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    Originally posted by harryisart

    You guys sat at your kitchen table for what seemed like 700th boring time since quarantine. Nothing else but you two and the the cold coffee in your hands.

    “I’m bored,” you flatly uttered

    “Like we both haven’t said that for 60th time,” your lover expressed solemnly while looking at his hands. You stared at his hands before coming up with a boredom buster

    “Wait here a minute babe,” you said rushing to your bathroom to grab your nail supplies

    “What are you doing Love,” Harry yelled confused by your sudden disappearance. You walked back into the room with a small box filled with your supplies and dropped it down on the counter

    “Can I do your nails Har? Pleaseeeeeeeeeee” 

    “Yes you can do my nails (N/N)”

    “Yaaaaay what colour do want them to be?”  


    #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #Fine line #fine line harry styles #x reader#reader#imagines
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    Originally posted by aitaikimochi

    • Requested by @purpleeyebags7: “ hiiii! i was wondering if you’d do like something where the reader gets caught self harm relapsing? preferably like kirishima but do what ever floats your boat! have good day!“.

    Word Count: 3377
    Warnings: Self-harm; blood
    Pairing: Kirishima x Reader

    Feedback is deeply appreciated~!

    。☆ ❅ ★━━━━ ❅ ━━━━★ ❅ ☆。

    Life hasn’t been kind to you. You were blessed with a strong Quirk and you were so grateful for that because you managed to enter U.A thanks to it, finally escaping the clutches of your parents. You see, they weren’t very fond of heroes, thinking they caused more harm than good, and were very conservative people. Almost all your life you’ve felt like suffocating while trying to meet their expectations. It was never enough. You just weren’t like them, causing them to be harsher towards you. On top of all, the constant pressure about “going to a normal school” and “finding a normal job, leading a normal life” was weighting you down tremendously.

    If it wasn’t for your best friend – Kirishima Eijirou – you didn’t think you would’ve lived through middle school. You had been so, so tired of everything – drained. Even breathing had felt harder with time. You had felt like choking. It was pathetic fighting for something as simple as a fresh gulp of air. Panic attacks had become an often occurrence but you learned to deal with them on your own. You had to.

    Kirishima was your source of light. He managed to cheer you up during the day, keep you stable and make you crack a smile or a laugh. He was your pillar. But during the night you were all alone and you had to cope on your own. One thing led to another and you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore.

    After a particularly nasty argument with your mother, you had stormed up to your room, slamming the door. You wanted to trash the whole place, to break something, to let out your anger and frustration. You had punched the mirror. You remembered clearly how the cracks spread like a glassy wildfire before the thing shattered completely and crumbled on the ground. But you hadn’t paid attention to this. Your focus had been on your fist – sliced and bloody. And for some reason it had felt good. The moment you had felt the stinging and the pain, all previous frustration had been pushed to the back of your head – forgotten – and you had felt… lighter. Sure it hurt, but it was, dare you say it, a nice sensation, making you feel alive. It was both painful and nice.

    It had become a habit. After every argument with your parents or after every offending remark of theirs, you would go to your room and lock yourself in the bathroom and slice to your heart’s content. Kirishima had no idea… until one weekend he had come to your house to surprise you with a study session, bringing snacks and all. Your parents had let him in reluctantly and he had quickly climbed the stairs, almost barging into your room. He had been about to greet you, all cheerful with that big grin of his, when his eyes had focused on your arms – bleeding and sliced. Everything around you was a mess and you had been sitting in a pool of your own blood because you had apparently grazed a big vein and it wouldn’t stop bleeding.

    “Y/N… what are you doing?” he had asked quietly, face morphed into pure mortification, hands dropping the bag of snacks and books, shaking. He had immediately rushed to you, grabbing the blade and throwing it away in disgust as he took his shirt off and tried to press it to the wound.

    “P-please, hang on! I-it’ll be alright!” he had yelled and you could only stare with glazed eyes.

    You had been rushed to the hospital, Kirishima never leaving your side. You started going on therapy after this incident. It really stopped this horrible, horrible thing you had been doing. Kirishima was always there.

    “Don’t worry, Y/N/N! We’ll get through this!” he would say with a dorky grin although it was obvious he was hiding his worry, guilt and sadness. How could he have not noticed that his own best friend, and the girl he had been crushing on, was feeling like this? How could he let it go this far? He was drowning in guilt, crying himself to sleep every night.

    Then everything seemed to be all right. The Graduation came and then you two applied for U.A together, successfully passing the Entrance Exam. Things were good. You met so many amazing people who loved you and always supported you. You honestly couldn’t ask for better friends and classmates. You and Kirishima became great friends with Bakugou. He was such a tsundere and didn’t want to admit he considered you his friends, never wanting to show his soft side, but you knew.

    You would never forget that day after the Sports Festival when you made lunch for Bakugou. You wanted to cheer him up. He was obviously upset because of what happened during his fight against Todoroki. You could understand. But the look that Kirishima gave you as he watched you give the bento to Bakugou stuck with you for a long time. It was the look of a kicked puppy. He seemed sad and… jealous.

    “Eijirou… can I talk to you for a bit?” you asked after school and he blinked before smiling and nodding.

    “Of course you can! Always!”

    You started walking towards the nearby park, grateful that it was void of people and it was nice and quiet.

    “What did you want to talk about?” he asked and you looked him in the eyes. You were both scared and determined for this conversation.

    “Do you like me?” you finally blurted out and he raised an eyebrow.

    “Of course I like you. You’re my best friend,” he laughed nervously but you shook your head.

    “I mean as in…more than a friend,” it came out as a whisper and you could see him gulp as he lowered the hand that had been rubbing the back of his neck. The wind blew softly past you, ruffling your hair teasingly. Kirishima sighed.

    “Was it… that obvious?” he chuckled bitterly and you smiled at him, proceeding to grab his hands in your own. They were so big while yours were so small.

    “I just had a feeling, I guess…but… you know… I think I like you too,” you admitted shyly. The truth is that since that incident, you had started seeing Kirishima in a different light. Mind you, you were too weighted down by the whole recovery process and having your energy and emotions concentrated onto yourself that you didn’t pay much attention to the developing feelings for your friend. Until you saw him give his all during the Festival. He was so passionate and strong, it reminded you of when he was fighting against the self-harm alongside you.

    “I-I’m so happy to hear that!” he cried out as tears comically slid down his cheeks, making you chuckle as you kissed them away. He enveloped you in a hug and cried onto your shoulder.

    “Crying isn’t very manly, Eiji,” you teased him and he laughed.

    Ah, you were happy.

    But then the summer training camp came around the corner. You were so excited to train and have fun with your friends and boyfriend. But it was all ruined by the League of Villains. It was beyond you how they were so cruel as to attack students who were more or less still kids. Since you had passed the final exam, you had been participating in the Test of Courage, paired up with Aoyama. And as you were walking, you heard voices that didn’t belong to any of your classmates. Carefully, you sneaked to see who it was. Villains. You hid behind the bushes and waited because that was the only thing you could do. When you heard Bakugou was their target, your blood boiled and you almost accidentally activated your Quirk. That’s when Aizawa-sensei gave you the permission to fight and you didn’t hesitate to spring out from your hiding position and attack.

    A big mistake. The villain – Dabi – had a fire Quirk. Yours was plants. Extremely incompatible. He burned everything you sent his way. He burned you. And then he and his companion left just like that. It hurt. A lot. Aoyama was fussing over you, trying to help, but you didn’t care about yourself. You couldn’t give up. You went after them, painfully dragging your broken body, leaving bloody trails as Aoyama followed reluctantly until you finally reached a clearing and you saw your classmates crashing down onto the back of one of the villains. A battle started. They had Bakugou and Tokoyami. You wanted to fight. You did fight, again, but it was futile. You were drained and Dabi just found this like a game of cat and mouse. You weren’t being helpful at all. And you watched how they slid into that portal alongside Bakugou – your close friend. And you couldn’t do anything!

    Worthless! Worthless! So worthless!

    It wasn’t only Midoriya’s gut-wrenching scream that shook the forest that night.

    After this, everyone were brought to the hospital. Your wounds were treated and thankfully you were told that there won’t be any scarring.

    “Y/N!” screamed Kirishima as he all but barged into your hospital room.

    “Hey, Eiji-“ you started greeting him when he lunged at you, crushing you into a big hug. “I’m fine. I’m ok,” you soothed him, put on a fake smile, while deep inside you were screaming and hurting. Worthless. Disappointment. Self-hate started simmering within.

    And then Kirishima had to go and get himself involved in an illegal mission to save Bakugou and you couldn’t go because you were still recovering and it made you feel even more useless and weak. What kind of hero will you be if you couldn’t even protect your own friends? You wanted to cry but it felt as if everything was stuck inside of you.

    “Damn it!” you screamed, thrusting sharply your arm. It made contact with the plate full of neatly sliced apples, causing it to fly through the room and shatter in pieces on the tiles. “Fuck,” you murmured as you slowly slid off the bed and onto the floor, picking up the pieces. You pricked your finger. The small stinging felt nice and the bloody drops that fell onto the white tiles with a soft sound entranced you. Before you knew it, you were driving that shard of porcelain down your wrist. Hissing, you dropped it, inspecting your work. And just like that, it all came crashing. It felt like everything that was stuck inside of you, suffocating you, was released by some magical press of a button and you finally cried. You felt lighter.

    The mission was a success and Bakugou was saved, although the world lost the Symbol of Peace as All Might retired. But this didn’t help your dark thoughts. In your eyes, you were useless, worthless, unable to save your loved ones, unsuitable of donning the title of a hero. Your lifelong dream of becoming a hero suddenly crashed as you thought you weren’t worthy of it. And alongside it, the purpose of your life crashed. So what was the point then?

    “Here! I made you some eggs and bacon,” grinned Kirishima as he sat down next to you in the kitchen and you smiled, grabbing the fork with fake enthusiasm and stabbing the piece of meat before shoving it in your mouth.    

    “Thank you, Eiji! You’re the best!” you exclaimed and he just laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead before standing up to join Bakugou and Sero in playing a video game. It was kind of fun for everyone to live together in the dorms. It felt unifying. You were slowly turning into a family. You were happy that you were away from your own family. They became a bit better and less pressuring after the incident and were bearable but … you preferred to be away from them. For your sanity’s sake.

    。☆ ❅ ★━━━━ ❅ ━━━━★ ❅ ☆。

    “Hey, I noticed that you didn’t finish your breakfast,” came in Kirishima’s voice as he entered your room later the same day. “Is there something wrong?”

    “It’s all good. I just wasn’t that hungry,” you sent him a smile but his eyes narrowed before widening.

    “Wait, don’t tell me-“ he all but shouted before bolting to your bathroom. You quickly stood up after hearing him rummage through your things.

    “What are you doing!?” you asked angrily and he swirled to look at you.

    “You aren’t doing it again, are you?! Are you!?” he yelled with a panic lacing his voice and you gulped before gathering your wits together and giving him a smile.

    “I’m not. There isn’t anything to worry about. You can search through the room if that will make you relax,” you allowed. Back after the incident, the withdraw was hard and on many occasions the urge to cut returned full force. You used to hide sharp objects and cut yourself occasionally until Kirishima picked up on it and started searching your room every time he visited. That had helped a lot with you stopping. But this time you were smarter. You had hidden the small blade inside your pillowcase.

    “I’m relieved to hear that,” he muttered before bringing you in for a hug and you melted into it.

    From now on I’ll stop. I’m not completely worthless. I’m not a complete failure. I’ll just train harder. I’ll be a good hero.

    That’s what you told yourself while hugging Kirishima for dear life until the Provisional License Exam rolled to your doorstep and…

    You failed.

    Bakugou and Todoroki failed as well but that didn’t serve as any comfort.

    That night you snapped.

    “Fuck it all!” you yelled into your pillow, crying and sobbing after you had returned to the dorms. You almost tore apart the pillowcase in your haste of removing it and grabbing the small razor blade. You didn’t hesitate to draw it through your veins, not caring anymore.

    Fuck rehab, fuck being a hero, fuck my parents, fuck blood loss… I just want to sleep.

    Your head hit the pillow, body dropping lifelessly as you watched through blurry eyes how you were bleeding out. It hurt but it was a good type of pain.

    Kirishima sighed as he leaned on the counter with his arms crossed while waiting for Bakugou to finish cooking dinner

    “Thanks, man. I really owe ya,” he chuckled sheepishly and Bakugou grunted.

    “Just make sure she’s alright, Shitty Hair. She ain’t the type of people to easily stomach this shit, unlike me,” he rolled his eyes before shoving the now filled with food plate in Kirishima’s hands. The boy grinned and patted his friend on the shoulder, thanking him again, before rushing towards the stairs, taking two at a time, impatient to see you, to bring you food, to take care of you and calm you down, reassure you that everything would be ok and that you will pass that exam. The moment his hand gripped the doorknob though, a horrible sense washed over him. A sense he was familiar with. He pushed it open and history repeated itself.

    “Y/N!” he screamed as he dropped the plate, food and broken pieces splattering everywhere, and ran to you, crouching by the bed. His hands shakily gripped your face before one moved down to your throat, fingers feeling for a pulse.

    “Come on, stay with me! You hear me!?” he yelled again, hoping that even unconscious you would still hear, that he would still reach you. A horrified shriek sounded from behind him and he turned to see Momo and Ochako.

    “Call Sensei! Call the ambulance!” he cried out with tears in his eyes. While Ochako stood frozen with tears quickly gathering and spilling, Momo managed to shake off the shock and quickly pulled out her phone, dialing the ambulance and Aizawa, explaining shakily what has happened. In the meantime Kirishima was desperately trying put pressure on the gaping slices. Gosh, it was a horrifying scene to witness. How the skin was sliced apart like butter, spreading and showing the meat which seemed to eerily to glow in bright red underneath and blood kept pouring and pouring, staining the sheets and his hands.

    “Please, don’t leave me,” he hiccupped as he let his tears fall, stroking your cheek and moving a strand of hair behind your ear with a trembling hand.  

    It didn’t take long for the class to gather in front of your room after hearing all the commotion. Aizawa arrived shortly after and barged into the room. His eyes took in everything, analyzing the situation, while his heart skipped a beat at the sight of one of his beloved students suffering in such a way, on the brink of death. He put a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and squeezed.

    “It will be all right. The ambulance is coming. In the meantime, I’ll take her to Recovery Girl,” he spoke warmly and reassuringly, hoping to calm the frantic boy a little. Kirishima suppressed his choking sobs and nodded vigorously as he stepped away from the bed and allowed his teacher to scoop up his girlfriend and hurriedly leave the room. He collapsed on his bottom, arms encircling his legs as he buried his head in them, sobbing ugly and choking on his snot. He felt the hands of his classmates on his back, rubbing him soothingly, and their shaky voices telling him it was going to be alright, that you were strong. He only curled into himself more. He failed again. Just like before, he didn’t notice how much you suffered and struggled. He was a horrible boyfriend. He was a horrible friend.

    “Oi, Shitty Hair!” came in Bakugou’s growl. “If you want to help your girlfriend, stop fucking bawling like a baby. Man up and go be with her!” he spat out and Kirishima grit his teeth. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, before his head finally raised.

    “N-nobody could have known. She seemed s-so happy yesterday,” muttered Midoriya as he wiped his eyes. “Please, don’t blame yourself, Kirishima-kun-“

    “I should’ve noticed… this isn’t the first time it’s happened,” he mumbled and everyone’s eyes widened.

    “Y-you mean, s-she used to do this before?” asked shakily Ochako as a new wave of sorrow hit her.

    “Her parents drove her over the edge. I caught her doing it… stopped her on time… She went through rehab… Stopped a few months ago because it all seemed… ok… And now she relapsed because I wasn’t good enough to notice that she-“ he choked out but was interrupted by Bakugou grabbing his collar and pulling him up on his feet.

    “Stop your pity party! Not everyone can be perceptive like the Half ‘n Half bastard!”

    “Even I didn’t notice that something was off,” he heard Todoroki’s mutter in the background.

    “So instead of wallowing in self-pity, get your shit together and go be the boyfriend she needs,” screamed the blonde and Kirishima’s lip trembled.

    “O-oi, Bakug-“someone wanted to scold.

    “You’re right!” exclaimed the redhead as he wiped his tears. “Thanks, Bakugou,” he smiled gently and the blonde tsk-ed before letting him go. Kirishima didn’t hesitate to dash out of the door and towards the teachers’ dorms where he supposed Aizawa brought you to.

    。☆ ❅ ★━━━━ ❅ ━━━━★ ❅ ☆。

    When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with a white ceiling. Ugh, you hated that sight at this point. You stood up slowly, hissing at the stinging in your arms.

    “Damn, did I cut too much? Too deep?” you whispered as you inspected the bandages, containing a startled scream when someone spoke next to you.


    You turned around slowly, coming face to face with a groggy Kirishima who was sitting up, yawning. Apparently he had been sleeping on the spare bed. Your lip trembled and tears gathered in your eyes.

    “Eijirou, I-“ you started but he engulfed you in a hug instead, ceasing your speech.

    “Shh… you don’t have to say anything,” he squeezed you a bit and you hiccupped as you hugged him back, leaning onto his shoulder.

    “I promise to be better. I will stop doing this,” you sobbed and his embrace only tightened.

    “I know.”

    “I won’t worry you like this anymore.”

    “I know.”

    “…I’m sorry…”

    “I know.”

    “I love you, Eijirou… Thank you for everything.”

    “I love you too, Y/N.”

    #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha x reader #bnha#bnha fanfiction#bnha imagines#mha #my hero acadamy #my hero imagines #boku no hero fanfic #boku no hero x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #reader#angs
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  • Quarantine Commissions

    Hello everyone! As you know, I closed this blog permanently about a year ago, barring any commissions. I’ve decided to reopen commissions temporarily in order to support my family during the pandemic, as well as donate to Quarantine funds of others. The same standard rules and rates of my commissions still apply! You can find the rules by checking #commissions.

    Commissions will remain open until the end of June. Please, stay safe out there!

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  • 5 stars



    The  conclusion to Marcus and Emma’s story was great read! They truly are the  epitome of opposites attract, but they also suck at communication. Emma is  plagued with doubts while Marcus oozes confidence. Emma is straightforward  and upfront and Marcus is used to manipulating things to his advantage. Both  take what the other says the wrong way. Both have doubts when it comes to the  others feelings. Both love each other without reserve, well, at least without  actually telling the other. Of course this all cumulates into a massive  situation that could drive them apart but has them finally being honest with  each other. Queue the HEA and a very satisfying epilogue!

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    Narrated by the mother of Russia’s last tsar, this novel brings to life the courageous story of Maria Feodorovna, one of Imperial Russia’s most compelling women, who witnessed the splendor and tragic downfall of the Romanovs as she fought to save her dynasty in its finalyears.  
    This is a journey through Russian history from 1862 - 1918, the court of the Romanovs, who considered themselves ordained by God to rule.   It’s the story of the Romanov dynasty, but in essence it’s Maria Feodorovna’s story. She was spirited , intelligent, beautiful, stubborn, a devout wife and mother and a woman whose place in Russian history is firm, heeding her mother’s advice that , “Even from behind the throne, a woman can rule.”

    A Danish Princess from a royal family of not much means, she was not accustomed to all of the amenities of royalty until her father’s fate changes, but more importantly hers as she is engaged to be married to Tsarevich Nicholas, Nixa until he succumbs to meningitis. His dying wish that she would marry his younger brother Sasha.She soon falls in love with her husband and Russia.The first half of this book covers the period from Minnie’s engagement until the death of her husband, Tsar Alexander III. The second half covers the years of her son Nicholas II’s reign, up until Minnie is forced to flee Russia in 1918. I really like this book,but the one thing I missed more romance between Minnie and Sasha.And also this book really seems to want its readers to hate Alexandra, Nicholas II’s wife. And goodness knows Alexandra was one of the reason why the dynasty fallen. But   I found myself sympathizing with her sometimes over Minnie, who quite resembles a mother-in-law from hell at times. Minnie as petty and controlling with her family and  always believing she’s in the right. I did enjoy her enduring frenemy relationship with her sister-in-law, Miechen.This is a story of power, of love, of family, revolution and war from the height of Romanovs to their fall.    

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    Louisa Clark arrives in New York ready to start a new life, confident that she can embrace this new adventure and keep her relationship with Ambulance Sam alive across several thousand miles. She steps into the world of the superrich, working for Leonard Gopnik and his much younger second wife, Agnes. Lou is determined to get the most out of the experience and throws herself into her new job and New York life.

    As she begins to mix in New York high society, Lou meets Joshua Ryan, a man who brings with him a whisper of her past. Before long, Lou finds herself torn between Fifth Avenue where she works and the treasure-filled vintage clothing store where she actually feels at home. And when matters come to a head, she has to ask herself: Who is Louisa Clark? And how do you find the courage to follow your heart—wherever that may lead?

    Funny, romantic, and poignant, Still Me follows Lou as she navigates how to stay true to herself, while pushing to live boldly in her brave new world.
    Why Jojo Moyes felt compelled to take a story as emotionally charged as Me Before You and drag it out to a trilogy, I’ll never understand. I like this book better than the previous,but still it can’t be compared to the first one. In this book we see  Louisa Clarke moving to New York City to be the “assistant” to a wealthy young socialite.Before she is even over her jet lag, Louisa is running in central park, shopping and attending fancy social events. She is thrown into a glamorous life one that is much different from the life she lived in England with her paramedic boyfriend, Sam.While out and about she meets a man named Josh Ryan who bears a striking resemblance to Will. They form a friendship while Louisa pines for Sam and throws herself into the NYC high society social circle. She continues to be quirky and finds herself in various situations both comedic and sad. There will be misunderstandings, new friends, broken hearts, miscommunication, deceit and mayhem.  
    I loved Mrs. De Witt  and her dog Dean Martin.I don’t want to spoil anything,but her ending got me crying.It was bittersweet,for her and Louisa.In this book, Louisa takes Will’s advice from Me Before you: “You only get one life. It’s actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.”  
    Mellékletek terület

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  • Hi! 

    I wanted to ask if someone would like to be my beta reader. I write sporadically and I would like to write more so I think a beta reader would help me a lot with improving my writing and my will to write. 


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    I was ruthless.
    I was feared.
    I had sacrificed. Myself. Her. Everything…

    Living in a world where I was worth more dead than alive was a choice. I was a bad man, never claimed to be anything else. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. Seen things that can’t be unseen. I’ve caused pain that I can’t undo.
    It was all my choice.
    Every decision.
    Every order.
    Right and wrong never mattered.
    Until her.
    She was under my protection, until she became my obsession.
    But who was going to save her…

    From. Me. The devil himself.

    Fate brought us together. Destiny destroyed us.

    Honestly I didn’t liked this book.The first half was really good.But the rest was just blah for me.Although I have to say the relevation shocked me and disturped me.I was fine with the age gap between our couple.But the way Alejandro treated Lexi somethings that was red line for me.He deliberately has sex with another woman in front/within hearing distance of Lexi KNOWING he has feelings her and vice versa.And they had a baby in the end.With Lexi knowing her mother was his first love and he had keeping tabs o her since her birth.Not to mention what he did with hist sister and her husband-which he deserved.Mellékletek terület

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  • Underfell Sans: haha be careful someone might think you kinda like me or something

    Y/N, trying to hold his hand:

    Y/N: Maybe it’s because I do?? We’re married?? It’s been five years

    Underfell Sans: ew cringe 

    Y/N: being married?

    Underfell Sans: emotions

    #Sans: haha imagine getting married in front of people #Sans: letting people know 'hey i kinda like this person' #Sans: they gotta watch us kiss? #Sans: can't they just like #Sans:turn around? #being vulnerable is hard okay #x reader#reader#y/n #underfell x reader #undertale#underfell#underfell sans #underfell sans x reader
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  • Pairing: JJ x Reader

    Word Count: 3.2k

    Summary: You like it rough and thankfully, he shares that passion.

    Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talk, Gun kink, Unprotected Sex

    Available on: AO3

    A/N: You asked for it, you’re getting it. Straight up PWP because we all know JJ has a gun kink. Enjoy!


    “I’ll kill him!” JJ yelled when he ran inside his house while you were following him with the hope to calm him down.

    “You’re overreacting. He’s just a douche, forget about him,” you tried to argue but you already knew that he wouldn’t listen. He was in one of his dangerous states right now.

    Jaw clenched, hands balled into a fist, angry steps and stormy eyes. He was mad. More than mad.

    The two of you had been together for a while now, still keeping it a secret from your friends and especially your family. Your parents were Kooks and they wouldn’t approve. Not that you would give a single fuck about their opinion. You were in love with this angry boy in front of you and nothing would be able to tear you apart.

    “How am I supposed to forget about him when I know he touched you, (y/n)?!” he yelled at you while rummaging through his things, apparently looking for something.

    You had told him that Rafe had felt you up earlier, it had been an act to keep your parents please but apparently JJ was missing that part. It had felt wrong to keep it a secret so you told him. You told him everything, lying to your friends was bad enough.

    “It’s partly my fault for letting him. Nothing to get so worked up over,” you replied and sighed, feeling how you got slowly mad at him for overreacting so much.

    Yes, Rafe was a douche and not worth a single second of your time but flirting with him would get your family higher up in the invisible ranks of the Kook world. So you did what you had to but in the end of the day, you’d be back in JJ’s arms.

    Keep reading

    #jj x reader #jj maybank x reader #obx imagine #outer banks imagine #jj imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank#outer banks#obx netflix#obx#gun kink#smut#reader#y/n
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    Here is part of my June TBR! June is going to be a romance month for me (July might also be all romance, depending on how June goes). I’m also hoping to listen to audiobooks and read ebooks. My plan is: whatever I don’t finish in June will be brought over to July. 📚📚☀️

    Back when we could travel, I always took advantage of my summer trips to read a ton of romance. This is my attempt to bring summer into my quarantined life. 😊📚

    What are you planning to read in June? 🤔📚

    IG: @daylafm

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  • Characters: Scott McCall X Reader

    Universe: Teen Wolf


    Request: Scott McCall x reader. Reader has sensory processing disorder and they get panicked when a lot is going on around them and Scott tries to calm them down and tells them how loud noises and certain smells upset him and it just ends with a lot of cuddling and fluff.


    Originally posted by smolspiderboy

    Scott had sort of known you since you were kids. You’d grown up in Beacon Hills, and looking back to those memories as young kids, he could still remember the signs of the disorder that you got diagnosed with later in life. You hated it when another kid screamed, would cry at even a little scratch and preferred to be away from anyone else. These symptoms lined up with your Sensory Processing Disorder, and you still had those symptoms. 

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  • As Yahoo discovered, the area covered by this rule is bigger than yours. They may also make the biggest investment. Ajax startups before Google does. A recession will if anything make it cheaper still. Great universities? 9998 otherwise. For example, in theory, merely explaining yourself to the reader. Sometimes this is done for ideological reasons. Imagine picking out apples at a grocery store.

    You can measure this fear in how much less risk VCs are willing to fund teams of MBAs who planned to outsource their product development—which to my mind is actually a lot riskier than investing in a pair of 18 year olds? Often, indeed, it is not merely influence but command: often the expert hackers are the very people who, as their bosses or faculty advisors, tell the other programmers what language to use. Editing yields 95th percentile writing—95% of articles are improved by it, but the fact that each series A has enormously elaborate, custom paperwork. When you decide what infrastructure to use for a project, you’re not just making a technical decision. As a child I read a book of what he called essais. The fourth spam was what I call a spam-of-the-future, because this is what I call degeneration. It does seem at least that if we find more than 15 tokens that only occur in one corpus or the other, as soon as possible. How will this all play out? For example, everyone I’ve talked to recently. And the present recession, like it usually does in bad times. He’d also just arrived from Canada, and had a strong Canadian accent and a mullet. If people had been onto Bayesian filtering four years ago, why wasn’t everyone using it?

    And at least in the US most kids graduating from college still think they’re supposed to get jobs, as if you have to install before you use it. For I see a man must either resolve to put out nothing new or become a slave to defend it. It may be time to fix that. Might there not be an alternate route to innovation that goes through obedience and cooperation instead of individualism? Here, again, language designers are somewhat out of touch with their users. The phenomenon is like a pass/fail course for the founders, because they don’t have good taste, you can only imagine the advantages of being an insider. By 1998, Yahoo was the beneficiary of a de facto Ponzi scheme. All the hackers I know seem to have rooted themselves in Tampa on $118k, but they’re nothing like the stamp of destiny so many imagine them to be. Finally, what should one do about html? How could they go ahead with the deal?

    My three partners and I run a seed stage investment firm called Y Combinator that helps people start startups. The reason VCs want a strong brand is not to save them from being disappointed when things fall through. Two years ago I wrote about what I wanted. And the quality of American universities you probably also have to reproduce this at most colleges if you make a language that is used for big systems, you have to risk destroying your country to get a job with a big picture of a door. In some countries this is the reason that high-tech areas only happen around universities. It’s more efficient just to give them your full attention, and when one appears, grab it. You need the young hacker’s naive faith in his abilities, and at the same time.

    Palo Alto, the original ground zero, is about thirty miles away, and the conclusion—uh, what is the conclusion? Exploding termsheets are a somewhat dubious device, but not as many more as could. That was the phrase they used at Yahoo. What a wonderful thing, to be either blathered about or avoided depending on how one feels about airy abstractions, let’s try describing the hacker’s dream language. Investors have poured into this territory from both directions. I found that I could tell a lot of voters. A friend of mine asked Ryan about this, because it has powerful string libraries and good OS support. But the reason reporters ended up writing stories about this particular truth, rather than as a way to get better at it. An essay has to come to America can even get in?

    They’re also in a business where winners tend to keep winning and losers to keep losing. Deals are dynamic; unless you’re negotiating with someone unusually honest, there’s not a single yes or no. The political commentators who come up with shifts to the left. The US has never been well run, and since 2001 there has been a qualitative change in the last 10 years. That makes sense, because programs are in effect giant descriptions of how things work. It cost $2800, so the variation we see is something that you expect to write in high school. After the last talk I gave, one of the O'Reilly people that guy looks just like Tim. Like all craftsmen, hackers like good tools.

    Whereas Bill, if the rumors of autism are true, but rather depressing: it’s not so bad as it seems. Running a startup is to focus on. A throbbing headache is not a problem. If you do this on too small a scale you’ll just guarantee failure. One of the standard pieces of advice in fiction writing is show, don’t tell. Or at least, is tapped out. This pattern doesn’t only apply to companies. To drive design, a manager must be the most important factor in the success of companies, most of which fail, and one sent to me in the belief that I was someone else. I could tell immediately, by the sound, when there was a vogue for setting text in sans-serif fonts. It has sometimes been said that Lisp should use first and rest instead of car and cdr often are, in theory, merely explaining yourself to the reader.

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    Originally posted by flexingtyger99

    “They haven’t called in an hour, they usually say that they are five minutes away from their house, and it takes them twenty minutes to get to their house”

    “ So what are you saying Billy?”

    “I’m saying that I’m getting worried. They aren’t usually like this Freddie,” Billy paced back an forth within the bedroom. Whenever you came to hangout with Billy and Freddie, you always told them that you’d call them when you’re close to your house to let them know your safe. An hour has passed and no phone call.

    “I’m going out”

    “Billy they’re probably fine, I wouldn’t worry. We’ll see (Y/N) at school tomorrow”

    “You are going to see (Y/N) tomorrow, I’m going out to see if they are alright” 

    Without another thought, Billy went downstairs and out the backyard to go turn into his superhero alter-ego and make sure you were safe. 


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