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You looked at your seven bosses, sprawled like sin on their office chairs, with a little bit of defiance and anger, and a little bit of worry. Namjoon crossed his arms expectedly, waiting for you to speak, raising his brow when you don’t. You couldn’t keep his gaze and looked around the office of the young CEOs, avoiding the eyes burning into your skin. Focusing on the dark grey walls, you almost couldn’t hear Yoongi’s scoff, they let such little light into this room, thick curtains almost always covered the few windows there, and it didn’t help settle your nerves.

When it became evident you were going to hold your tongue, the leader of the group decided he would talk instead.

“We’ve received a complaint about our favourite employee,” he starts, waiting for a reaction. It was your turn to scoff and cross your arms defiantly, it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t want to explain that, so you sat and acted like a brat as an act of defence against them. As much as it warmed your cheeks to hear the word favourite, you feared you would cause him to continue with disappointment, your heart sank with dread, you were a known teachers pet your whole life, if your bosses were angry with you, you might actually cry.

“You were caught fighting with another employee,” Jin continues, and you meekly look up at him, starting to feel uncomfortable in your own skin. He gives you a very small smile, eyes soft but firm in their interrogation. “Now we’ve heard Suran’s version of events...”

You scoff even louder, rolling your eyes, which makes Jin raise his eyebrow in shock at your attitude.

“... but we want to hear yours,” Hobi finishes, frowning at your behaviour.

You look away from the middle of their entourage to the left hand side where Taehyung sat at the end, chin in his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, dark eyes assessing you with almost a bored expression on his face. Your heart rate increased and you clutched your arms with your nails tighter as if that would save you. Tae always managed to get a reaction out of you, maybe best not to look at him. But looking at Yoongi next to him was no better, as evident from the smirk on his face, they both could read you like a book written in their own language.

You turn your head to the other end of the panel, where Jungkook and Jimin sat, their normally smiling faces looked at you with disappointment and you bowed your head in shame at once. It was their fault really, but you didn’t want to say. It was no secret in the office that the seven CEOs had a soft spot for you, the maknaes made that abundantly clear in all the time you’ve worked for them. Always stealing you away, coming into the lunchroom to sit with you, always joking and laughing with you while blantently ignoring the other employees. You never thought much of it, but that bitch certainly had something to say about it.

Even the older members of the group made it clear who their favourite employee was, even though they were a lot more subtle, finding the time to walk past your desk and ask about your day, call you into their office to make sure you were okay when they thought you were stressed. It was the little quiet things with them, a complete opposite to the maknaes loud and cheerful declaration, but you’d be lying if you didn’t admit how it melted your heart and yes, fine, you developed a major crush on the seven guys who treated you better than they did everyone else.

You didn’t try to make something more of it, genuinely you worked hard, harder than most people in the building, that was why you thought they appreciated you a little more, nothing else, so why did Suran have to go run her mouth and taint it all for you.

You heard a deep sigh from Tae, but refused to look at him. You heard his chair slide back with ease as he stood to come towards you, kneeling down in front of your chair and taking your chin into his soft grasp. When you looked at him you wanted to cry.

Taehyung always gave you whiplash, one second he was laughing and acting like a child and the next he could become somber and strict, you never knew which Tae to expect, and honestly you thought he did it on purpose to keep you on your toes. There were days where you brought him his files and he’d smile like you just saved the world gushing you with praises, and the next time he’d look at you with dark eyes with the words “good girl” coming out in his deep timbre that made your whole body shiver.

His eyes now were commanding and dark, you took his wrist into your hand and tried to push him away but he held on a little tighter, a light sound of disapproval leaving him.

“Tsk, what happened to my good girl?” He said, voice deep. “Why would our sweet Y/n get into a fight?”

You could feel a lump in your throat, the real reason you really didn’t want to speak was because you know you’d start wailing like an idiot in front of the men that you started to love, and while you thought they may not reciprocate those feelings, you didn’t want to lose their respect. Stupid Suran had to ruin everything.

“Did you get hurt, angel?” Jimin says softly. Tears definitely start to well up in your eyes as you look towards him. Taehyung let’s go of your chin to caress your cheek as a tear drops and he wipes it away.

Namjoon’s eyes darken, they know for absolute fact you could do no wrong but unless they wanted HR to come visit they needed to resolve this in house. He knew that bitch was lying through her teeth about their favourite girl, but they needed you to tell them what actually happened so they could get rid of her without any mess.

“We can’t help you baby girl if you don’t tell us,” he says, hoping it would elicit something out of you.

“You guys are the problem,” you say through a sob, and your arms come to cover your face as more tears shed down your face. Their hearts sink at your words, Taehyung frowns at you, his dark eyes disappearing to look at you with sadness.

“What did we do, sunshine?” Hobi asks, tensing his shoulders. The group collectively hold their breath waiting for you to answer, bracing themselves for the onslaught of whatever they’ve done wrong.

“That!” You look at him accusingly, “stop doing that!”

They all turn to look at each other in confusion as you continue to cry.

“Beautiful girl..” Jin starts but you interrupt him.

“Jin stop please,” you beg, which does nothing to quell their confusion. You try to stop crying but end up causing yourself to hiccup and breathe shakily. Taehyung tries to hush you softly while still caressing your face, now with both hands.

It hurts them to see you like this, you were never a mere employee to them, and they made sure to show it, you might’ve missed the memo but none of the other employees did. The warning glares when a male colleague tried to talk to you, the way they tried to make sure at least one of them was with you at all times, the special projects they gave you to keep you near them. It was all done to keep you close, to get something to blossom from you so you could be theirs. They were being as patient as they could be, so what went wrong? Did you not want them like they wanted you?

“We don’t understand, Kitten, you have to explain it to us,” Yoongi growled getting impatient with you, he always covered his vulnerability with an air of annoyance and cold gazes, the rest of the boys saw through it, they couldn’t stand the idea of being the cause of your pain.

“The pet names, they need to stop,” you say firmly through your tears, painting your own glare onto your face, hoping it would give you the strength to get though this.

If the boys were hurt before, they definitely felt the cut this rejection caused, Yoongi flinched at your gaze. You never had a problem with this before.

They all called you a different name, something that resonated with their own selves. Yoongi called you kitten because of the rise he would get out of you when he teased you, you were smaller than him and he found your tenacity very cute so he picked on you jokingly to get a reaction, the phrase “Kitten’s got her claws out,” was a regular occurrence in your working life and while you always rolled your eyes at him you secretly loved it. You always joked that Yoongi reminded you of a cat, so it only made sense to him you were his Kitten, he always saw the smile you tried to hide when he called you that so why was it a problem now?

“Angel,” Jimin wanted to calm you down but it seemed to have other effects, your tears started again as you closed your eyes in defeat, you couldn’t be angry with them to make yourself look stronger. The sobs that left you made them wince, Taehyung takes you into his arms onto the floor, setting you on your knees, but against his wishes it makes you cry harder.

Jungkook nibbles on his lips, what made you cry like this? Surely not them, not their love for you. Anxiety started creeping inside him and he looked to their leader to try and make sense of the situation. You weren’t meant to cry, they didn’t anticipate that, they thought this would be simple, you’d say what the surely bitch had done and they would fire her, why had it turned to you crying inconsolably?

Namjoon had his eyes trained on you throughout your outburst, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why you suddenly had a problem with their affection.

“What did she say to you, Y/n?” His voice was stern and left no room for evasion.

“She said,” you sobbed into Tae’s blazer, clutching onto him as he stroked your back and cradled your head against him. You drew a shaky breath trying to get your words out, but you were awful at speaking when you cried. Taehyung put his cheek on the top of head to comfort you, as you tried to find your breath and your words.

“Come on, beautiful girl what did she say?” Jin pushed softly. While it warmed your heart to feel their care, it also broke it to know they’d never be yours the way you wanted them to be, that their care was only platonic and if they found out how you felt maybe they’d never look at you the same. So you didn’t want it, any of it, maybe it was easier to live without them then let them know how much you craved to be theirs, if only you knew they wanted you too.

“Sunshine, you need to tell us,” you can hear the sadness in Hoseok’s voice and it hurts you.

“Sh-she called m-me a whore,” you force out of yourself, spluttering in your tears. “She said I must b-be a - a wh-whore if you...” your whine break their hearts a little more, Jungkook and Jimin unable to stand how broken you sound join Taehyung in holding you, stroking your arms, your back, whatever they could to comfort you a little at least. The four CEO’s remain frozen in their chairs as their blood boils.

“If we what Kitten?” Yoongi asks through gritted teeth, fist clenching in anger.

You shake your head and whine against the maknaes, you don’t want to do this, you don’t want to say it, but you’ve started now and you need to finish. You gulp in a breath of air before you continue, trying to keep the emotion out of your voice.

“Why would you show me any kindness if I weren’t selling myself to you,” your nails dig into Taehyung suit and you try to ground yourself and keep the sobs at bay. “Why would all seven CEOs treat me any differently if they weren’t all using me for my body, why would they look at me when there were countless other women prettier and sexier than me.”

By the end of your explanation you were crying loudly again, but you could see the shock on their faces. Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a look of contempt, when they were done consoling you they had a bitch to deal with.

“I tried to explain to her that it wasn’t like that, but she wasn’t having it, I tried to walk away but she screamed at me and said “how does this whore think she’s better than me” and then she threw the first punch,” you tried wiping away your own tears and hurt, feeling so pathetic in front of them. “I swear I didn’t start it, I didn’t even fight back I just tried to keep her off of me.” You looked at Namjoon pleadingly hoping he’d believe you.

“I understand if you want me to leave,” you said your worst fear out loud only to be met with noises of disapproval.

“Why would we want you to leave, Bunny?”Jungkook took your face into his hands, and looked at you with his doe eyes hoping you’d see the sincerity he held for you. You always thought it were ironic the names the men gave you, it was like a reflection of themselves, you always thought Jungkook reminded you of a rabbit so when he first called you bunny you laughed out loud and asked him why he called you that. You remember his playful smile as he shrugged his shoulders and said “you jump on the spot when you’re excited,” giggling at you before whispering “like a bunny,” as if it were a secret. Jungkook was remembering it all as well, remembering how you grinned for him when he said that, comparing it to how broken you looked when he said it now.

“You don’t want rumours like this around you,” you explain, “you guys have worked so hard for something like me to taint the respect you’ve built.”

Yoongi scoffs again and looks at you as if you just uttered the most idiotic words known to man.

“We don’t care about that, we care about you silly Kitten.”

Yoongi hated how fragile you looked, you always held yourself strongly, the fact that this nonsense got to you frustrated him, who the hell did Suran think she was making his kitten feel so small.

“I can’t work here anymore Yoongi,” you said softly, the reason why you were so apprehensive to talk this over now becoming apparent, you knew how it would end. The panic that filled Yoongi made him clutch his chair, his breathing becoming harder at the thought that you would willingly leave them. He turned to their leader and saw a similar panic, losing you was never an option.

“Flower,” Tae said to get your attention, he had two names for you. When he was being soft it was flower, when he was in boss mode it was always good girl, and both always made your heart flutter, even now. He shook his head without another word, he didn’t need to say anything you could tell he was saying no to you leaving.

Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his face into your neck, holding you as close as he could.

“Please don’t leave us,” he whispers against you. He could feel dread weighing him down, but he would take you down with him and never let you out of his hold.

“I can’t stay,” you whisper back to Kookie, pressing your cheek to him before making eye contact with Namjoon, “I’ll hand in my resignation letter tomorrow.”

“We’ll reject it,” he replies quick as a flash, jaw clenching stubbornly.

“Joonie, you can’t reject it,” you say back equally as stubborn.

He finally rises from his chair to stand tall in front of you, his fingers go to your hair, stroking the strand back and forcing you to look up at him.

“Give me one good reason why I can’t.”

“I want to leave,” you lie, and Jimin whimpers beside you taking your hand into his, looking at your fingers as if it would stop his world crumbling around him. Jungkook holds you tighter, if he had to stay like this for eternity to stop you he would.

“You’re lying,” Taehyung says seeing through you like he always could, but even he felt a little insecure at your words, you were slipping away from them and he needed to bring you back. “Good girls don’t lie.”

Namjoon let’s go of your hair and walks exasperated around the room with his hands on his hips, he wanted to break something, he always felt in control but this whole situation was taking that away from him and it left him out of his comfort zone.

Hobi knew the lead CEO needed a breather, the room could feel his frustration, even you cowered in it.

“Sunshine,” he called to you, trying his hardest to smile, hoping it’d be enough to convince you to drop the subject of leaving. “What would we do without our sunshine?” He tried to be lighthearted, to air the room from suffocating them. “Why would our sunshine want to leave us over something as silly as this?”

“You’re not leaving beautiful,” Jin chimed in, “Suran is.”

You look to the ground and your resolve to keep your secret to yourself breaks, you take a deep breath in and brace yourself for their rejection.

“While she was trying to get at me on the floor, she said she could see right through me,” your voice started off strong but grew smaller as you carried on. “She screamed it at me actually, for everyone to hear, how she knew I was in love with all seven of you, and how I was deluded to think that you’d ever love me back, and that’s why I didn’t fight back,” you could feel the tears leave you again but you didn’t sob, a numbness started spreading across your chest like an acceptance of the end, you already missed them, and it weighed so much you uttered your last words with a whisper, “because she was right.”

There, you said it, and you didn’t want to see the consequences so you closed your eyes. You could hear the sharp intake of breath, Jungkook lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you in shock, but you refused to see any of it, waiting for the words you know would come. Instead you felt soft lips place themselves on yours, large hand pressing the back of your head closer to the warmth in front of you, you open your eyes in shock as Tae breaks away from you slowly, smiling as soft as the kiss. You hear a chuckle behind you, chest rumbling against your back where Jungkook still held you.

As you glance at their faces, you feel confused, they’re all smiling, grinning shyly. Namjoon has to bite his lips to stop himself from grinning like an idiot, Yoongi already giving in to this new feeling, gummy smile on show. The atmosphere in the room changes, and it causes your heart skip a beat in hope.

“Baby baby girl,” Namjoon joins the youngest CEOs on the floor with you, crouching down to tuck a stand of hair behind your ear. “Did you even stop to think maybe we were in love with you too?”

You’re gaping like a fish, you know you are, but you can’t stop.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yoongi chuckles. “Where were your claws kitten, you should’ve scratched Suran’s face.”

“I don- I don’t understand,” you stutter.

Jimin turns your face towards him before pressing his lips against yours, you could feel him smiling before he pulled away. “Does that help explain things angel?”

You cheeks are bright red, and you can hear the boys coo away at you. Your whole world feels like it’s shifted, and the dark office suddenly seems a lot brighter.

“We love you too,” the youngest whispers, pressing a kiss to the space behind your ears. “We love you too.”

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from

Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

Do Better 2 - Tony Stark

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Words: 3.7k Warnings: None? Some angst - tried to make this one a little happier than the last though! It’s a rollercoaster. Summary: I was very surprised that people liked the first part as much as they did, and I got a few requests to show how Tony and Mom met, and Tony and Kid’s relationship a few months later. Hope it isn’t trash, if it is, let me know!

Going to be honest, I’m in a big writing slump. I feel like everything I write is coming out wrong and it sucks. Hoping this one is alright, but I did do most of it on a good-ish day. Thank you so much for being patient, I hope everyone is doing well!

(gif not mine!)

There were times in his life where Tony really had to admit that he’d be nothing without Pepper Potts. She was the type of person who’d do her job and do it well regardless of the circumstances. Hell, most of the time she’d do his job too. But these were the early days, long before he’d realised her importance, and even longer before he’d realised his own feelings for her.

She’d only just started working for him and somehow she had already managed to drag him out of his workshop and into his worst nightmare. He’d never liked the theatre and he didn’t care much for dancing either. He wasn’t the type to sit still for hours on end, and he never quite understood how his mother managed to persuade his stone-cold father to always go with her. 

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Baby Girl | The Lost Boys x Reader HCs

Plot:  ya call the boys baby girl. just to see what happens. [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count:  1420 (nice)

Warnings:  implied horniness???? it's not that bad, it's just paul being a dingus

A/N: again, holy fuck i can't believe i wrote this. even more holy fuck, somehow, this isn't the stupidest thing i've ever written, and the most holy fuck, i think i might do one of these for every fandom i write for. wish me fuckin luck babes.

Marko

Marko finds it hilarious 

You saunter up to him on the boardwalk

Full of confidence and mischief 

You throw an arm around his shoulders 

Lean your weight on him

And you say

“Ok, where are we going, baby girl?”

Yeah, you don’t end up going anywhere, because he starts wheezing 

He just wasn’t expecting it, it caught him off guard

And then you have to stand there for five minutes while he laughs so hard he fails at standing

Boy is on his KNEES losing it at “baby girl”

And you’re just standing over him for a few minutes, ginning like a madman until you kneel down next to him

And holding back your own laughter

You say

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

And he just falls over

And at that point you also fall over 

And both of you are just cackling at this dumb shit

It’s attracting attention, but neither of you care

Eventually the rest of the boys come back to find you and marko just

On the ground

Dying

And david straight up turns around and walks the other way

It’s great, it’s fantastic

You and marko call each other “baby girl” for at least a week

And you both die laughing every single time

Everyone else hates you but it’s so fucking worth it

Paul

He also finds it hilarious, but like

Slightly to the left

The two of you are also on the boardwalk 

Vibing

Waiting for everyone else to show up

And you’re sitting on one of the rails while he stands like, kind of in front of you?

And he gets distracted by something

As he does with startling frequency 

And you watch him for a few minutes

Admiring him

But eventually, you get bored with that, so you kinda 

Kick him

A little bit

Not hard 

It’s not enough to hurt him

(if you can even do that)

But it’s enough to get his attention 

He looks at you

And his eyes get really big and sad, like he’s silently asking, “Why did you kick me?”

Or alternatively, “YOU KICK PAUL?  YOU KICK HIS BODY LIKE THE FOOTBALL?  JAIL FOR Y/N, JAIL FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS”

Either way, you power through it

And you go

“Whatcha lookin at, baby girl?”

And this boy just

Lights Up

The sad puppy eyes are Dropped 

And They Are Replaced With The Horny Eyes.

He just

Leans into you

As he looks at you, scanning you up and down

His gaze is piercing and uhhh

It looks like he wants to Eat You.

And goes

“baby girl, huh?”

And you’re like

“Yeah, baby girl.  And you didn’t answer my question.”

Which like

You say it

And you are Aware that you are Playing With Fire

But fuck, the fire is fun to play with

And you won’t complain about getting burned 

So

When he takes another step towards you and like

Smacks a hand down on your leg

You just lean in further and go

“Are you gonna answer me, baby girl?”

Yeah, you get bit

On the neck

You fucked around and found out

You leaned in too far and you got bit

These boys, i swear, they’re animals 

Just fuckin biting

It’s a gentle bite tho

Soft

Teasing 

And when he pulls back he goes

“Doesn’t matter, baby.  All I can see now is you.”

And it’s so fuckin cute that you almost fall off the rail you’re sitting on

Anyway, yeah, you and paul also call each other “baby girl” for a week, but the context is Different 

Dwayne

Dwayne has a relatively simple reaction

The two of you are vibin in the cave

It’s dark outside 

So everyone else is out

And the two of you are alone

And he’s minding his own business

Lounging around a bit 

Reading a book 

And you

You are Bored

And you’re in the mood to cause problems on purpose, so

You slide in

Lean over him

And you watch him for a second

Tilting your head every now and then like a confused puppy

He ignores you

And after a few minutes of standing there, a plot comes to your wicked little mind

You lean in even closer

And you go

“Hey baby girl, whatcha reading?”

And he just

Looks at you 

For a second

Maybe he blinks once or twice

And you don’t budge, you’re just sitting there grinning at him

In silence

And then suddenly 

In the blink of an eye

He pulls you down onto him and into his arms

You quickly find yourself resting on top of him 

Using his chest as a pillow 

And this man

Does Not Wear A Shirt

So that’s fun for you

Anyway, he takes the book and just

Holds it above the two of you 

So that you can both read it

And he says

“Look for yourself, baby girl”

Which if you ask me, is the fuckin Height Of Romance, but you didn’t ask me, and that’s okay

Anyway, yeah, it’s cute

Fuckin

Adorable shit

David

Anyway, time for david

David is

Confused

By his baby girlification 

Like

He’s not mad, he doesn’t expect it

(Kinda like marko, but he doesn't laugh, he just sorta sits there)

It takes him a second to process, because the second the word “baby girl” leaves your mouth and floats his way, he blue screens

Like

David.exe is not working

The first time you do it, you’re in the cave with everyone else

And he’s sitting in his wheelchair, staring off into the distance like the brooding vampire man that he is

And you lean over him and go

“Whatcha thinkin about, baby girl?”

And he just goes

“What?”

And like

I don’t think you can actually say that he says what

It’s more like he breathes it out while his eyebrows furrow together and he shoots you the most confused look you have ever seen on his face

In part, he’s unsure that you’re talking to him

And in another part, you usually use more

Idk

Standard?  Pet Names? 

Darling, maybe sweetheart 

And he wouldn’t necessarily be opposed to weird pet names, it’s just that one time on the boardwalk you heard him call a potential meal “kitten” and you didn’t stop meowing at him for three months

So yeah, he didn’t see that one coming

It doesn’t help that the rest of the boys are there at the time, and you, marko, and paul just start chanting the word “baby girl” over and over again

Side note, i think the boys may have a thing for chants

Anyway

The next time you call him baby girl, he you catch him off guard with your sheer boldness 

It’s not the “baby girl” itself, it’s the words that accompany it

See, he’s drinking something 

Water, blood, whatever

He’s drinking it

And you look over at him and you just go

“Damn, you’re pretty thirsty tonight, huh baby girl?  We’ll just have to do something about that.”

And your tone is like, half joking, but that doesn’t matter, he still chokes on his drink

He coughs for like

A Good Few Minutes

And in those minutes you go from laughing at him, to panicking and patting him on the back

Congrats to you btw, you almost killed known horror icon david lost boys

Good for you

Anyway, he survives, which is good

Bc idk how forgiving the other boys would be of you committing manslaughter (vampire slaughter?) against david

(tbh, they’d probably be pretty forgiving given the sheer hilarity of the situation)

BUT HE LIVES, AND I DIGRESS 

The next time you call him baby girl is in front of max

And like

This is peak 0 brain cell behaviour for you, because you straight up aren’t even thinking about it

You see david in the video store

You walk into the video store

You don’t realize he is in the Middle Of Talking To His Dad

“Dad”

And you go

“Hey baby girl”

And then you wander off to the horror section 

Just

No thots given 

You don’t even notice david and max staring after you

You’re too busy looking at a copy of texas chainsaw massacre 2

And when they turn back to face each other it is literally that one meme

“David, why does (Y/N) call you baby girl?”

“Maybe we should stop talking for a while”

Overall 

David doesn’t mind it, it just fucking surprises him every gd time

You’d think he’d get used to it but nope

It always gets him

hiii, can i request a e-42 miles morales where he just wants to be comforted but he’s that miles so obviously he doesn’t want to admit it and puts up a strong facade in front of reader but she knows what’s up. thank you!!

— After Dark

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ e-42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ you have come to know miles so much that you know when he is stressed and in much need of comforting even when he tries to act tough in front of you.

warnings ✧˖ ° angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, miles is our baby boy and needs to be held, cuddling, you being a good partner.

m. list, main m.list.

translations ✧࿓☾ bonito: handsome/or pretty boy, (mi) princesa: (my) princess, cariño: dear, amor: love, te amo tanto: i love you so much, mi angelito: my little angel.

a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i felt this request in my heart while writing it, hope you enjoy!

you were awaken in the middle of the night by the creak! of your window as it was forced open, you flopped back down from your sitting position after realizing who the intruder was. your boyfriend, miles morales.

"bonito, what are you doing here?" you asked him, you felt exhausted and when you looked at the clock on your nightstand you noticed you had only slept for an hour.

"sorry for waking you, princesa." he apologized, then sat on the end of your bed just examining your face. he did this often, but now there was something off with him.

"what's wrong?" you sat back up, and moved until you were kneeling on your bed right in front of him, taking his head in between your hands.

"nothing, mami." he shook his head, a small smirk making its way to his face as he looked you up and down.

the covers had come off when you moved towards him and in the process revealing your pijama shorts along with the pijama cami top.

"miles, don't play with me." you warned which wiped the smirk off his face. "tell me what's up with you."

"it's nothing, cariño. don't worry about it." he dismissed once again.

"mhm..." you hummed, then proceeded to get off your bed to kneel on the floor. grabbing his feet, one by one, you took off his jordans. you put them to the side neatly and stood back up, unzipping your boyfriend's jacket while he just observed then you took that off too and since he doesn't like sleeping with a shirt on you took it off of him.

"come on," you said getting in bed once again and grabbing his hands, pulling him up the bed which he obliged to.

he laid under the covers with you, between your legs with his head on your chest as you ran your hand up and down his back trying to bring as much comfort to him as you could.

it was silent for what felt like hours and you couldn't figure out if he was sleeping or not because of how relaxed his breathing had become, but you had your answer when he spoke up again.

"it's my mom,”

you stayed silent, wanting him to continue at whatever pace he would like to.

"she keeps working overnight shifts and i know she is doing all of that to provide for me, but it hurts me so much to see her work herself so hard like that. it makes me feel like a burden to her, because if it wasn't for me she wouldn't have to do that." he took a shaky breath, pausing.

once again you remained silent, not pushing him to continue.

"when she comes home she looks so tired and she doesn't even sleep that much because she immediately starts worrying about how i didn't eat properly and if my clothes are washed or some other stuff and it just makes me feel like shit seeing her like that and all because of me." he finishes.

you waited just in case he had something else to say before you said anything, when he didn't you took his head in your hands making him look up at you. you wanted him to look you in the eye as you spoke.

"miles morales, you're not a burden to your mother." you stated, loud and clear. the thought that your parents might hear you did not go through your head. "she works like that not only because she is raising a child all on her own and has to take care of him because she loves him so much, more than anything in this world. she also works like that so that she can be able to provide for herself. she works like that because she is a strong, beautiful and independent woman who others can not compare to. miles, you're her son, of course she would do all of that and more for you because the love of a mother is something that is unrivaled."

you took a deep breath. "if tia morales had considered you a burden, don't you think that she would've given you up to some child system or whatever? but she hasn't and would never do it, i know she wouldn't. she loves you just like you love her."

miles was looking at you, eyes watery but only one tear came out before he wiped it off, breaking eye contact as he did this. he buried his head on your chest for a moment.

"so if you ever feel like a burden again, just remind yourself that she loves you and that she also needs to do that for herself. okay, amor?" you asked.

miles lifted his head up, nodding.

"no, i want you to say it for me." you told him.

"okay." he said.

"i love you, did you know that?" you smiled down at him.

"yes and i love you too, mi princesa." he smiled back and pulled himself further up on top of you until he was on eye level with you. "te amo tanto," he kissed your forehead. "the love of my life," he kissed your right cheek. "my one and only." he kissed your left cheek. "my happiness." he kissed your nose. "mi angelito." he kissed your mouth.

you smiled into the kiss, and kissed him back before pulling away. "i'll always be here for you." you told him.

"i know." he smiled, full teeth showing which was rare, then kissed you again.

life was perfect when he was with you.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

“Huh, you sound British.”

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : Being a new student is already hard, just imagine being British in high school within Brooklyn.

warnings : I put a slash between the difference of American and British words so no one is confused since I’m not actually American myself.

Switching from an English secondary school to an American high school was not something that you could say you were actually excited for.

But yet here you are sitting in your mothers car listening to ‘Bonfire’ by Childish Gambino, trying not stress over being in a totally new environment.

“Okay, we’ve arrived.” Your mum/mom said rubbing the back of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna go now, I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you too but get your arse out this car so your not late please!”

You laugh whilst unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car walking towards the entrance.

Once you enter your immediately overwhelmed with the amount of loud new accents filtering the air. I mean sure you had been in New York for a few days before being introduced to the school but that doesn’t mean you were used to the variety of accents.

Making your way towards the principals office you ended up lost and having to scout the help of one your new peers.

Looking to your left you spot a fairly handsome guy with two cainrows/cornrows going down his neck, sharp jaw, and very plumed lips.

Damn, guess NYC ain’t that bad after all.

Tapping his shoulder you timidly ask “Sorry to disturb you but do you think your could show me to the principals office.”

He looked you up and down for a good thirty seconds before his focus finally set on your face.

“Huh, you sound British.”

“I mean I am from London.” You deadpan.

“Sure I’ll take you, c’mon.”

He takes off swiftly leaving you trailing behind him.

Once you finally reach the principals office

he stops and looks you dead in the eye tilting his head which ultimately makes you cast your gaze down to the floor.

“I’m Miles but I never caught your name.”

You look up and end up locking eyes.

“I’m Y/N” You smile downward.

“We’ll Y/N ion know much about British people but I hope we can get to know each other a bit more…”

And with that he walked away leaving you at the door of the principal.

Now all you have to is KNOCK.

————————

Getting halfway through the day was particularly easy except from the bombardment of questions from people you don’t even know.

Asking things about Britain like you were the Queen (R.I.P Queen Lizzy) It was like they had never heard of Google before.

Fortunately a group of girls adopted you into their circle and you were currently sitting with them at lunch.

“So how’s your day been except y’know all the weird questions?” One girl asks with a chuckle.

“We’ll it’s been a bit annoying relearning the stuff I’ve already done which by the way don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you guys do algebra for like a whole year. In England once we finish a topic we move onto the next.” You ramble with a sigh.

“Eh I mean I guess but it’s not anything new for us. Anyways since being here, have you caught your eye on anyone yet?” Another girl answers and questions.

“We’ll there was this one guy but I haven’t spotted him again since he dropped me off at the Principal’s.”

Some girls squeal in excitement at a new potential crush to gossip about.

“He was quite fit actually and he had these two braids going down. He gave a really good conversation on the way their actually.” You finish off going back to your food nonchalantly.

There must be a shift in the air because the table of girls stopped talking until someone pipes up.

“Your not talking ‘bout Miles Morales are you?!” She squeaks with widened eyes.

“We’ll yeah he said his name was Miles but he didn’t give his surname/lastname.”You start to nod.

“No way! Girls have been trying to get with him ever since we got to the school but he’s always cold and quiet around people who aren’t his friends. Girl you are so lucky.” She blurts out.

“We’ll I’m sure he was just being nice, I mean I am new.” You defend.

And with that Miles Morales walks past your table trailing behind his friends he gives a smirk and waves towards you.

Yeah, I guess you are lucky…very lucky!

Snuggle Bug

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Miles is such a snuggle bug.

Warnings: none :)

“How long has it been since you've seen the sun?” You jokingly asked Miles. Rather than his desk being filled with pens and sketchbooks, textbooks and pencils replaced them.

You watched in amusement as he lets out a scream, clearly not expecting you. “How did you get in here?”

“Well when two people love each other very much-” You were interrupted with a pillow thrown at you. “Okay, okay, no need to be so aggressive.” You looked over at his desk, “What test?”

“Uh Trig,” he responded.

You give out a wince to it. You never liked Trig or math in general. Plus the teacher was a hag with a terrible wig.

“Maybe you should take a break. Take a nap with me,” you suggest to him slyly.

“As much as I would love that, I have to study for this test next week,” he tells you. “But afterwards, I promise.”

You fix him a look and rolled your eyes, “Okay fine. In the meanwhile, can I look at my pictures?”

“Fine,” he huffed out and went back to studying.

Smiling with joy, you went to Miles’ sketchbook collection and looked for the one with your name on it. He had a whole book dedicated to you in multiple styles and mediums.

Some were realism while other cartoonish. Sometimes he used nothing but graphite pencils and the white of the page while other times he used markers, colored pencils and pens all in one drawing.

You could get lost in the pages, feel giddy every time you saw a new drawing of you. It made you feel loved.

“Okay, I’m done.” Miles announces and stretches his body causing bones to crack and pop.

“Wow, who knew you were such an old man,” you muttered under your breath, eyes still in the book.

Suddenly you felt a large weight on your back, trapping you in the bed. It could only be one person.

Miles snuggled into the nook of your neck and you hear a muffled no. Then soft snores reach your ear and you let out a sigh as you subsumed to your fate as a human bed.

You light jabbed Miles with your elbow because if he's going to use you like this, the absolute least he could do is help you get your bonnet. This hair wasn't cheap.

“Okay, okay I’m gonna get it,” he said groggily and wiped the sleep from his eyes. He extended his arm and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t you dare use your web shooters to get my bonnet,” you warned him. The last time he did that, you literally had to throw the whole bonnet away. It was your favorite too.

He grumbled but got up to get it anyway. He gave you a warm smile before fitting the bonnet around your head gently and kissed you on the cheek.

He laid on his bed with a deep sigh but he looked at you with bedroom eyes, half-lid and a lazy smile. And you just sit there, on the bed admiring him. It was amazing how he could do so little and still look so beautiful.

“You gonna join me down here or…?” He questioned but didn't wait for an answer. He pulled you into his arms and returned his face into the nook of your neck. Eventually, your legs tangled and twisted together into one, and with your combined body heat you quickly went to sleep.

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meeting the lost boys

a/n : quick head cannons on you meeting the boys for the first time

- you work for max

- maybe he hired you right before Lucy so he and his boys could get lucky ;)

- one day you’re working the shop alone waiting for lucy, and these guys come in looking like kiss minus the makeup and you can’t help but stare

- i high key feel like paul or dwayne approaches you first

- like david wants them to see what max got them

- and marko goes up next and is all jingly and is just talking to you trying to make you smile

- they cannot believe how absolutely gorgeous you are, and how fast your heart is beating!!!!!!

- and you know how actually alive you are....

- but you’re so cute

- so eventually david pulls the boys together and is like “is max here?”

- and you tell them no and they just kinda leave

- you’re sitting there like “wtf was that?”