, too. [one-shot]

written on your skin by @milktomiilky​ - Bakugou and Uraraka admire each other’s scars after a spar, and it’s surprisingly sweet. a really cute piece. [one-shot]

Stronger than You Think by azuras_lance - Uraraka begins to doubt herself after a fight gone bad, and Bakugou gives her encouragement her in his own way. really cute piece dealing with Uraraka’s self doubt and Bakugou being a supportive force for her. [one-shot]

death and strawberries by baekugous - Bakugou slowly falls for Uraraka and thinks that he’s getting sick or dying. probably. really cute piece about Bakugou coming to terms with his feelings for Uraraka, featuring a slow relationship build up near the end. [one-shot]

kindling by unknown - Bakugou lets Uraraka walk under his umbrella and back to his house during heavy rain so she can borrow a change of clothes. short and sweet and really cute. [one-shot]

of ferocity & flame by Me - Bakugou never fell for Uraraka’s smiles. a short introspective piece about Bakugou’s thoughts on Uraraka, and why he fell for her. [one-shot]

and here i stand forcefully on lines made of gray by Me - Bakugou doesn’t find Uraraka beautiful, because that implies an emotional investment he can’t allow. a short piece about Bakugou falling for Uraraka and denying it. [one-shot]

catch me if i fall by Me - Bakugou nearly falls to his death, and Uraraka catches him before he does. a short, cute piece about them both saving and supporting each other. [one-shot]

hope you enjoy these!!

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  Bob Marley
It’s Hard Enough - Cooper!Reader X Jughead Jones

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead


Hi love! Could I please request a fluffy Riverdale imagine where the reader is Betty’s little sister by a year who receives the same pressure from their mom, but hides it well from her sister and everyone else, when she is actually completely overwhelmed and stressed out to the point where she’s having an anxiety attack and Jughead or Veronica helps her?

Just because I love him, I chose a Jughead x Reader prompt. But, anon, if you want one with Veronica please message me!!! And maybe…if you want a Part Two (?)

It’s hard enough being a Freshman at Riverdale High, but you had an amazing older sister who put your mother’s standard too high. Betty is an amazing sister and you love her, it’s just that everyone loves her. After Polly went away and Jason went missing, things started to go further down hill for you. Your mother put unneeded pressure on both you and Betty, but Betty handled so much better. She broke free from your mother’s poisonous ways and started doing things for herself. This left you alone with the overbearing woman and no where to go. You managed to hide the damage your mother was inflicting upon you quite well. So well in fact that your sister and her friends thought you were just fine. The first day back to school, that changed.

“That’s really great Archie!” Betty said, shooting the redhead the most adorable heart eyes. You nodded in agreement as you listened to Archie's’ music demo. You were about to speak up when everyone at the lunch table turned their heads. “Can I sit?”

You turned and saw a very pretty Sophomore standing near the table. “Veronica! Yeah, sit!” Betty said, giving her a sweet smile. Kevin moved over, allowing you to make room for the girl to sit next to you. “What song is that? It’s really good but I haven’t heard it before.”

“It’s Archie’s demo.” You said, and the girl looked at you in confusion. Betty laughed, “Sorry, Veronica, this is my little sister Y/N. Y/N this is Veronica, she just moved here from New York.” Veronica gave you a kind smile and a hello which you tried to copy as best you could. You just weren’t feeling it today. Veronica must’ve picked up on it because her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Yeah, I thought we’d have to pretend to like it but, it’s actually really great.” Kevin said causing Archie to smile softly. You smiled a little too, happy that at least one person you knew was doing something good in their lives. “You are alright?” Veronica asked while Kevin and Betty discussed Archie’s future in the music business. You just turned to look at her and with no answer, you got up and left the table. You felt tears gathering behind your eyes as you walked past Cheryl Blossom’s table, you heard someone in their group mutter “freak” and you suddenly were pushed over the edge. You picked up your pace and walked quickly back inside the school. You darted towards the nearest bathroom. You felt eyes on you and saw the Sophomore from your writing class watching you. You just walked faster to the bathroom and when inside, you locked yourself in a stall. The weight of everything that had occurred was finally crashing down on you and it was hitting hard. You felt light headed as your mind replayed the conversation of the future you had with your mom, the pressure for success she put on you because God forbid she had another broken daughter. Veronica’s simple question brought all of it back, the family drama that occurred with Polly and then Jason’s disappearance. You were far from alright, but the thought of telling someone that felt more scary than the pressure itself.

You managed to pull yourself together enough where you stopped crying, and got ready for your next period. When you would see your sister and her friends in the hall, you’d just say you had a stomach cramp or pain and went to the nurse. They’d question you and Veronica would be skeptical, but you’d smile and lie your way through the day.  


You told Betty that you had a group project due in a few days and that your group was meeting up at Pop’s. Of course, being the good sister she is, let you go off on your own. “Just text me when you get there and when you need a ride, okay?” You nodded and gave her a fake smile. “I love you Y/N, be safe!” You walked off towards the diner, happy that now you didn’t have to go home for a little while longer.

The diner was basically empty, minus a few usual patrons. You ordered some fries and sat in a booth in the corner. You looked outside the window and saw the rain drops fall against the glass. It was a soothing distraction, taking your mind off the current situation just for a few precious moments. The silence was interrupted by someone sitting in the empty side of the booth. You turned your head quickly and saw the quiet Sophomore from early today. You just stared at him and his odd hat, and he stared at you just the same. “You’re Y/N Cooper, I saw you earlier today in school. We have Writing class together.” You nodded, suddenly getting nervous. “You’re Jughead Jones.” You said, equally as monotone as he did. “I’m not normally one for caring, but what happened today, right before lunch ended?” You swallowed hard at his question, and he saw your unease. “You looked very, very upset, that’s why I ask.” You felt a tear slide down your cheek at his sudden kindness. You wiped it away as quickly as it had appeared. “Everything going on it’s…taking a toll on me, but I’m-” You stopped talking, not trusting your own voice to continue. Jughead seemed to notice and didn’t say a word. He just waited until you composed yourself and continued. “I’m,” you looked into his eyes for a split moment and saw that there was no fooling him, “not fine.”

You found yourself opening up, just a little, to the mysterious boy before you. You mentioned the pressure your mother put you under, that derived from what occurred with Polly and Jason. From there, he started to talk about the summer, the Blossom twins, and how he remembered your older sister. “Polly was very nice. Said ‘hi’ to me even when I didn’t even look at her.”

“That was the type of girl she was.” You said, trailing off. You missed your eldest sister and you knew that Betty did as well. “Maybe,” Jughead started, slightly hesitant, “you should talk to your sister Betty more.” You stared at him quietly as he continued, “If she was under the same pressure she might be able to help you deal with it. It’s just an idea.” He said, and you felt your lips twitch up into a small smile. “Thank you.” Your phone screen flickered on and you saw the time. You hurriedly got out of the booth and stood. “My sister is going to be here soon.” He nodded, and made his way out of his side of the booth. “I’ll walk you out.”

The two of you waited under the rain-guard outside the diner in a calm silence. For some reason you turned and saw him looking at you. “You don’t have to stay. You’ve done enough for me.” He shook his head and looked towards the ground, a small smile played on his lips. “I’m just going to leave you alone when you feel this down.” You nodded, your heart beating a bit faster than before. “Thank you, again.” You whispered quietly, he turned to face you once more. “If you ever need to talk, to someone that isn’t your sister, you can find me in the library at lunch time.” You gave him a soft smile once more and saw the headlights coming from down the road.

“I’ll see you around, Jughead.” You murmured, but he caught your hand before you walked away. “I hope you smile more.” He said in a hushed tone as he slipped a piece of paper into your hand. You looked a his face, his gaze hidden slightly by his dark hair. He pulled away and with one last glance, walked back inside the diner. You darted to Betty’s car through the rain and shuddered when you got inside.

“Get buckled.” She said, “How’d the group project go?” As you finished buckling your safety belt, you turned back to the diner and saw Jughead typing away at a laptop through the window. From a distance, it looked, almost like, he was smiling. You turned to face forward and sighed. “It went pretty well.”  

Bad Boy Daniel Au [Sequel]

- Admin Xion <3

Originally posted by peachyniel

requested ! 

oomgomgomg can i have daniel bad boy au sequel when he and y/n are together and just sjsjsjdkdkdk a really fluffy one



RHIS MAKES ME HEART TINGLE I CANT


y'all keep requesting daniel soooo


+ hes my bias soooooo



- so you were at school
- at your locker
- when suddenly a familuar voice called
- “oi princess,” daniel called out as you turned your head to see him with a small smirk across his face
- “oi loser,” you replied as you closed your locker
- “i’m a loser?” he questioned as he approached you, shoving his hands into his pockets
- “and im a princess?” you questioned back as you rose an eyebrow
- “of course you are, you’re my princess,” he said as a smile aroused across his face
- “eW ITS THE COUPLE” jihoon said as he joined us with woojin
- “eW its the park couple,” daniel snapped back
- suddenly two girls approached jihoon shyly
- “uhm, is it okay if you do it?” one of them asks cutely
- you, woojin and daniel all rolled your eyes as a chuckle was released from daniels mouth
- “nae maeum sogae,
- jeojang!” jihoon said cutely as all of us mocked him
- the two girls squeeled and thanks him as they ran off blushing
- “oooh, woojin girls be stealing your man,” you scoffed as you began walking to your next class in which was art! a class you had with daniel
- “hES NOT MY MAN” woojin claimed as he rolled his eyes
- “mmmmhm” you and daniel both said in synced
- woojin and jihoon spilt up from you two as you entered the class
- ever since daniel and you began dating, a lot of gossip spreaded throughout the school
- from how you guys first kissed to how you guys will break up
- so many scenarios have been created and you laughed to every one of them
- you sat at your usual spot in art class
- in which was across from daniel
- cause this boy can get gREASY during art class
- this one time you had to share a canvas with him because it was a “work beside your elbow partner” assignment
- and he deadass placed his hand onto your thigh and rUBBED it and you were screaming and bluntly said “no,”
- and ever since then you’d sit directly across from him
- and he’d always smirk at you and you’d rolled your eyes
- art class begun as you began painting away as suddenly you could feel a splat of paint go onto your face
- you looked around as your eyes landed on daniel whom was chuckling and had a paint brush in his hand in the postion of a flick as you rolled your eyes at him
- you then had to assist to hand out sheets of paper when suddenly you got a paper cut on your finger
- you ignored it at first because it didnt sting a lot when suddenly someone pointed out how your right hand was dripping of blood
- “y/n you’re hand is like seriously bleeding,” your classmate spoke
- you looked at your hand in which was covered in blood as some classmates were a bit horrid
- “daniel, can you take her to the nurses room please?” the teacher asks
- daniel nodded blanklessly as he walked you to the nurses room
- “someones an idiot,” he spoke, opening the door for you as you both headed towards the counter
- daniel suddenly placed his hands on the sides of your waisted and lifted yiu up so you were sitting ontop of the counter as he bluntly took out the first aid kit and took out some bandages and a wet tissue
- “what? am i that handsome?” daniel asks as he notice you blankly staring at him
- you flinched as he rolled his eyes and chuckle
- “ahhh my princess is an idiot,” he spoke as he unwrapped the wet tissue from the plastic bag
- “ahhh my prince is a complete meanie,” you replied
- “do you not want me to put this bandage on you?”
- “itakethatback you'rehandsome okay?”
- “good,” daniel said as he gave you a small kiss on the cheek as he cleaned up the blood and applied the bandage all giddy and kid like
- after he was done, he made sure to give a small kiss to the bandage as he smiled warmly
- “you’re such a kid,” you commented as you messed up his head
- “you still love me though,”
- “ohshit you’re right,”
- TIME SKIP
- you were walking home as it was raining
- “fuck,” you mummbled to yourself when you realized you forgot your umbrella in your locker
- “someones still an idiot,” a familuar voice spoke
- daniel walked up behind you, with an umbrella
- “shorty,” he said as he walked off
- wITH THE FUCKING UMBRELLA
- laughing
- “if you want me to walk you home, you better start walking nowww,” daniel said bluntly
- you ran up under the umbrella as you began walking with him under the rain
- as you reached home daniel instantly clinged onto your arm and began pouting
- “daniel you’re gonna see me tomorrow,” you claimed as you try to pry him off you
- “yAH but i have to wait until tomorrow comessss,” he said pouting like a kid
- “whatta baby,” you complained as you got out your keys
- you stared at daniel blankly pouting as you could feel his grip on your arm getting slightly mroe tighter
- suddenly, daniel quickly pecked you on the lips as he ran away like a little kid
- “mKAY BYE ILOVEYOU” he yelled as he ran away from your house

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  

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a/n: oh boy, first fanfiction i’ve written in 5 years! and i’m finally using this blog again because i don’t want to post fanfiction stuff on my main. also i hate tumblr’s formatting so i might crosspost this to ao3, another account i haven’t touched in years. here’s this for now!

Shaun Murphy x Reader. Oneshot. Offering a little help with Shaun’s struggles of living on his own.

It was another busy morning at St Bonaventure hospital. Doctors and nurses were bustling about, and patients were either awaiting treatment or resting in the stiff beds that smelled of disinfectant. Working in a hospital, you saw a great number of unusual injuries and medical conditions. Yesterday alone had seen two especially critical cases; one of a mother and extreme complications with her unborn child, and one of a young woman who was at risk of nerve damage due to a fibroid tumor. As you walked through the hospital lounge heading towards the locker room, you spotted your co-worker, Shaun, walking diligently down the hallway, his hands clasped together in his usual position. You bit your lip, wondering if you should say something after all.

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Alive

Shaw wakes up to her phone alarm blaring the most irritating jingle she has ever heard. It is certainly not her alarm tone, and, when she glances at the time while shutting off the alarm, she sees why. It is just past two in the morning—she didn’t set this.
“What do you want?” Shaw demands as she places her earwig into place.
“Morning, sweetie. We have a new number.”
“Right now?”
“No time like the present, Sameen.”
After over a year since the Machine chose this voice, Shaw was pretty much accustomed to the familiar quips adopted from Her voice’s original owner. But she still feels that small twinge of something that might be close to sadness.
“Fine,” she sighs as she pulls on a black t-shirt and jeans. She slips on her boots, places her gun into its holster on her hip, gives a still sleeping Bear a pat on his head, and is about to walk out the door when the Machine murmers, “Better bring a jacket, sweetie. There’s a 98% chance of rain.”
“Seriously?” Shaw hisses as she pulls on a windbreaker. “You wake me up at two in the morning to go galavanting into the rain? Am I going somewhere dry, at least?”
“Sorry,“ She coos, not sounding very sorry at all.
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The Machine leads her to the roof of a twenty-story building several blocks from Shaw’s apartment. As predicted, it started to downpour about thirty seconds after she walked outside, and Shaw can barely see through the sheets of rain spattering against the roof.
“Alright, why am I here?” she demands in an annoyed whisper. “It’s now two-thirty in the morning, it’s pouring, and I just had to climb nineteen flights of stairs. Where is this urgent number that couldn’t wait until I completed a REM cycle?”
When she is met with no answer, she sighs and walks out from under the doorway. Rain pelts down the hood of her jacket, and the wind sends a chill under her skin.
She scans the rooftop until she makes out a figure standing a few paces from the opposite edge of the roof. The figure—a woman, most likely, Shaw decides by her stance—is in only a thin maroon t-shirt and dark jeans, and she is gripping her arms against the cold. Her brown wavy hair sways in the strong wind in spite of a rainwater weighing it down. She must hear Shaw approaching, because she whirls around with a gun outstretched.
Shaw’s stomach drops and her heart rate increases when she sees the rain-soaked figure’s face.
“Root?” she breathes, lowering her gun without meaning to.
It’s a simulation. It must be.
But Samaritan is gone.
Root—or simRoot—doesn’t move, except to let the gun fall limply against her hip. She doesn’t speak, either. She doesn’t even offer that nauseatingly wide grin that she reserves only for flirting with Shaw. Her face is thinner than it was the last time Shaw saw her, and the sad expression makes her look not like Root at all.
“Root?” she asks again softly. Her heart pounds uncomfortably again, and she thinks that if she was ‘normal’, this reaction might be fear. “Is that really you?”
Root bites her lip and nods sharply. Her eyes glisten, and Shaw thinks that she might be crying, but it’s hard to tell with the rain.
Shaw walks towards her slowly, unsure of how she will respond. The old Root would have offered a goofy smile and an unapologetically overt innuendo (“Do you remember the last time you were this wet, Sameen? I can.”) but this is not the old Root. She isn’t even completely sure that it is a real Root at all.
When she is only a few inches away, Shaw whispers, “What are we?”
Root chokes down what might have been a laugh but sounds more like a sob.
“A four-alarm fire in an oil refinery,” she confirms.
It’s her voice. Not simRoot. Not MachineRoot. This is the real Root, the dead Root. The Root that matters most.
“You’re alive,“ Shaw says, which sounds so stupid and obvious, but she thinks maybe it might help her believe it.
She nods and looks down. Yes, she is definitely crying.
“Are you okay?” Shaw demands. She could be injured. Her mind already whirls with plans to infultrate the nearest hospital for supplies.
Root doesn’t answer for a moment, until she looks up, her wide brown eyes shimmering, and shakes her head with a whimpered, “No.”
At that, Root breaks down completely. Her thin fram crumbles, and she sinks into the drenched rooftop with her head in her hands.
Shaw immediately kneels beside her to her, paying no attention to the water soaking into her pants. She drapes her arms around around Root, who stiffens at first. Eventually, though, she sinks into Shaw’s familar embrace. Her skin is icy against the Shaw’s warm palms.
“Are you hurt?” Shaw asks.
“No,” she chokes out. “It’s just… it’s been a really hard year, Shaw.”
Shaw shrugs off her rain jacket and places it onto Root’s quivering shoulders before pulling her close again. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the feeling of Root’s curls against her palm, or of her body pressed against hers. As close as the Machine can come to perfectly impersonating her, She isn’t tangible. She isn’t really Root. She wasn’t the person she loved—the person she had been longing for.
“It’s okay, Root,” Shaw whispers into her soaked hair. “You’re safe now.”

Dancing under the rain
  • 1. Shouto and Izuku walk home after going to dinner. It starts raining heavily and neither of them have an umbrella.
  • Shouto: Come on, we need to find shelter.
  • Izuku: *stops catching raindrops with his mouth* why?
  • Shouto: *fights off a smile because Izuku looks like a fish* you're gonna catch a cold.
  • Izuku: *obediently moving towards where Shouto is standing**flashing an evil grin right before pulling Shouto into the rain* Nah ah, we're gonna dance~~!
  • Shouto: *suppressing a yelp before caving in to the childish urge* yeah yeah.
  • It's not much of a dance as they just swing each other round and round.
  • 2. Izuku gets violently sick the morning following.
  • Shouto: I-
  • Izuku: No, you're NOT going to say that-
  • Shouto: -told you so. Now lie still. There are still knots in your hair.
  • Izuku: *taking Shouto's other hand and pecking a light kiss* Love you, too.
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i wanna seei’m staring at your face

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsCEUCq775o)

Falling   fot. (aka @cloudysketches   every time i listen to this - i hear something new - and her voice omfg <3 <3 <3 

hey/i’m looking at you/i’m talking to you/please, dont walk away/ i wanna share love/i wanna share pain/i wanna share flame/ please,dont let me hang in here/all by myself/oh, we are all trapped souls/in between our mistakes/ 

walking through the path/of the dead/we’re singinging melodies of ancient faiths/we keep on falling / we keep on calling us names/we keep on walking down/the aisle of mistakes 

hey.i’m calling your name/i.m staring at your face/please don’t turn away/i wanna see/ your beautiful smile/oh please, dont let me hang in here/ all by myself/oh, im screaming out loud/for my voice to be heard

we’re walking through the path/of this vain/we are sinking ships/in this ocean’s display/we keep on falling/ we keep on calling us names/we keep on walking down/ this aisle of hate

i’m walking under the rain/aint got nothing to lose/nothing to gain/in wet clothing/ i keep my pride up/the walls are rising/the borders are closing/and i keep waiting/ for / the sun to shine/and fill my heart with love/looks like humanity/is a cover up word/ for uncertainty

passing through the path/of this vain/we’re bullying our minds/we’re bullying ourselves/we keep on falling/we keep on drowning/we keep on calling us names/we keep on wqlking down/ this road filled with hate/ we keep on walking down

okay let me tell you a memory of mine that surfaced in my head this morning. I’ve been in love only once; I’ve never really had many chances to find love due to my mental illness, which had me secluded from life. I was on holiday in England and met this boy who was part of the family who hosted me and another girl, he was around one year older than me. I remember one day it was raining, I was feeling very bad due to my mood swings and my italian friend was trying to confort me and asked me what she could do to help me, I thought about it for a bit and then said: “let’s go out under the rain”, I remember she smiled and convinced me to bring the boy along. We walked for hours under the rain and talked about many different things, fed some swans and at one point I was getting in a bad mood again, so the boy whispered to my friend “I think she’s going down again”, and I said “no, I’m not” but actually I was on the verge of tears (mood swings will do that to you) so he cut an hydrangea from a bush and gave it to me with a smile. And I remember I was in love in that moment, it was like a fairytale. Now it may seem stupid and childish, but I remember the magic of that moment so well.

The Right One

Well this is something I thought I would never do, write my own fic but here it is. Trust me, it’s a lot harder than you think and without the help of 3 special people, I don’t think I could have done it alone.

Firstly, I need to thank @thegirlfromoverthepond for her understanding and friendship. You are truly one lovely human being.

Secondly, my story would be nothing without my mentor and beta @finnicko-loves-anniec. Thank you for your patience and brilliant beta-skills. I really hit the jackpot with you as my mentor.  

And thirdly (and by no means lastly), @drivebyanon. Thank you for your never-ending support and encouragement throughout this whole journey, even when I wanted to give up. You were my very own cheer squad when I needed it the most so I’m dedicating this story to you.

Sorry, there’s no smut here. I’m still in the ‘pre-school’ stage but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

SUMMARY

‘we don’t meet people by accident, they are meant to cross our path for a reason,’ Rubyanne

Peeta didn’t know her name or even if she was real. All he knew is that he had to paint her image and hope that destiny would allow them to one day cross paths.

THE RIGHT ONE

“Well, thank you for applying. I do have a few other applicants to see, and I’ll be in touch if I need more information about your application,” Peeta said to yet another hopeful single young lady wanting to work at his bakery. It was becoming a joke between many of the other store keepers. They all knew why these girls were so interested in working at the bakery with Peeta. Ever since his father passed away almost one year ago, Peeta had been working around the clock to keep the bakery going and adding a few of his new ideas to make the bakery even more profitable than it already was. As a wealthy young bachelor, Peeta was finding it hard to find the ‘right one’. Obviously in another vain attempt to seduce Peeta, the young girl shamelessly fluttered her eyelashes and giggled whilst stepping closer, proudly showing off the low neckline of her dress that left nothing to the imagination.

“Thank you Peeta, it was nice to see you again after all this time. I’ll wait for your call. Don’t be a stranger, okay.” No, Peeta would not be calling her.

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The One That Got Away ( Peter Parker X Reader )

First, before you guys read this piece. Please do not kill me. I was so in the mood to write when I listened to Katy Perry. Forgeve meh my fellow Hollanders. I’ll make it up to you guys. For now this all I can offer.

Peter. My best friend and my first love.

We knew each other since grade school. We always had each others back. He was a such a sweet boy. He didn’t made it hard for me to fall inlove.

“ Your staring at her again. ” Ned said as I looked at Peter’s direction. He was staring at her again. Ever since he saw her, she was the only thing that came out of his mouth.

“ How can I not? She’s so perfect. She’s beautiful and smart. ” Peter mumble as his eyes twinkled. The twinge of pain hit my chest like a bullet. I hate it when this happens. I hate how he could be so blind. But I can’t seem to hate him.

“ Why can’t you just ignore him Y/n? ” Michelle said as we sat inside the library. She’s been my bestfriend eversince I entered Midtown School of Science and Technology. I started telling her my feelings for Peter for awhile now. She is constantly telling me to just ditch Peter so my feelings can disappear. It wasn’t gonna be that easy.

I had been with Peter for a long time, I knew everything about Peter. I know what he eats, what he likes and what he tends to do as a habit.

I even know that his Spiderman.

“ Mich, I can’t just do that. ” I said as I skim through my chemistry book and began highlighting some notes. I heard her sigh in frustration in front of me. “ Why are you so nice?!” she grumbled as I just laughed and held her hand as the anger in her face disappeared and tightened her hold on my hand.

“ Ok I’ll let this slide one more time. But please, can you be selfish for once. Think about yourself. I just don’t want to see you hurt. If you really like him just blurt it out already. ” she said as she gave me a concerned look. She is right. Maybe I can change Peter’s feeling. What he is feeling for Liz is just a crush. I can still change it.

“ Ok, I’ll tell him. ” you said as you pulled away from Michelle’s grasp and took your phone out.

To: PeterParkingLot 😂😁

Hey, are you free? Let’s go eat out tonight. I got something to tell you. I’ll wait for you at the park. See you at 5.

You pressed send as you looked at Michelle with determination.

Class ended and you immidiately dressed up as pretty as possible. Just a typical sleeveless shirt and buttoned down jeans. You look at your self in the mirror as you took a breath.

“ You look beautiful sweet heart. ” you heard someone said. You turned to see your grandmother. She was the only parent that you have in Queens. Your parents work abroad to provide money for you.

You smiled at her as she walked towards you and handed you a familiar cream colored envelope. Then it came to you. It was the love letter you made for Peter last school year that you failed to give. Your grandmother looked at you and held your hands and said.

“ You can do it. This is it. ”

You nodded and smiled at her. She was right. He needs to know. It was now or never.

You made your way to the park. You got there earlier than expected which was strange. When you and Peter would eat out, even if you were the one that asked out he would always be the first to arrive at the meeting spot.

“ maybe he just want to finish the death star lego construction with Ned it was almost done anyway. ” you said positively. You looked at your watch.

4:55 pm.

Five minutes more. He was just late.

An hour had past. It seemed like an eternity. The sky has started to darken. You looked at your watch.

6:56 pm.

His not coming.

“ He’ll come. His just patrolling Queens right now. ” you said. With that you continued to wait.


At 7:30 you decided to make your way to his apartment. Maybe he was just busy doing homework and missed your text.


You looked up at the dark sky. And then you saw a figure swing buy. Two figures.


You followed it. As you got near it revealed more clearly who the two was.


It was Spider man and in his arms was … . . Liz.

You saw then drop by an Alley. You made it to the Alley and peaked.

Peter hung upside down as Liz stood infront of him. They were talking and laughing. Needles pierced its way to your heart. Thousand of needles stab its way to your chest. What happened next killed you.

Liz began to lower his mask on the half of Peter’s pace. Then she placed a warm kiss on his lips.

Like a sword, it stabbed you from behind and had you in a insane pain. Your eyes watered as your hands covered your mouth. A kiss was enough.

A kiss was enough to tell the Person the word “ I Love You. ”

A kiss was enough, to say that he loved her.

A kiss was enough, to tell you that you were to late.

You ran away as far as you could. Away from the scene. Away from the pain. Away from him. Away from Peter.

The starry night sky disappeared as it darkened and thundered.

“ Pitter, Patter. ”

The rain sounded as it fell.

You stood in the middle of a dark side walk. Under the rain. Numb and broken.

Your phone vibrated from your pocket you pulled it out as water hit its screen and on it showed a picture of Peter. You swiped the red icon indicating that you declined the call. Your phone’s lockscreen revealed your phone history.

150 messages and 50 calls from Ned, Michelle, and Peter.

You stared at the screen as you pressed the off button, shutting the phone down. You looked at your watch.

12:01 am.

It was past midnight. Yet you didn’t care.

The road was barely empty. You did something crazy without even nothing.

You walked towards the middle of the road.

You looked at the sky.

You smiled.

The sky cried with you.

You cried with your head up to the sky making your tears fall like waterfalls. You gripped the letter at your right hand.

You were too numb.

Too broken.

Too sad.

Too pained

To notice what was happening around you.

To notice the pair of headlights on your way.

The lights glowed brighter as it drew near. The rain’ made it impossible for the driver to see you. Then… . .

Peter held his phone as he stood in front of a corpse covered in a white blanket. His gaze landed on Michelle and your grandmother crying.

Michelle cried as she placed an arm on your grandmothers back and one on the clothed corpse. Your grandmother shouting pleads and begs for the clothed to wake up. Peter’s eyes landed on Ned on the other side. Crying. And before him was your father and mother hugging the corpse.

Your mother slowly removed the cloth from the corpse face.

It revealed a cold, lifeless Y/n.

Peter’s eyes watered as he gripped his phone and on the screen was your text message.

From: Y/nDaBestie😂😆

Hey, are you free? Let’s go eat out tonight. I got something to tell you. I’ll wait for you at the park. See you at 5.

Sent by Y/nDaBestie Yesterday.

He was so busy with Liz that he forgot you. He cried as he dropped on the floor as he stared at your dead body.

The days of past as your funeral began. Peter stood infront your coffin for the whole day. His Aunt May would beg him to rest and will comeback tomorrow. He did get rest but at the following day he will do the same routine. Stand infront.

He ignored Liz. He didn’t feel anything when she said her condolences. The last day of the funeral came and your burial came. Your grandmother watched Peter stand infront of your tombstone. Unmoving.

She stared at the familiar envelope in hand. She sighed and walked beside Peter who noticed her but didn’t turn.

“ Here lies Y/n L/n

a Loving daughter and a supportive friend. ( (birth year) - 2017 ) ”

Peter stared at the words on the rock.

“ Here dear. ” he saw your grandma hand him a crippled unopened envelope. She gave him a sad smiled. “ She wanted you to have it. ” she said as she patted his back and walked away.

Peter watched her leave and spun his attention back at the letter. It was adressed to him from You.

He tore it open and pulled out a crumpled letter. He then began to read its content.

Hey Peter!

I don’t know to say this in personal and I would probably faint if I did so I put it in a letter. So it goes like this, You and I have been friends for a very long time. We’ve had each other’s back for a quite a long time now.

You are the best thing that happened to me Peter. You didn’t make it hard for me to fall in love with you. Heres the dealio.

I Love You Peter.

I Love you so much. Not because your smart, not because spider man.

But because its you. I love everything about you. Every part and every flaw that you have. I’ve always loved you. I’ve always had.

Love

Y/n.

With that, he pressed the letter on his chest hugging it close as he knelt before your stone and his tears dripping down his eyes.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of Denki and Bakugou (separate) cuddling their gf on a rainy day?

kaminari denki

Originally posted by owarus

  • poor sparky 
  • he honestly does like rain even if his quirk is electricity
  • the type to jump into puddles only to complains about how his shoes are all wet
  • tries to kiss his s/o in the rain and even if he gets flustered he knows that the rain nullifies his quirk 

bakugou katsuki

Originally posted by rouge-cerise

  • he fucking hates the rain because it makes him sad (he would never tell anyone that)
  • his s/o has to be the one to urge him out with them or else hes never leaving outside when he sees a rain cloud
  • grumbles some shit while they walk under an umbrella about how “shitty a day” it is
  • totally doesn’t blush when his s/o kisses him under the umbrella in the rain
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shinning. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that’s why I’m scared when you say you love me.
—  |~ Bob Marley ~|