all black eyes

Okay but imagine this

Imagine if Chuuya and Dazai cared for/mentored a child together

Chuuya would teach the child how to fight, use their ability (if they have one) and to have decent manners

Dazai would load them up on battle strategy like Mori did for him and teach them the art of persuasiveness and manipulation

Considering the Soukoku duo basically covers each other’s weaknesses,

if they were to project their strengths onto one person,

that person would be nigh unstoppable.

of course that child would have to have the mental capacity and the intelligence to be able to use those skills effectively but that’s another story

Shape Of You Outtake - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Four months after your confrontation in the club, you and Jack have a flair up in a similar circumstance.

Word Count: 878

Author’s Note: 600 readers!!!! that is insane! I am so grateful for each and every one of you that I decided to give you all a little treat :) This is basically just a little thing that I wrote about a moment in a relationship.

Originally posted by fucxingcal-pal

“Are you insane?!”

You stormed into your apartment with Jack hot on your heels, one hand unbuttoning your coat while the other ripped it off your shoulders. You were livid. You were not a damsel in distress, and yet, you now had a boyfriend with a black eye all because he had taken it upon himself to ‘defend your honour’ against a guy who had made some lewd comment about your ass tonight. Never mind the fact that he was twice the size of Jack.

“You are such a fucking idiot!” you screeched as you whirled around, throwing your hands in the air at the sight of Jack leaning against the kitchen counter with a bag of frozen peas held against his face. “Why on earth would you even think that was a good idea?!” you exclaimed in exasperation, your hands falling to rest on your hips as you glaring at your scowling boyfriend.

“You were the one who just let him say all those things! You’re the one who went into a state of shock and couldn’t move! I couldn’t just fucking sit there and do nothing!” he shot back at you as he dropped the bag of peas on the bench. “I know that you think you can just ignore things but you can’t! he wasn’t going to get the picture unless it came at the end of someone’s fist,” he grumbled to you as he rounded the kitchen island, yanking off his flannel shirt and tossing it over the back of the couch as he left you in the kitchen.

“You cannot possibly know that, Jackson!” you countered back at him, following after him as he made his way to the ensuite bathroom in your shared bedroom. “If I didn’t give him any attention, he probably would have gotten bored and fucked off!” you exclaimed as you sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching down to unclip your heels from around your ankles.

“Maybe,” your boyfriend’s voice piped up from the doorway, you looked up and saw him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest tightly. You felt your mouth go dry at the sight of him standing shirtless before you, his folded arms making his biceps bulge and you had to remind yourself to focus again.

“Maybe what? Maybe i’m right or maybe you shouldn’t have punched him?” you asked him, feeling the fight drain out of you with each passing second. “You could have gotten seriously hurt, Jack, do you understand that? This isn’t a joke. Guys get fatally injured from bar fights all the time, what if you had been hit in the temple or something?” You questioned him softly, looking down at your hands as the idea of a world without Jack entered your mind.

“Maybe you’re right and he would have backed off, but maybe he wouldn’t have,” he started, his tense body relaxing somewhat when your raised your head to look at him. “He wasn’t taking any of the hints that you were giving, Y/N, and the chances are that he wouldn’t have taken you ignoring him as a hint either. Do you know what I saw when I looked over there tonight?” he asked, walking towards you. You shook your head in response.

“I saw my girlfriend being harassed by a bloke who was three times the size of her, I saw someone putting their hands on you and making you uncomfortable,” he told you, dropping down to crouch in front of you and holding your hands in his, brushing his thumb over the back of your hand comfortingly.

“Now I can apologise for being impulsive and brash and taking matters into my own hands, and I can apologise for scaring you like that, but if you want me to apologise for taking action tonight then I can’t. Because someone who stands by while the rest of the world hurts you is a guy who i’ll never be and I won’t pretend that I can, I will always step in and I will always protect you,” he whispered to you, lifting your hands up and pressing a kiss to them both.

Letting out a soft sigh, you shake your head slightly, the hint of an amused smile on your lips, “You’re too smooth for your own good, you know that, right?” you laughed softly. Lifting your head completely, you gave him a small smile to reassure him that the fight was over.

“We were having this deep romantic moment, and that’s all you can say?” he laughed heartily, his blue eyes glittering up at you.

“Oh shut up,” you giggled, wrapping your pointer finger around the gold chain on his neck and using it to pull him towards you, sealing your lips together in a kiss.  Jack hummed against your lips, using his hands on the bed to balance himself as you deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours smoothly.

Pulling back momentarily, you blinked up at him, “Thank you for looking out for me, always,” you mumble shyly, your eyes flickering between his eyes and his mouth again.

He smiled at you gently, extending his body up and pressing his lips against your forehead in a whisper of a kiss.


anonymous asked:

Do you think there has ever been a time where the suitors has done something really stupid and ended up genuinely hurting themselves? ( Like idk jumping on rooftops in the rain then slipping off and breaking an ankle or something?)

Omg this is great anon! This def has Sid and Nico written all over it.

Sid - Was probably was running his mouth about something (as usual), ya know, he’s tall and fit so he’s pretty intimidating. He probably got drunk and got in a fight. Black eyes all around, probably had a bottle broken over his head, and maybe a cracked rib.

Nico - his famous last words are “watch this.” His latest escapade was getting some wooden skis and attempting to skijore with one of the carriage horses. He would have been fine and all but the ramp he made, ended with a broken femur (ooooouch).

Leo - besides multiple paper cuts from furious page turning, he wanted to be romantic and scale the vines to his lady’s bedroom for a late night visit; only bone(ing) it ended with was a broken radius (I suck at puns).

Alyn - was showing off his “cool swordsmanship skills” when he swung too hard, lost his grip (fortunately it was a bokken) and knocked himself tf out- he’s fine, but had a big ol’ bump on his head for a bit (and hurt ego).

Robert - was speed painting while listening to Sebastian Bach on the phonograph, whipping that paint brush and palette around, turned and ran smack into a sculpture - black eye (no one knew tho because he painted the other and just said it was his aesthetic for the week).

Giles - how else would Giles hurt himself besides sex? Pulled a hamstring. That’s when he was young and impulsive tho. He’s sure to stretch now before any sexy time- also does yoga regularly.

Byron - climbing on the roof of the castle once, he thought he could get a better 360 degree view with his new telescope, he slipped and went tumbling into the garden bushes- broken clavicle.

Albert -overly aggressive arm wrestling with Nico; torn rotator cuff. That’s what happens when you arm wrestle with a spider monkey, lololol.

Rayvis -he’s not a show off, but he is competitive and he couldn’t turn down a challenge- badminton is not typically dangerous, but he was really gunning for that shuttlecock, that’s how he ended up with a dislocated patella.

Louis - when some new Duke was dancing with the Princess, he got jelly and decided to up his game- when he got the Princess back in his arms they were spinning so fast she tripped on him and he tried to catch them both before falling- he saved her but sprained his ankle.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.