and he's captain of the boxing team

list of new hockey rules i'd put in place if i ran the nhl

•everyone who goes to the penalty box has to wear a dunce cap for the duration of the penalty

•if the goalie gets the puck in his glove, he should be allowed to try to carry it down to the other end of the rink and throw it into the other goal

•if you pull the goalie your 6th man has to be the mascot

•if 2 players hold hands while one commits a penalty, the other is allowed to go to the box (and wear the dunce cap) for him

•instead of shootouts, there’s a sudden death figure skating competition between the two teams’ captains. if the captain is injured or sick, then this task may be delegated to one of his As

•consistent goalie interference rules lol

•if wayne gretzky attends a game, he is allowed to dress in a plain black jersey and come on the ice. he’s not playing for either team, he’s just there to shake things up

•intermissions will be filled by a pet show of the players’ dogs




He was a professor, and you were his favourite.

During your first year of university you found Mr Kim to be quite the English teacher, you always anticipated his class every Thursday and Friday afternoon and it seemed your hard work didn’t go unnoticed either. Late night extra credit classes soon became a place for your deepest and dirtiest desires.

warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, rough sex, squirting, strong language 

Originally posted by just-namjooned

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Imagine Steve lying about how young he was to get into the war, and after everything, the team comes to realize that Steve’s barely/not even 25 and has seen more than most ever have and will and try to help

The Smithsonian takes down the ‘Captain America’ exhibit when Steve becomes a criminal.

It’s almost a relief for him, which is surprising. It’s something else to see his entire history packed up into cardboard boxes and mailed back to the former Avengers Tower, and then delivered via a very nervous-looking UPS driver with a ‘forwarding address’ sticker slapped on the top.

“It’s no worry,” Steve tells him, scribbling his signature on the electronic keypad the kid has. “This place isn’t exactly as…. advertised as the last one.”

Sam helps him go through the boxes.

The stuff from his childhood makes him laugh and smile, pulling the occasional ‘old man’ story out of him. Sam listens to every single one and Steve manages, somehow, not to feel like a grandpa telling his grandson about ‘the good old days’. The stuff that has Peggy makes him quiet. Sam doesn’t ask and Steve doesn’t tell. It makes him realize with a sharp pang in his chest that she’s really gone.

The stuff with Bucky draws the man himself into Steve’s bedroom. Bucky sits cross-legged on Steve’s floor next to Sam and laughs about his old haircut, which makes Sam tease him about his ‘sad grunge 90s hair that went out of style twenty years ago’, which makes Bucky tease Sam back about being a bird (since that’s the only insult Bucky seems to have). Together they make Steve laugh again, and it makes the years where he woke up with Bucky’s ghost in his mind and his name on his lips again and again seem just that much further away.

The stuff that Sam labels ‘Captain America 101’ ends up having everyone squeezed into Steve’s bedroom all at once, clamoring over each other to find a seat.

“You what?” Tony asks, bewildered.

“I’m not sure why this is a shock,” Sam says, laughing. He knew, because of course he did, figuring it out before Steve offered the information.

“I-I just, you know, he’s a good old boy.”

“I really think your definition of ‘good old boy’ needs to include the thousands of laws we broke every single day,” Bucky says, laughing. “Steve, were you even 18 when you got the serum?”

Steve thinks. “Hmm, maybe six months shy of it or so. I joined the Army when I was 16. That’s part of why it kept taking me so long to get in. Not only was I ninety pounds soaking wet, but I couldn’t provide the right documents to show I was legal… since, you know, I wasn’t.”

Natasha has a grin on her face that lets Steve know she probably uncovered this information years ago. Tony’s flapping his jaws, shocked. He says, “I can’t believe my dad made all that fuss over a teenager.”

Steve smiles. “In his defense, I was a pretty cool teenager. I even had super strength. Not even Wanda has that.”

“Steve, I will throw you across the room without lifting a finger,” Wanda teases.

“So how old are you now?”

Steve pauses to do the math inside his head. “Not counting the ice? Twenty-five. Just turned it this past July.”

Tony’s face sombers out. “You’re just a kid.”

“Sonny,” Steve says, teasing, breaking the ice a little because he knows he’s just a kid. But after everything he’s been through he feels old in a way that has nothing to do with his actual age, with the ice or without. “Way before your time, I punched a guy that had a completely red face.”

“Oh here we go,” Sam groans.

“He asked me, ‘what makes you special?’ Do you know what I told him? Nothing made me special. I was just a kid from Brooklyn. The same applies now.”

Tony blinks at him. “You’re insufferable.”

“I know.”

Harry has a lot of pictures he’d like to have on the walls of his home, but since Fleur had painted the walls of the London flat Harry and Ron were now sharing, she had expressly forbidden Harry to put anything on them that eesn’t een a proper frame!

He ends up buying a lot of frames. The little living room with the weird restored-Grimmauld Place furniture gets nearly covered in photographs, moving and still. 

There are a few of Colin’s photos from the war: one of Ginny, sitting solemnly on a pile of rubble on the stairs up to the Gryffindor Common Room, looking bitter and and alone and strong and alive; one of the original Dumbledore’s Army, taken after the meeting when most of the students had produced their first corporeal Patronuses, and one Colin had captured of Harry, Ron and Hermione following Neville out of the portrait hole and into the Room of Requirement, the room shimmering with applause. Neville had given him copies of Colin’s whole collection, but most of them make him too sad. He keeps them in a box, though, and looks at them in the right mood. The best in the collection, displayed in a place of honor above an ugly Gryffindor lamp from Bill, shows Fred and George soaring out of Hogwarts on broomsticks, fireworks in their wake. 

Some official Hogwarts photographs join these on the walls - Ron’s first year on the Quiddich team, looking uncomfortable in his Keeper kit but making intense eye contact with the photographer, Harry as Captain with his exalted team after their first win, one of Hagrid going about his official duties with Fang on his heels that captures the very essence of everything Harry had loved about his first real home. Official, too, is a photo with the four boys Harry had shared a dormitory with - the five of them lined up by height against the Common Room staircase and smiling. 

The pictures of his parents and Sirius and Lupin that he’d received from Hagrid so many years ago find a home on the walls, along with one of Harry as a baby in Godric’s Hollow, a parent lying on either side of him, all three of them asleep in the grass and breathing in time. The one of the Marauders with their arms around each other, seemingly unaware of the passage of time, is one he often points out to Teddy when the baby visits. Speaking of Teddy - the newest photos are loads of pictures of him - in every Metaphoragus form imaginable. 

In contrast, there’s an unmoving picture of Hermione at five years old, blowing out birthday candles. Ron had found it in an old book and stuck it up next to the doorframe with a dopey smile on his face. Another still one snapped by Hermione with a polaroid camera swiped from Lavender Brown shows Dobby in the Hogwarts kitchens with at least fifteen knitted hats on his head. 

One of Harry’s favorite pictures is of Sirius laughing at Grimmauld Place, his arm around Harry, laughing too. Tonks had taken it, he remembers, and he rather likes it, even though it makes him feel sick with what might have been, some days. It’s one of the loose ones, in a frame next to a shot of Ron and Ginny and Fred and George before Bill’s wedding, all in dress robes except for Ginny in her bridesmaid’s dress; and a chocolate frog card with a charm on it to make Dumbledore stay in the frame, twinkling.

Various newspaper clippings from the years are pasted into the black frames less neatly - the Weasleys as a whole group, waving, from their trip to Egypt before third year, Harry and the other Champions and their dates to the Yule Ball - Cedric and Cho beaming like nothing’s going to happen to them, Moody’s obituary - the last honest thing the Prophet had printed for a whole year. 

Over the fireplace hangs a large, weird, abstract painted for them by Luna Lovegood. Harry doesn’t understand what the yellows and oranges in are supposed to mean, but she comes around often enough that he leaves it up just in case. 

He has the faces of everyone he loves so close to him - and that, more than the quiet - makes it feel like home. 

Haikyuu Hogwarts AU

Here are a bunch of headcannon. Wrote last night for this AU.

- pureblood Gryffindor Bokuto being a part of a mostly Ravenclaw family, who doesn’t understand what why he ended up being so different from them.

- Muggleborn Akaashi who is surprised when this really attractive pureblood starts following him around.

- Slytherin Kenma who is sometimes treated badly by purebloods because he’s halfblooded, yet constantly being stood up for by his childhood friend Kuroo, who is pureblood and is very against the mistreatment of minorities in the magic community.

- half-blood Yamaguchi who was thought to be a Squib in his early childhood, and was often made fun of. It turned out it was just a late bloomer; one day, when he was ten, he sneezed and random objects around him exploded.

- Slytherin pureblood Oikawa, who’s best class is astrology. He likes to sneak up to the astrology tower at night, where he often runs into a certain half-blood with freckles.

- Pureblood Slytherin Kuroo, who is seen as this big scary guy. But really, he’s a sweetheart. If anybody is having trouble with social issues, or is having issues in a class and doesn’t have the confidence to ask a teacher (there are some pretty intimidating Hogwarts teachers) than you can go to him, and he’ll be perfectly happy to help or give advise.

- Gryffindor head boy Daichi, who is very protective of everybody in his house. Do not mess with them or risk being hexed.

- Hufflepuff half blood Suga, who was surprised to become headboy. But he embraces it, and does his best to take care of house.

- Gryffindor Ushijima, who is a formidable beater on the Gryffindor quidditch team.

- Slytherin pureblood Tendou, who’s best class is defense against the dark arts. He intends to one day become an auror.

- Gryffindor Hinata who is loved by everybody in his house due to his innocence and endearing personality, though people from other houses don’t like him.

- muggleborn Kageyama, who knew nothing about Hogwarts before he arrived, but expected to be put in Slytherin. He was shocked when he became a Gryffindor, but ended up getting along with everybody after the initial introductions.

- Hufflepuff Lev who looks up to Slytherin Kuroo and Ravenclaw Yaku, because of their skill on the quidditch pitch.

- Hinata who’s best class is charms. He’s not very good at his other classes, but somehow he manages to get near top marks every year.

- Asahi, the anxious muggleborn Hufflepuff, who is constantly worried that people don’t like him. He’s often followed around by a halfblood Gryffindor Noya, who insists that his vast knowledge of herbology is Amazing.

- Asahi eventually becoming confident in himself as a Wizard, and working towards a job in magical medicine, since he knows that there are many plants that can be used for medicinal purposes, and more hat haven’t been discovered.

- Nishinoya who is Gryffindors seeker, who’s “rolling thunder” move is loved by everybody in the house.

- Ennoshita being Gryffindors quidditch captain. He plays keeper, and is loved by his team.


I’ll be posting more of these in the future. And don’t forget that I’m still taking requests in my ask box!

(Part two and three have been posted)

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Middle School:

-Richie gets a fidget spinner unironically because he actually needs one

-He eventually gets a lot and one day the Losers come over to Richie’s house and he has nine all over his body spinning at various speeds

-Mike is strong af because his backpack broke halfway through the year so he started carrying all his stuff

-Bill is the first one to get to the table at lunch

-Bill’s that kid that wears a hat 24/7

-Eddie and Ben are drama kids (the Losers come to all their shows)

-Stan does a lot of stuff that’s against the rules but never gets in trouble

-Whereas Richie gets detentions for breathing

-Stan once sat on top of a school building for “a better look at the birds”

-Mike is best friends with the librarians since he spends most of his time there

-No one understands why Bev is friends with any of these dorks

-She’s an Art Student™

High School:

-Mike is captain of the football team

-He isn’t any less of a history nerd though

-Richie plays drums in his own band

-Bill and Stan are the best baseball players the school has ever seen

-Ben and Eddie get super into short films and make a couple starring the Losers

-Beverly has an Instagram where she sells clothes and she makes lots of money off of it

-Richie works at Jack In The Box and always smells like fries

-Once a month the Losers have “Ultimate Sleepover” where they have a three night sleepover (Friday/Saturday/Sunday) and watch stupid movies while talking about life

-Richie’s lunches come from Eddie every day

-They all decorate their graduation caps so that when they put them together it spells “Welcome to the Losers Club”

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Hiya! Love love love the fics you write! It brings a smile to my face seeing the stories you put out :) If by chance you're still taking prompts, could you do one where Bets and Juggy don't really know each other but Jughead gets a job as the pizza delivery guy and Betty (who has a little crush) ends up ordering pizzas frequently just so she could see him

Thanks! And aww this is cute!
Throwing her head on top of her text book, Betty sighed frustrated. What was she doing wrong? It was calculus, her favorite subject, so why was her brain just a pile of mush tonight?

Her parents were away for three weeks, some journalism conference her mother had dragged her father on. The absence of the constant hovering helped her to relax and she took a deep breathe. She was tired, juggling midterms, extra curriculars, and her part time job at the Riverdale bakery, was really taking its toll and she definitely wasn’t getting enough sleep.

Suddenly the sound of her doorbell ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. Dinner. She grabbed the money off her desk and practically ran to retrieve her pizza. Tripping on a sneaker by the door, she stumbled out bumping right into the boy holding the paper box.
“I am so sorry! I just tripped…” trailing off, her eyes widened when she saw the familiar looking boy at her front door.

Jughead jones, mysteriously dark and handsome as ever. She noticed him nearly everyday, he never payed her any attention, but he never really payed anyone any attention. Ronnie always teased her about the way she stared at him in the halls. He was ridiculously handsome, but he hid it behind crown shaped beanies and headphones. She knew for a fact she wasn’t his type, but that didn’t stop her from admiring him.

“It’s okay, gotta watch out for rogue sneakers.” He was smirking shyly, as he held out the pizza for her. She smiled back apologetically handing him the twenty dollar bill.
“It’s Jughead right? We go to school together! I’m Betty. Betty..”
“Betty Cooper” he cut her off “I know who you are” he said quickly, looking away from her face.

She blushed prettily “oh! Well it’s nice to finally meet you, face to face.”
He nodded, shooting her a genuine smile
“It’s nice to meet you too Betty cooper.”

She giggled “well I better get back inside. This calculus homework is kicking my butt.” She groaned

“It’s Friday?” Jughead said raising an eyebrow and smiling.

“Hey, midterms wait for no one mister!” She scolded gently.

He laughed, stepping off of her porch
“I’ll let you get to it then, have a good night ms.cooper” he tapped his nose, walking back to his delivery van.

“Night juggie!” He turned around at the nickname, raising a brow and smiling curiously.

“What?” Betty giggled “I like it. It’s cute.”

Rolling his eyes he turned away
“Whatever you say… bets.”

She laughed, as she walked back inside. Leaning up against the closed door, she couldn’t help the squeal that came from her lips. She totally had to text Veronica.

Saturday night was spent alone again, leaning over a text book trying desperately to memorize the formulas. It was impossible. This whole damn class was impossible.

The doorbell rang, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Pizza. Jughead? She reallly hoped so. Adjusting the light yellow tank top, she ran her hands over her bare legs, exposed in her barely there sleep shorts. Alright Betty cooper, here we go.

Opening the door, she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face when she saw it was him. As soon as he saw her smile, he matched it with his own.

“Two times in two days, to what do I owe the honor?”
She giggled “you owe it to my very hungry stomach.” She reached for the pizza.

“What’s got you all on your own on a Saturday night, figured a girl like you would have plans.”
He asked nonchalantly, weighing the box in his hands.
She raised a brow “a girl like me?”

“Popular, cheerleader, captain of the Riverdale track team?” He shrugged

She laughed “I haven’t gone out on a Saturday since I was thirteen. As you’ve mentioned, I’m a bit busy most of the time. Anyway I’ve gotta master this stupid calculus packet, or I won’t be going anywhere for a very long time.” She sighed, leaning against the door frame.

Suddenly his fingers were reaching for her and she stifled a gasp as he plucked the pencil from out of her hair.

“The packet mr.seas gave us? I just finished that this morning. I could help you if you’d like.” He stuck the pencil in his mouth and stared her in the eyes.

She felt her eyes being pulled down to his mouth, gently chewing on the pencil. She snapped back to reality.

“Really? That would be so great! But don’t you have to finish your shift?” She asked concerned, no way was he getting in trouble over her.

He smiled “you’re my last stop of the day. I’ve just gotta drop off the van, I can be back here in half an hour.”

She was practically a bundle of excited nerves now
“Yes! I mean totally, that would be awesome.”

He laughed

“Alright, it’s a date”

They both stared at each other wide eyed, realizing what he had just said, when she saw his mouth move to take it back, she cut In

“It’s a date.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk away

“See ya soon sunshine.”

Haikyuu!! Chapter 266: Cats vs Monkeys

It takes me a while to understand the title until I remember the team Nekoma is facing is Sarukawa, Saru as in Monkey. OMG. How many animal-named teams we’ll encounter in the Nationals? Though admittedly it’s a good cheat, Furudate-sensei will have endless inspiration to take in giving names to the teams.

That said, it’s such a dream come true. I still can’t believe that we’re having more Nekoma-centric chapters. Poor @multifandomsfujoshi bears the brunt of my enthusiasm when I realize the absolute gem this chapter is. We’re yelling quite a lot too XDD.

In this chapter we’ve got more insight into Kenma’s mind and particularly Kenma’s first year. Yes, you read that right, we’re seeing young Nekoma’s second year trio!


Kenma has found his own way to deal with troublesome things (read: physical activity)

Fukunaga speaks!!!… In puns??!!!! And laughs at his own jokes?? That’s… adorable???

Yamamoto is very much like Tanaka. No wonder they get along so well. He doesn’t know how to hold back, either. He also has good self-awareness to know what he does wrong.

Surprisingly, or not, Yamamoto and Kenma get along like cats and dogs, well, I don’t think that’s the best description. They’re just like cats that don’t get along.

That it takes water to stop them from fighting. Seriously, water.

That’s exactly what I do to fighting cats in my neighborhood in order to get them to stop and scramble. It’s the only way I (and Gretta) know, and it makes us laugh out loud at the solution Fukunaga comes up with.

It also kinda surprises me how loud and forceful Kenma can be when he’s annoyed as hell. It looks like a rare occurrence, and whether it’s coincidence or not, Kuroo is likely to be the last person Kenma raised his voice at. 

(Kuroo’s face though)

Pfft. It looks like Fukunaga has resorted to having buckets of water around in the case of Kenma and Yamamoto arguing. Honestly, I didn’t expect to find the two second years to be such troublemakers. They’re like Nekoma’s Kageyama and Hinata.

Back to the match!

I must admit I was getting worried. I have no idea what Nekoma’s going to do when they’re obviously targeting Kenma.

When you see Nekomata smile like that you know sh*t’s going down.

OMG. O. M. G.

Kuroo’s just…. Kuroo’s just jumped to cut off the ball’s trajectory?

That’s just… that’s just. WOW.

(lemme just pick my jaw up from the floor)

It’s the second time when Nekoma and their characteristic are mentioned, it is Kuroo who’s shown, not Kenma. Remember this iconic panel?

I think… despite being the brain, Kenma is not the embodiment of Nekoma’s flexibility.

It is Kuroo.

Of all Nekoma players, Kuroo is the most versatile player. He can do both offense and defense. He’s a force to reckon with whether he’s at the front or at the back. In this match, he’s the first to adapt to the situation, showing the rest of the team how to.

This is the kind of captain Kuroo is, he’s the captain who leads by example, by becoming the embodiment of Nekoma. He’s aware of Kenma’s weakness, and instead of forcing him to change, he’s the one who changes to adjust and support the brain of Nekoma.

Honestly, this chapter is such an eye-opener to see what kind of captain Kuroo actually is and why he is the captain.

Yaku is really like Suga, who’s not above stirring up problem himself and finding entertainment in his kouhai’s shenanigans. Kai is similar to Asahi that he’s not a forceful personality, which leaves Kuroo to maintain order in the team. It takes Kuroo leaving for few minutes for the first years get in trouble. It reminds me of that meme where the guy carrying box of pizza only to find the room burning. It looks like Kuroo suffers as much as Daichi.

No wonder why Kuroo’s the obvious choice for captain.

  1. He has the respect of his kouhais even when he’s only second year himself and not the captain yet (and somehow Yamamoto knows how close Kenma is to Kuroo)
  2. Kenma listens to him, which leads to his attempt to talk to Yamamoto, however badly it turns out. 
  3. He can be damn scary and observant. Look at the face he’s making as he yells at Kenma, and how the hell he notice that Kenma’s slacking off? No wonder Tsukishima develops so quickly under his tutelage, Kuroo is a good teacher. He’s not laid back at all.
  4. He is in the same wavelength with Nekomata. I don’t think it’s just Nekomata’s thoughts when it happens to show Kuroo’s back.

Things are getting interesting. Looking forward to see what Nekoma comes up with.


Nekoma’s first years getting along (and Lev learning so seriously and earnestly)

anonymous asked:

Is it true that super Craig and wonder tweek are on a break because of the freedom pals vs coon and friends thing?

Super Craig: When Wonder Tweek stops being Captain Butthurt things’ll be fine. You can’t walk out on someone and still expect to get your way. Oh hey, he forgot his coffee over here. He’ll be back.

Wonder Tweek: Super Craig is a no good traitor. We’re supposed to be a team and he didn’t even stand up for me, what the hell?! Wait, why? Did he say something? Did he ask about me? Fuck where’s my coffee…

sidney crosby // name on your back

a/n: double upload in honor of game 2 of the stanley cup finals tonight! let’s go pens!!

warnings: none

who: sidney x reader

premise: you usually wear your twin’s jersey, but your boyfriend, Sidney, has something to say about it…


Your family had always been a hockey family. Growing up, while everyone else was always preparing for the super bowl or playing baseball in the park, you and your three brothers were hitting pucks into soccer goals and racing everyone on the ice as soon as the pond froze over. Your father had played in in college and your mother had fallen in love with the sport as soon as she fell in love with dad.

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Solangelo meet-cute where they're both competing on Master Chef and end up in the finale against each other.

a reminder here that i have never seen masterchef and that all information was gathered from wikipedia you’re at wikis mercy tonight

  • before we begin: nico acts like colette from ratatouille and will acts like alfredo linguini except he can actually cook without the help of a rat
    • so what i mean by that is nico is very independent and he is not there to make friends. he is incredibly competitive and basically as soon as the first challenge starts nico is like “that one right there is my rival we’re going to the finale together” and guess what its will
    • will is super happy and friendly with everyone, hes very good at just like throwing things together and knowing what will taste good together, whereas nico has memorized every recipe ever and can pair different foods together well but cant really create crazy new recipes altogether
  • nico ends up winning the first mystery box challenge, and will ends up being one of the two winners of the elimination test - nico gets chosen for the opposite team. For the entire competition, the two are always on opposite teams and theyre both frequently the team captains, but never at the same time
  • Nico’s team usually ends up winning the team challenge ((bc nico makes sure of it ok)) and his eyes are always glued to will during the pressure test, partially making sure that he doesnt end up getting kicked out - theyre going to the finale together remember nico already decided it - and partially trying to learn from him bc they have very different styles
    • Both viewers of the show and other contestants all hardcore ship these two ok like will is always super flirty and sweet around nico and nico gets very obviously flustered by it but theyre like magnets that are always drawn together ok
  • Sometime around the middle of the competition will starts talking to nico outside of the kitchen like they lowkey start dating between challenges and the only indication is that instead of nico talking to nobody except the judges he will also say like one word an episode to will
    • During the next team challenge after that nico actually picks will for his team for the first time and they fricken DESTROY the other team
  • so ofc eventually they do get to the finale and nico was right they do both make it to the end and theyre basically like “whoever wins is the better chef but that doesnt mean the other isnt also amazing and this wont change the relationship at all bc we still like each other a lot ok good luck”
    • so during judging they literally stand there holding hands bc theyre both terrified and when will wins he literally picks nico up and swings him around in a hug and nicos so happy for him he doesnt even care how embarrassing will is being on national tv

i hope this is accurate in any way at all!!! thank u for the suggestion!!!

The Royals - PJH [ code: 2 ]

who?: Wanna One’s Park Jihoon
genre: 🌸🌺
type: bullet point
TW: absent father, blood, physical violence, knives

part one / two [ bc it got super long ]

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• mafia AU
• you never knew such dark secrets lurked in your neighbourhood

I love mafia AU okay, no lie. Thank you for requesting this anon! First mood board and probably the last since I’m really bad at those but I wanted to try somthing new for once. 

- Admin L 

• welcome to The Royals, let me introduce them to you
• an organised crime group, mainly running the streets of Seoul but they dabble in Busan and other international activities
• The Royals believe each and every one of them deserves to be noble, to be upperclassmen, to be one
code name: 101
• that’s also the name of the ‘company’ they run by day
• a bodyguard for hire type of company, but I guess they’re good at it because Miss Thailand, Lalisa Manoban and Miss Korea, Jennie Kim endorse them for many occasions
• this entire thing was set up by a team headed by BoA, but they have now gone undercover
• The Royals are headed by Kang Daniel and Jeon Somi, elite chosen ones, the first faces of the clan
• they have their right-hand man/woman, Park Jihoon and Kim Sejeong
• little is known about The Royals and you never want to mess with them
• they’ll have your blood for sure
• most of them are regular high school students, only changing faces when the time comes
• Park Jihoon attended the same school as you
• no one would have ever suspected him man
• so innocent
• so cute
• full of charms
‘nae maeum soge, jeojang!’
• a hard-working student, on the dean’s list and even the captain of the boxing team
• ah boxing team
• everyone loves Park Jihoon to death
• who wouldn’t? he’s super sweet, will help you with your homework
• but the thing is, Jihoon never really hangs out with anyone in school
• in class, he keeps to himself most of the time, only speaks when he has to or when a classmate has a question
• basically, he doesn’t initiate conversation but doesn’t mind talking a bit about his lavish weekend in his Jeju Island holiday home
• you’ve only ever seen Jihoon eat lunch with a Taiwanese transfer student, Lai Guanlin and Kim Sejeong - both who don’t talk much to anyone either
• that’s the Park Jihoon you see by day
• but by night…or whenever needed…
• he is The Royals best fighter
‘iM 19 yOu fiTE mE’
• Jihoon grew up in a rather shady neighbourhood, there were many organised crime societies so he had to learn how to defend himself
• especially when he walked home late because his parents were out working
• it was actually then when his neighbour’s aunt, BoA, scouted him and asked him to visit her boxing training academy
• the training fees were dealt with by her because she saw potential, and also because she needed to form the nation’s organised crime society
• Jihoon used to train in MMA before making the switch to boxing after knowing that a school that he was supposed to enrol in had a boxing club
‘it’s the perfect disguise, no one will ever guess’
• he only got better when his parents pulled together enough money and moved to accommodate his dad’s new job
• they moved closer to his gym and naturally, he spent more time there training
• that was when he met Kang Daniel and the rest is history
• Jihoon plays an important role in training new applicants and making sure the ‘army’ is well looked after
• which includes scheduling training, forming new teams for smaller missions and sending bodyguards for other teams like hackers
• he’s also in charge of them all
• so he has to ensure their welfare and make sure everyone receives proper medical attention
• Jihoon also spends a lot of his time assisting Daniel and going on missions with him
• he never really stays long at the HQ building for long but he does have his own private suite
• as you can see, BoA sends her children a lot of money to keep the operations running
• no one really knows how the hell she got so rich but you don’t question BoA
• and they do fork in quite a bit from their day jobs
• to summarise, Jihoon is the second in command, is the main fighter and in charge of combat, and his cover is a college student working as a concert security guard
• he occasionally appears in that ’ omg *the band name*’s security is so hot’ posts but Jinyoung has to hack into their account to take it down
• no one can know about the 101 members
• anyway, back to the plot
• unlike you, your grandparents still live in the dingy, old apartment located in the shadier side of town
• they own a small grocery store there and it pretty much supplies the entire estate
• even after your mother built up an empire and bought them a house in the suburbs, they refuse to move and only stay there if they have to take care of your younger half-sister or your baby cousins
• your mother is the CEO of a really huge law firm so you’ve always been quite well off
• excluding the times when you stayed with your grandparents in their flat when you were young because your mother was struggling to make ends meet
• she was a single mother
• and starting her own business
• shout out to all the amazing single parents who are able to provide well for your family!!
• it was a tough time really
• you don’t remember but your grandparents often tell you that you used to have a crush on the little boy a few doors down
• lol young love
• how cute
• but you don’t recall at all so uh rip
• he was around your age but seemed much more independent than you
• he was allowed to wander the streets by himself until late at night
• eventually, you moved into the mansion you currently stay in
• first heartbreak :”)
• it didn’t matter much since you only admired him from afar and you never got his name…at least that’s all you recall
• true love never dies :(
• they teased you non-stop about it at every family reunion
• and then refused to tell you his name, claiming they forgot
• hah
• what a joke
• so it’s one of those days you’re on break and not spending time in your own house or out with your friends
• instead, you’re sitting in your grandparents living room and calculating some business related stuff
• updating product distributors and suppliers
• thinking of renovations for the store, new designs for Christmas
• gathering feedback about the store and noting down maintenance work that needs to be done
• at the end, you try to convince your grandparents to move to the nice terrace they own
• you want your family to be closer to you, closer to the city and not in a place with only one clinic, school, two supermarkets and a small mall
• you’re also well aware of the number of underground gangs there are in this area and it isn’t advisable for elderly to engage in physical combat
• grandfather does own a gun though, licensed with papers and all of course
‘sell the flat, you don’t need it anymore. come stay with us in the city. you’ll be closer to mum and I as well.’
• grandfather shakes his head. ‘I know you want what’s best for us but we have enough here. Your grandmother and I bought this place when we were struggling newlyweds, we can’t ever leave it.’
• it doesn’t sound like the only reason
• but for now, it’s enough to keep your mouth shut
‘if we move, what will happen to the store? we won’t stay near enough and it’s a pain to keep traveling,’ grandmother points out
• you offer alternatives like you will run it, or the family chauffeur, maybe selling the place
• they exchange looks before disagreeing
• end of discussion
• the Lexus comes to fetch you at the end of the day
• this occurs a lot, since the house does get lonely by yourself
• each time, you’re unsuccessful in convincing your grandparents to move
‘why? what’s the actual reason?’ you demand from grandma since grandpa doesn’t expose himself
• she shrugs. ‘Too many people depend on our store for jobs, food…’
‘but if you sell it, the company will still allow them to work.’
• she turns to you, wrinkles framing her face, eyes full of love
‘i don’t expect you to understand since you’ve never worked there…how about working there until the end of break?’
• when you were young, you anticipated growing up so you could work, boosting your family’s financial income but now that your mother rakes in millions, working was kind of the last thing on your mind
• you did a few cafe stints but that was the most experience you had
• when your mother was consulted, she was ecstatic and arranged plans with her parents immediately
• you started by paying a visit to the store more regularly
• and found out that the entire neighbourhood patronised the store
• like if it closed, no one would have food
• or jobs
or food bc food is very important
• it shocked to see Sejeong working as a cashier
• she was rather friendly to customers but still held a grave expression and rarely conversed with her coworkers
• strange
• it never occurred to you that she lived nearby  
• you had never seen her around before, other than at school
• grandmother assigned you to be the store room packer, taking stock and whatnot
• Sejeong kept out of your way, but that only elicited curiosity
• during break time, she spent it far away from the rest of the workers, whispering on the phone with a smile on her face
‘grandma, do you know much about Sejeong?’
‘oh, why?’
• the protective tone and defensiveness underlying sent ripples of panic through you
‘ah nothing, we attended the same AP Literature class….’
‘…she’s been working here for quite awhile now but I think she’s moved out to the main city. I have no clue why she sticks it out here.’ grandmother said before shrugging and wandering off to her room
• you were bone tired by the time the familiar Lexus came to a stop outside your grandparent’s apartment block
• just as you slid into the back seat and greeted your chauffeur, your eyes caught on to something
• rather, someone
• or someones, if a word like that existed
• Sejeong was walking in the direction of the nearest bus stop, due to the lack of street lamps, she carried a small torch in her hands to illuminate her path
• but beside her, a tall, muscular and brown haired man walked
• from what your eyes could pick up, he had candid large hazelnut brown eyes, it seemed like his delicate features were tainted with traces of blood and cuts
• the car drove off into the distance before you could get a closer look, melting the two figures into mere fragments of your imagination
• that was pushed out of your mind as you continued to work hard
grinding 💪🏼
• now, you had a more in-depth understanding of your mother’s hardship
• she still worked a couple of odd jobs when her law firm was in it’s rookie days, just so she could afford extra things like tuition or new story books for you :”)
• sigh
• under the noonday sun, your eyes lidded as you painstakingly gather stray shopping carts and push them back to their dock
• suddenly, a gasp leaves your lips when you feel a cold sharpness press against your back
• knife
• rough hands seize your arms and a hoarse voice growls into your ear
‘where is it? where is the stash?’
• excuse me but 1800-don’t-touch-me
‘i don’t know what you’re talking about.’ you reply in a steady voice, regulating your breathing despite the tears welling up and threatening to break free of your lower lids
• your lips start quivering uncontrollably, your mind scattered
• the blade presses into your side, but not enough to draw blood
• it’s on the edge of it though
‘don’t lie! we know you’re with the 101, The Royals. your family is close to them.’
• what the hell
• my mother owns a law firm and you’re telling me my family is involved with the biggest organised crime association
• uhhhhh….logic?
• i think not
‘I’m not lying.’
• using your legs, you aim a good kick at him and wrench free
• the knife barely misses slicking your skin and you feel a sickening feel sink into your stomach
• the dude’s hands curl around your shoulder, yanking you back
• then suddenly, he lets out a shout as he stumbles backwards, taken by surprise by whoever came to help you
• oh my god, it’s Sejeong
• she wastes no time attacking him and disarming him, tossing the knife to one side - which you race after for evidence
• but the telltale ‘M’ tattoo on his bicep is all you need to know to tell that he works with Mnet - The Royals biggest threat
• Mnet sweetie I am so sorry
maybe I am
• an unnerving crack sounds through the atmosphere before he’s laying on the ground, knocked out cold, chest rising shallowly  
‘I’ll call my friends to deal with him. Y/N, head inside now, it isn’t safe here.’ Sejeong instructs, wiping a drop of blood from her mouth with her sleeve
• you don’t bother to argue, jelly-legged, you stumble back into the store, only to find that staff are clearing customers out as fast as they can and barring all entrances
• lights are slowly being turned off and some staff are clocking out way before work hours end
• something definitely isn’t right
• nausea bubbles in you but you can’t let any throbbing stop you from finding your grandparents
• just then, someone grabs your wrist and leads you away
‘Y/N right? Come with me.’
• your eyes go cartoonish wide when you recognise him to be the man you spotted walking home with Sejeong
• her boyfriend?
• his hair is cut in a boyish way that allows his fringe to sweep over his forehead but that isn’t enough to throw you off
• the sleeve of his black button down rides up, exposing his small inked crown - the mark of a Royal
• what is breathing?
• I’ve been tossed around between two rival mafias today this is enough
• what do they even want with me?
• the mysterious Royal leads you to the basement, you don’t resist even though alarm bells go off in your head
• he slides away what was thought to be a massive freezer door to reveal a hidden door, bolted shut
• the perfect disguise
‘Grandmother, this is Park Jihoon. I have your grandchild with me.’
• the door creaks open and this Park Jihoon gently pushes you in
• your grandparents embrace you the second you step into the room, tears are almost spilled
• you blink, eyes adjusting to the dimness of the secret room. they widen significantly when you manage to pinpoint another two The Royals/101 members
• they both have crown tattoos on their collarbones
• Sejeong enters the room a few seconds later, her hair now tied up and her injuries magically gone
‘will someone tell me what is happening?’ you burst out, unable to handle the tension anymore.
‘a member of Mnet just held a knife to my back, and Sejeong saved me. now, I’m in a room with four The Royals members! My grandparents don’t seemed freaked out which makes matters even more confusing!’
‘we can’t be alarmed,’ grandfather begins. ‘these are the children we raised, the ones we treated as our own grandchildren.’
• your knees buckle but a pair of strong arms catch your delicate from and sets you on a chair
• Jihoon
• he rubs your back comfortingly, whispering reassuring words to calm you down
‘….it all began with Jihoon,’ Grandmother explains. ‘he was our neighbours only son but they were so busy with work he was often neglected.’
• ‘so in secret, whenever he had time to roam the streets by himself, we would invite him over for meals, a proper lunch, a proper shower, toys to play with.’
‘he was your boy a few doors down, Y/N. I don’t think you remember but you two played together for a couple of occasions’
• you bite back tears, shutting your eyes
‘then we discovered Sejeong, like Jihoon, she wandered the roads by herself, rarely returning home as her parents were out working various odd jobs. we took her in like Jihoon. she slept over at our apartment for days.’
‘Yoojung and Daehwi came later, by that time, you had already moved out to your mother’s place.’
‘is that why you’re so attached to this place?’ you choke out
• grandmother sighs, she too is struggling to keep the tears at bay
‘it’s hard to leave four helpless children by themselves. even after they grew up, we can’t bear to leave them, especially when Daehwi confessed that he was with The Royals,’
• you suck in a breath sharply, unable to believe whatever you were hearing
• it’s clear your grandparents are with The Royals and now, you feel like you don’t have a choice but to side with them
• you were on their side since day one anyway…

Second Chance

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: He would’ve done anything for a second chance, but what would that ‘anything’ be?

A/n: Inspired by my gal @h-obii

He missed you. He missed you so so much. With every smile came the thumping beating of his innocent heart. With every laugh came the inevitable feeling of love that rushed through his veins. It was an indescribable feeling - a feeling he could not even bear to understand, but it walked with him like a patch on his shoulder.

“Hobi! Let’s go already!” You cried out with a signature smile that made his mind go blank. Nothing really could make the captain of the dance team completely blank out other than the sweet sweet voice of you.

If only he could hear your voice once more. Just once more.

“Hobi? Hey, take off your headphones already!” You giggled and he scoffed, slipping his headphones off to let your sweet voice overcome his senses.

But why did this have to happen?

“Happy Birthday, Hoseok! I love you so much!” A large wrapped box was in your arms as you extended it towards him, giving nothing less than your million dollar smile.

Of all people, why was it you that suffered this fate?

“H-Hoseok, it really hurts.”

He wanted a second chance. He wanted you back.

“Hey, I think I might actually die, Hoseok.” You whispered, a weak smile plastered on your face. Tubes extending from your body and your weak body resting on the dove white hospital bed.

Anything… Anything to get you back in his life. Anything.

“We’re gathered today to mourn the death of a beautiful, beloved child: (F/n)-”

Anything to let you live the life you never got to live.

“Now, (F/n)’s family for their words.”

Anything to keep your smile alive.

“She was an amazing girl who always smiled.”

Anything to have your warmth in his once more.

“If only fate was kind enough.”


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Barnes and You: Part One

Summary: You’re just a mere college student trying to get by; when you’re not in class you’re working at your local bookstore or writing on your laptop. One day, when Tony Stark shows up with the Avengers for the release of his new book, you’re starstruck at the sight of the metal armed soldier.

Warnings: second hand embarrassment, sexual tension

A/N: This is going to be a multipart miniseries that I’m writing because why the fuck not. Later parts will contain angst, fluff, smut, Jealous!Bucky, and much more secondhand embarrassment. Also, if you want to be added to the permanent tag list you have to send me an ask. Just. Send. Me. An. Ask.

(Part Two) (Part Three)

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Gamer Boy Ch. 2

This is part of my submission for nalu week 2017. It is rated T for cussing and slightly suggestive themes later on. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. 

Summary: The annual ‘Call of Duty’ competition is back again. Lucy is determined to reclaim the title as Fiore’s best team, but first she has to beat last year’s winners, ‘The Dragons’. She won’t let anything stand in her way, especially not the annoying team captain of the opponent’s team. No distractions, no slip ups, and certainly no secret make out sessions with her rival. Modern AU. Romance/Humor

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. (Completed)

Read on or AO3.

Chapter Two: Gothic (Bonus Day 2)

Natsu laughed at his reflection, a toothy grin painted on his face that didn’t match his appearance. He made a trip to the mall to get ready for tonight, deciding he wanted to go all out. The ends of his bright pink hair were temporarily dyed black. The box said it would last until he washed it, so he hoped it came out when he showered tonight.

He used black nail polish to paint his nails, as well as used black eyeliner to give himself a gothic look. Though, he was starting to worry he went a little overboard. He didn’t want to look emo after all.

He wore a simple black shirt that went well with his black jeans. Luckily, he didn’t have to buy either of those since he packed them for the weekend, but he wasn’t planning on wearing them both at the same time. He did end up buying a pair of black boots, but he knew he could use those for more than just tonight since they matched some of his other outfits.

Natsu removed his scarf, playing it on the desk beside the full length mirror. It wouldn’t match with what he wore tonight, even though he hated going without it. Truthfully, he didn’t normally wear it so often, but after Lucy made a snide remark about him never taking it off last year, he decided to mess with her and make sure he always wore it around her. It was just one of the many things he did to have fun with her.

Striking a pose, Natsu said, “I could totally be a ninja!”

Gray walked by, snorting as he shook his head. “Ninja’s are supposed to be quiet. You’d never make the cut.”

“Oi!” Natsu yelled, shaking a fist at his best friend. “I’d rather be noisy than naked!”

Gray glanced down, sighing when he saw he was in nothing but his boxers, little white snowflakes adorning the blue material. “Damn it,” he mumbled, retracing his steps. “Where’d I take them off?”

Natsu turned away from Gray so he could look at his reflection again. His tongue came out, licking over the piercing on the left side of his bottom lip. It was very fresh and stung a little when he nudged it with his tongue too hard, but overall, he was getting used to the new addition to his face.

What he wasn’t getting used to was the eyebrow piercing on his left side. Gajeel told him those wouldn’t hurt, and admittedly it didn’t, but it was annoying as hell. Every time he went to raise his brow or move it in general, he felt it. Luckily for him, his two piercings were coming out after the party.

He thought it looked awesome, but his friends had other ideas. 

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Sergeant John Forge:

Sergeant John Forge (Service Number 63492-94758-JF) was a veteran non-commissioned officer and an infantryman in the UNSC Marine Corps. Although he excelled in tactics and combat, his repeated acts of insubordination caused him to receive three demotions, with infractions such as fighting with an officer, (which resulted in 2.4 years in jail time), and striking a superior officer. He sported an ace of spades playing card attached to his left shoulder pauldron, and also carried a combat knife he named “Lucy.”

Early Life:

Born on Earth on May 29, 2501, Forge’s life revolved around the military. His family lineage had been a part of the military for generations, dating as far back as World War II. He joined boot camp at the minimum age 16, where his superiors remarked there was “something special” about him. Forge and his wife fathered a daughter, Lucy Orion “Rion” Forge, around 2525. Although John’s marriage was strained even before the birth of his child, he and Rion would always remain on good terms.

Forge worked a stint as a military policeman on Mars and did some “grunt work” on Epsilon Eridani IV during the Insurrection. However, he hated policing and jumped at the chance to be assigned to Fort Marshall.

Forge was arrested twice during his service. His first arrest was for directly disobeying orders and disorderly conduct. Even though his actions saved four members of his squad, Forge spent a total of 2.4 years in prison, an infraction that removed any chance of moving through Officer Candidate School or even progressing beyond the rank of sergeant.

His second arrest occurred around August 17, 2530. Forge’s then-five-year-old daughter, Rion, and her aunt Jillian were waiting for John in a bar when Lieutenant Prosser started making sexual advances on Jillian. When the lieutenant made a suggestive comment toward Rion, Jillian struck Prosser, prompting him to shove her against a wall. At this point John arrived and confronted the lieutenant. They engaged in a fist fight, with charges brought upon the sergeant. However, Rion proclaimed her father as a hero and all charges were dropped, where he was later reassigned to the UNSC Spirit of Fire by Admiral Preston Cole himself. Spirit of Fire’s commanding officer, Captain James Cutter, came to trust Forge so thoroughly that he granted the sergeant a degree of authority significantly exceeding that afforded by his rank.

Reclamation of Harvest:

In February 2531, Spirit of Fire was sent to assist the crippled Marathon-class heavy cruiser UNSC Prophecy in the Epsilon Indi system. Captain Cutter ordered the Prophecy’s navigation database and survivors to be recovered, sending Forge and multiple Marine fireteams on board the vessel while Spirit of Fire engaged several Covenant ships. Forge’s Pelican dropship was hit by enemy fire and crash landed on the Prophecy’s hull. Forge and Team Lima breached and boarded the Prophecy, whereupon they were attacked by Kig-Yar Rangers. Forge’s ankle was broken during the engagement. With the guidance of Serina, Spirit of Fire’s AI, he was able to find the a terminal to recover the ship’s black box and wipe its navigation core while the rest of Team Lima rescued the ship’s survivors. Serina warned Forge that the Prophecy’s AI may “act peculiar” due to high radiation levels.

Upon scanning his retina to gain access to the terminal, Forge was halted by the ship’s AI, FitzGibbon, who explained he could not allow him to enter due to the latter’s poor service record. Forge reminded the AI of the Cole Protocol, stating that he was aboard the vessel to ensure the protocol would not to be violated. FitzGibbon then reluctantly allowed Forge into the terminal room and enabled radiation repair routines. Forge purged the navigation database and returned to the Pelicans as FitzGibbon activated Prophecy’s self-destruct sequence, which soon scuttled the ship. After the Marines and Forge escaped with the survivors, they were taken to Spirit of Fire’s medical bay. When Forge asked how the survivors were doing, Serina told him that they would all soon die due to all of them suffering extensive radiation poisoning. Forge was angered by the AI’s indifference towards the survivors and comforted them in their final moments, believing that even if they would soon be dead, they were still people and so deserved better.

Forge was sent to the surface of Harvest on his first mission to scout out Covenant activity in the northern polar region of the planet. He drove through Quadrant 4 to find a battalion of Sangheili that an AV-14 Hornet squadron had spotted earlier. Reporting the Covenant activity to his superiors, as to how the aliens had found a a Forerunner structure buried within the ice, he returned to the overrun UNSC Alpha Base, and helped organize scattered Marine units along the way. Forge and his rag-tag assault force were able to retake Alpha Base a short-time later. Before the Relic was demolished by the Covenant, the Forerunner site is captured by Forge and Marine forces. Professor Ellen Anders was then sent to the planet’s surface to personally investigate the relic, and Forge reluctantly escorted her inside.[14] He was present when Anders activated a Forerunner holographic projection of a star map, and protected her when they were ambushed by a team of Sangheili warriors. Spirit of Fire then evacuated most of her ground troops, including Forge, and set course for Arcadia, a UNSC colony planet to which the star map had pointed.[12]


After arriving at Arcadia, Forge was among the first UNSC troops to set foot in the besieged capital of Pirth City, where he aided the evacuation of civilians aboard three cargo vessels. When the civilian transports took off, Forge and his men abandoned the besieged city and fell back to the outskirts. There, he took part in the destruction of a nearby Covenant base, assisted by Spartan teams Red and Omega. He also participated in the battle to destroy a Covenant energy dome which was protecting an unfinished Type-29 Scarab. After a short battle, the UNSC forces succeeded in destroying the Scarab. While he and Anders were surveying the area, Arbiter Ripa ‘Moramee ambushed them. Forge was swiftly defeated and was about to be killed, until Anders stopped the Arbiter by agreeing to go with him without incident. After Spartan Red Team’s unsuccessful attempt to stop the Arbiter from escaping, they immediately retreated back to the Spirit of Fire. Spirit of Fire then made a slipspace jump in pursuit of 'Moramee’s retreating vessel.

Shield world:

After Spartan Jerome-092 recommended destroying 'Moramee’s ship and killing Anders rather than let classified information fall into Covenant hands, Forge confronted the Spartan. The altercation resulted in a broken chair, a seal malfunction on a bulkhead and a stern interruption from Serina. From then on, Forge and Jerome always ate together in the mess hall.

Upon arriving at a mysterious planet, Forge was sent to the planet’s surface, where he and his forces encountered the Flood. It was soon discovered that the world was not a planet at all, but a Forerunner shield world. Immediately following this revelation, Forge was put in charge of the evacuation of the Spirit’s ground troops and the decontamination of Flood from the ship’s dorsal surface. By chance, he came upon the recently escaped Ellen Anders in the shield world’s interior and escorted her back to the Spirit of Fire.

Forge was then put in charge of the strike team that would deliver the Spirit’s Shaw-Fujikawa Translight Engine to the Apex Site; the SFTE had been rigged as a bomb to destroy the shield world and deny its armada of Forerunner dreadnoughts to the Covenant. Atop the Apex, he once again faced 'Moramee in battle, while the Spartans of Red Team eliminated the Arbiter’s comrades. Although Forge was nearly killed, he overcame his foe at the last minute by tricking the Arbiter to look him in the eye, and then stabbing him in the neck with his prized combat knife, “Lucy”. He then picked up the Arbiter’s energy sword and drove it through the Sangheili’s stomach, killing him. As Alice-130 rolled the Arbiter’s corpse off the platform, Jerome examined the engine, realizing that it had been damaged in the fight.

When it became clear that the damaged slipspace drive would have to be detonated manually, Forge realized that the Spartans would play a far greater role in the war than he ever could. He volunteered to take the FTL drive into the shield world’s artificial star. Forge gave the Spirit’s crew the time they needed to escape the hollow planet and then detonated the drive, sacrificing his own life, but dealing the Covenant a massive blow in the process.


Spirit of Fire was declared lost with all hands on February 10, 2534, though many bereaved family members refused to accept the official statement. On his deathbed, Forge’s father encouraged Rion to keep up the search for the truth regarding the ship’s disappearance. Rion spent the ensuing years seeking closure for her father’s disappearance, eventually becoming a scavenger. In January 2557, she followed a series of leads that pointed to the log buoy Spirit of Fire had dropped at Arcadia, which in turn took her to the remains of Shield World 0459. There she encountered what remained of the former caretaker of the facility, a fragmentary ancilla she later dubbed “Little Bit”, which provided her the trajectory Spirit of Fire had followed when escaping the shield world.

first lady, one.

Originally posted by kths

summary: y/n was the one of the finest of her school when it came to ice hockey and her fame spread for all the championship territory once she became the first girl to make it to the team in almost two decades. but what happens when she finds that she’s not called first lady just because of her skills?
pairing: taehyung x reader
word count: 3.1k
content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

The door set wide open made it easier to a helmet to be thrown across the locker room, compensating the turbulent flight by softly landing on a pile of towels on the farthest corner. Unfortunately, only the helmet had the chance of changing its previous mood: it didn’t take two seconds for you to stomp in, finding your balance over your blades at ease as you seemed to not get enough of cursing. Punches and kicks with no destiny keeping company to every word that left your mouth - 90% of those were profanities and the last 10% his name.

You finally took a seat when your head spinned around a thousand times in a nanosecond, allowing you to remember the known taste of anger and how it worked on you. It made you feel dizzy as hell and forget how to think, your whole being concentrating on what it felt, basically. The scenes from the past five minutes bombarding your brain and making your blood reach a whole new level of ebullition as you wore off your gear. 

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Voltron Hogwarts AU

Part 1/?

“Shiro! Allura!” 

Black robes filtered across Platform 9 ¾ to reveal Shiro running a hand through his hair, a dazed expression on his face as Allura chatted emphatically to him. At the sound of their names the two heads, light and dark, snapped up. “Matt!” Allura waved, a wide smile on her face. 

Matt wove through the crowd, hand around Pidge’s wrist to keep her in tow. “Hey guys!” He pulled the two of them into a hug, ruffling Shiro’s hair. “Long time no see,” he winked. 

“Yes, a whole three weeks since we were in London!” Allura laughed.

“How was your summer, Pidge?” Shiro turned to his friend’s sister with a smile, dodging Matt’s attempts to get him into a headlock. 

Pidge smiled, holding her new books to her chest, “It was good! I finally figured out the Hiccoughing Po-”

“-Isn’t she growing up so fast?” Matt cut her off, nearly bowling her over with the force of his side-hug. 

Allura giggled, “Leave her alone!”

“You should see Keith, that kid’s a bean stalk-” Shiro smirked, his eyes scanning the platform. 

“We’ll find him on the train,” Allura said, laying a hand on Shiro’s shoulder for a moment before pulling it away; no one missed the red that flared in her cheeks when she met Matt’s raised brows. 

— “You wanna go find the other two?” Keith nodded his head toward the compartment door.

Pidge’s eyes snapped up, her book thumping shut. “Yes- I can’t listen to these three talk about NEWTS anymore!”

The two made their way down from the front car, slipping past the trolley witch until they saw two familiar figures throwing Bertie Bott’s at each other. After the shuffling of September 1st hugs and high fives, and the ensuing scuffle over Lance’s last box of jelly beans, the gang fell into their usual pattern. 

“So Keith,” Lance raised his brow, lips curled in a gleefully mischievous smile, “How does it feel to know your brother is Head Boy? Seems like your year’s gonna be pretty lame now that Shiro’s a narc.”

Keith rolled his eyes as the rest of the compartment snickered, flicking what he had determined to be a vomit flavored bean at Lance. Hunk paused in the middle of inspecting an unidentified flavor to add, “Lance, you do realize that both of your team captains are Head Boy and Girl? You’re totally screwed.”

“They’re what?” Lance’s mouth dropped, his wand clattering to the floor. 

“You didn’t know?” Pidge asked over Keith’s gratified chuckling, “Allura’s Head Girl. I’d say it was nepotism but we all saw her call a foul on her own team last year-”

“-That was Hunk’s fault for throwing his club!” Lance cried indignantly.

“That was an accident,” Hunk retorted, “You didn’t have to catch it!”

Laughter rang out from the compartment, the train whistle announcing the start of another year as Hogwarts loomed into view.

A Deal With The Devil // James Potter

a/n - this hasn’t been edited at all, let me know if you find any mistakes. sorry for the inactivity. love you guys and thanks for the support xx

Originally posted by maraudersimagines

“Gryffindor wins this match, and you owe me a victory kiss,” James said, leaning his broom against the wall, staring at the Slytherin captain, who he also happened to be completely entranced by. She popped her gum with a cocky grin, “Fair, and when Slytherin wins, you’re doing my History of Magic homework for a week.”

“Deal,” James smiled, shaking your hand with a smirk. You rolled your eyes as Potter began to stalk off. At the end of the hallway, he turned on his heel. “Y/N?” 

You raised your eyebrows, and James smiled, “In case you were wondering, cherry chapstick is my favorite.” 

Sirius slung an arm around Jame Potter’s shoulder. With a sigh, James charmed his laces tied. Today would go down in infamy. The Gryffindor vs. Slytherin match was only minutes away now. James’ blood was pumping. He was ready to win this, to wipe the smirk off Y/N Y/L/N’s pretty little face, and more importantly, get what she’d promised. She beat him last year, and slaughtered his team in their annual scrimmage. James had accepted the past as the past, and was more than ready to make the Slytherins eat shit. Sirius smugly smiled, “So, you gonna take your eyes off of Y/L/N’s ass long enough to catch the snitch today, Potter?” 

“Oh, shove it,” James groaned. There was no denying it - he was head over heels for the Slytherin captain, but that wouldn’t stop him from beating the snot out of her team. Nothing could save her now. James Potter was determined to get that kiss. Sirius laughed and James hit him with a grin, “You’re really doubting me now, Black?” 

Sirius just laughed, and pushed his friend forward and onto the sidelines of the pitch. The crowds were packed. McGonagall was sat close beside the announcer in the box, glasses at the tip of her nose, glaring down at James and the team behind him. If anyone needed anymore motivation to destroy Slytherin now, they had it, with Minnie’s threatening stare on their backs. James tucked his broom between his legs and kicked up to hover. The rest of the team followed suit, and their side of the stands let out a few hoots as they came into view. 

Across the pitch, the Slytherin team came into view. James could see you in the front, laughing at Colleen Freeman, a Slytherin chaser. You looked away from her, and right at James. You conjured up a confident smirk and James felt his heart stop for a second. This was the most beauty he’d seen yet, ponytail blowing behind you, determination in your eyes, and warm fall sun on your face. A whistle sounded, knocked James back towards the game. Winking at your quickly and smugly, James looked to the announcer as his voice boomed over the chaos of the crowds. 

“Welcome one, and welcome all our annual Slytherin versus Gryffindor match! Now, not to waste any time, let’s have a round of applause for the Slytherin team!” the fourth year Hufflepuff bellowed. “Seeker, Y/N Y/L/N! One of Slytherin’s finest! Beater, Marci Crocker, another gem!” 

James watch you fly over the crowd followed by Marci, clapping hands with the onlookers. The rest of the team filed behind you as their names were called. James scoffed at the overrated hoots and hollers from the Slytherins. Soon, they were all on the field, now lined up and waiting for the match to begin. 

The announcer began spitting out names from the Gryffindor, and you watch as they all flew into the air, entertaining a little hype, and then settling across the field from you. Madam Hooch blew a whistle beneath you, and loudly requested the captains. As did in every game, you and James flew down, eye level with Hooch. 

“Captains,” she said. “Shake hands. I want a clean match, you two.” 

You looked up at James and grinned, “It’s on, Potter.” 

“You bet your ass it is,” he agreed, clapping your hand in his. 

Madam Hooch once again blew her whistle, “Players! In your positions!” 

You rose up from the ground to hover above your team as the game commenced. Hooch was spouting her nonsense, as the Snitch buzzed around. Finally, she released the quaffle, and the game was off. You glanced around for the Snitch, and then at James, who was already looking at you. You blinked, and looked away, zooming to a higher vantage point. You were set on winning this game. You wouldn’t give Potter the satisfaction.

Seven minutes went on, you and James both trying to spot the snitch. It seemed impossible. Suddenly, you heard a buzzing behind you, and turned to see the snitch about two feet away. Your breath caught in your throat and you whipped around towards it, zipping behind it as it plummeted. You hear both the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams burst into cheer as you and apparently James both switched into action. 

You were nearing the snitch, but could see James moving closer out of the corner of your eye. You reached your fingers out, almost grazing the wing, and James dived underneath you, behind zipping straight up and stealing the snitch from right in front of you. His eyes lit up and he began squawking immediately. 

“Would you look at that, folks?” the announcer cheered. “The snitch has been snatched! Congratulations, Gryffindor!” 

James laughed in front of you as teammates flew closer and the crowds roared. The sound of canons and bells filled your ears as the Gryffindors rejoiced. “Oh, the sweet sound of victory!” 

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” you said playfully. “We both know you robbed me.” 

“I’ll accept my reward at any time now,” James replied. “Fair and square, Y/L/N.”

You scoffed and flew closer to James. You would never admit it, but you might’ve been looking forward to this. The Gryffindor captain smirked, sliding a hand over your cheek. You smiled, “Fair and square.” 

James leaned in and placed a short, and sweet kiss on your lips. He smiled, tasting the cherry chapstick on your mouth. Pulling away with a laugh as the other Gryffindors piled in, he pecked your lips one more time before soaring off for a victory lap. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes. 

James Potter was one of the biggest idiots you’d ever met, but unfortunately, the only one you wanted.