you listened to me you big stupid

feel free to use one/two, all of the following prompts for your fanfics:

- “we need to talk. it’s important” “yes, oooookay. b-but not right now.” “what, why not?” “because we’re in the showers, we’re both naked, you’re cornering me, and people are staring”

- “X doesn’t like me. he doesn’t.” “what? are you listening to yourself?” “don’t be stupid. X is…well, great, and i’m just me.” “dude always smacks you in the ass before any match. he doesn’t do that to encourage you, believe me.”

- “i’m not kissing that!” “you owe me!” “but that thing is…green and. oh my, god, look at those eyes. they’re big. and they’re staring at me. i’m not gonna do this.” “but you have to! listen to me: fairy tales say that in order to break a curse you have to receive a kiss from your true love. kiss him!” “you’re crazy! is this a prank? i’ve never met this friend of yours! i’m not kissing that frog!” “he was talking about you when he transformed into a frog all of a sudden. fucking kiss him, please!”

- “hey, i know you like me because you’re always staring at me. you’re very cute. go out with me, please?…….why did he run away?” “aw, my friend’s super shy.”

- “hi, you don’t  know me, but look, my friend over there - yeah, that one - dared me to ask the most popular guy for a kiss. of course, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. p-please, don’t punch me-” “sure.” “…” “cheek or lips?”

Listen to me Sk8er Boi is an absolutely brilliant piece of bait-and-switch media listen to me.

Avril starts the song off with “look at these two. They are the song’s Heterosexuals” like that’s the first line she’s saying “look you’re not stupid you know this is a love story”

And if you’ve never heard the song before that’s where you think it’s going. “She turns him down but then years later he’s made it big and her friends finally approve of him and they can be together!”


“And also were dating–me and Sk8er Boi here. You thought I was just the narrator well guess the fuck what. were in love and you missed your chance so FUUUUUUUCK YOU ahahahhahahghhff.”

Then she shimmies off screen flipping both birds talking about how she’ll be busy being happily in love with Sk8er Boi if you need her. That ultimate level of Petty.

It’s genius.

Ears Turning Red / Montgomery de la Cruz

Words: 1287

You don’t let the tears that were threatening to fall escape as you stare down your boyfriend. His expression makes you laugh. “You’re not going to even bother denying it?”

Montgomery took a step back and sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes narrowing at you, “It seems you’ve already made up your mind about what you think and what you’re going to do,” he grumbles.

You cross your arm, digging your fingers into your skin, “I just want to know the truth.”

“We’re in a good place and we’re happy, why does it matter?” he sighs.

“Why does it matter?” you scoff, mumbling under your breath. “It matters because if he was telling me the truth-than our entire relationship was built upon a lie!”

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The Promise

Title: The Promise (Mechanic!Dean x Reader, Best Friends AU). Part 1.

Summary: When Dean Winchester was a little kid, he met a girl that would change his life. So, he stood by her through thick and thin and every time people asked him what home was to him all he could think of was her beautiful smile and her big, bright eyes and the sound of her laughter. Because, like Melville used to say, his home was not down in any map. True places never are.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Mary and John Winchester (mentioned), Sam Winchester, Benny Laffite, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), Lisa Braeden

Word count: 7217 (I know, I know, it’s a monster fic but I hope it’s worth it)

Warnings: Language. Lots of fluff. Angst. Divorche, mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and drunk driving, death of a parent. Kid Dean (trust me that should be a warning). Lots of feels. 

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats ‘s 2K Follower Challenge. Michelle, congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it so much! Thank you for organizing this and for letting me participate. I had tons of fun writing this.

Now into the fic, my prompt was “ We’ll figure it out. We always do.” and it is included in the text below in bold. (This is an AU, written entirely from Dean’s POV and hopefully they’ll be more parts.) 

Enjoy everyone!

Dean was five years old when he met the girl that would change his life. Of course, he was too young to know it then, but that didn’t stop Lady Luck from working her magic.

Everything started at the playground just a few blocks away from his house. The little Y/H/C girl was there again that morning, just like the last two times, jumping off the swing like she could fly, but Dean didn’t want to leave his mum and his brother alone to go talk to her. So, he stayed away, stealing glances every now and then, until another boy, older than him and plainly mean, shoved her off the swing and made her fall flat on her butt.

The girl gasped in surprise, her bottom lip wobbling and Dean knew he had to do something about it because he hated seeing girls cry; it reminded him of that time his parents spent the entire night fighting, and of the next morning, when his mother’s eyes were red and puffy and he had to hug her and tell her that joke about the stick being brown and sticky to make her laugh.

So, the green-eyed boy walked to that annoying kid, told him to leave her alone and when he didn’t listen and made fun of her again, Dean punched him so hard that his stupid Pokemon hat flew off and his whole face turned red.

A few seconds later, Stupid Hat was leaving with his tail between his legs and Dean was turning towards the girl that looked like a scared little bird, her big Y/E/C eyes wide open.

“Are you okay?” he implored, taking a step forward.

She nodded solemnly and looked down on the ground.

“Are you going to be mean to me like he was?” she asked.

Dean shook his head.

“No. He was an idiot. Here, give me your hand.” He said and she obeyed, smiled shyly at him.

She was kind of cute.

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Right Here

I cried writing this. Listen to this song while reading. 

Gray clouds littered the sky, making you even more sad. It had been three days since Stefan’s death. Everyone one was still grieving, however they kept their distance from his grave. That was perfect for you because you couldn’t keep yourself together if you saw anyone.

Dead, brown leaves mushed under your shoes, your feet sinking into the earth slightly. You stopped a few feet away from it; Stefan’s grave. Okay, God. You can wake me up now. This is a dream… please let it be a dream. 

You stood in front of the gray headstone, eyes stinging as you tried to hold it all in. “Oh, Stefan.” You whimpered, sinking to your knees. Flowers were laid on the soil, you picked up a few, looking between the plants and the stone. 

Never in your long life had you felt such pain. Sorrow ripped through you, making you gasp for air you didn’t need. “Stefan.”

Your finger tips grazed his name that was carved into the cold stone. “Stefan! You big fucking idiot!” You cried, voice cracking in agony. “You stupid, beautiful idiot. How could you? Why the hell would you save Damon? Why the hell would you leave me? You said you’d never leave me. You said you’d be there forever.” You choked on your tears, gagging as you rested your hands in the dirt. “What happened to forever? What happened to us us seeing the world together? Who am I gonna get drunk with in Greece? Who’s gonna lie with me and listen to Aerosmith? I c-can’t do this. S-Stefan, I need you. I need you to come back, please.”

You hiccuped, makeup running, eyes puffy and red. “I never wanted to be human, you know that. B-But Stefan, I’d be human for you, I’d be human with you. I wanna grow old with you and have cute, little, messy kids with you. I wanna fight you, I wanna love you. I want everything with you. You can’t be gone, please.”

You fiddled with your shaky hands. “I-I wasn’t prepared for this, so I didn’t get a gift for you. But… but I have something better. And I know I should’ve told you this sooner, I’m sorry.” You rambled. 

“I love you, Stefan Salvatore. I love you so damn much.” You leaned forward, kissing the cold stone. “I’m sorry.”

With wobbly legs, you stood up and walked away. You tried to promise yourself that you wouldn’t go back. That you would leave him in the past, but as you looked back at the dull hunk of rock, you realized you would never forget your first love. No one ever does. 

Stefan rested against the tree next to his grave, watching you. He was dizzy with heartache and wanted nothing more than to hold you, wipe away your tears. As you blindly walked past him, stopping to look back at his grave, Stefan gripped your hand. Even though you couldn’t feel it, he rubbed his thumb in small circles. “I’m right here, I’ll be here with you. I love you too.”

Caged (7)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?
Word Count : 1084
A/N: Have a good weekend my precious humans. Part 8 is already half way written by the way. I have Bronchitis so got some time to write.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

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(A.k.a things I’ve done w/ my siblings)


Lance: *runs into room with chocolate bars and locks door*

Lance *in a monotone voice*: dude you gotta help me

Pidge: lance what the fuc-



Allura: -and this cute girl complimented me. I think I’m in love, Pidge.

Pidge: awwh. can’t relate.


Shiro: I’ve drank 3 cups of coffee, and I think it’s starting to get to me.

Keith: why did you do this??


Lance: so if you can compress paper so much it changes into wood, would a man turn back into a baby??

Keith: no, dumbass. It’d be a mess of blood and meat.


Pidge: why does the alphabet rhyme?

Hunk: what do you mean?

Pidge: listen. *sings the alphabet*

Hunk: I think that’s the way the song was organized, because… *talks for 15 minutes about the alphabet*


Keith: Shiro’s trying to torture me by telling me to avoid the phrase “I wanna die”.

Keith *earlier*: “I wanna DI-

Shiro: *glares*

Keith: -IIiive. I wanna dive.

7. Slid stupid notes under doors if they were mad at each other

8. Stole each other’s food


Pidge: I legit forgot that gender existed this morning


Lance: *at 5am* I wish these fucking chickens would shut their big bitching mouths.

Keith: *mumbling* I wish you did too.


Hunk: love you guys

everyone else: love you too, hunk.


Request: “Can you do an imagine where you are dating Harry (Hook) and is really close with Jay and Harry turns into a jealous bitch and you guys have an argument about it but it ends in cuddles and all that sweet stuff.”

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: Profanity

Originally posted by i-am-me-i-am-sam

You were currently hanging out with Jay in the Isle. He was like a big brother to you and you were talking to him because knowing you, you were over thinking things. Jay was good at listening and giving advice so you figured you’d go to him to empty your heart and mind.

“What if he gets bored of me and dumps me for some prettier and smarter girl I’ve been afraid of that happening ever since we got together.” You confessed to Jay.

“Don’t worry Y/N Harry loves you we can all see that. And if he’s stupid enough to so that he’s insane because you’re amazing and a great person.” Jay said.

“Thanks Jay I really needed that.” You said as you stood up and gave him a hug.

“No problem that’s what I’m here for.” Jay smiled. “Hey Y/N I’ve been looking-” Harry was about to finish his sentence until he saw you and Jay.

“Never mind you’re obviously very busy so I’ll see you later.” Harry said bitterly before walking away.

“I’m sorry Jay Harry’s really protective and gets jealous easily.” You apologized.

“Don’t worry about it go talk to him before he swords something to pieces.” Jay said. You chuckled before nodding and following Harry.

“Harry!” You shouted.

Harry didn’t slow down though he continued walking very quickly. You ran and finally caught up to him. You grabbed his arm and spun him around.

“Stop okay what’s up with you why are you being like this.” You asked. You already knew the answer but you wanted Harry to tell you himself.

“I saw you hugging Jay.” Harry said.

“Babe it was just a friendly hug okay you know Jay and I go way back.” You explained.

“Yeah but maybe Jay could’ve thought it was more then just friendly.”

“What? No he likes Lonnie he’s been thinking of away to ask her out. Baby him and I are like siblings okay nothing more.” You stated.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yes by the way you look cute when you’re jealous.” You giggled.

“So are you and in that case I’ll have to get jealous more often.” Harry winked.

“No please don’t.” You chuckled.

“I’m sorry for getting jealous I just don’t want to lose you, I love you.” Harry said.

“I forgive you don’t worry and I love you too.” You smiled.

You and Harry had walked while you both were talking with each other. Now you were in your bedroom. You both went under the covers and cuddled with each other as you watched a movie. Halfway through it you both had fallen asleep in each other’s arms guarding and protecting each other.

Mine - a Peter Parker/ Spiderman imagine

Woah two Tom Holland imagines in one day! Ya girl got a new obsession.

Originally posted by hardyness

“Hey Pete! It’s Y/N…but you already knew that because your phone probably said you had a voicemail from me… and like 20 texts…because thats how phones work… haha… Anyways I was just calling to see if you were still coming for our movie night tonight. You kinda bolted from school today and yesterday… aaaand the day before that so I haven’t really had the chance to make sure you were still on. Yeah, um call me or text me.” Y/N paced around the floor of her room, her had running through her hair as she stared at her phone after pressing the end call button. 

Y/N and Peter had been best friends since diapers. And Ned of course, but Y/N and Peter were inseparable. She plopped her self down on the edge of her bed, a heavy sigh escaping her lips and she glanced around her room, her eyes landing on a set of Photo Booth pictures of her and Peter each one more silly than the one before. She grinned as she picked them up, holing them gently in her fingers as though they would shatter under her touch. Things had been so different lately, her parents were constantly fighting and slamming doors and leaving and Peter had been seemingly avoiding her like the plague when she had needed him most. 

She pressed Ned’s name on her phone, hopping Peter was with him and that maybe he had just forgotten his phone or something. But to no avail, Ned was ignoring her also. She tossed her phone across the room with a groan. “I guess friend night is just for you and me now.” Y/N said to her dog who was curled up at the bottom of her bed before pressing play, turning the volume up to drown out the sounds of her parents screaming.

“Ned you can’t tell anyone.” Peter stared at his friend who already was beginning to lose his shit. Peters phone began to ring yet again in his pocket, he let it continue to ring while and New continued to talk. Ned phone began to ring only a moment later, the ringer specifically picked out for when Y/N called echoing In the room.

“Does Y/N know?” Ned asked and Peters eyes widened. He shook his head quickly. “No she doesnt. And she never will. After everything she has been through lately she can’t know that people try to kill me everyday. I’m pretty sure t would give her a heart attack.“Peter couldn’t bare the thought of hurting Y/N. She was his person, at least that’s what he liked to call her, if anything happened to her it would kill him. He already felt bad enough ignoring her and leaving her hanging so often but he couldn’t risk it. 

 Y/N leaned her head inside her locker, sniffling away the tears she had been crying all night and morning. Her dad had completely abandoned her and her mom. Packed everything and left them screaming nonsense. Her mom couldn’t handle it and left Y/N to go drink and didn’t return home. She had tried to reach out to Peter and of course was sent directly to voicemail. Y/N reached her hands up, forcefully rubbing them over her tear stained face. With a deep breath she slammed her locker shut. Peter and Ned stood on the other side of the door both with cheesy grins plastered on their faces. The grins quickly fell as they saw how Y/N looked, no makeup which never happened, puffy red eyes, tear stained cheeks and stain covered baggy sweatshirt drowning her already small frame.

“Y/N.. you look..” Peter stared.

“Awful.” Ned finished. Y/N rolled her eyes shoving past the two, hitting them both with her shoulders. 

“Definitely the way to any girls heart. Tell her she looks awful.” MJ leaned against the wall near them staring as though she had been there the whole time. The two looked at her for a moment before quickly turning to go and catch up with Y/N.

“Y/N waits whats wrong?”  Peter ran quickly and grabbed her hand, pulling her into an empty classroom and shutting the door before Ned could come in. He had a feeling this was something just the two of them needed to talk about. Y/N stared ahead at the empty chairs, not turning to Peter who stood behind her. Tears threatened her eyes once more and she took in a shaky breath. “please… you can tell me anything… Its me." 

 Y/N let out a sad and sarcastic laugh. She could feel her anger building up inside of her the closer Peter got to her. She turned on her heel and looked him in the eye. "Anything? I can’t tell you jack shit! You haven’t been here for weeks Peter! You bolt the second the final bell rings and when I talk to you during school you are always staring at the clock or your phone." 

 "Y/N I can explain! It’s the internship I- I have been waiting for a really big call and it takes up all my time!” Peter begged. But Y/N just shook her head an annoyed smile plastered on her lips honestly scaring Peter. “I thought you were happy about me having the internship!”

 "Would you just shut up about that stupid Internship!!“ Y/N screamed, Peter stepping back slightly. ” you aren’t listening to a word I say! I can’t tell you anything because you don’t listen! If you actually cared you would have actually listened to me and been there for me when I needed you Pete! And I fucking needed you. If you even cared a little bit you would have been there. But you weren’t, so clearly you don’t. You have completely shut me out Peter. If you want to end it and not be my friend any more please just end it instead of dragging me along like this because I can’t take it anymore.“ Y/N wasn’t even trying to hold back her tears at this point.

“Y/N… Please…” He reached out to her, they were standing so close yet they had never felt so far apart. 

“No Peter. If you won’t do it then I will. Don’t talk to me ever again, its the least you can do.” She sniffled, wiping her tears away before walking out of the room, walking past Ned and MJ and walking straight out the school doors. Peter stood frozen in his spot, silent tears slipping down his cheek as he stared at the empty space where his best friend and the love of his life had been standing just moments before. He was at a loss of words, the only sound filling the room was that of his heart breaking. He was so worried about hurting Y/N because of being Spiderman that he didn’t realize how much he himself had been hurting her. 

Peter sat on the rough of the apartment building across from Y/N’s home, he could see the window he had snuck into countless of times before to Y/N’s room, the flickering of a candle as the only light coming from the room. Her curtains blew slightly in from the light breeze that was blowing through her wide open window. He hadn’t seen or heard from Y/N the rest of the day no matter how many times he called her and looked around the city for her. He ripped his mask from his face feeling suffocated suddenly. He let so stupid for being so blind to how she had been feeling. Its not like she didn’t reach out to him, he was just so caught up in everything that he flat out ignored it. He could hear her mom yelling something at Y/N from where he was sat followed by a loud slam and her mom storming out of the townhouse with a large packed bag. This was his chance, slipping his mask back on he slung his web to attach to her roof, swinging down to land outside of her window.

“Fuck you too mom.” Y/N spoke with no emotion as she closed the door to her room, leaning against it and letting her body slide down it to be sitting on the floor in front of it.

“Now thats no way to talk to your mom.” Y/N’s gaze shut up as she stood quickly, Her eyes grew wide as she stared at The Spider-Man standing in the middle of her room. “Now I know what your thinking and no I’m not here to put you in jail or anything for using that language. I had heard from my pal Peter through the Stark Internship that his best friend Y/N was having a tough time and that he was a complete dumb ass. I figured I would come and try to patch things up. I hear you are a fairly big fan of me.” He stepped closer to her as she stood still, her mouth dropping open in disbelief. “Close your mouth sweetheart,  it would be a shame if a bug hereto fly in here.” He laughed slightly as he reached his finger up to gently lift her jaw and caress her cheek for a moment. 

“This can’t be real life.” Y/N shook her head quickly, pacing slightly in front of him. “I must be dreaming. Or I finally died, jeez that was a bit morbid…” Peter chuckled in front of her and her attention was drawn back to Spider-Man again. A small smile on her lips.

“What?” He asked as she stared at him.

“Oh nothing, you just..  your giggle sounds a lot like Peter’s. I love his little laugh.” She smiled as she bit her lip, thinking of all the times she had heard him let out his stupid little giggle. 

“Sounds like you love a lot more than his laugh.” Spiderman pushed stepping close to her once more.

“What? I mean- oh hell this is all a dream anyways so I might as well just say it. Yeah I love everything about Peter. I love him more than anyone or anything in this world. Thats why it hurt so much. Because no matter how much I say I hate him or how much he hurt me,I will always love him. I know he was just so caught up in the amazing Internship he got. I mean its his future, And I know how much it means to him. I know I was just being selfish. I think I will always be in love with him.” Y/N sighed as she sat on the edge her bed, playing with her chipped paint on her finger nails.

“Well… I know how hard it was for you to tell me that secret. Can I let you in on my own big secret before I give you some advice on what you just said?” Peter was trying his hardest to not stumble over his words, he knew what he said didn’t make the most sense but the love of his life just admitted she loved him too. Y/N glanced up at him her eyes shining with tears. 

“Go for it.” Peter took a deep breath as he reached his hand up, grabbing the top of his mask and pulling it off. Y/N’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of her face as she stood up and looked at Peter who had a small smirk on his lips. 

“I’ll always be in love with you too.” Peter said as he closed the distance between the two, pulling Y/N against him and connecting their lips in a passionate kiss. The two finally pulled away as Y/N continued to stare at him her brain unable to think of anything to say.

“This is why I have been so distant, I couldn’t risk you getting hurt from knowing but I was so caught up in that that I didn’t see how badly I was actually hurting you.” Peter admitted. Y/N reached up and punched him on the shoulder with all her strength. He jerked back slightly, his arm reaching up to nurse the light ache.

“Thats for being an asshole.” Y/N said sternly. She reached up again, Peter flinching and closing his eyes only to be pleasantly surprised when Y/N was kissing him once more.

“What was that one for?” 

“Thats for being my asshole.”

It's Deku’s birthday!!

You know what that calls for? Headcanons ofcourse!

  • At first no one in the class knew when Midoriya’s birthday was and he was perfectly fine with that. He didn’t want anyone making a big fuss about it.
  • So there he is, coming down to the dorms common room. He greets everyone like normal.
  • But when he was about to say good morning to a somewhat irritated Bakugo;
  • Everyone snaps their head towards them.
  • “"It’s your birthday Midoriya?” “Ah, yeah. But it’s no big deal, really. I mean it’s just a day, no-nothing special.”
  • But it is a big deal. A very big deal.
  • Everyone wishes him and he’s smiling and embarrassed like crazy.
  • Everyone also apologized since they didn’t have anything to give him. 
  • But unknown to innocent Midoriya, an organization had formed the moment his birthday was announced.“"The planning of Deku’s super special surprise party organization.” Formed by Uraraka and Tenya. And they were steadily gaining members at an alarming rate.
  • They were careful not to attract any attention from their target, and Izuku didn’t think anything was suspicious at all.
  • The first time he thought everyone was weird was during lunch.
  • All of his classmates apparently had something else they needed to do. “Hey Uraraka, Ida, where are you going? Our tables over there.” “Sorry Deku, I actually…. have to go see Hatsume! Yeah, you see I want her to do something….with my….suit! I think something’s wrong!” “"The same is for me! I believe there’s a crack! In my….. helmet.. very serious.”
  • All the excuses were the same, some (Kaminari, Kirishima, Mineta and Ashido)had to see a teacher for extra lessons, some (Tsuyu, Momo, and Mr Sparkly (sorry I can’t remember his name) were feeling sick and had to go see recovery girl and someone (*cough* Todoroki the worst liar in existence *cough*) even said that they lost something and had to go back to the classroom.
  • Even stranger was when he went to see All Might, after he knocked and entered he saw all Might standing in front of his cupboard with an almost panicked expression on his face.
  • “Mirdoria my boy! What are you doing here?” “"Oh, well I wanted to get your opinion on this new move I was thinking for my shoot style.”
  •  All might made it a point to answer in a hurry and to keep him away from the cupboard.
  • Midoriya thought he heard the cupboard sneeze but all might insisted that he wasn’t imagining it.
  • “"All Might, did the cupboard just sneeze?” “What? No, ofcourse not! Cupboards can’t sneeze, I think all this talking about complicated maneuvers is making you imagine things my boy!Maybe we should discuss it some other time.”
  • After all the classes were over Aizawa asked Midoriya to stay behind and take some worksheets to the teachers lounge.
  • He was about to head back when he almost slammed into Ida who asked him to get a part of his costume from the support workshop. Before Midoriya could say anything else Ida sprinted back to the dorms
  • For some reason no one was in there and Midoriya spent an hour looking for everything before he eventually gave up.
  • When he finally came back to the dorms it was pitch black
  • Suddenly the lights go on and everyone was there. 
  • Class 1-A, all might, Mr Aizawa, Mommy Midoriya, Gran Torino, Hatsume, even Recovery girl.
  • Midoriya was smiling and blushing and couldn’t even get a word out.
  • “Come on Deku! Blow the candle and make a wish!” 
  • Apparently everyone had gone out during lunch to buy presents (with permission from their softy of a homeroom teacher) 
  • The sneeze he had heard from All Mights cupboard was actually Kaminari whose nose got tickled from Uraraka hair when they had went to tell All Might about their plans of the party and had to hide when they heard Deku at the door.
  • Gran Torino insisted that the reason he came was because he was promised with as many deserts as he wanted.
  • Mommy Midoriya was smiling and crying for five minutes and couldn’t stop hugging her son.
  • Aizawa insisted that the only reason he was there was because he didn’t want the class going overboard and how he couldn’t trust All Might to handle it himself.
  • Thought that’s a lie, if ever there was one.
  • Todoroki gave Deku a scarf since he over heard Deku saying he needed to buy a new one.
  • Uraraka got him a new pair of his favorite sneakers (a limited edition All Might themed Sneakers of only 100 ever made, Deku couldn’t stop thanking her and said it was really amazing)
  • Dekus inner voice, “Oh my god, I actually got a present from a girl!”
  • Ida gave him a book on famous hero’s who specialized in close combat attacks.
  •  Kaminari got him a a pair of rolled skates.
  • Kirishima gave him a new video game that he and Deku had been talking about.
  • Tokoyami actually got him a sword because he remembered how Deku thought it was super cool when they were showing each other there rooms on the first day.
  • Hatsume gave him one of her newest ‘babies’ 
  • Jirou gave him a new pair of headphones.
  • All Might gave him a New Jersey (Deku was completely ecstatic that he got a gift from his idol).
  • Recovery Girl gave him a first aid kit (”If you’re going to hurt yourself so much, you should Atleast be able to help yourself!”)
  •  Aizawa gave him a sleeping bag like his own. And so on
  • Bakugo didn’t even wrap his present and just threw it at him.
  • It was a paper weight.
  • Izuku insists that it was the best birthday he ever had.
Stay Professional Pt.8

Work AU! Fluff, Angst and Suggestive smut: Jungkook x Reader

Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 (Part 9 will be a continuation) 

Summary: Jimin walks in on your heated argument with Jungkook. Jimin’s job offer still stands. How the cards unfold is frustrating for both parties. If only someone could swallow their pride and make the first move

A/N: this is a lot of angst. 

Panicking, you wiped away your salty tears that rolled endlessly down your cheeks to leave a red tear-stained face. Jungkook opened the door and found himself face to face with Jimin, the last person he had wanted to see. 

“What’s wrong? You look tense.” Jimin lips curled into a sly smile. 

“What do you want?” Jungkook’s voice was cold, disrespectful and Jimin didn’t like it one bit. 

“Is this how you normally talk to your seniors? Looks like I didn’t teach you properly.” He rolled his eyes, letting himself in before stopping his steps at the sight of you in Jungkook’s office. He scanned your flustered expression and turned on his heel to face Jungkook again. 

“Am I interrupting something?” 

Yes. In fact, you are.” Jungkook’s voice sounded evidently annoyed. He was biting on his tongue to stop himself from speaking his toxic thoughts. 

“I-I’ll be taking my leave then, Sir.” You spoke in a quiet voice, the sound of your clacking heels quickly emphasised your goal to escape. 

“Wait.” Jimin grabs you by the arm, forcefully making you stop your way out of Jungkook’s office. He took note of your tear-stained face and looked over at Jungkook again- he had his jaw visibly clenched and eyes adverted to the marble floor. 

“What happened?” Jimin asked although he had a rough idea of what had occurred- as he had planned for this to happen. Only silence had answered him. Jimin eased his grip on your arm and changed his expression into a more gentle one. 

“Tell him Y/N. After all, isn’t he going to be your future employer? After all I did for you, you’re just going to leave me for your own gain.” Jungkook smirked coldly, his gaze pierced through you and your eyes began to water again. 

“I-I can’t believe you’d assume the worst of me.” Your voice started to tremble from rage.

“You’re saying that to me? You just said I’m some kind of fuck boy that only hired you to sleep with you.”

“Essentially that’s what you did! And here I was, thinking that we had something genuine! You’re heartless Jungkook!” You raised your voice, at that point you didn’t care that Jimin was there. You needed to tell him these things and that’s exactly what you were planning to do.

“If I wanted someone to fuck I would’ve paid for a prostitute Y/N! You’re just making stupid assumptions with no evidence! Whilst I have evidence on my side! Written evidence, in fact!” Jungkook angrily pulls out the card from before and threw it in Jimin’s direction. 

“Jimin told me how you were with girls Jungkook. You used them like how you used me. You played with their feelings and you didn’t give a damn about how they might’ve felt!” Jungkook felt a shot to his pride. Essentially, he knew that was the truth, at least in the past. But this time, he had no intention of doing that to you. You made him feel alive again. Every time he was with you, he felt warm- he wanted to see more sides of you and watch you grow under his guidance. You gave him butterflies that he couldn’t tame. 

“And you believe him?” Jungkook gulped, frenzy washed over his face. 

“Why wouldn’t I believe him Jungkook? What would you’ve done if I had fucked you and just left the next morning without a proper explanation? You didn’t even specify what the emergency was- of course I’m going to assume the worst of you!” You massaged your burning headache. It had been a long time since you’d cried this much in front of anybody. Unluckily, it just had to be infront of your boss. Another wave of silence hit the office. This time, the atmosphere thicker than before as Jimin stood planted in his spot, carefully observing the chaos laid out in front of him.

“Why are you here Jimin?” Jungkook’s question was straight-forward. He had no patience left to sugarcoat his thoughts. 

“I was going to discuss Y/N’s situation with you in person. It appears I might’ve made matters a little difficult for the both of you.” Jimin tried to sound sympathetic but it didn’t work because his emotions were fully detached. 

“Yeah you really stirred up shit this time. If this is about your job offer to her go ahead. Not like she’d want to stay with me anyways- she thinks I hired her just to fuck her.” Jungkook growled with rage burning in his stomach. He absolutely hated the idea of you leaving him for Jimin but his dumb mouth didn’t shut up in time.

“I accept your offer Jimin. You’re right, I am a burden to him. In more ways than one so please tell me when I should arrive at your office.” You spoke out, clearly infuriated at Jungkook’s childish behaviour. It was the spur of the moment- but it was a sentence that turned all tables. You didn’t actually plan for this to happen but your lack of professionalism got the best of you. 

If he’s going to play stubborn, I’m going to show him how to do it better. 

You watched as Jungkook’s eyebrows quickly knitted together after processing your words. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting you to reply so quickly to Jimin’s offer. 

“I never said anything about you being a burden.” Jungkook immediately whispered- panic clearly painted on his face as he realised that you were seriously about to leave him. 

“Sorry did you want something else? We already fucked you know.” You smirked at him, giving him his signature cold stare back at him. It shut him up completely. Jungkook was at a loss for words- he had just processed the fact that you were in fact, going to leave his side for Jimin’s. And that seemed completely berserk to him. 

“Y/N. You’re going to regret this. You’re not in your right mind. Don’t do it.” Jungkook warned, his face suddenly terribly close to your own. 

Watch me.” 

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Mint Boy’s flower ◆ Part III

Requested by the lovely @thefuturewillbeprosperous

Part I ◆ Part II

Genre : Fluff/Smut/Dark/Angst/Mafia/Drugs

Paring : Yoongi x Reader

Summary : When a drug dealer meets the rarest flower.

Warning :

- Very graphic/violent content

- English is not my mother tongue so please forgive all my lacks of conjugation / spelling mistakes ♡

A/N : Thanks again to the sweet @thefuturewillbeprosperous​ for this amazing request. I had a lot of fun writing it & thanks to you, many other cuties came to read some of my other writings which is amazing. Merci infiniment, et j’espère qu’on continueras à apprendre à se connaitre. ♥

And thanks to all the cuties who loved this story. I hope you’ll stay with me for the next ones, and I hope you’ll like it even better !

The room is plunged in the dim light, the daylight barely coming through the blinds. It has been several days since Yoongi didn’t leave his room, refusing to see anyone. He doesn’t eat, empties his reserve of whiskey and saké, and has no more tears to shed. He’s in a lamentable state, alcoholic and drugged to forget, condemned to constantly see you appear in his mind, unable to think of anything else. The rare moments of lucidity are the most painful: all the mistakes, all the evil things that he has made resurface and haunts him. His inability to go back in time makes him mad. How could he be convinced that he could keep you away from this part of himself? His selfishness tortures him. But the fact that you’re deliberately out of his life is much worse. You should have given him the chance to explain, the chance to make you understand why he did so. He just wanted to protect you and he only hurt you.

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The Article

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: Yes

@nevaehsuga :  Can I request a peter parker x reader where the reader is the akward/sarcastic type and they write for the schools newspaper. And can peter be the one to take pictures for the paper? So one day the reader writes about spiderman (like who spiderman could be? Maybe they guess it’s a teenager) (or they write how amazing he is despite what others say about him) idk this idea came to me (and since I can’t write for crap) I knew you could execute this perfectly. I really love your writing sweetheart

A/N: This is probably so bad. I’m so, so, sorry for the long wait! High school is already pretty stressful and homework was keeping me from writing anything. Thank you so much for those of you who are still sticking with me, I am so sorry if this actually sucks, it is such a great request but I feel like I messed it up… Well, thanks for reading anyway!<3


You absentmindedly twirl your ballpoint pen between your fingers, listening to your fellow school newspaper committee members disagree on something stupid.

“We should write about the chess club! The big tournament is coming soon and they need all the support they can get!”

“Oh, so you’re telling me that the chess club is more important than the news of the new captain of the Academic Decathlon team?”

“How about a story on sports!”

“This is Midtown School of SCIENCE and TECHNOLOGY! We don’t do freaking sports!”

“(Y/N), as our head journalist, what do you think?”

You hadn’t even realized that you had laid your head on the desk, dosing off slightly. With a jolt, you recoil back and sit up straight, feigning a look of deep concentration.

“We should write about Spider-Man.” you state matter of factly without a second thought, earning a series of groans from everyone in the room.

“He’s had enough praise! He’s old news!”

“He could be, like, a seriously weird person. We don’t need weird people here.”

“Then why are you in this room?”

“He’s boring! Iron Man is better!”

“Now, now settle down children.” you drawl, shaking your head from side to side. “Clearly, you don’t understand the significance of this particular hero. Sure, maybe he’s not the most impressive hero in the book but in a way, he is one of the most important-”

You hear a scoff from a corner of the room but you decide to ignore it, ”-because he, like us, is just a teenager.“

Another outburst erupts from your peers.


You roll your eyes, “Pfft, please. I know what boys sound like when their hormones start getting all excited.”

 Many eyes avert your gaze in embarrassment and you smirk with satisfaction.

 "Since he is a teenager, he is probably dealing with all the hardships that we are and even more for he has to be able to balance all these regular struggles with saving the world.“ you continue.

 "City.” someone coughs in an unsubtle manner.

“More like street.” someone else giggles.

“He’s accomplished more than the both of you combined.” you fire back, glaring. They avert your gaze, coughing nervously.

“He is quite phenomenal and I believe he deserves more praise. Imagine the publicity this paper and article could receive!” you say enthusiastically when you see some unconvinced (and unimpressed) looks. “Fellow students will feel a surge of motivation reading about a hero that has accomplished so much at such a young age! If Spider-Man can save the world and complete his homework, then us normal people can ace a final math exam!” 

"Please. We all know why you want to write another article about this Spider character,” a boy calls from the back and sniggers soon echoed through the room. “You have a crush on him. Pathetic. He probably doesn’t even know you exist.”

You feel your cheeks burn as giggles fill the room but you don’t let a little blush stop you.

“And the last time I checked, your photography skills don’t exist either,” you remark, a triumphant grin crawling on your face as you witnessed the boy turn livid. “I’m going to have to ask you to give me that camera now, there’s someone I have in mind that is much more deserving of this position than you.”

His mouth is gaping at you uncontrollably but it doesn’t phase you in the slightest.

“All in favour to write about our web shooting hero?”

Every hand shoots immediately into the air.


“Come on, Parker!” you whine, trying to keep up with his long paces down the hallways. “Just one photo, that’s all I’m asking! I’ll even help you! I know some places where he tends to show up… like that churro stand down that street and-”

“No!” Peter repeats, but this time you were startled for he had basically shouted. He blushes and lowers his voice when a teacher gives the two of you the stink eye. “I mean, I can’t (Y/N). I’m really sorry.”

You scoff, folding your arms across your chest in attempt to appear menacing. Peter didn’t flinch or back away. The two of you had always been like this, ever since you were kids. The Stubbornness Showdown, as the two of you liked to call it. Basically a game of who would be able to stand their ground and who would give in first. Sometimes it went on for days, cause let’s face it, you and Peter were probably the most stubborn and independent people in the world. 

All of this was normal, the two of you practically grew up together. You had so much in common and you laughed and learned together, helped each other up when the other fell down. But as you grew older your affection for Peter started to grow stronger. Besides, dating Peter sounded much more realistic than dating Spider-Man, whoever he was.

“You know what? I bet you can’t do it. You probably don’t even know how to turn on a camera.” you taunt, turning your back to him and walking away.

“It’s not that…”

“Pfft, please. Excuses, excuses.”

You mask a smile of triumph when you see Peter flush red while struggling to come up with an answer.

Although you were going to admit, he was acting strangely. You were only asking for a simple picture and you even offered to lend him a hand. It was quite a simple task, so what made him say no?

“Well, I’ll be off then-”

“…Fine, I’ll do it.”

“I’m afraid that your answer is too late, Mr. Parker. Don’t worry I’ll find someone else. Flash perhaps? I’d absolutely love to feed his ego, see how large it can grow…”

“(Y/N)!” Peter shouts, sounding exasperated but smiling all the same. “Please, let me. I’ll do it!”

“Hmm, that’s odd. I recall that I was the one asking you to agree merely minutes ago-”

“Shut up.”

“Lead by example.”


“Must you insist on tagging along?” he asked, nervously pulling at the collar of his sweatshirt, his skintight red and blue suit hiding underneath.

“Dude, we’ve been hiding out here since we were five. Even if you didn’t want me here, I’d find you in a matter of seconds,” you reply, giving his shoulder a friendly nudge with your own. Peter fought the urge to lean in closer. Instead, he huffed heavily in response.

“Besides, you like my company.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Shut it, Parker." 

It went on like this for a while; the two of you on the lookout for the red and blue clad hero while talking about meaningless things.

"So why are you so keen on writing an article on Spider-Man?” Peter inquired suddenly, catching you slightly off guard. “A lot of people think that he’s a lame hero or simply a party trick. Are you planning to write a hate article?”

For some reason, Peter looked awfully hurt, but you brushed it off without a second thought. You also tried to ignore his warm, brown eyes but goddamnit, it was hard.

“Well, I think he’s amazing and deserves so much more credit,” you start, struggling to keep your thoughts together when Peter’s eyes bore into yours. “He’s inspiring and I feel like he has the need to prove himself and I want to help him along on his journey. I bet he’s been through a lot and I will try my best to support him, even if he doesn’t know I exist.”

You expect Peter to laugh or make fun of you but - to your surprise - he smiles. His affection for you was growing by the second. Feeling comfortable, you continue.

“I know I must sound like an obsessed fangirl, but I guess I kind of want to prove myself too. Writing this article could help change the way people think, not only about Spider-Man but maybe about me too. A lot of people in the newspaper committee question my ideas and authority, and if this paper is successful it could really boost everyone’s trust in me and perhaps the teasing will cease too.”

“Teasing?” Peter questions with a smirk, scooting in closer. “What could they possibly tease you about? You’re a hard egg to crack." 

You sigh, shaking your head. "They’re convinced I have a crush on Spider-Man, which is why they think I’m writing this article.”

“Well, do you?”

You punch his arm gently and you notice he’s blushing a light shade of pink. Why? Once again you weren’t sure but it possibly couldn’t be because of you… could it?

“Maybe… But lately, I’ve got my eye on someone more realistic.”

He chuckles and you wish that he would ask you who that someone was when he jumps to his feet. 

“Here, hold on to this. I’ll be right back,” he says, tossing his camera to you. You fumble, barely catching it. Before you can ask him where he’s going off to, he bolts off, leaving you feeling lonely and disappointed. 

Of course, he didn’t like you back in that way, how foolish of you to even hope. You scold yourself and close your eyes in humiliation.

“Whooo!” you hear a voice yell happily, and you open your eyes to see your favourite hero swinging through the air. You wouldn’t exactly call his movements graceful, however, they were agile and you simply admired him, smiling stupidly when you remember Peter’s camera in your hands.

You bring it up and furiously snap pictures, while muttering, “Damn it, Peter, you always leave before the best part.”


“Congrats on the article! Great picture too, I might add.” Peter praises you the next day by your locker in between classes. “You wrote some amazing things…”

Peter fought the urge to thank you, for everything. But you couldn’t know… not yet.

Though it was true. The paper was a huge success, the whole school loved it. Of course, you added assorted school blurbs, info and news throughout the pages, but everyone’s new favourite superhero was on the front page.

“You never came back yesterday,” you state, handing him back his camera. A wave of guilt hits Peter. Hard.

He grimaces, looking guilty. “I know and I’m sorry. I was busy.”

“Aren’t you always?” you muse, not looking at him. “You could make it up to me though.”

You regret the words as they came out of your mouth but there was no turning back now.

“Take me out on a date. What do you say?”

But he said nothing for the bell pierced the silence that had last for only 3 seconds. And now he was walking away, heading to his next class, his body movements rigid and quick. It might’ve been only three seconds, but the silence of the unanswered request felt like an eternity for you because he had hesitated. He wasn’t jumping at the opportunity. He didn’t return your feelings. He left you the other day because he didn’t want to anything to do with you

Doubts clouded your thoughts as you walked to your final classes, barely able to feel your feet moving beneath you.


You were the first one out of the school when class was dismissed, fleeing from the building without turning back. 

Chocolate and bad movies sounded great right now, you were planning your next few days of solitude in your head when you see something sparkling out of the corner of your eye.

You gasp when you register the beautiful scene in front of you.

One of the large, metal school fences was decorated in delicate spider webs, glistening in the sunlight. It was absolutely gorgeous, but what struck you the most was that the webs were spelling out a word.


And suddenly, everything clicked into place.

With No Particular Place To Go

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff oh and, did I mention fluff?

Summary: Dean Winchester loved a lot of things. But if he could choose his favorite it’d be the pointless car rides he’d  go with you.

Challenge/ Prompt: This was a challenge hosted by the amazing @butiaintgonnaloveem for Baby’s 50th Birthday :D My prompt was No Particular Place To Go by Chuck Berry 

A/N: I gotta admit, I really enjoyed writing this one -even though it took 5 friggin days- I really want to thank @imagining-supernatural for beta’ing this fic. She is amazing and had she not pointed out all that stuff this fic would probably be trash. Thank you so much <3

[Gifs are not mine]

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Originally posted by wickedcastiel

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Homer Simpson quotes

  • “Give me the number for 911!”
  • “Oh, so they have the internet on computers now.”
  • “With $10,000 we’d be like millionaires!”
  • “Just because I don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t understand.”
  • “If you really want something in this life, you have to work for it. Now quiet! They’re about to announce the lottery numbers.”
  • “Maybe, just once, someone will call me ‘Sir’ without adding, 'You’re making a scene.'”
  • “Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals! Except the weasel.”
  • “Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?”
  • “You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.”
  • “When I look at the smiles on all the children’s faces, I just know they’re about to jab me with something.”
  • “Vampires are make-believe, like elves, gremlins, and eskimos.”
  • “I want to share something with you: The three little sentences that will get you through life. Number 1: Cover for me. Number 2: Oh, good idea, Boss! Number 3: It was like that when I got here.”
  • “Oh, people can come up with statistics to prove anything. 14% of people know that. “
  • “How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?“
  • “Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?”
  • “Alcohol is a way of life, alcohol is my way of life, and I aim to keep it.”
  • “All my life I’ve had one dream, to achieve my many goals.”
  • “That’s it! You people have stood in my way long enough. I’m going to clown college!
  • “If something’s hard to do, then it’s not worth doing.”
  • “I’m in no condition to drive…wait! I shouldn’t listen to myself, I’m drunk!”
  • “'To Start Press Any Key’. Where’s the ANY key?”
  • “What’s the point of going out? We’re just gonna wind up back here anyway.”
  • “I’ve learned that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish [Name] was dead.”
  • “I believe that children are our future. Unless we stop them now.”
  • “Oh yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouths and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?”
  • “I’ve gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren’t just confined to zoos.”
  • “I’m like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket & flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?”
  • "Yes…Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.”
  • “Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true.”
  • “You’ll have to speak up, I’m wearing a towel.”
  • “It takes two to lie–One to lie and one to listen.”
  • “Never help anyone.”
  • “Let that be a lesson to you. Never love anything.”
  • “I have misplaced my pants.”
  • “Boy, everyone is stupid except me.”
  • “In this house, we obey the laws of thermodynamics.”
  • “Look. Just give me some inner peace or I’ll mop the floor with you.”
  • “Ahhh. I’m just a big toasty cinnamon bun. I never want to leave this bed.”
  • “Oooh, a lovely desk. Would be a shame if someone… Oh, I don’t know, didn’t use a coaster!”
  • “I don’t know exactly what went wrong, but I know it’s always my fault.”
Complicated Friendship

Request: “Pennywise x Reader where the reader and him were really really close but then she finds out that he is the one who caused the kids missing so then she leaves him. Maybe the reader gets attacked or something so then Penny saves her and it end with fluff. Don’t know if that really is a good request XD Love your It works ;)”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

You were at the library reading you didn’t know why but you suddenly became very interested in the history of Derry. The book you were currently reading listed all of the bad things that happened in Derry. Murders, missing children, kidnapping and so on. You were trying to found out who had been responsible for all those horrific and tragic events.

Your thoughts were interrupted when something caught your eye, more like someone. You noticed that in every picture the same person appeared, your friend Pennywise. In the drawings he had a smirk painted on his face everything all made sense now. The disturbing headlines, his face sketched on almost every page trying to blend in with the crowd. Even though people didn’t know it you now did. Pennywise was the monster who killed all those innocent children.

You closed the book and ran out of the library. You hoped on your motorcycle (yes you had a motorcycle) as tears streamed down your eyes. You had your helmet on, your face was fully covered so no one could tell that you were crying. Thank god.

Once you arrived at the Neibolt House you parked your motorcycle and put the kickstand on it. You walked up the stairs and opened the door before closing it behind you.

“Pennywise!” You shouted.

Pennywise knew something was extremely wrong you never used his full name you’d always call him P, Pen, or Penny but never his full name only when you were upset.

“Y/N what brings you here? What’s the matter?” He asked as he walked up to you.

“How could you?!” You exclaimed as you took off your helmet.

Pennywise’s heart broke when he noticed your cheeks and eyes were red and puffy as tears streamed down your face.

“How could I what?” He asked nervously even though he was reading your mind.

“You know what you did. You killed all of those innocent people and children, ever since the 1700′s your reign of terror has never stopped!” You cried out.

“Y/N I can explain myself-” 

“You of all people can explain yourself? I have no doubt that it was you who killed Bill’s little brother Georgie.” You said angrily as you shoved him but he didn’t move an inch he just stood there looking at the ground in shame.

“So it was you? Ugh I can’t believe I trusted you. You’re a cold hearted sick person if that’s even what you are. You killed little Georgie! You had no mercy you just ripped his arm off and when he tried to crawl away as he screamed in pain while his blood fell on the water you dragged him down the sewers with you! How could you!!” 

You were punched Pennywise he let you do that for 5 seconds before grabbing your arms.

“I’m sorry okay I’m an idiot I’m a monster I can’t control myself I didn’t want to do that do him but I had no choice I needed to eat or I would’ve starved.” Pennywise explained sadly.

“You didn’t have to go after Georgie he was only 6 years old he had so much life ahead of him he deserved to live he was innocent! You should’ve eaten Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter and the rest of his gang they’re the ones who don’t deserve to live. They’re always terrorizing and hurting other people including me. You took away an angel that was Georgie but left the evil with us. I hate you.” You said angrily as you wiped away your tears

“Y-you don’t mean that.” Pennywise said as he wiped one of your tears away with his gloved hand.

“Yes I do now don’t touch me.” You pushed away his hand and slapped him. He grabbed his cheek in pain but he knew he deserved it. 

“I don’t want anything to do with you. Leave me alone. I never want to see you ever again.” You spat as you walked out of the house.

“Y/N wait please! Don’t go I’m sorry.” Pennywise cried out.

“Should’ve thought of that before you killed Georgie.” You yelled before breaking down in tears as you made it to your motorcycle.

“Just listen to me I regret it all-”

You put on your helmet and drove off in your motorcycle not listening to anything Pennywise tried to say. You had enough of him and his lies. You couldn’t believe how stupid you were to fall for his trap. Your friendship had been one big lie if you could even call it that.

You stopped driving once you made it to the park. There was no one around since it was very cloudy outside. You sat down on one of the hills as you cried your eyes out remembering what Pennywise had done and what you said to him. You were so busy sniffling, crying and choking on sobs to realize a murder was literally behind you. It was cloudy so of course there was no shadow and you thought you were alone. 

You thought wrong. 

In an instant the murderer wrapped a thick zip tie around your neck. He pulled it against your throat as you tried to go under it with your hands. You choked loudly trying to get some air into your lungs but failed miserably. More tears filled up in your eyes as you realized this would be how you died. You continued to cry out and gasp for air, you were about to faint until the man’s grip released and you fell onto the ground.

You coughed and choked trying to get some air into your system. Your face was purple due to the lack of oxygen. What you didn’t know was that Pennywise had snapped the murderer’s neck causing an instant death. 

“That ought to teach him.” Pennywise thought. He kneeled down next to you as he picked you up and held you in his arms.

“Is this how I-I’m going to d-die?” You asked as you continued to gasp for air.

“No no of course not just look at me and you’ll be fine breathe in and out, in and out.” Pennywise instructed.

You did that for a couple of minutes and once you had every ounce of oxygen back into your body you started crying remembering how horrible it felt to be almost choked to death.

“Shhh it’s okay don’t worry I’m here you’re okay now.” Pennywise said as he rubbed your back.

“I’m sorry P I’m sorry for screaming and saying that I hated you I was just really angry.” You cried out.

“You don’t have to apologize you have all the right to be mad at me the things that I have done are unforgivable. You don’t have to forgive me but can you please just stick by my side? You could have gotten killed if I hadn’t followed you. Please let me keep protecting you.” Pennywise pleaded.

“Okay okay I’ll let you protect me. It’s going to take a lot of time for me to forgive you but I won’t insult you, yell at you or treat you badly even though I’m still very angry with you. I’m just going to be serious whenever I’m around you so I hope you understand.” You stated.

“Of course I do I’d rather have you do that then not let me protect you. As long as I’m taking care of you then you can act however you want to.” Pennywise said.

“Okay and thank you for saving me Pennywise.” You acknowledged.

“No need to thank me I’d do anything for you child.”

anonymous asked:

I love vld because all the characters are so well rounded and well developed, each with their own struggles and goals. It's pretty rare to see such intricate characters in cartoons, and they go through such great development too. The fandom sucks a lot of the time, always jumping at everyone's throats over the smallest things and encouraging one-dimensional interpretations of the characters, but the show itself is incredibly good and that's why I'm still such a big fan.

YES!!!!!!! Yes me too omg!!!! :D I really really love how alive these characters feel - their struggles and developments are relatable, their interactions with other people feel real. Vld is veeeeeery plot orientated (which is why we’re missing out on a lot of team bonding time) but we still know random little details about the characters - Allura liking sparkly things, Lance remembering the taglines of his favorite movies, Hunk knowing road games to pass time. It’s amazing and I love it with all my heart!!

Angel X (final) - Writer!AU

Originally posted by diohs

Summary - Being the assistant of Do Kyungsoo is rather.. interesting.

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) / (9) / (10) // masterlist

“You did what now?!”

Before Kyungsoo knew it, his Chinese hyung stood up from his seat and smacked him right across the face. Hard.

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Legends of Tomorrow — S1E1  {Sentence Starters}

  • ❛❛ He has achieved what no one in human history ever has. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s your name…? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Your mother was brave. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We are not warriors. We possess no army. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The golden age of gasoline engines, online pornography, and those silly little smartphones. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ This feels good, being back in the field. Not that this is a field, but… ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Too late to turn back now. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My night’s about to get a whole lot worse, isn’t it? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ They have guns. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Join me for a drink? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have come quite a long way to meet you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I thought I told you to be careful! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ What’s the use of sharing my intelligence if you won’t listen? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You, my love, almost got us killed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Cops’ll never hassle a dad buying diapers in the middle of the night. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why don’t you ask the dude who knocked us out and kidnapped us? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ While you were incapacitated, I may have tampered with your weapons. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You got the wrong guy. ‘Hero’ ain’t on my resume. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ It’s fun to watch you kick and punch and skewer bad guys, but I need a minute of your time. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m as trusting as you are cynical. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I died once. At least, the world thought I did. You know what happened? Nothing. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ God, if you only knew how I loved you, and how much… how much it hurt every time he took you away from me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Be a hero in the light. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’ve lived in the shadows long enough. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you’re thinking of hooking up with the Englishman. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I have no desire to save the world. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We hate working and we love money. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You want me in, I’m in. But I’m not gonna be anyone’s hero. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Do you have any idea what an extraordinary opportunity we’ve been given? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I think we’re being punked… do people still say ‘punked’? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You don’t look too happy to be here. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Whatever you roofied him with, I’d like some. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Just hang on and remain calm. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I can’t believe you kidnapped me. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Why does this stupid station play nothing but reruns? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You still don’t remember me, do you? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I don’t remember you. I’m so sorry. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ The more the world is focused on destroying itself, the less it notices an immortal psychopath in its midst. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Who wants to listen to some Captain and Tennille? My mother played it. A lot. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You’re not my type. But your lady, on the other hand… well, she looks just my speed. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Me being here - it’s all a big mistake. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ You need to get us out of here now! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’re not going anywhere unless our son’s coming with us. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We go out for one lousy drink, and you guys somehow manage to pick a fight with Boba Fett. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ We’ve barely begun, and already this is the worst, unmitigated disaster of my career. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I see why you got the hots for that one. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ My son is hurt because of you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Start telling the truth! ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Of course I lied to you. I needed your help. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like being part of a team, man. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ If we have the power to change the world, don’t you think we have the power to change our own fate? ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I like killing people. ❜❜
  • ❛❛ I’m just trying to make this world a better place, one war at a time. ❜❜
Relief | Pt.01

This is a request submitted forever ago. Sorry, it took me so long to write it. The anon requested an ‘angst scenario where the reader was afraid of love and relationships.’  This is part one of two.


Warnings/Genre: Smut, Angst

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 6k

Pt.01 Pt.02

Originally posted by mn-yg

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi’s favorite part of the day was the end of the day. When he could finally come home and sleep. Today had been especially annoying, and he was more than happy it was over. He was already stripping off his uncomfortable clothes and getting into sweats and a tee.

He was about to throw himself onto his bed to sleep, but he couldn’t ignore the grumbling noises that came from his stomach. Hesitantly he grabbed his phone ready to order something. Out of habit, he left his room languidly making his way to Jin’s room. Yoongi always out of politeness would ask his older roommate if he wanted anything to eat if he was ordering something.

Without even thinking Yoongi twisted the doorknob to Jin’s room, pushing it open to reveal you. You were half naked, bending over to retrieve your bra off the floor. When you noticed Yoongi’s presence, you quickly stood up straight. You cocked your head to the side and smiled at him.

Yoongi stood there frozen. He had expected you to automatically cover yourself and scream. Like most girls would if they were walked in on getting changed. Yoongi was caught off by your behavior, and how you stood there on full display for him. He should’ve closed his eyes right away and backed out of the room. But you were too tempting. 

He couldn’t help it when his eyes wandered down to your chest. Yoongi could feel his cock twitch at the sight. The swell of your breast adorned with purplish pink marks, a few that seemed to maybe be bite marks as well.

Yoongi was quickly brought out of his trance when Jin yelled out for you from the bathroom. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and back out of the room. Heat grew on his face and the tops of Yoongi’s ears started to turn bright red. He was beyond embarrassed at what had just happened. It was one thing to walk in on you like that, but another that he stood there so shamelessly gawking at your body.

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