((sorry this took so long but holy shit))

osarons  asked:

Hiiiiii Clare :) Congrats on 600! What are some of your hcs for the gangsey after the events of the books are done???

heidi!!! thank you!! you spoil me ahhh i had a long week but now i have some pasta and down time and im so Ready™ to talk about these kids that i love with my whole heart this is so long oh god

  • listen idk about you but i’ve been on a ton of road trips and they are not easy so if that trip actually lasts the whole 3 months of summer i’ll eat my shirt
    • ok but please??? imagine the bickering i bet you henry is so directionally challenged, blue probably wants a schedule whereas gansey is probably like “what do you mean we’re not just driving off into the sunset i don’t understand wait…we have an actual route?”
    • don’t lie to me you know he got lost plenty on his various adventures and his soft scholarly heart just went with it
    • protect him
    • but yea anyway they probably went up and down the east coast for about 2.5-3 weeks, hitting up all the state parks along the way and stopping in small towns
    • henry insists they have to find the best pizza on the east coast only to claim nothing can top Nino’s by the end of it
    • gansey wants to see all the wacky tourist spots “to get the authentic experience”
    • at each stop they send postcards to The Barns (theyre all on the fridge)
    • blue takes SO MANY pictures ok but all of them are candids 
    • so while there’s these awful blurry messes she also manages to catch these really fantastic photos of henry falling out of a tree he tried to climb with gansey laughing, of the three of them in a diner shifting their food around (you know how when you know someone so well you just order food and shift things around so everyone has what they like? like that)
    • her absolute favorite: she was recording them on a hike and they stumble upon a little grove with a stream running through and forgot to stop the video when she set her phone down. that night she plugs her phone in to the car charger and gets a screenshot of the three of them standing in the stream, laughing and singing. 
  • after the road trip blue registers for summer sessions at the community college and keeps working at Nino’s and walking dogs, she decides she’s going to save up and get her associates then transfer to a university to get her degree in marketing for art (listen she loves being creative, she loves collecting, she’s smart as hell and would get great buys for up-and-coming artists, that girl could own a really cool gallery i can see it now)
  • gansey defers for a year because. well. dying is stressful. but once he goes to college he decides to study art history. like blue, he loves art but he can’t deny he loves history too, and authenticating old works and searching for ancient tapestries and lost paintings is something our boy would be great at (bonus: in later years he would be the most eccentric art history professor ever and he’d totally where those corduroy jackets with elbow patches and his wire rim glasses im!!! i love the idea of old man gansey being this adorable weirdo professor that all the students love) 
  • because we don’t really know much about henry’s interests i don’t know what his major would be but wouldn’t it be hilarious is he was a professional beekeeper and bought up land to have bee gardens and sanctuaries and started a natural honey business and gansey goes there all the time because he’s Crazy but he’s decked out in protection gear and ronan and blue team up to make a rule that he not go out to the gardens because nobody wants to tempt fate that bad
  • adam and ronan spend the summer together with opal seeing the beginnings of their life together settle in
    • ronan teaches opal more and more english and spends hours figuring out what foods she likes or doesn’t like while training her not to eat sticks
    • adam comes up with little lesson plans for her to start learning how to read and write along with simple math and science
    • ronan dreams up some fake documents so they can get her enrolled in homeschooling because there’s no way they’re gonna do public school and try to explain their satyr child to anyone thats just…nah
    • when they’re not teaching opal ronan is tending to the farm, learning what livestock he wants to buy and care for, going to showings all around the state (people look at him so weird, a tall kid who looks more like a biker than a farmer, cradling a bunny in his arms at the makeshift petting zoo with a little girl on his shoulders. he’s A Sight.)
    • adam, it turns out, is very good at baking and opal develops a bit of a sweet tooth off of his many experiments with different cupcakes and cookies
    • their days are carefree. they explore the fields of the barns, make wild plans for the future, tell opal stories and play with her. they catch fireflies and learn constellations together.
    • every evening is spent giving opal bubble baths and wrapping her up in old tshirts and gym shorts from matthews room then settling down with warm milk and honey and telling stories of sleeping kings, trees that give advice, and ordinary people discovering magic
    • they brush out her wild hair and the fur on her legs and put her to bed and quietly get themselves ready for bed. sometimes adam will read to ronan until they fall asleep. 
    • sure, there are bad nights. they both have their fair share of nightmares. opal does too. that’s when they grab blankets and go sit on the porch and talk about the stories of the constellations until their minds settle again.
    • when they drop adam off at the dorms as he starts his first year, its hard. its really really hard. these three haven’t had a lot of good in their lives up until now so letting go of their routine, of each other, although its temporary, it hurts. none of them cry, but its close (close as in adam waits until they’ve driven away and he’s got a moment alone in the bathroom. ronan lets the tears fall silently as he grips opal’s hand reaching forward from the back seat where she’s crying into her knees she’s drawn up to her chest).
    • the first time adam calls home he’s worried opal won’t remember him, after all they only had a few months together, and they don’t know exactly how great her memory is. his worst fear happens when he’s skyping ronan, who tells opal it’s adam, and she says “who’s that?”
    • just as adam feels his heart break a little, opal leans into the frame and continues, “no papa, that’s dad.” (turns out ronan bought her a book that teaches family vocabulary)
    • adam feels like his heart is breaking again but this time from being so entirely full of love for these two he can barely comprehend it
  • adam, light of my life, goes into law. he gets a full ride because he is smart as hell and super dedicated (can u tell im proud of him). for the most part he assists at a small business firm his first few years out of college but eventually, he focuses on social work cases and getting law changes in the state to make it easier for parents to report their parents without endangering themselves, as well as changing emancipation laws so that emancipated minors can make purchases regardless of age and aren’t left homeless. its very close to his heart but even though it hurts sometimes to see these cases it only makes him want to win even more, and he knows he has ronan and opal to help bring him back from rough days at work
  • ronan is the Best Farmer Ever he starts buying livestock and filling up The Barns with dairy cows, hens, and goats (he thinks its hilarious when they get there and opal is absolutely fascinated by their legs). part of the land has an orchard that has both normal fruit and some of the trees niall dreamt up, and ronan sells fruit at a local farmers market as well as to other farmers who make local preserves. declan comes by here and there and…they actually start to get along a little better once declan accepts that this is ronan’s life and ronan accepts that declan was just trying to do what’s right. it also helps that for some reason opal loves declan like. so much man. and he loves her too theyre practically best buddies its precious, and even better when matthew is over too. all the lynch boys are weak for this little girl ok? they don’t stand a chance she’s got them all wrapped around her little finger.
  • finally, there’s noah. 
    • every year on the day he died, truly died, for them, they all get together and go to his grave (his birthday is for his family).  they tell his headstone about their classes, about new things opal has learned, about how the farm and the bee garden are going. 
    • blue always kisses her hand and presses it to the headstone before she leaves. he was her first kiss, so he gets another every year as thanks for giving her the boy she loves.
    • ronan always brings opal and tells her about his best friend, about a boy who was dead but lived loudly in spite of that. he leaves dream fruit at the headstone, and opal leaves her favorite stick she’s found that week. 
    • henry never met noah, but he hears so much about this boy who was a ghost, who was technically non-existent who still gave the last vestiges of himself up, just for the friends he’s come to think of as family. he leaves a bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers from his garden.
    • adam always starts off with telling noah about classes, trying to keep himself together, but he always ends it by choking up halfway through telling his headstone how important noah is to him. adam leaves a stone from the river, almost like he’s redirecting the ley line again. 
    • gansey is always last. while everyone else is there for comfort they always leave gansey to say his goodbyes last, and instead take him into a hug when he gets to the car. gansey just…he needs to do this alone. he needs to tell noah it wasn’t for nothing, that he’s doing everything possible to make noah proud. gansey never knows what to leave that could possibly live up to what noah has given him. he leaves a copy of pictures of them every year. noah gave him life, so gansey leaves evidence of the people he lives for, the people that make it worth living, the people that miss him. the people that remember him. 

gavinsdiary  asked:

Hi! I just wanted to say that I was looking at your Dream Daddy AH art, and I love it so much. However, I realized that I think my favorite thing about it is holy shit Geoff's tattoos. Like they're so good and well drawn, they're fucking awesome. I just wanted to say that, sorry.

thank you so much! the damn thing took me a long time to finish aaaaaaaa

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Aoi + Kimagure + Shirofuku; いいや

Living Colors

Originally posted by idealuk

^that gif kills me, holy shit. 

Mikey x Reader

Living Colors

Prompt(s): “Soulmate AU for Mikey?” and a few other requests for a Mikey soulmate AU.

Note: I like the idea of Mikey’s soulmate thing being that the world is black and white until you meet your soulmate. I just really think it fits for him. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG.

Green. It was the color Mikey was most curious about. Supposedly, according to some website, turtles were green. And because they were giant mutant turtles, it only made sense that that was what color they were. He wondered what it looked like, the colors of trees and grass, the color that made Central Park so alive, and he had never seen it. He might never see it.

Mikey wondered what color his eyes were. Were they green? Hazel? Blue? Maybe they were grey. Or brown. What color was his bandana? Was it yellow? Red? Blue? He didn’t know. Maybe he and his brothers all had the same color mask, only in different shades. That would explain why Raph’s was so much darker than his. There was just so much in this colorless world that had to be explained.

Splinter told the boys not to get their hopes up, that love would not be easy for four giant turtles. That perhaps the universe hadn’t set anyone aside for them and they would be alone forever. But despite the warnings, Mikey had hope. There was always hope.

***

The park must be so colorful this time of year. The time of year when the leaves darkened and drifted away on the wind. The soulmates you knew said that the leaves would flush vibrant hues of red and orange and yellow instead of the usual emerald green that made everything seem so alive. So vivid and vibrant instead of the dull grey you had grown up with your entire life.

As you sipped your coffee from your travel mug and flipped the page of your book. Someone had told you the cover was blue. You liked the idea of blue. They said the sky was that color, but at night it would erupt into brilliant hues of red and orange and pink. A sunset. You wondered how soulmates could ever get used to the sight of it after growing up in a world of grey. You wondered how they could ever take color for granted. It was like not appreciating how clearly you can breathe until your nose is clogged and suddenly something that you’ve been so used to seems like a luxury.

You knew that when you could finally see color, there was no way in hell you’d ever take it for granted. Not even something that happens every night. God, when you found your soulmate, you’d never take anything for granted ever again.

***

“I dunno, bros. I think today feels different.” Mikey shrugged.

“Mikey…” Leo started.

“Listen to me, brah. I feel it. Deep in my soul.” He pointed to his plastron dramatically, his eyes meeting his oldest brother’s. “My sooooul.”

“We get it, dork.” Raph gave his younger brother’s head a little shove. “We’ll see.”

***

You were working in the bookstore down the street from your apartment. It was night. You usually closed up shop at like nine. So once you locked all of the doors, set the security alarms, and turned out the lights, you left and began your walk down the street. You walked past the alleys and stopped when you heard something. A voice in the alley. Someone was there. And while you wouldn’t normally give it any thought, it felt…different.

You took a few small steps towards the shadows. Your confused look soon faded into something else. Realization. You were meant to be here.

“Hello?” You called. “Is…is someone there?”

***

“Don’t.” Leo mouthed. “Nobody move.” Mikey hadn’t even gotten the chance to look at you, what with Raph standing in the way. But that voice. That human voice. Mikey felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest and run down the street.

“What’s wrong with him?” Leo asked Donnie as quietly as possible. The tallest turtle scanned him. The results were less than expected. He had never seen anything like this.

“We need to let him go to her.” Donnie stated. He knew what this meant. Those brainwaves, that heartrate. Something amazing was about to happen. “I think she’s…” He didn’t even need to finish. Leo nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line. Raph moved out of the way and pushed Mikey a few steps forward, just into the light.

Your eyes met his and suddenly everything changed. It was like a million fireworks erupted. The world flushed into color, countless colors, and the first you noticed was the blue of his eyes and the vibrant orange of the mask that framed them. Your body shook with heavy breaths. You were overwhelmed. Mikey fell to his knees, tears forming in his eyes. Here you were. There he was.

You took a few unstable steps forward, kneeling down in front of him. Tentatively, you raised your hands to frame his cheeks. A smile spread across your face. His too. A few tears of relief slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away.

“I’m s-sorry.” Mikey sniffled. “You’re just so beautiful and I never thought I would ever-”

“I love you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. He held you as thought you would disappear. Mikey never wanted to let go of you. Ever.

“I-I love you too.” He whispered as he held you against him. “I love you so much.”

“What the shell…” Raph whispered as he and the other brothers watched in awe. Mikey had found his soulmate. And she didn’t even scream.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, pulling away so you could look at his face. At his clear blue eyes.

“Michelangelo.” He replied, chuckling. “But the ladies call me Mikey. Not that I, uh, have any ladies. You’re the only one.”

“I’m (Y/N). And I’m proud to be your lady.” You kissed his cheek, causing warmth to spread through his entire body. You pulled away and looked at him for a few seconds before leaning in to press a long, sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile against you as one of his large three-fingered hands ran through your hair.

“God, I just…I wanna know everything about you.” Mikey said. His eyes memorized every facet of your face. “I…wow…”

“What?” he smiled.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Hey cheeseball, how about introducing your girlfriend to your brothers?” Raph asked as he and the others came out of the shadows. Mikey helped you to your feet. You stumbled forward, but he caught you in his waiting arms. You laughed. So did he.

“Well, bros, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my brothers. Raphael in the red is like a big cuddly teddy bear. If big cuddly teddy bears were incredibly violent.” Mikey seemed to be back to his funny, charismatic self. All of the heavy emotion had passed, and now he was himself again. And yet he felt different too. Like he had changed somehow. Either way, he continued. “Donatello in the purple, a technical genius who is technically a genius. Leonardo here in blue is our fearless leader.”

“You done?” Leo asked, amused.

“Yeah, I’m done.” He nodded. “So uh, do you have any plans tonight, angelcakes? I think it’s about time I brought a girl home.”

“I just have to toss this in my apartment real quick.” You held up the bag in your hand. “And then we can do whatever. Anything. As long as I’m with you.” You took one of his large hands in your own. He grinned.

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

anonymous asked:

omg, i was reading your about and holy shit im so glad to find another person who thinks heavy metal is really stimmy! its just... SO GOOD. i cant even articulate the feeling heavy metal evokes in me, i love it. do you have any song/band recs? (this isnt meant as a request btw, sorry if it counts as one! im just thrilled to find another heavy metal fan in the stim community)

Sorry this took so long but I had to go to YouTube without getting distracted by any of my current hyperfixations to do it.

So. Heavy metal recs.

First is the pair of albums that got me into heavy metal: Charlemagne: By The Sword and the Cross and Charlemagne: The Omens of Death by Christopher Lee. 

Yes, the same Christopher Lee who played Saruman and Count Dooku and most villains tbh made two heavy metal concept albums about the life of Charlemagne. Because of course he did. The first is more symphonic and the second is more pure metal, but otherwise they’re basically the same. (Warning: Charlemagne was very much a conquer everyone in the name of Jesus sort of fellow and the albums do reflect that.) 

Now, on to the rest of the list, in no particular order. (Worth mentioning a lot of these will be what I call metal+ which is basically metal+any other genre bc everything is improved by metal)

Turisas-Finnish Folk Metal

 Babymetal-Japanese J-pop Metal 

Orphaned Land-Israeli Middle Eastern Folk Metal

Schandmaul-German Medieval Metal

Kamelot-American Power Metal

Rammstein-German Industrial Metal

Xandria-German Symphonic Metal

Blind Guardian-German Power Metal/Heavy Mithral (Tolkien themed metal. It’s a thing.)

Nightwish-Finnish Symphonic Metal

Delain-Dutch Symphonic Metal

This isn’t complete, I’m sure, but it’s what I can find easily. So yeah. There you go.

popimitaya  asked:

what about there's time when Sakura just come with naruto, and Sasuke just write on naruto cup like "naru-toad" or "get lost"..

What Coffee AU has taught us so far:

1. Sasuke and Naruto have no chill

2. Sasuke is both smooth and savage as fuck

3. ‘Believe it’ is Sasuke’s trigger phrase

4. Everyone in this AU is a nerd

This idea has been brewing in my head since popimitaya sent me this ask like a month ago! (You can read their version of the same prompt here !) Anyway, I hope you like it and I’m sorry it took so long!

Also, when did this become so shojo? 

Mission: Fuck Hamlet in the Ass

Originally posted by gillyplier

Request: Wow, another request from me! Sorry I just really enjoy your writing. Could you possibly do a teamiplier x reader like theatre au type of thing? Sorry that’s not specific I just really love theatre and teamiplier so I was thinking it’d be cool if they were put together somehow okay yeah sorry I’ll go you’ve probably got lots of requests 

Summary: Hamlet!Mark is annoying method actor and the team + Reader decide to fuck him up oops

A/N: I’m typing this at midnight in a McDonalds bc I have no wifi rip lol Also omf Mark is babyface in the gif lolol. Enjoy!

Wordcount: 572 meh

Requests are closed, sorry friends!

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Protective Much? (Jason Todd x Reader)

Anon Requested-Could I get a Jason Todd imagine where he gets protective/jealous please? :)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I’VE BEEN LACKING I HOPE YOU ENJOY

“(Y/N)!” You smiled as you heard the deep voice you recognized lightening your mood. “Hey beautiful.” Jason wrapped his arms around your waist picking you up “Where’s roy? Didn’t you say th-” You stepped back hearing a gasp as you smirked

“HOLY SHIT” Jason ran his hands through his hair making puffing noises and slicking his wet hair back “Ok that felt nice but what the hell roy!?” You kissed his forehead lightly “It was my idea”

Jason rolled his eyes taking your hand and sat you two over on a bench. You sat down patting your lap as he layed in your lap getting your shorts wet “I’m getting you back for that you know?”

You smirked rolling your eyes running your hair through the white streak “Even when your hair is wet and you’re soaking wet you still manage to be hot.” He groaned “It’s so hot here. Out of all places to go on vacation why California?! Not like new york or anything. Cali”

Your mouth dropped open “What do you mean vacation?! You came out here for a mission! I just decided to tag a long..” Your voice drifted off into a little whistle. Roy and Kori walked over to the top of you the glowing eyes looking at you “Would you two like to go get Ice cream with us?”


Roy’s voice spoke up after kori was done talking “Yeah then we’re heading back to the hotel to go into the pool because holy hell is it hotter then hell in here and Jason should know” Jason rolled his eyes getting up helping you up “Yeah that’s all cool.”

You smiled grabbing his hand the four of you walking off to get ice cream. As you guys were walking to the place you noticed it was closed. “That’s stupid what time is it anyways?” You groaned pulling your phone out of your boot checking the time reading 3:34 PM.

Jason leaned over your shoulder grunting “Sooo swimming then?” You smiled hearing kori speak up as you nodded your head. Kori grabbed your arm as the two of you ran across the street and into the hotel room.

Roy and Jason were right behind you. Kori went into the bathroom changing into her bathing suit “Um i’m not going to swim…” You looked down your bathing suit on but your cover up on. Roy looked at you as he helped tie Kori’s bathing suit top

Jason walked over to you shirt less as you placed your hand on his chest. You mumbled into his chest “I don’t like swimming…I mean I don’t mind but when there’s other people around..” You leaned down to look out the window of your hotel down to the pool seeing a group of guys there

Jason snagged his arm around you grabbing your hand and his towels walking behind Kori and roy discussing some stupid magic stuff “You’re going to be fine i’ll protect you.”

You grinned walking down stairs getting to the outdoor pool that was beautiful. You smiled smelling the fresh flowers and seeing the blue clear water. You walked over to set down your blanket on your chair next to kori.

Laying down putting your sunglasses on you removed your cover up your skin showing and the bathing suit fitting your body perfectly “It’s beautiful out here don’t you think kori?” She nodded her head “Yes friend (Y/N) it’s truly beautiful out here.”

Roy got up pushing jason into the pool the two boys jumping in as you smirked hearing the splash. “Hey cutie you busy?” Kori looked up as you groaned mumbling to yourself “Just what i was worried about..”

The three boys smirked the one in the middle staring directly at you “Hey. You’re cute you got a date or something? You should come swimming with u-” The boy got cut off by a voice “HEY ASSHOLE!” You heard your boyfriend shout from the other side of the pool

Roy smirked and started firing nerf gun darts at the boys as they tried to deflect them with their towel but instead ran off. You propped your self on elbow smiling as jason walked over to you sitting on your long chair as you layed down “Protective much?”

Finding Home (4)

Summary: Avengers High School AU. Gender neutral reader-insert. You, the new kid, just want to be left alone. But instead, you get the Avengers gang – and maybe, a new home too.

Warnings: Cursing. Drinking / alcohol. Campfire. Tons of feels and angst. Slight ScarletVision. Mention or implications of bullying, thievery, drugs, domestic abuse, bystander effect, parental death and porn. Lots of references from the movies and a few from the comics.

Author’s Note: THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG, and it’s SO LONG. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. So, keep in mind that the backstories they mentioned here are just the backstories I come up in parallel to what they’ve experienced in the MCU, mixed only a tiny bit with their origins in the comics. I only hoped I balanced all of them well, they’re so many. Have fun with your Avengers gathering! 💖️

Finding Home: Part #1: beginning. Part #2: accusation. Part #3: restless. Part #4: coin.Part #5: haze.


4: coin

n. a flat, round piece of metal

Holy shit. Arms around yourself, you stopped pacing as a limousine – a limo, of all things – slid down the road with the ease of T’Challa and the swagger of Tony Stark, glistening beneath the orange glow of a nearby streetlight. It stopped right in front of you.

A large man in a suit stepped out from the driver’s seat, and approaching the passenger door, gave you a nod. “G’evening,” he said, then clarified your name. You bobbed your head in return, and he beamed. “Name’s Happy. Tony sent me.”

Your wide eyes swept across the length of the vehicle. “This is really unnecessary,” you said, just as he opened the back passenger door.

“Tony wanted to show off,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. You stepped inside, and sitting on the plush, black seats, you scanned its stylish and elegant interior, all black and grays and silver, and –

“Uh, hi.”

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This took too long holy shit!! I really hope you guys all like it and im sorry its so huge! 

Survivor (Jason Todd x Reader) | Part Five

Warnings: Swearing. Nervous dork Jason. Emotional?

To say that your life had become complicated was an understatement. Right after Red Hood told you his actual name- which was a huge surprise in of itself- he tells you exactly how he died, as though it was a completely normal and casual thing to talk about! He even had the gall to nonchalantly ask you what your favorite color was when his explanation was done!

You dumbfoundedly answered his question followed with: “I think I- we should sit down before we continue this conversation.”

He cleared his throat with a nod and gestured for you to lead the way. When he climbed through the window after you, you didn’t miss the way his nose scrunched up in offense at the discarded book on the floor. The sight made you smile slightly, and you giggled when he picked it up as though it was a fallen comrade and held it delicately to his chest while giving you a disgusted look.

You simply laugh and plop down onto your couch, and he joins you soon enough- after he places the book at the top of your bookshelf.

“Jay, I can’t reach that high,” You point out.

Jason sits down next to you before saying: “Yeah, I know. That’s the point. You’ll never hurt that poor book again.”


The months seem to fly by after that. Jason would come visit you when he wasn’t on patrol or busy with something, you’d both chat, get to know each other, banter with each other, and then he’d leave with some sarcastic comment and a wink. He’d always come in and out through that same window, too. So when he’d showed up at your door instead, you were certainly surprised.

“So he does know how to use doors,” You sarcastically say, smirking.

He laughs a little nervously, “Yeah, I uh… I came through here because- I uh,” He clears his throat. “I think it’d be inappropriate to ask you my question through the window.” At the raise of your eyebrow he stammers out a rushed: “I-I wanted to know if you wanted to maybe go out. With me. On a date?”

“Right now?”

“Yeah. I-I mean, if that’s okay. With you. If not that’s– I’ll just…” He takes a step back.

“Right now is fine!” You quickly say. “I just need to grab my shoes and stuff.”

“Oh, thank fuck– I mean. Cool.”

It doesn’t take long for you to get ready, and you link your arm with his when you shut your door behind you, which causes his footsteps to falter for a split second before you’re off.

The date goes fairly well. He takes you to a restaurant that may not be the most extravagant or expensive, but the food was really good; afterwards he takes you out of the city, up quite a few hills, until he reaches what seems like the middle of nowhere. When he pulls over and stops his motorcycle, you give him a curious look.

“Do you trust me?” He asks.

“You know,” You begin. “Most people would feel uncomfortable with their date asking that question after being taken out in the middle of nowhere where there are no witnesses, but yes.”

He grins. “I’m going to ask you to close your eyes, for just a bit.”

You sigh dramatically before placing your hands over your eyes, and you giggle when you feel him place his own hands over yours.

“No peeking,” He whispers, as he begins to lead you in some direction. It’s only a few steps before he stops. “Okay,” He removes his hands. “Open.”

With a flutter of your eyes, you see Gotham City in front of you from the hillside your on. “Holy shit,” You can’t help but blink in awe. “You can practically see everything from here!”

“Yeah, it’s uh,” Jason clears his throat. “It’s a great view, and it’s peaceful up here.”

You turn to him with a smile on your face. “Is this your secret hideaway?”

He smirks in return, “Sometimes,” He brings a fist up to his mouth to clear his throat nervously, again. “But, I uh… I brought you here because… I didn’t want anyone to interrupt me or… ruin…”

You tilt your head slightly in bewilderment. “Jay?”

He bites his lip as he looks to the side, then huffs out a short laugh. You can see his eyes beginning to glisten, and he clears his throat again. “I, uh- we’ve… been together for awhile. And maybe not- not that long, but I uh…” You feel your own eyes begin to water slightly at hearing his voice crack, and he quickly clears it again. “Fuck. I don’t know how to–” He pauses, bites his lip before mumbling out: ‘fuck it’ and he drops down on one knee.

A tear escapes your eye as you raise a hand to your mouth.

“Y/N, I really just– I love you; and I’m sorry for fucking rushing this at the end, but I need to say it before I can’t,” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring, and he keeps his face towards the ground as his voice begins to break. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” You say instantaneously, causing Jason to snap his head up to you, revealing his wide, glassy eyes. “I would love to marry you, Jason Todd.”

Shakily, he places the ring on your finger, a small relieved sigh escaping him. He stands back up, and you engulf him into a hug which he returns with trembling but strong arms. A small sob escapes him, and when you pull back you find him grinning and laughing softly, all the while with tears streaming down his face.

“I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”

You press a kiss to his lips, and it was that moment that you were sure nothing else mattered. Nothing but the two of you. The contagious sound of his gentle laughter- which was so sincerely happy and innocent. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed on top of that hill, basking in each other’s presence, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care. You just wanted to spend time with him, and now you had all of your life to do just that.

strong-bottle-of-jyn  asked:

hello! for your thing, i'd like option 1for rebelcaptain and some conglomeration of "holy shit i just realized i’ve liked you for the past 8274 years and i really wish i didn’t but i dO and everyone somehow knows about it except for you oh my god why is this happening to me" and" we’re best friends and i’ve been in love with you for forever but i’m 3000% sure you just see me as a friend except why is this sexual tension happening rn" lol thanks!!

HELLO okay i’m sorry this took so long but HERE YOU GO!

YOUR REBELCAPTAIN FIC:

[also on ao3]

The revelation hits Jyn, quite literally, out of nowhere.

She’s alone at home, sitting on her couch and watching Die Hard simply because it happened to be airing on the first channel she landed on. A sudden thought crosses her mind — an image of Cassian’s horrified-fond expression as she’d insisted that Die Hard was her favourite Christmas movie of all time — and all of a sudden, her entire spine goes rigid, her eyes rounding in their sockets.

Holy shit, her brain whisper-shouts, the inaudible sound bouncing off the walls of her head. You’re in love with Cassian.

She sits motionless for the rest of the movie, unable to see or hear anything Bruce Willis says or does onscreen.




Contrary to popular belief, it’s not that Jyn doesn’t have feelings.

It’s just that — well, they’re so inconvenient.

What have feelings ever done for anyone, anyway? What practical use have they ever amounted to? All they’re known to do is cause awkwardness and pain and misunderstandings. Usually all three, come to think of it.

No, it’s just easier all round to ignore them.

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anonymous asked:

I saw a post like this before but can't find it anymore but how about jealous adopted brother Damian of his sister and Jaime getting ahem a little too close on a mission, or maybe him walking in on them kissing, he just wants to spend time with his big sis but is to proud to admit it 😂

a/n: Yeah so this was written then deleted lmao then rewritten so here you go

original request: Oh!! I’m you can change it from actual/full sister to either half sister or adopted sister. Like she was already Bruce’s kid and the two grew close and act like they real siblings and all. If you still can’t do it then that okay!

black-dceu-imagines answered:

Oh oh can you guys do something with Jaime where the reader is Damian’s older sister and she’s very sweet and stuff and she likes Jaime a lot (he likes her back too) but Damian doesn’t want them to date because he’s scared that she’ll not love him as much anymore? I’m sorry if this is a bit OOC. And you guys can take your time, but please tag me in it if you can? Thanks!!!

a/n: I’m gonna write this kinda in the context of Teen Titans vs Justice League

a/n x2: I’m also so sorry this took so long holy shit also since we don’t have any sense of what Jaime would be like in a relationship I took some creative freedom with this. I feel like he’s someone that once the relationship has 

You sat at the kitchen table in the Titan’s tower as you waited for Damian to be done training, you knew he would be a while so you were just going to chill and watch tv until he was finished. 

“What are you doing here, beautiful?”

 You turned around to see Jaime coming down from the stairs in just a tank top and sweats, it looked like he just finished showering by his slightly wet hair. You could feel the blush coming on from just being around him, especially with him not in his usual Blue Beetle suit. You’d been harboring a crush on him for a while but you were too shy to say anything about it, until he asked you out himself a month ago. He was so relieved to find out you felt the same but didn’t understand why you didn’t say anything earlier, in his eyes you were the most beautiful girl ever. You didn’t know what to say, he was a titan and even though you and Damian were just as much kids of Bruce he was his biological son and embraced the vigilante lifestyle way more than you did. 

“Hey, Jaime, I’m just waiting on my brother, how’s it going?” he shrugged and kissed your cheek as he passed you and headed to the fridge “eh, I was okay but I’m feeling a little better now that you’re here” You felt your skin get even hotter if possible and you tried to hide your face even if he couldn’t really see your blush because of you’re brown skin. You were lucky he was rummaging through the fridge and didn’t catch you being bashful, you wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did. 

He came to sit next to you with a bowl of strawberries, putting an arm around your waist.

“Want one?” he held a strawberry out to you and went to take it from him but he moved it back. “No babe I wanna feed you” you rolled your eyes even though a smile made it’s way to your face. “You’re such a romantic, Jaime Reyes” he kissed the spot under your jaw “you know it”. You let him feed you a strawberry then you fed him one but he decided to tease you.

“You know, I’m pretty sure there’s something sweeter I can have a taste of” You wanted to make another comment about how corny he was but his lips were on yours and you were soon lost in the feeling.

His hand was on your waist and the other was on your neck, guiding you into a deeper kiss. Your hands were around his neck, your fingers twirling the hairs on the nape of his neck. You two were so lost in each other you didn’t hear Damian coming down from the steps into the kitchen. 

“[Y/n]” you pulled back from Jaime so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. There he was, Damian, your little angry brother. He was real sweet once you got to know him, in his own adorable way. You went over to hug him, even spinning him around a little bit. “Jeez, you’re get to big for me to keep doing that huh? Better slow down before you look like dad” you joked but received no kind of response. You looked at Damian’s face again to see him staring at Jaime, with that kind of expression he only had when he was about to to something brash. You put an arm on him “alright let’s head home, Alfred’s waiting” You took about three steps before you heard Jaime call out to you. “Wait! [y/n] I forgot to ask, are you busy on Friday, I was thinking we could go to that new place that opened up downtown?” “Yea sure, I’m f-”

“She’s busy, too busy for you Reyes” Damian cut in and gave him a look, he purposely avoided your gaze. You shook your head “No I’m not, I’ll see you at school Jaime”

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After dinner you and Damian decided to play with Titus, you were playing fetch and decided now might be the best time to talk to him. “Why don’t you want me to go out with Jaime? He’s a good person, he’s on your team and well I like him” Damian stood up “Well I don’t like him he’s no good, especially not for you. You’re too good for him” You stood up too “Damian, I love you but I can decide who’s good enough” He started walking away and you followed.

“Damian-”
“You don’t get it! If you’re spending all your time with him than what about me? I’m your brother, what if you don’t even love me anymore” he trailed off at the end. You saw the look on his face and hugged him “Dami, don’t ever think like that, I‘m your sister and I’ll always be your sister. Family is a strong bond, I can’t replace you and we’ll be close no matter what. No one can get in the way of that”.

He sighed, only sort of hugging you back but not trying to pull away from your arms either. “Just don’t let his stupid rub off on you” you chuckled, “Jaime is smarter than you think, little brother” he scoffed “You’re blinded by love”.

hunters-hiraeth  asked:

Could you, only if you find the time, write what YOU think would happen if Paul and Daryl came out as a couple to Michonne and Rick?

Rick Grimes was very good at reading Daryl Dixon.

Honestly, Rick was pretty good at reading most people. That was one of the reasons why he was so good at being a cop. He saw things in people that others didn’t, whether they were good or bad qualities, Rick found them out. 

Rick however, had the easiest time reading Daryl. The man was a mystery to most people, but as they got to know him, his friends and family began to understand his habits. With Daryl, silence was always more telling than speaking. Carol knew Daryl probably best, second to Rick. 

Or maybe third best, seeing as now, Paul Jesus Rovia was involved. 

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Hushed Whispers - Cole Fluff

Request: Your writing is amazing!! Could you please write an imagine with Cole where he and y/n are secretly dating and sneaking around, and then Dylan finds out and spills it. lots of cuteness please :)

Warnings: Mild language

Notes: Sorry this took so long!

Tag List: @xbobaaa @superoriginalteenwolf @jbrhs-princess   @kindfloweroflove


*YOUR P.O.V*

“Shh, Cole. We have to be quiet”, I giggle behind the curtain, which separated the set and the changing room area. Cole pecks my lips and whispers funny jokes into my ears, causing me to laugh a little too loud. He slapped his hand over my mouth; hushing me, but soon removed his hand and replaced it with his lips, as they smashed against mine. 

“Holy shit. Are you guys together?”, we heard a male voice behind us. Cole and I instantly broke away and turned to look at who it was. 

“Dylan, please don’t tell the others”. Cole’s voice sounded like a desperate plea. 

“Tell us what?”, Casey questions, coming up behind Dylan. 

“They’re together”, Dylan spills out, turning his attention to Casey. 

“Shit, really?”, Casey gasps. I rested my head in my hands and sighed. Cole seamed to have noticed as he put his arm around me and gave me a side hug. 

“Yes, we are in fact”

“Cole!”, I exclaim in a hushed whisper. 

“Well, people are going to find out one way or another”, he smiles down at me and pecks me on the lips.