#505 is done w your shit

[fandomdragon20]

Black Hat: im gonna kick ur ass

Flug: not if i kick my own ass first

Black Hat: how-?

Flug: you'd be surprised...

*later*

Black Hat: im gonna kick ur ass

Demencia: im not complaining ;)

Black Hat: ok hell no

*later later*

Black Hat: im gonna kick ur ass

505: what does "ass" mean? Is that a kind of food?

Black Hat: what is wrong with you people?

505: im a light blue colored bear with a flower for hair, what's your excuse?

[eitelle]

I posted 1,251 times in 2021

674 posts created (54%)

577 posts reblogged (46%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.9 posts.

I added 505 tags in 2021

#moot swag - 108 posts

#elle works the night shift - 69 posts

#🪐 regular 🍵 - 50 posts

#haikyuu!! - 50 posts

#lovely regulars ☕️ - 48 posts

#haikyu x reader - 44 posts

#haikyu oneshots - 39 posts

#haikyu fanfiction - 37 posts

#barista lizzy - 32 posts

#eitelle writes - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#and then i hallucinated that suga put his hands on my cheeks looked me dead in the eyes and said “no bc i still need you

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

— seeing black when you stand up

↳ with rei (hehe), haru, and makoto

heres my first free! iwatobi swim club fic sjshusdh i hope yall enjoy!! (yes this is based iff myself and yes this is purely selfish.)

genre: (bit of hurt)comfort n crack, established relationshups n concerned boyfies 🥺

pairing(s): rei ryūgazaki x gn!reader, makoto tachibana x gn!reader, and haruka nanase x gn!reader

warnings: mentions of like losing vision, feeling dizzy, headaches, and falling in makotos! pls let me know if im missing one :)

wc: 1134

a/n: lets see how badly i can screw this up besties🥵🥵

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137 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 04:00:01 GMT

#4

Pretty setter squad hcs pt 2

Includes: akaashi, atsumu Miya, and suga

Warnings: none just fluff

Note: idrk atsumu that much but I think I’ve read enough fanfics to get a good enough idea. Pls reblog and comment and like it rly helps me out :)

Pairings (sorta): TIMESKIP akaashi keji x Gn!reader, atsumu Miya x gn!reader, and sugawara koushi x gn!reader

A/n: sorry for the accidental hiatus I just like completely forgot I had to do this 💀💀 anyways can someone explain how to use tags 😀😀😀 ALSO WTF IS WRONG W ME IM WILLINGLY BY CHOICE LEARNING INTRO TO BIO ON KHAN ACADEMY AND IM LOWKEY LIKING IT????? 😀🧍🏻‍♀️ I- anyways on w the headcanons. Oh also idk why but I cant/don’t know how to make like a separation photo thingy but I’ll figure it out ig

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157 notes • Posted 2021-01-20 22:17:41 GMT

#3

streamer kenma hours 😄

prompt (??): kenma (@/kodzuken) is a popular streamer (ur his s/o 😏) and you do the TikTok trend where you make him cuddle you while he’s playing games

pairings: kenma kozume x gn!reader (gender neutral) but put in any of your preferred pronouns as well if you’d like

TW: a bit of cursing but for the most part none. this is pretty much fluff of a dream I had 💀

ayo this is my first (fanfic?) checkk ‼️😤

A/N: how do I use this app 😀 ok so like idk how tumblr works bc I’m not smart enough so imma treat it like wattpad only I get to shitpost. Wait fuck am I allowed to curse. Fuck. Damn. Wait shit. I mean- ok never mind. Um anyways... this is like a dream I had and I wanted to put it into words ig? Idk 😭 but anyways yeah. oh also put in requests if u want bc I have like no creativity 😔

After a long hard day at your job, a few minutes before you were done for the day a customer at the store you worked at decided to spill coffee all over you. Now of course this wasn’t their fault in the slightest but on top of the stress from your job it was too much and you let yourself off of work a few minutes early. You checked your notifications and realized your boyfriend, kenma kozume (@/kodzuken) and popular game streamer was streaming and wouldn’t be able to hold you when you got home.

You screamed in frustration in your car as you drove away, angry at the bad luck you’ve been facing today. You check to see if kenma maybe got off stream early and give him a call, but it rings a couple times and goes straight to voicemail. You accept defeat and continue driving, until out of nowhere it starts pouring rain outside.

“Why goddamnit! Of all days I had to not bring an umbrella today was the day,” you mutter as you put up your windshield wipers, hoping the rain would go away by the time you got home. It didn’t. After you finally pull up to your flat in Tokyo, you run, taking all of your stuff through the pouring rain making sure to lock your car. Once you hop into the elevator and wait until it stops at your level (sry if this isn’t accurate lmao I’m not rich 💀) you try to pat yourself dry.

“Y/n, get it together,” you say shivering, hoping that kenmas stream wouldn’t see you as you haven’t been shown on camera yet. Not that your boyfriend is ashamed of you, no, quite the opposite. He knows that some of his fans can be a little, overwhelming to say the least, and would rather keep you away from death threats and bullying online. The elevator finally dings and stops at your flat where you collect your stuff and get into the place you call home. Unable to tell kenma you’re home like you normally do you shoot him a quick text:

To: future husband ‼️😏

hey bub im home... just thought I should let you know. love you <//3

delivered at 21:17pm

After heading over to your shared bedroom and changing into one of his hoodies and sweats, you plop down on the couch and check your phone, seeing a video on TikTok. Apparently it’s a trend to go over and cuddle your s/o while they’re gaming and your bf is a streamer/gamer so you think you should try it on him. Remembering that he has a copy of his stream and you can ask for the footage later, you decide to act now, think later. Surges of adrenaline hitting you in waves, your legs decide to have a mind of their own as you make your way to his gaming room.

Doing a quick knock so that he isn’t so suprised and so you won’t chicken out, you tell him, “bub, I’m coming in ok?” in the most innocent tone you can muster, and open his door, finding him staring at you. No, gaping at you as you make your way over to him looking at his paused video game and the stream chat moving so fast you can only make out a couple words. Some of which being “s/o, lying, sibling, and banana.” Wait maybe that last one wasn’t quite right but you get the point and are shocked at the effect you have. He moved his microphone away from his mouth although its a futile attempt as the high quality technology of his headset picks up the conversation just as easily.

“Kitten what are you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be home for a couple more minutes and you know how I feel about your face being shown on cams,” the last part sounding very possesive but protective on your end.

Realizing that although you tell yourself it’s just for a TikTok, you didn’t need to lie when giving him a reason and you really do want cuddles. “I’m sorry bub I was just having a bad day at work so I came home a little early and I wanted cuddles. You didn’t respond to my text and I didn’t know you were streaming,” you tell him giving him a look that you know he can’t refuse. As he stares at you dumbfounded, you can’t help laugh a little at the in shock way he looks.

“Fine,” he grits out with no malice and you can tell it didn’t take much to get him to agree. As he moves his microphone back to where it was, you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist, as you wrap your arms around the nape of his neck. “Everyone, meet my... s/o y/n,” he tells the stream while chat goes crazy and you start to get comfy. “We’ve been dating for 3 years now and I haven’t shown their face or revealed I had a s/o because I didn’t want them to receive hate. That being said, now that you all know who they are, please treat them with respect and kindness. They make me really happy,” he says looking at you lovingly as you turn your head to meet his gaze at his words. You blush and turn away, busying yourself with putting his hair back up into a low bun and familiarizing yourself with his steady heartbeat as you cuddle him, slowly falling asleep in his lap.

Kenmas pov: (ahaha bet you weren’t expecting that one)

Now that the stream had ended and I finished my game, winning of course, I was getting sleepy as well, y/n already fast asleep in my lap before I even got 15 kills.

I pick her up watching her snore slightly and drool a little thinking they were the most precious thing ever. As I walk over to our room, careful not to wake them, I murmur subconsciously, “I love you so much baby” not expecting them to repeat the same thing to me in their sleep. When I finally reach our room I lay them down carefully, making sure they wouldn’t wake up as I went to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.

After I finished with hygiene (that’s important kids 😀) and changed into pajamas, I tiptoed back to our bed tucking us both in and cuddling with them, already half asleep.

Fan watching the stream pov: (why am I making so many povs? The world will never know.)

OMG. OMG. THE KODZUKEN JUST ANNOUNCED TO ME AND THE OTHER 2.5 MILLION PEOPLE ON HIS STREAM THAT HE HAS A S/O. Theyre gorgeous of course, I wouldn’t expect anything less, and the way they look at each other- wow. I quickly open Twitter and not to my suprise everyone is freaking out over kodzukens ethereal s/o (thats you babe 😉).

158 notes • Posted 2021-01-03 04:16:43 GMT

#2

PICKLES

— now working at a sandwich shop, you think an old love that you cant stop thinking about is finally slipping your mind, until he walks right in your shops door. old flames resurfacing and new sparks forming, the million dollar question is will he give you his side pickles?

pairing(s): iwaoi, matsukawa issei x fem sandwich shop worker!reader, kiyotana

genre: crack, fluff, childhood!friends to lovers

warnings: haikyuu timeskip spoilers and some photos will be used, but yn is still you, just pretend youre inserting yourself in the photo!

status: discontinued :(

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276 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 06:06:39 GMT

#1

dadzawa 🥺

this is so self indulgent im sorry 😭

ALSO YALL CAN MF SEND IN REQUESTS GRR BARK BARK YOU HAVE TO STOP MY SELF INDULGENCY HELP-

this is like a fic but headcanon format???? idk???? i just??? wrote??????? help???????

secret relationship w ur hr teacher prohero dad check 😊🔫

pairings: dad!aizawa x daughter!reader

warnings: overprotective dad 🤨🤨 and strong language

bte the bullets are really irrelevent i just thought itd be nice to know for refrence for future fics since its what my quirk is in my shifting script and its also a go to superpower of mine

so background on you: ur his love child but the mom ✨ a b a n d o n e d ✨ you

yall habe a great relationship,,, very open

u got into UA as top of recomemdations

no one knows you and mr. aizawa (who is ur hr teacher) are actually related

he doesnt go easy on you (thats prob why they cant tell dumb fuck) in class

ur quirk is that based off how happy or sad/strong your emotions are mean how much you can control light or darkness (its soley based off emotions, not like how much light is where you are)

you can make weapons of light and dark from your quirk or pull a tokoyami and have light or dark surround you, making you have basically armour which elevates yiur strength

if someone gets hit by ur quirk they become paralyzed w too many emotions

ur go to weapon is either balls of light/dark or light/dark whips

sad emotions=dark, happy emotions=light

you have ur dads hair and his eye bags skjsjd

ur hero name is eclipse and ur light whip is named solar, while ur dark whip is named lunar

ur hero suit is like this (ac: ON-K on deviantart) but black and white 😩

yes most of the guys are attracted to you, yes you are friends w everyone, yes mr. aizawa hates the first part

SJJSDH SORRY THIS WAS LONG BUT THIS IS JUST AN IDEA IVE HAD FOR THE LONGEST MF TIME EVER

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364 notes • Posted 2021-02-16 09:39:14 GMT

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[petersasteria]

Defend - Harry Holland

Cocky!Reader is back

Cocky!Reader Masterlist || HH Masterlist 

Based on a line from Melanie Martinez's song "The Principal"

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"I still can't believe she did that!" Harry sighed sadly. Sam gave him a sad smile and a small pat on the back. Rachel left Harry for a guy on the swimming team named Noah. It wasn't a normal break up. It was kinda public. After all, everyone saw Rachel and Noah together when Harry wasn't around. It was only a matter of time for Rachel to leave him and when she did, it wasn't exactly private.

"I still don't get why we're here." Rachel rolled her eyes as she and Harry took a seat.

"We need it, Rachel." Harry said as he gave a small smile at the school's guidance counselor. He decided that he and Rachel needed couple's counseling because they haven't been talking as much as before.

"Okay, so what seems to be the problem, kids?" The guidance counselor, Ms. Amy, asked nicely.

"Rachel and I haven't been talking to each other and I haven't been seeing her. It's like she's avoiding me. In fact, this is the first time I've seen her again." Harry huffed.

Ms. Amy nodded and turned to Rachel, "Is that true?"

"Yes." Rachel said.

"Why have you been doing that, Rachel?" Ms. Amy asked as she neatly folded her hands together. Rachel looked at Harry and Ms. Amy before walking out of the room.

"Oh, um, wow. I've never had a student walk out on me before." Ms. Amy said.

"I'm so sorry." Harry said before following Rachel out. "What the hell was that, Rach?!" He said loud enough for people to stop and stare.

Rachel turned around and said, "We don't need counseling!"

"Yes, we do! We need to fix our relationship!"

"No, we don't because there's no relationship to fix!" Rachel yelled. Everyone who stopped and stared gasped at what she said.

Harry was humiliated and heartbroken that his girlfriend of three months would say that. "W-What do you mean?" He asked nervously.

"I'm saying, we're done. I found someone else." Rachel said before leaving. Harry just looked down in shame and left school. He texted Sam that he wasn't feeling well and went home.

It's been a week since the break up and Harry still couldn't process it. You weren't there when it happened because you were sick that day, but your friends updated you. Now that you're back and healthier than ever, you wanted to join in the situation.

"So, who did Rachel leave Harry for?" You asked Brittany. "She left Harry for Noah. He's from the swim team. He looks really basic." Brittany left after that and left you alone.

A few minutes later, you bumped into Sam and Harry and you smiled.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Holland twins." You grinned playfully. "How're you holdin' up, Harry? I heard it was a bad break up."

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now, Y/N." Harry grumbled and pushed past you. It took you by surprise because he's never done that before. You looked at Sam who sighed. "Sammy, I need answers and we both know that you can give me that." You said nicely.

Sam shook his head, "Y/N, I ca-"

"I'll give you something in return. What do you want? Just name it." You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow. Sam opened his mouth to talk but he closed his mouth again and blushed.

You chuckled and asked, "Sex? A blowjob? What?"

"A date?" Sam suggested. You shook your head, "I don't do dates."

"I thought that changed." Sam huffed but you shook your head. Sam stared at you and thought about it, "Fine. Sex."

You smiled, "Good! Okay, tell me the shit that you know I want to know."

Sam nodded, "Ever since the break up, Rachel has been bullying Harry. What's worse is that Noah joins in. He threw Harry in the dumpster one time and Rachel shoved mac n' cheese in Harry's face last week."

You nodded, "I see. I'll give Rachel a piece of my mind."

"What are you-"

"Relax, Sam." You leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I'll be nice. Anyway, text me when and where you want your reward. I'll see you later."

You spent the whole day trying to talk to Rachel but she kept ignoring you and avoiding you. She wasn't listening. So later that day when you arrived at the cafeteria with Brittany and saw Rachel dumping her drink at Harry, you had enough and decided to get a taste of her own medicine.

You went to your table with the other cheer leaders and jocks and said, "Hey jocks. I need you for this one."

The jocks wordlessly followed you and you smirked. You walked up to Rachel who was on her way back to the swim team's table.

"Hey Rachel!" You said loudly causing everyone to shut up and look at you. Rachel stopped in her tracks but didn't turn around. "Turn around, Rachel. I know you heard me. Ignoring me doesn't make you any less ugly and everyone knows that you're fucking ugly, it's not just me who thinks that."

She turned around and crossed her arms. You grinned, "Good." You walked up to her until you were face to face. "I've been trying to get a hold of you the whole day but you ignored me. So I figured I'd just shout to get your attention. Everyone's looking at us now and don't you just love that? Are you embarrassed? Tell me. How does it feel?"

Rachel didn't answer.

"I said answer, whore." You said.

"It's embarrassing; I'm embarrassed. Are you happy?!" Rachel scoffed.

You shook your head, "Not yet. Anyway, this is what Harry felt when you broke up with him. It's humiliating, isn't it? But let's not stop here."

You looked around and grabbed the drink of the nearest table and dumped it on Rachel just like what she did to Harry not too long ago. Rachel gasped at the cold feeling and everyone laughed along with you.

"What the hell?!" Rachel shrieked. She looked around and shouted, "It's not funny!" Which, of course, caused people to laugh more.

You smirked at her before grabbing mac n' cheese from the same table you got the drink from and shoved it on Rachel's face. That wasn't enough so you smeared the greasy container on her hair and left it there.

"Oh my god, Rach. You got a little something on your face." You faked a pout before grabbing an open carton of milk that was half empty and dumped it on Rachel too. "I hope that washes out the grease and everything."

You handed the three people you got the food from some money and told them to buy their food again. You turned to Rachel again, "So Rachel, what's it like to be embarrass like Harry? Not fun, huh? I tried to make you listen but you wouldn't so, I gave you the taste of your own medicine instead."

You looked over your shoulder and told the leader of the jocks, "Throw Noah in the dumpster." The jocks immediately walked to where Noah was and grabbed him from his seat.

"Hey! Put me down!" Noah thrashed and shouted. Rachel shrieked, "Put him down!"

"Shut up, Rachel!" You shouted before you led the way to the dumpster with the jocks following you as they carried Noah. Of course, almost everyone in the cafeteria followed you including Sam and Harry.

The jocks were hovering Noah above the dumpster and you said, "Wait. I want to ask something."

"Noah, I know your mom's a single mom. and I know that she's busting her ass off working at that shitty restaurant and on her day off, she holds a garage sale just to make some extra money. Is being a douchebag a good payback for your mom?" You asked.

Noah's face flushed red when you mentioned his mom. No one knew about his family. Not even Rachel. "H-How did you know that?" Noah stammered.

You shrugged, "I know a lot of things and if you can't answer my question, here's a rhetorical one: what if I told your mother that her son's a cruel motherfucker?"

You nodded your head at the dumpster and the jocks dumped Noah in. You smiled and said, "I'm feeling extra nice today and I don't want Noah to be lonely in there. Dump his garbage girlfriend named Rachel in there too, jocks."

One of the jocks picked Rachel up and dumped her in too. Everyone was laughing as they went back in the cafeteria. Sam and Harry were just there shocked at everything that just happened.

"I hope that made you feel better, Holland." You winked at Harry. "I know I mess with you a lot, but I draw the line at shoving good food in faces and dumping people in the dumpster."

"That did make me feel better, thank you." Harry said genuinely.

You smiled and left. Sam and Harry walked back to their table in silence.

"Y/N owes me sex." Sam mentioned when they sat down.

"Dude, you ruined the moment." Harry sighed and shook his head.

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SKSKSKSKS fuck u rachel HAHAHAHAHA

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @sufwubi @abrielleholland @osterfieldnholland @purplepizza-summerrain @euphorichxlland @marshxx @lizzyosterfield @itstaskeen @ilarbu

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[icyhotexplosionwritings]

… Did I say Todoroki and Endeavour was a punch in the feels? Bc holy shit, this here right now, was also a punch in. my. fucking. feels… XD I made it SFW bc this is long (3.1k) even w/o the nsfw, buuuutt, if you want, you can request the nsfw part I would be more than happy to write it, but for now, I hope you like it, dear anon~ <3

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Today was the day. You have finally finished your exams, you had the whole weekend to yourself, well, not quite to yourself alone. As you stood in front of the mirror, fixing your hair, you smiled happily, today you could finally meet some of your boyfriend’s classmates in U.A. personally, since a few of them, you only knew from watching the news, because today, you would visit Katsuki in his dorm and after that he would come with you to spend the weekend in your apartment you rented near your own school.

Though, as you were approaching U.A., you could also feel a different feeling than just excitement, to be honest, you felt anxious. You and Bakugou had been dating for quite some time now and the fact that he was in his final year, meant he was an amazing pro hero to be, in a few months, however you, you wouldn’t particularly say you were this amazing yourself.

You were the opposite of Bakugou, you were a little awkward, you didn’t have a slender body and to top it all off, you were quirkless, and even though, Bakugou knew all of this, he still fell in love with you. “That’s right, Katsuki knew from the beginning who I am and he still loves me, I should have more confident in myself!”, you thought, trying to make you calm down a little, however seeing how many dormitories there were, you got a little lost and in the end, you had to call your boyfriend for help.

“Ha?”, he answered his phone, “Kat-su-ki~”, you whined, “I am totally lost, there are so many buildings, my head is spinning. Save me!” He only sighed, before grabbing his keys and with a “Then tell me in which row you are.” – “Ah… I think, I am in the second…?”

Bakugou told you to stay put, he was on his way and as he was walking through the lobby, there they were, his classmates, waiting for his girlfriend, shit, why did he agree to this? “Oh, you gonna meet her first. You’re gonna be all lovey-dovey with her, hmm?”, Kaminari grinned, making your boyfriend explode, turning his head, “Shut the fuck up! Why does she even want to meet you stupid idiots?!”, he rolled his eyes, before he pushed open the door, stomping outside to look for you.

Thankfully, it didn’t took too long and he found you in the third row, your face lighting up when you saw him, hastily walking up to him. “Oi, you stupid idiot, you can’t even count?”, he asked, though, you were so happy to finally see him again after weeks of only calling and texting, you literally just jumped into his arms and even though he wouldn’t say it out loud, he felt a wave of happiness sweeping through his body as he caught you and finally holding you in his arms again. “But you found me after all, ne~?”, you giggled and he only cupped your cheeks. “Of course, ‘cause I’m fucking great.”, he mumbled and finally, he could seal his lips with yours again.

You stood there for a minute or two, just enjoying the presence of each other as you were holding on to him, his kisses making your knees week. “I missed you.”, you mumbled when he broke the kiss, nuzzling your head into his chest as he hugged your chubby body tightly, holding on to your curves, only murmuring a “Me too…”.

 Safe to say, when you both finally walked into the right dormitory, you and Bakugou were welcomed by everyone grinning a little and as he was hugging you to his side, his arm around your shoulder, he yelled at everyone to quit fucking staring. Though, a few girls were the first one to approach you. “Ohh, so that’s Bakugou’s girlfriend, huh?” – “Mh, mh, so that’s his Type, hm?” – “Wah, she’s cute!”, you couldn’t help but blush a little when you heard the conversations starting. “Stop fucking talking like she isn’t even here.”, he kicked a stool over, grunting, blabbering on and on about you as if you were not standing right beside him.

“Katsuki, it’s okay.”, you reached up to hold his hand that was lazily hanging over your shoulder, making him just turn his head with a “Tch.” and everyone was amazed how you could make him calm down like that, you had to be quite an amazing person after all. “It’s so nice to meet you all, let me introduce myself, I am L/n F/n.”

It was nice, really, everyone introduces themselves, some you recognized from TV or news and it was just a very chill atmosphere, at first, but then, Kirishima said something that cut you deep, “So, I always wondered, to be Bakugou’s girlfriend you probably have an amazing quirk, hm?”, he grinned and you knew, he didn’t mean any harm when asking you this, but you couldn’t help feeling a sting, your throat feeling like it would close up, however, you gripped your boyfriends hand a little tighter and before Bakugou could yell at him, you said, “I… I don’t have a quirk.”.

Bakugou felt it, he felt how hard you were trying to smile and grin right now, everyone was quiet for a second, Izuku and the other guys probably more shocked than anyone else that, Bakugou, THE Bakugou Katsuki, had a quirkless girlfriend. “Tch! She doesn’t need a quirk to be fucking amazing.”, he growled at the other’s, making your heart skip a beat, the girls all squealing a little, this side of your boyfriend was rather new, he could be very protective.

As time went by, you and Bakugou were sitting in the lobby with everyone else, and… you felt tired, all your excitement slowly fading away. Right now, you were sitting in his lap as he was hugging your plump body from behind, just mindlessly scrolling through his phone and you tried your best to talk to everyone as they were really enthusiastic about you, they probably liked you, you on the other hand, felt inferior, the more you sat there, you asked yourself, “How? How on earth was it possible for him to fall in love with me?”

Looking at all the cute girls with amazing quirks, girls who were completely above you with everything, he was surrounded by those girls every day, you felt sad. Every day, he had some amazing pro heroes-to-be around him, and you? You were a quirkless, chubby girl trying your hardest to become a (future job), you will never save lives like they would do it, you could never be on par with anyone in here.

You felt dizzy and sick, your insecurities got the better of you. This was not what should’ve happened, you were the one suggesting meeting the people he was surrounded by every day and now, you felt awful. “Oi, you’re shaking.”, you jumped a little when Bakugou’s voice reached your ears, your knees were shaking a little, though you only gulped and told him, “Katsuki~, it’s because I am just excited, I am not meeting soon-to-be pro heroes every day, you know.” It was a lie, but everyone around you only felt flattered, though you couldn’t fool Bakugou, something was definitely wrong with you.

At some point, you couldn’t take it anymore, your heart felt heavy, the insecurities weighing you down, you felt like someone was pushing you to the ground, pressing the air out of your lungs, so you took the chance to snatch your phone, quickly typing a “505” to your best friend, before throwing it in the bag again, you prayed to every God out there in existence that she had time to call you right now, because you needed an excuse, you needed to GO, right now, our you would not be able to keep this smiling mask on for any longer.

The ringing of your phone sounded like an angel’s choir to you, you felt blessed, you loved your best friend so dearly, so you excused yourself, before quickly rummaging through your bag to grab your phone and picking it up.

Silence for a few seconds, you had it on minimum volume so no one could hear what your best friend was talking, though as you were acting you thought to yourself, “Man, I should’ve aimed for an acting career.”

Gasping a little, your eyes widened, before you said, acting a little sad, “Wait, what? Right now? But, I told you, I’m with-“, as if your friend needed you right now. “No, of course, I’ll come! You know that, right?”, silence again. “Yes! I’ll be there in like 30 minutes, you know where my keys are, so go ahead!”, then you ended the call, Katsuki’s classmates looking a little worried and Uraraka was the first to ask you if everything was okay, as you hastily packed everything away, standing up from Bakugou’s lap, who was more than confused and still held on to your side.

“I am so sorry, this is so sudden, but, my best friend got kicked or something, ah I don’t really know, she didn’t say much, she was crying a lot, but I need to go!”, you grabbed your jacket, before turning around to face Bakugou, he was not happy. “But, what about our plans?”, he just quietly said, not everyone had to hear this. “I know, Katsuki, I’m so sorry.”, you fiddled a little with the collar of his shirt, “But you know (bf/n), right? She has done so much for me and she sounded like she needed me. Let’s postpone it to the next weekend, okay? I’ll call you. Forgive me.” and all he got was a little kiss, before you turned around, rushing out the door and gone you were, leaving a very pissed and at the same time worried Bakugou behind – you were definitely hiding something, he could feel it.

 ………..

Once you were in your own apartment again, your shaking knees finally gave in and all the sadness you had suppressed in the last two hours or so, finally came crashing down on you, right there in the middle of the small entrance way, as you hugged your chubby sides, wanting to rip off those rolls as tears trickled down your cheek. “Why? Why am I like this? I want to be cute. A slender but strong girl with an amazing quirk… I want to be, someone he can be proud of… but I am only… a fat, quirkless and useless idiot.”, you were shouting at yourself in your head, blaming you for being the way you were, despising the current self that looked back at you when you looked in the mirror.

……..

It was around ten at night, when you ended the phone call with your best friend, she wanted to know what really happened and tried her best to comfort you. You felt bad, not only did you lie to Katsuki, you also felt like you were very rude to his classmates. Sighing heavily, you buried your face in your pillow, you cried so much and still, there were still tears welling up whenever you thought back to all those amazing, beautiful girls that surrounded him.

The ringing of your bell jerked you out of your thoughts and blinking, you wiped away a few tears, to be honest, you thought your best friend would stand here, there were instances where she would just come and comfort you in person, that’s why you didn’t even look and just opened the door. “Eh…?”, you were shocked when you saw spiky blond hair though, crimson eyes starring daggers at you. Only stuttering his name, he pushed you, so you were stumbling back a little, walking through the door and closing it, before he just threw his bag to the side. “Wait, wh-?!”, you wanted to say, though he was faster, gripping you by your hips and without any hesitation he just through you over his shoulder, making you scream. “Katsuki! What the hell are you doing?”

“What the hell am I…?! You were the one who fucking lied to me!?”, he grabbed you by your hips, letting you fall on your bed as he was quick to hover over you, he was glaring at you. “So, where is (bf/n)? Not here, right?! You lied to me, even though I was even looking forward to this?!”, he growled, even a little blushing at the end and you felt guilt wash over you, a new set of tears trickling down your cheeks, making him jump a little, he didn’t want to make you cry, shit.

“Ah, no, wait, I’m fucking sorry-?!” – “No! You are right! I lied to you and I hurt you, I am sorry, Katsuki”, you sobbed, trying your hardest to control your shaking voice a little bit, your arms covering your face as you didn’t want to show him your red crying face. “I felt inferior… You are surrounded by all those amazing people every day, you have cute girls around you who are super strong, too. They are all strong and beautiful and have amazing quirks, I have none of that. I am just a quirkless, fat idiot, I am not cute nor pretty, I am not strong and I am not the smartest, too… I don’t know how you can even stand looking at me, I don’t deserve you, you are so amazing and strong and handsome.”, you cried, your voice breaking here and there as all of your emotions just flooded out of you, making you shake, voice cracking at the end.

Bakugou just sat on your hips, looking down on you, as his fingers were buried in the sheets beside you, biting his lips, he didn’t know you would feel this way, he thought, he made it clear how much he loved you, though as things were right now, you wouldn’t listen to him telling you, you were NOT all those things, so he tried another approach.

“I am hotheaded and of course I will abuse you in the future. I am better of as a villain, of fucking course, I should be a villain… and you wouldn’t even want to be touched by me, because I am a stinky, greasy and sweaty ass who could fill a pool with the amount of sweat I produce and imagining fucking me is the grossest thing ever.”

You could only blink, finally putting your arms down so you could look at him, a few tears still trickling down your cheek. “What?”, you cleared your throat because your voice cracked, “That’s not true, Katsuki!” – “But that is what everyone says behind my back.” – “Well, then they are stupid idiots! I don’t think you will ever abuse me, and you don’t stink at all and I couldn’t imagine a better hero than you!”, you were a little louder this time, though as he started laughing a little, you were confused, sniffling a little. “Huh…?”

“See… I feel the same! I don’t think you are useless, or dumb, I don’t care about anyone else beside you, you are fucking pretty and cute, and what, you’re fat. And? Don’t use it to insult yourself, it literally just says you have more fat on your body, that does not equal to being ugly or undesirable, I think you look fucking hot, and to be honest your size was never something I paid attention to, I don’t give a shit, more or less fat, whatever, I like to feel and hold you, and I don’t care about anyone else who thinks otherwise. No one, not even one girl, could compete with you. I never cared about anyone else besides myself, I was an ass who looked down on quirkless people, but you… you changed that. When I met you, you were the first girl who weren’t scared of my personality, you weren’t grossed out the first time I touched your hand. Fuck! You make me say all those mushy shit, I wanna die.”, he buried a hand in his own hair, looking down, staring at your chest as he tried to avoid eye contact, his ears and cheeks red. “Like, fuck! How can I NOT love you, for fuck’s sake?! Don’t you get it?”

You were shocked, hearing Katsuki’s feeling so open and honest for the first time, you felt another wave of tears, though this time, you were so incredibly happy. You sobbed his name and finally, he hugged you, arms wrapped around your neck as you buried your face into his chest. “Geez, stop crying now, would you. You crybaby.”, but even though he said that, he didn’t dare to let go of you, caressing your back and kissing your temple.

 After you had finally calmed down, you two cuddled on the bed, one arm wrapped around him loosely as your head was resting on his chest, one of his hands playing with your hair. Bakugou was relieved that, in the end, he did just follow his gut feeling and came after you, he knew something was wrong, and thankfully this didn’t blow up into a much bigger mess.

“Ne, Katsuki?”, you only whispered as you were gently nudging against his pointer finger with your thumb, playing absentmindedly with his fingers and when he grunted a little, you knew you could go on, “You said, people have been talking about you behind your back about you being sweaty and stuff… Could it be… that’s why we haven’t done it yet?”

When you thought you heard an explosion, you looked up, the heat was creeping up his neck to his ears, his face flushed red. “Wait! Am I right?!”, you unbelievably said, and here you were always so unsure if he wanted to touch you, though now, the atmosphere was gone. “Shut up! Shut up, shut up! Don’t say shit like that!”, he only yelled, pressing the back of his hand against his burning face and you could only giggle a little, before letting go of his hand as you turned around so you were lying on your belly, both arms propping you up, leaning forward a little and stealing kisses from him, until he finally pulled away his hand from his face and wrapped his arms around you, deepening the last kiss you stole from him. This was fine, you didn’t have to rush things, but you hoped, like the way Bakugou helped you with your insecurities, you wanted to help him too, so you could finally get to the next level of your relationship.

[crossnecklace]

hi hi hi! so i feel like a lot of my most favorite fics dont get talked about much, therefore i wanted to create a proper fic rec masterpost to spread the love!! this is going to be a looooong list, so hopefully theres something for everyone (though i do firmly believe u should read every single one of these before u die)

in no particular order, but a * indicates my absolute faves that i reread monthly:

hats off to my distant hope by navigator (21k) *

Harry is in White Eskimo. Louis is in London.

AU loosely inspired by the song “505” by Arctic Monkeys.

-kicking this off with one of my very favorites. i think my favorite trope is when hl have this angsty “we’re not dating but definitely fucking and also doing everything couples do also i’m irrevocably in love with you why aren’t we dating?” sort of moment. its painful in the sweetest way, and this fic captures that perfectly. there will be quite a few of those on this list, i’ll bet

up the long delirious burning blue by orphan_account (6k)

harry is a swimmer & louis is the writer who somehow manages to make him come up for air. 

-this one is quite sad. so poetic and painful and lovely and unf (warning for mentions of suicide and depression, and the ending is quite ambiguous but there is no MCD)

we wreak havoc with out hearts by flimsy (9k)

Harry finds that he can’t keep things separate; neither can Louis.

Harry tousles his hair, smoothes it back, shrugging. 

“Alright,” he says. “I’m, you know, outside if you need anything.” 

“Yeah,” Louis replies. “Sure.” 

He doesn’t look like he’ll be needing Harry, and Harry tells himself that that’s okay. They’ve both got their moods sometimes or maybe the timing isn’t good, and if it’s not then that’s alright as well. Harry can respect that. And it’s not like this is their first tour; Harry knows that Louis will come around. He always does.

-another one of those w that trope i talked about. im gonna call it the RFWB trope (romantic friends w benefits). this one is so hot and good

rather this than live without you by mediaville (10k) *

Harry decides to give it all up. Louis refuses to be left behind.

-RFWB pt. 3. i ADORE this fic. just the setting and the angst and the smut ugh it all has me on the floor

one day to believe in you by mediaville (7k) 

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it’s really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. 

“You think about me when you get off?”

“Yes,” Louis says. He wonders how hard he’d need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

“Often?”

“Yes, Christ, Harry,” Louis groans. “Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I’ve been visiting family. Anything else you’d like to know?”

- :-)))))))

all my love was down in a frozen ground by navigator (16k)

Louis goes to the woods. 

AU very loosely inspired by the creation of Bon Iver’s first record.

-i’ll be honest i dont even remember what this fic is about but its in my bookmarks and its by navigator so i know that its good

boys of summer by sharktoothedfawnskinned (49k) *

What he wants is for this to be a forever thing, not someplace Harry spent the summer once.  What he wants is for this to be more than a memory.

(New Jersey beach town AU.) 

- I SCREAM EVERY TIME READ THIS RIGHT NOW 

we should get jerseys by orphan_account (12k) *

There’s a lot surrounding Harry, and Louis knows, in his heart of hearts, that there always will be. He just doesn’t know if he’ll manage to equate into the ‘always’ of it.

(Harry is a hockey player, and Louis is his slightly melodramatic boyfriend.)

- another old favorite!!! pretty much anything that involves harry being good at sports has me on my knees bc it paves way for automatic angst, louis being jealous of a puck/ball/net/what have you, and uhhh various other *athletic* activities

the finish line (is a good place for us to start) by @loaded-gunn (122k)

Louis Tomlinson, one-time Formula 1 World Champion, is looking forward to the 2013 season. He’s got Zayn in his garage and Liam in his ear, he’s got Cowell Racing backing him despite former indiscretions, he’s got experience and the best race car out there. Not to mention he’s the only racer they have, after Oliver dropped out late last year.

It hasn’t occurred to him that Oliver would have to be replaced by February. That is, until he finds himself at a party celebrating Harry Styles leaving Ferrari for Cowell. Harry hotshot Styles, who broke a record last year and is probably looking to make a big splash. Harry Styles, who is talented and somewhat intimidating. Harry Styles, who left Ferrari for reasons unknown and seems kind of lonely and harmless in person. Lonely, harmless, hot as fuck. Whatever.

The first thing Louis does is take him under his wing. From there it’s nine months of slow-burning romance, the past catching up to them, turning into the human puppy pile that is OT5 and a lot of feelings until, of course, reaching the finish line.

-one of the first 1d fics i remember reading. i havent touched it in a long time but it used to be my #1 fave and it has a special place in my heart. so much pining, only not really in a frustrating way bc theres abundant flirting and they kiss in like, the second scene. its basically louis trying to keep his shit together and failing miserably. AND its stuffed with fandom meta which is quite entertaining if youve been here for awhile. anyway give this a read, i truly love it so much

so keep my candle bright by whisperdlullaby (78k) *

louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own.

-god. the characterization in this one is just gorgeous. the way louis helps harry accept/explore his sexuality is so beautiful and i think about it every day. a must read!!! (warning for homophobia and religious themes)

no one like you by @myownsparknow (20k)

Dear Niall,

I was glad to have the chance to talk with you again at the AHA conference. Your idea that the Musee D’Orsay Tomlinson painting is in fact not a self-portrait is an intriguing one, and I may have discovered something that will have a bearing on that theory.

Some background: as you may remember, I’ve been researching for a book I’m writing about Harry Styles. I’ve been in communication with Styles’ last living descendant, who is in possession of a trunk that her family believed to have belonged to Styles himself. It held some personal items she presumes to be his, including two unmounted paintings and a small collection of letters.

Upon spending the last few days in Provins studying these items, I believe there to be a connection between Tomlinson and Styles, and I would very much like your opinion.

Are you up for a trip to France?

Sincerely, Liam Payne

Where Liam and Niall are art historians discovering the truth about two nineteenth century painters on opposite sides of an artistic divide.

-this is one of the only recent fics on this list bc i like to stew in the past and pretend all my favorite writers havent left the fandom. i read it when it first came out and man oh man, its like poetry. so gorgeously written, and hl’s relationship is so deeply rooted and beautiful. i love

our little corner of the world by brownheadedstranger (30k)

AU. Louis is stuck in his mom’s diner for the summer. Harry is the line cook with a pickup truck.

-so good!! i’d die for americanized fics which doesnt even make sense bc i hate america but. what can u do 

i could dream all night by @fondleeds (73k) *

As the sun kisses the horizon, one last flash of light before the stars and the moon take over, his phone will brighten in his grasp, Louis’ name appearing on screen, come over or wanna see you or miss your mouth. Harry always lingers on those messages, elbows bruising on the cool metal of the railing by the lookout, watching the water as he thumbs at the side of his phone, lips bitten into his mouth, trying to will away the bubbling in his stomach, the heat that flushes to his neck at the thought of being thought of.

At the thought of Louis thinking of him.

AU. Harry spends his summer away from the city.

-lordt. where the fuck do i begin. first of all, lysha, if ur reading this, i’d die for u even tho u already killed me with this fic. second, what the fuck???? this is so good??? the imagery is exquisite, everything is so soft and hazy and warm, but just be warned that its a tRick. this fics wraps u in like a warm hug and then stabs u 7 times in the back so be prepared :-))) (warning for ambiguous ending)

another hazy may by deLILAh (41k) *

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

-i dnot even wanna talk about it. i swear to god the first time i read this i stayed up all night and cried through literally like the last three quarters of it. its so poetic and gorgeous and now every time i think or hear about the literary present i wanna die so thanks for scarring me forever 

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas (22k) *

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

- listen i know im not supposed to like this but yknow what?? iconic. its absolutely a guilty pleasure and the only cheating fic ill ever give the time of day bc it just hurts so good 

take me to the church (series) by @kingsoftheimpossible (14k/6k/4k)

Harry and Louis are Horsemen of the Apocalypse- War and Conquest- but that’s not really important. They just like to fuck things up.

these r freaky but so so good. theres nothin i love more than boyfriends wreaking havoc on..everything. (the main warnings i’d say are for slight gore/violence and blasphemy. other than that i’d read the tags before you dive in)

if you love me, come clean by @victoryjacket​ (121k) *

AU in which Louis works at a recording studio where Harry’s ‘up and coming’ and ‘exciting’, soon-to-be famous indie band has just signed a deal to record their debut album at, and Louis’ never even heard of them for Christ’s sakes, but that doesn’t stop him from repeatedly catching the eye of the raven-haired, eyeliner-wearing and slightly dangerous-looking frontman (but he’s not interested, he isn’t.)

-everyone read my love’s fic right now. she writes tortured rockstar!harry beautifully and its just so good :-))))) ft. the slowest, sweetest burn 

a runaway american dream by dangerbears (15k)

AU. they take route 66 with only each other and their secrets.

-iconic. plus the whole thing is just hl trying and failing to be just bro pals and platonically share a bed

from the love to the lightning by orphan_account (22k) *

“i didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. because it’s the halves that halve you in half.”

 a like crazy au where harry and louis fall in america, but have to try to make it work when problems arise that force louis to stay in london.

-definitely in my top 10. first things first, the line that fucked me up forever: “Three thousand, four hundred and seventy one. There are 3471 miles and an entire ocean between them, but Harry doesn’t even have to get out of bed to find bone-crushing heartache.” AH. i think this might actually be the only long distance au ive ever read and its angsty as fuck but oh so worth it. like literally idek what to say except read this right now (warning for harry/ofc relationship that is pretty detailed, but i grew kinda fond of her? and anyway its mainly just a plot point to emphasize harrys pining for his tru love,,,,yk who) 

we can take the long way home by @eleadore (27k) *

“Fertile,” Louis says, and then laughs because it sounds stupid to say out loud. He hasn’t ever really thought of himself in those terms. Baby-making terms. It’s just one of those things his body can do, like exercise, or go without tea. Doesn’t mean he will.

or, The band takes a break. Harry and Louis come together.

-listen, i REALLY REALLY love this fic. its probably literally my favorite one shot, like, its really just so sweet and hot and its again one of those good ol RFWB tropes. loveeee

red brick heart by hazmesentir (99k) *

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted.

-this is one of the few fandom faves i can get behind. i know its got that early era cliche of commitment phobe!louis but i really love hl’s relationship in this, and how harry comes to terms w his sexuality via making out w louis tomlinson like 500 times. plus the scene in the club where louis, uh, helps harry out just…GETS me, yknow? 

some things take root by navigator/quitter (50k) *

AU. Louis’ ex doesn’t get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

-pleasepleplalspelplseease. literally navigator can end me. this is THE fake relationship au yall, like, any fanart of hl making out near a bar gives me flashbacks to this fic. read it

keep yourself warm by navigator (20k)

AU. Harry sleeps around.

-this fic is really nice and oddly comforting, like, i just love the pining and the angst. its so !!!! 

with love comes strange currencies by mediaville (16k) *

One day One Direction will be over and Louis won’t be around Harry every waking moment. He’ll be able to finally get some space, let their bond dissipate as it’s bound to do, if they don’t mess up again. He can move to Costa Rica and forget that Harry Styles popped his first knot inside him. Until then, he’s going to have to deal with this.

or, They’re Accidentally Mated and Dealing With It Rather Badly.

-i con ic. listen, i have nothing against abo but im just .. not rly into it. however, THIS is the first abo fic i read and the only one i ever loved. like just the whole accidental mating and how it draws them to each other even tho its quite inconvenient, and how h takes cares of l when hes sick, i just..gotta go 

covered in lines (series) by mentalistecbm (24k)

He likes to imagine that he’s always aware of Harry’s eyes on him, but the spark that flashes across his body at how often Harry licks his lips while looking at his throat doesn’t feel like something he’s explicitly and consciously acknowledged before, but it feels familiar. Usual. Right.

(Louis is human, and Harry is lucky enough to be his vampire boyfriend.)

-noah fence but this is,,,, essentially twilight in au form, minus love triangles and werewolves. actually its completely different lmao, who am i, but the overall atmosphere and the vampire dynamics rly reminded me of it. i mean it in the best way!!! its so good, and anything involving dr*nking has me on the floor

weird honey by orphan_account (5k)

~staying up all night, talking blasphemous ash, weird honey~ 

(PWP where Harry is not 100% at home in his body and he and Louis use a sex toy to help work through the problem)

-this fic is soft and nice and makes me feel warm inside so highly recommend

who painted the moon black by throughthedark (95k) *

“People died,” Harry whispers so quietly Louis strains to hear. “People died, and I killed some of them. How does life just go on after something like that?”

Louis shakes his head. “I don’t know. It just does.”

Hunger Games AU where Louis Tomlinson is district six’s victor from the 69th Hunger Games and Harry Styles is district seven’s victor from the 72nd Hunger Games.

-listen. i do NOT want to talk about it. (ps harry throwing axes on the bbc literally  took me out by the knees bc of this fic)

one more for the stars by imsosorry (16k)

It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?

(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

-i think i mentioned before that sports au have me on the floor and this is no excpetion 

you and me were kings by ithacas (28k) *

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

-another football au, this one with the added beauty of being set in southern us. im such a sucker for southern aus, mannnn, and this one is so soft and beautiful

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas (16k) *

au; harry’s in the army, louis’ back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

-are u srs????? this is another hazy may except…….Worse. like, im still working out the science of it but im pretty sure this killed me and brought me back to life just so i could suffer the pain of it forever. (nobody dies tho)

makes perfect by checkthemargins (8k)

“What if you practiced on like, a mannequin?” Louis presses. “Or one of those blow up sex dolls? Or even just like, I don’t know, a pillow or something. Whatever it’d fit around.”

Harry tilts his head thoughtfully, curls catching the light so entrancingly that Louis finds himself reaching up to push his fingers through them. “It’s different, though, innit? When it’s a real person. A pillow won’t snog me.”

“Why should it?” says Louis. “You can’t even take its bra off.”

hmmmm. hmmmmmmmm. im jus gonna leave this here,,,,,,,,,

all the diamonds you have here by vashtaneradas (21k) 

it hits louis now, how fucking close to the precipice they’re standing. 

or, an au feat. investment banking and children.

-its #confirmed that anything by vashtaneradas is guaranteed to be painful as hell. who said there cant be soul crushing angst in marriage/kid fics too ! 

wild and unruly by @100percentsassy/gloria_andrews (123k) *

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

-ending this with a classic. i trust that everyone has read this masterpiece already and that i dont have to say anything about it other than w o w 

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tis all for now! happy reading and pleaseee feel free to yell @ me about these fics if you liked them as much as i did!! 

[gobigorgohome2016]

Taper Week 1 + Final Big Workout

I am in the home stretch, which is strange because I’m feeling very different from other marathon training cycles.  

Normally at this point, I am plotting out exactly what I am going to do as soon as I cross the finish line:  drink a beer, eat a burger, and not engage in any physical activity for a glorious 14 days.  Last year, the US half marathon championships couldn’t come soon enough.  Even on the starting line, all I could think about was covering 13.1 miles as quickly as possible solely so that I could take a break.  Definitely not the right mindset for running your best! 

Traditionally, taper has been hard for me.  Not from the standpoint of “taper crazies”  - I’m not going to lie, when people complain about running less I just don’t get it.  At the same time, my taper is relatively small.  I ran 108 miles for my peak week, and last week I ran 92 (which includes one day off).  When you track my 7 day stretch from Tuesday to Monday, I still covered 102 miles.  This week will be lower, though, coming in at 76.  It will be weird to only run once per day most of the week.  Actually, today was my first single run in weeks and I felt like I had infinitely more time on my hands!  Of course that means I was less productive, because the best way to get things done is to be really busy, amirite?  

I’m starting to wonder if my early season setbacks will have actually served a greater purpose.  I feel like the last few weeks have been a turning point in my fitness and that things are coming together.  About 4 weeks ago I was running a warm up and I thought to myself you need to just be okay with the fact this might not be a PR training cycle.  After I had that thought, I wound up running a better-than-expected workout and I feel like I’ve been on the up and up ever since.  I’m not sure I have ever made it to this point in training feeling as though my legs are still fresh.  

On Sunday I did what I love to do during taper:  I pored over my running logs and looked at data.  I love to look at my mileage totals.  Here is my mileage during the same 92 day periods leading up to each race:

Twin Cities:  1,019 miles Olympic Trials:  1,163 miles Pittsburgh:  1,147 miles

At the end of the day, I will have only run 16 fewer miles than I did in the 3 months leading up to the Trials.  That doesn’t tell the whole story, though.  That training window includes a 3 week period where I was dealing with a hamstring issue.  If we look at the final 6 weeks of training, the mileage totals are slightly different:

Twin Cities:  505 miles Olympic Trials: 554 miles Pittsburgh:  565 miles

I have definitely come on stronger the last few weeks whereas in past training, I have struggled during taper to have motivation to run.  At the end of the day, training and racing only produces more data, so it will be interesting for me to see how the increased mileage plays a role in the outcome.  

I’m in the process of reading Deena Kastor’s Let Your Mind Run.  This book could not have come out at a better time for me.  I like to read during taper.  Before Twin Cities, I read Once a Runner.  Before the Trials, I read Suzy Favor Hamilton’s Fast Girl.  

Deena’s positivity has helped me look at the last few months and reframe them.  At one point I truthfully wondered why I was bothering to run this marathon when it didn’t seem like I was going to be in my best shape.  I will be the first to admit that I struggle at times with perfectionism when it comes to running (seriously nothing else though.  sometimes I wonder how I graduated college).  Something that tremendously helped was when my coach reminded me this race doesn’t have to be perfect - it just has to be good, I’m already a pretty damn good runner.  

Deena’s book inspired me to reframe a lot of the negative thoughts that have been holding me back lately.  For instance, I have used one word to describe this training cycle:  setback.  I’m pretty sure I have uttered that word more times in the last 4 months than I have in my entire life.  Instead of thinking about the things that have hindered progress, why not think of them as things I have overcome?  At the end of the day, I have run a shit ton of miles after dealing with:

-a calf injury -a plantar injury -a hamstring injury -a badly infected blister -a couple illnesses -a post-tib issue -the worst case of eczema I’ve experienced in my 20′s -unmet expectations at races  -new food sensitivities that undoubtedly contributed to the previous 8 items on this list

I prevailed despite all of these things.  What’s so hard about a marathon after your toe doubles in size because it is infected and is so painful  you have to drive barefoot in the middle of winter because your shoe is applying too much painful pressure on your toe when you hit the gas pedal? 

Deena’s book is also helping me see the other things I do - the things that are easy to forget - that make me a better athlete.  Joe Vigil has a quote that there is no such thing as overtraining, just underresting.  I love that.  This training cycle I have made it a point to:

-nap at least 60 minutes every day  -eliminate foods that I know my body cannot tolerate (science is cool) -get a massage every 2 weeks -set up mental game sessions as needed -have increased contact with my coach -make dietitian appointments as needed -make visualization a priority -do daily yoga instead of one session per week -more core/lifting -practice race day [this training cycle I made it a point to practice getting up at 4 AM before a couple long run workouts so that I wasn’t in shock when I had to do it for the race]

There is no guarantee that any of these things are going to make a better runner; but, there was something that Des Linden said leading up to Boston that spoke to me:  I could live with myself if I didn’t win Boston.  I decided I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try.  (referring to her training)

If I don’t reach my ultimate goal of breaking 2:30 in the marathon, I’ll live.  But, as long as I am training I will have a hard time not doing everything in my power that I know will contribute to success.  I often think of my mom telling me in high school (when I was half-assing my assignments) “if it’s a job worth doing, it’s a job worth doing well.”    

The past week of workouts has been good.  I’m not sure where the notion came from that taper weeks are easy.  In reality, the lower mileage gives way to more intensity.  Here’s what my week looked like:

M:  off (first dasy off in 6 weeks!) T: AM:  4, PM:  12 mi total w/ 6 x mi @ marathon effort ending with a mile at half marathon effort W:  AM:  10, PM:  6 Th:  AM:  6 x 400 m @ mile race pace w/ full recovery, PM:  7 F:  AM:  10, PM:  5 Sa:  AM:  8, PM:  5 Su:  AM:  16 mi cut down finishing in 5:44; PM:  4 mi shake out

Total for the week was 92, and I’m really happy with how my legs felt during that cut down.  I remember that workout before Twin Cities and crawling through the shake out later in the day because my legs were trashed.  The biggest difference I have noticed during the past 4 or 5 weeks is that my legs are recovering really well.

Today was my last big workout, and it was actually one I have never done before!  The plan was 3 x 15:00 at threshold pace.  While there is little fitness to be gained at this point, I’m so glad I did this workout because it was a huge mental win.  

I went to the tow path for the workout, which is a crushed limestone path in Indy.  I figured 15:00 should be roughly 2.5 miles.  My plan was to do a 2.5 mi stretch, then a 2.5 mi loop through a neighborhood, then the 2.5 mi stretch back.  I did not account for how much rain we have had lately, and the tow path was a muddy, sloppy, puddle-dotted mess.  We also have had pretty cold weather, so today was quite the contrast with 60 degrees and 100% humidity / light rain.  Fun fact:  I have run in a sports bra and shorts once this year, and that was in February.  

My superhero running strength is that I’m really good at not going out too fast, and at progressively picking up the pace in workouts as I go.  Actually, when this doesn’t happen I generally know something might be wrong with me.  Today was not that day.  

My first mile of my first 15:00 was 5:49.  This is not my threshold pace on a perfect weather day, and it’s definitely not my threshold pace on wet, muddy, soggy ground when I am slipping and sliding everywhere.  My second mile was 5:46.  I wound up covering 2.57 mi in 15:00 minutes.  

My fatal flaw as a runner is that, when I see these splits, I feel as though I must continue getting faster.  not the point of this workout.  So, I convinced myself that I needed to slow down.  

My first mile was 5:52 of the second 15:00 tempo.  Honestly, my legs felt like garbage.  I was running through a neighborhood on completely soaked streets trying to make turns and I ran way too hard in my previous effort.  My quads felt like crap.  My 2nd mile was 6:00.  I panicked.  Quads are heavy + slowing down.  When was the last time I felt this way?  Oh, right, when I was anemic in the fall.  At 12:00 I just stopped running.  I contemplated calling it a day and jogging back to my car.  Actually, I convinced myself that was what I should do.  If my quads are heavy, why add extra strain?  Then I spiraled.  What if I feel this way during the marathon and just walk off the course?  

Finally I decided I was going to finish the workout no matter what, even if it meant running 6:30 pace.  I took a couple minutes to regroup and decided the final tempo would be 18:00, to account for the 3 that I missed when I cut the second one short.  I would start slow (closer to my actual threshold pace), and no matter what stick this one out.  First mile:  6:07.  Much better.  Second mile:  6:02.  3rd mile:  5:55.  So, I made a workout that wasn’t supposed to be hard much more difficult than it had to be.  

But, I’m happy that it happened that way.  It is very rare for me to have a bad day in practice.  It’s even rarer for me to stop.  I don’t get a lot of opportunities to practice bringing it back around and making the day successful.  Having at least one experience like this going into the marathon is important, because if there is anything we’ve learned in the past 10 days, it’s that you can think you’re going to drop out of a race at half way, then find yourself becoming the first American in 33 years to win the Boston marathon.  

[pavlovers]

tagged by my fave @britneyshakespeare, thank youuu

Rules: Pick ten artists you like before answering these questions & tag some people

1. fall out boy

2. blur

3. arctic monkeys

4. gorillaz

5. panic at the disco

6. paramore

7. radiohead

8. the 1975

9. the killers

10. the strokes

What was the first song you heard by six (paramore): 

gosh i dont remember,, i might have heard misery business/decode when i spent my 8 year old days watching random music videos on my dad’s old first gen ipod, but i dont have a clear cut memory of that per say so it could have also been aint it fun/still into you playing on the radio when i was 11. as for the first song that really got me into them, it was ignorance. 

What is your favorite song by eight (the 1975): 

that would be settle down, and it’s always been settle down, and i cant really explain why. it’s just a song that im never not in the mood for i guess, and it’s always stood out to me as just one of their grooviest songs. 

What kind of impact has one (fall out boy) left on you:

god... i cant say enough about what fob has done for me. this is all gonna sound terribly cheesy but if it wasn’t for fob being the first band i fell madly in love with, i wouldnt be the dumb nerd listening to all the varied stuff i listen to nowadays. throughout some of the darkest periods of my life, i poured my heart and soul into loving them, and man did that get me through a lot. and i cant help but think of that one textpost that said something along the lines of how much patrick’s voice feels like home, and god is that so true for me, to this day, no matter how many artists i discover and love, nothing’s ever gonna woo me harder than that man’s voice. seriously, initially it’s always a bit hard for me to outright dislike a fall out boy song, because no matter what weird/dumb/downright awful sounding sonic lane fob decides they want to fling themselves down, there’s always going to be patrick’s voice floating above it all. and i guess that’s just a testament to how much of a constant comfort they’ve been in my life for the past four to five years, and i cant really picture them going away anytime soon. 

What are your favorite lyrics by five (panic at the disco):

oh boyyyyy,, gosh im terribly lazy and dont have the energy to find em all right now so im just gonna nominate the entirety of build god, then we’ll talk because holy shit is that not a gorgeously written intriguing narrative or what. hats off to you mr ross seriously. 

 How many times have you seen four (gorillaz) live:

once, last july in boston and it was so so much fun, i’d die to relive it. 

Favorite song by seven (radiohead):

 fuck i gotta choose just one??? uhhhhhh i guess i’ll shout out subterranean homesick alien. ever since i first heard ok computer it’s always been a comfort song for me, i just love the spacey beautiful atmosphere it creates w jonny’s sweet sweet guitar

Are there any songs by three (arctic monkeys) that make you sad:

uh well despair in the departure lounge is pretty depressing, and ive cried to 505 before i guess if that counts, love is a laserquest is also pretty sad, and i guess you could argue do me a favour...uhh that’s it i think... i mean the monkeys can be slower and reflective at times but not a lot of their songs give off a particularly sad vibe y’know...maybe a bleak vibe, or maybe a frustrated vibe but not a sad one per say. 

What is your favorite song by nine (the killers)

mr brightside

uh no seriously i’d think it would have to come down to either all these things that i’ve done or believe me natalie. all of these things that i’ve done is such a timeless and beautifully crafted anthem, and believe me natalie has such a wondrous freeing sense about it, i’ve got such good road trip memories associated with it. 

How did you first get into two (blur):

well i was a pretty big fan of gorillaz first and im guessing you can put two and two together. honestly i was pretty hesitant of them for a while until i heard for tomorrow and somehow that changed my mind.

What’s your favorite album by ten (the strokes):

 hmm i think it’s a solid tie between their first two albums (is this it and room on fire) because they’re both flawless masterpieces, and while i enjoy pretty much all their albums, im such a sucker for their classic garage rock sound ughh

i’ll tag @achingroses @bonamorrissey @parkliferobyn @teara-cotta @rosecoloredvan and @soulmatescoexist if they want to do this

[namelessspacehybrid]

Tag you’re it

I was tagged by some weeb @raphadelialovesyou​ lol 

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers, put in yours, and when you are done tag up to ten people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun ! A - Age: 505 B - Biggest fear: Bees, to the point where the literal sound of buzzing instantly causes severe anxiety C - Current time: 10:54 AM D - Drink you last had: Uhhh it was some time last night... Watermelon juice or something??? I dont remember, I should drink more  E - Every day starts with: Checking my phone while half asleep F - Favorite song: Shit idk I listen to basically everything. Except country, country can screw itself G - Ghosts, are they real?: Hell yes and you better be nice to then or they’ll fuck you up H- Hometown: I don’t have a military family but I moved around so often I dont really have a hometown, but I was born in Council Bluffs Iowa and have basically spent the last 10 years in north Alabama so J - Jealous of: People who’s skills are better than mine, and people who have already been published K - Killed someone: Nah unless you include fictional but thats not my faaault L - Last time you cried: When I got in a fight with a friend M - Middle name: Jane and i hate it lol N - Number of siblings: NONE HOES suck it, only child ftw I dont gotta share anything  O - One wish: I wanna get publissshhhedd uggghhg. P - Person you last called: Lol the manager of the job I just applied to. Q - Questions you’re always asked: ppl dont ask me anything unless its like my opinion on something, maybe asking to draw something R - Reasons to smile: Memes lol And my cat, my friends, cute shit in movies/tv, games ect S - Song last sang: The Girl Who Sells Misfortune T - Time you woke up: 7 something am U - Underwear color: Black V - Vacation destination: Japan, i wanna go on a fucking shopping trip (actually gonna try in 2020) W - Worst habit: Uhhhhh biting my nails? i dont have many habits that im aware of X - X-rays you’ve had: Um.. teeth xrays, i think i had one on my arm when i fucked that up, and one on my ribs/heart??? idk about that last one Y - Your favorite food: shit idk, sweets  Z - Zodiac sign: Capricorn

taggin these hoes

@ephemeral-cadence  @putt-putt-travelsthrough-my-ass  @ni-hility  @serenade-of-lights  @eeeeeeeh-horses 

idk anyone else so have fun

[picturepowderinabottle]

Tag gamez

Okay, normally i don’t do those but these questions are pretty cool so.. Tagged by my babe @sharknadoslut LYSM ✨

Tagging fav mutuals: @soothing-effect @dusthymn @vulcanbangs @freakinfishtank @dementorskiss @the-mistwalker and everyone else who wants to do it

A - Age: mentally above 90 so nothing really matters lmao B - BIGGEST FEAR : Failure C - CURRENT TIME : 2:52 PM D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD : tea with orange juice (don’t judge me) E - EVERYTHING STARTS WITH : The idea F - FAVORITE SONG : I’m v into Arctic Monkeys rn so 505 G - GHOSTS , ARE THEY REAL : IS THIS EVER REAL LIFE?? H - HOMETOWN : my place of current residence yo I - IN LOVE WITH : (i have many crushes honestly, we don’t have time for this) J - JEALOUS OF : People dealing better with their personal shit K - KILLED SOMEONE : Ummm… no.. i guess L - LAST TIME YOU CRIED : This surprises me but i don’t even remember, which means i haven’t done that in a while M - MIDDLE NAME : Yvonne (in polish it sounds more stiff tho) N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS : 1 O - ONE WISH : Have enough money to make my reasonable dreams come true for the rest of my life, idk P - PERSON YOU LAST CALLED/TEXTED : My bestie Q - QUESTION YOU ALWAYS ASK : What?? R - REASON TO SMILE : memes S - SONG LAST SANG : i’m so obsessed with AM as i said, so “Hold on we’re going home” (Drake’s cover) T - TIME YOU WOKE UP : 12:50 PM yeah U - UNDERWEAR COLOR : Black V - VACATION DESTINATION - Either Positano in Italy or anywhere in Iceland W - WORST HABITS : I sleep in my earrings. Like i know i shouldn’t but i still do (even if they’re extra long, i basically forget to put em off) X - X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD : None really Y - YOUR FAVORITE FOOD : FRENCHIES Z - ZODIAC SIGN : fight me i’m Gemini

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.12

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

"...𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧." - Jordan Harbinger

Just when Peter and Y/N thought everything was alright between them, it went back to normal. Y/N didn't know what happened, she didn't know what she did to somehow offend Peter. Heck, she didn't even know she offended him. She was clueless. She tried to make things better, but Peter ended up hating her even more. She wasn't giving up, though.

On Peter's side, he knew full well why he started acting up again. Ever since the first training, all he could hear were praises. Not to or for him. Oh, no. How he wished all their praises were dedicated to him. Instead, they were all for Y/N. It was always Y/N this, Y/N that. Peter was getting sick of it.

It wasn't just the Avengers, though. It was also the people at school.

"Hey Y/N! I need help in rehearsing for the graduation song." Ned nicely asked. Peter cleared his throat and said, "I can help you!"

"Thanks, Peter! But this is Y/N's expertise." Ned said and turned to Y/N, waiting for her answer. Peter gave a tight-lipped smile and broke his pencil with one hand in anger and bitterness. Y/N saw this and quickly took a pencil from her bag.

"Here you go, Peter. You can have it. I have so many pencils at home." Y/N said kindly as she handed him the pencil. Peter just looked at it, though. So, she left it near Peter and started helping Ned.

"Jealous, Parker?" MJ asked with a smirk.

"No." He answered quickly. "Anything she can do, I can do better. I'm the best!"

"Ned and I will be the judge of that." MJ said and turned back to her book.

Later that day, it was training again at the compound. Y/N and Peter were training with Steve and Natasha. Since they were training in the same room, Steve and Peter could see Natasha and Y/N training on the other side of the room.

"You're getting better at this, Y/N!" Natasha smiled after Y/N basically tackled her down. She helped Natasha up with happiness flowing through her.

"Thank you! I try my best." Y/N shrugged.

"I agree with Nat." Steve said from across the room. "You're a natural, Y/N. You really do belong here."

Peter was jealous. How come she got praise for everything she was doing? After all, they're quite similar. They're both geniuses, they're both great at training sessions, they're kind and sweet. He knew that he was being sort of ridiculous, but in his point of view, his feelings were valid.

To make things worse, Tony was hanging out with Y/N now. Peter felt extreme jealousy and anger bubbling inside of him. It was like a real family situation.

Tony, Peter's father-figure and mentor, suddenly favored the other kid aka Y/N over him. It was all so sudden. She was just new and everyone loved her. Even Sam and Bucky loved her. Peter was still in the 'we only tolerate you' level with Bucky and Sam, so how come Y/N isn't on the same level as him?

Sometimes, he felt as if Y/N was mocking him. Peter would screw up sometimes and then Y/N would somehow be there right behind him to help and fix it.

"Call me when you need me, Pete. I'd be glad to help!"

"Do you need anything?"

"No wonder you couldn't get it right. You're doing it the wrong way, Peter!"

He was tired of it. He was officially done with her and done with everyone. If everyone thought that Y/N was the best, then he'd make sure that he was the worst.

"Hey, Y/N/N! Have you seen Peter? He was supposed to be here two hours ago." Steve asked and looked at his watch.

"I don't know, actually. I thought he was already here. I didn't see him after school because I had glee club practice." Y/N frowned and pulled out her phone. As she was about to type a text, Peter walked in with a relaxed smile on his face.

"Where the hell have you been, kid?" Steve asked. As angry as he was, he kept his composure. Y/N lifted her phone a bit and said, "I was just about to text you. Where were you?"

"At home." Peter shrugged. "I took a nap after school."

"...So, you didn't patrol?" Y/N asked.

"Nope." Peter said, popping the 'p'.

"Why not?" She frowned. "You love patrolling and you're great at that."

"Yeah? Well, if you're so better than me like everyone else has been saying, why don't YOU patrol?" Peter snapped. Y/N stayed quiet and Steve was shocked at his outburst. He's never heard Peter lash out like that before. It was new and different. It was so foreign to him.

The next day at school, Peter was assigned to be the group leader in English class. When he saw that Y/N was his group mate, he called the teacher's attention.

"Yes, Mr. Parker?"

"I don't want to be the leader of this group. I'd like to be a member instead and I want Y/N to be the leader." Peter faked a smile. "You see, she's really smart and she could do anything."

Y/N looked at Peter and quickly shook her head. She didn't want to be the group leader. Peter just smirked and his smirk grew wider when the teacher allowed it.

"Congrats on your leader position, Y/N! I'm sure you'll do just fine. You can do anything, right?" Peter said and leaned back on his chair, waiting for Y/N give out orders on what to do.

Y/N didn't know why Peter was acting that way. She truly wanted to ask, but she was scared. She was hurt, annoyed, mad, and confused. How can Peter's attitude just shift like that?

-

"Hey, kid! Can you help me in the lab? I have a few modifica-"

"No." Peter answered shortly and ate his chips while watching tv on the couch. He grabbed the remote and changed the channel.

Tony looked at him as if Peter grew another head, "W-What do you mean 'no'?"

"No means no, Mr. Stark." Peter answered.

"I get that, but you don't usually say 'no' to me. Besides, you might like what we're going to do in the lab. It's for a new-"

"Nah. Count me out of that shit." Peter chuckled.

"Is this all a joke to you, Parker?" Tony asked.

Normally, Peter would be scared and he'd drop the act. Alas, he kept going. Nothing will stop him in keeping his act together.

"No, it's not a joke to me. You asked and I answered. Where the hell is the joke in that?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "Besides, you can ask your new pet, Y/N. She's around here somewhere- oH, RIGHT! She's out patrolling like I told her to."

"Isn't that your job?!"

"Yes, but since everyone here claims that she's better than everyone else, I gave her my job so that she has something to do."

"And what'll you do?" Tony crossed his arms.

"Something I've never done before."

"And that is-?"

"Relaxing." Peter smiled and laid down on the couch as he continued to switch channels and eat a family-sized bag of chips. Tony frowned at his protégé before going back to the lab.

-

"Any ideas on how to defeat the swine flu guy?" Rhodey asked as his eyes wandered around the room filled with Avengers.

"We could strategize a plan on how to attack him! Villains in movies usually have a pattern or something when they kill so that people would know that it was them. All we have to do is search through the whereabouts of the swine guy and-"

"You do it then if you're so clever." Peter piped up and drank his water.

"Excuse me?" Y/N said.

"You're just wasting your time on telling us how to do shit, so why don't you just do it yourself?" Peter shrugged. He looked at everyone and chuckled, "We have ourselves a prodigy of some sort in our midst. We'll have to use her talent and brains."

"What the hell, Peter." Natasha said and Peter could only shrug.

"She could do it on her own because she's so powerful. She's the most powerful person in this room because she can control everything! So, let's cut some slack and let her do all the work. She's just new, anyway. She has to learn a thing or two." Peter said as he got up from his chair.

"Where do you think you're going?!" Sam asked.

"Home, duh." Peter said and grabbed his back pack. "Have fun with your new task, Y/N!" With that, he smiled and left.

"I know this is so out of character, but I miss the old Peter." Bucky said after a moment of silence.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but same." Sam sighed. "Something isn't right with that kid."

"Definitely." Y/N nodded her head in agreement. Whatever Peter was feeling, she didn't care about it anymore. She just wanted the old Peter back until then, she's allowed to get super annoyed and angry at the new Peter.

* * * *

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG SKSKS I LEGIT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @blueleatherbag​ @harryismysunflower @buckys-little-hoe @justanothermarvelmaniac​ @itstaskeen @sandystoriess @heeeyitskay @slytherin-chaser @quaksonhehe @yaya4302 @lil-mellow-bunbun @starlight-starks @swiftmind​ @alexx-stancati​ @sovereignparker​ @nerdyandproudofitsstuff​ @pearce14​ @xfirstfemale-marauderx​ @cherthegoddess​ @chewymoustachio​ @cocoamoonmalfoy​ @parkerlovebot​

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