and his hair is l a i d

Ok but Modern AU Sasuke…

-so tired what is sleep

-seriously the bags under his eyes are gucci

-straight A n e r d

-hates finals and tests with a passion

-anxiety anxiety anxiety

-everything must be neat or he can’t function

-let’s his hair grow out and only cares how long it gets if Ino points it out or the bangs get into the way

-but one day Naruto mentions he looks good with long hair and he lets it grow out for a w h i l e

-finds gender norms annoying and stupid so fuck it wear a skirt to school three times a week

-loves naps more than homework and living

-loves his brother but would also sell him to Satan for a corn chip if he finishes the coffee and didn’t buy more

-it’s sacred ok

-“what’s up you depressed bastard”

-“Shut up Suigetsu”

-totally not a gamer of course not

-proceeds to beat all of Karin’s and Suigetsu’s high scores out of spite

-has almost ended a 11 year long friendship because sOMEONE USED THE FUCKING BLUE SHELL

-hint hint that person is Naruto

-a big gay and has a running crush on a cute blonde boy

-who is also Naruto

-“just talk to him”

-“no emotions are hard can’t I kill him instead and blame Sakura on the murder”

-loves writing and poems but it’s a secret

-it’s not a secret

-almost everyone has read one of his poems or short stories at least once

-usually by accident

-but they’re really good why hasn’t he published yet

-oh right cause he’s super shy about it actually

-writes love poems to Naruto when he’s supposed to be paying attention in class

-that goes into a special notebook no one can ever read

-fantasies about kissing him then gets too flustered to speak for three hours

-ends up kissing the blonde boy he’s been pining for YEARS after accidentally punching him

-it’s a long story

-but he’s happy and gay and nothing can change that

It Wasn’t a Mistake

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5487

Warnings: sin, fluff, angst?, blood

Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Originally posted by stydiaislove

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It Might Be Nice // Part 2

Lmao, this took a long ass time but like ??? I didn’t even think it was going to have a second partso, yah. 

Here’s part one: http://bleusarcelle.tumblr.com/post/158130830599/it-might-be-nice-part-1

And, that’s it! It’s seems like Lance died but like…psssh, he…he’s sleeping, kay? Yah… btw LONG. POST. Translations: Ae-in (Sweetheart), Amor (Love) 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


One, two, three blinks and then –

Lance’s eyes stay closed.

“No.” Keith whispers horrified, his hand aimlessly patting the glass powerless, “No, no, no, no, no. Lance, please, no.”

There’s nothing at all. There’s no flutter of eyelids or a steady breathing or even a twitch.

There’s nothing but a ghost smile in those pale half parted lips.

“L-Lance.” He chokes out weakly, barely acknowledging the tears running down his face, “Ae-in?”

Lance just sits there, body heavily pressed against the glass, right in front of Keith, mouth frozen in a permanent silent sigh and Keith snaps.

“No!” He screams, “No, no, no! Lance! I-I love –! Lance, please! Come back! Come back, please! I-I didn’t –!” Keith’s voice breaks, words still falling out of his mouth without his consent, “I love you too! Please! I didn’t get the chance to –! Don’t do this, please!  I’m begging you! Lance!”

This can’t be happening. Keith thinks as his fist pounds at the glass that block his way to get to the brunet. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be –

“Please, please, please, break. Break goddamnit, please!” He shouts, standing up  and activating his bayard, not hesitating a tick before he’s lashing and stabbing the glass, “Break, break. Please, please – BREAK!”

It doesn’t and Keith can only slash out at the damn glass over and over again. His vision gets blurry as more tears keep gathering in his eyes and suddenly there’s no air in his lungs and he can’t breath, he can’t hear, he can’t - he can’t –

“No!” He yells as soon as someone grabs him from behind and pulls him away, “No! Get off of me! Get off –! Lance! Lance, please! No!”

Lance’s figure just keeps getting further and further away from him. He’s basically slipping through his finger and he can’t do a damn thing.

“S-Stop.” Keith sobs out desperately, dropping his entire body in defeat against the strong hold he’s trapped in, “S-stop, p-please, I-I can’t–I didn’t tell him –!”

Faint black spots start appearing in his vision. He tips to the side exhausted as he look straight into the only blurry blue dot he can see.

“L-Lance.” He whispers brokenly, “L-Lan –”

Keith hears the sound of something shattering as he loses conscience but he’s just not sure on what exactly.

Must have been his heart.

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Garmadon: La-loyd?

Lloyd: That’s right, your son, and it’s Lloyd

Garmadon: No, L-L-O-Y-D, I named you

Lloyd: You ruined my life [throws mask thing to the ground]

Garmadon: Pft, That’s not true, I have not even been part of your life, how could I ruin it? I wasn’t even there

Lloyd:

[makes this face while the wind blows his hair like every dramatic scene]

I expected LEGO Movie humor and it already has by just a few dialogue, and I’m loving it

World’s Best Dad (Part 2)

Originally posted by hugwinchester

Summary: The reader heads to the Winchesters for her date with Dean…

Part 1

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,500ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Gah, daddy!Dean is too cute…


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hobi as your bf;
  • okay but imagine waking up to this sunshine
  • like it would automatically make you smile
  • which would make him smile back at you
  • “Good morning love” with his morning voice
  • followed by a sweet forehead kiss
  • him sending you special snaps only for you
  • like when he’s practicing and covered in sweat
  • a mirror selfie like “I’ll be there soon, wait for me ♥”
  • no but srsly you would be like couple sunshine goals
  • lot of pda (duh)
  • ESPECIALLY CHEEK KISSES BECAUSE YOU BOTH FIND IT CUTE AF
  • sometimes he would startle you with surprise back hugs
  • he would talk a lot about you to the boys tbh
  • like “did you see how cute she was today ?” “I’m so lucky”
  • dATES LIKE 
  • Do you picture his bf material pics like in cafés and stuff ?
  • Well you’d be right in front of him
  • you both would sip on your coffees and hold one hand on the table
  • and take cute selcas with duck faces and him doing aegyo
  • when it comes to cuddle I think his fav position would be on the couch, your head laying on his lap, or vice versa
  • He’d also love to play with your hair in this position !
  • He’d have the bad habit to never tell you when somethings wrong because he doesn’t want you to worry
  • which would probably just make you worry even more
  • in bed, girl lemme tell you
  • he can be gentle af, complimenting you from a to z during the act, slow and everything
  • BUt
  • he can also get W-I-L-D, with biting, teasing, dirty talking
  • like girl have you seen those hips ? 
  • whenever he gets wild, the morning after, he’d be ever so gentle because when he’d see the hickeys and everything he’d feel a bit bad 
  • HIM ADMIRING  YOU WHEN YOU SLEEP PEACEFULLY
  • And caressing your cheek and your hair
  • because you’re beautiful
  • He’d be vry caring and lovely
  • because he loves you so so much
  • and shows it to you everyday

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Tell me about the one who loved him (part two) - A Sirius Black Imagine

Originally posted by one-cold-day


Part two of Tell me about the one who loved him


Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.

‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.

There was a pause.

‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’

Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’

‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’

Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.

‘What about me?’ he asked.

‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.

‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.

‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’

There was another pause.

‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’

‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘

‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’

Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.

‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.

‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.

She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.

‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’

Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.

‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.

‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.

Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.

‘You know, you can tell me anything.’

Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.

‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.

She looked up at her friend.

‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’

She frowned her eyebrows.

‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.

Harry sighed.

‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’

‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’

Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.

‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’

Hermione raised her shoulders.

‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’

‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.

‘Mmm…’

‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’

‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.

Harry sighed heavily.

‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’

Hermione raised her shoulders again.

‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’

‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’

Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.

‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.

Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.

Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.

‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.

She got up and started pacing in the room.

‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’

Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.

‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’

There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.

‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.

‘Without a doubt.’

‘Does he know?’

Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn. 

‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’

‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.

‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’

‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.

‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’

Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.

‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.

But the dog had disappeared.

‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.

They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs. 

Waking EXO Up with Kisses

Contains: fluff / kisses / cuddles / pillows / cuteness

[  // Masterlist //  ]


// Minseok

In the middle of the night, you had felt him wake up and saw him massaging his neck.  He’d told you that he was okay and to go back to sleep, but now that it was morning, you were worried that he could still be hurting.

You leaned over began lightly kissing Minseok’s neck, and soon he began giggling and raised his shoulder to block you.

“That tickles, Jagi!”

“Are you feeling okay?  Your neck, I mean.”

“It feels fine now, I just slept on it wrong.  …You don’t have to stop kissing me though,” Minseok said with a smirk while pulling your closer by your chin.

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion


// Junmyeon

You lifted your head off the tome that had been your pillow that night and you looked next to you at Junmyeon, who was still asleep on his.  You had fallen asleep while reading together.  

Afraid he would drool on his copy, you were about to shake him awake, but then you remembered the last thing you had read: the main character was woken up with kisses by one of the love interests, and you had thought it was very romantic.  You looked down and reread the paragraph and decided to do exactly what the character did.  You took his face in your hand and pressed loving kisses to his jaw.

Junmyeon woke up right away and you felt him smile under your touch.  When you backed up and looked down at him, he had the happiest smile you’d ever seen on his face.  He rolled on top of you to return the favor.

Originally posted by kingjunmyeonn


// Yixing

You woke up just before sunrise after your first night sleeping in Yixing’s bed, which you didn’t mean to do, you had just gotten so tired, and apparently so had he.  When you looked next to you, you saw he hadn’t even changed out of his clothes from the previous day.

And then you were flooded with memories from yesterday, how much fun you’d had with your new boyfriend, how he’d treated you like royalty and held your hand all day.  Your face inched closer and closer to his, wondering if you could get away with this without him noticing.

As heavy of a sleeper as he was, he did eventually notice you kissing his cheek and looked up at you with a small smile.

“Do you want to keep doing that?”

You nodded shyly and he smiled even larger then got more comfortable.  “I’m ready~!”

So overtaken by your affection, he could only accept your love for a short time before reciprocating.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


// Baekhyun

He was taking so long to wake up on his own.  So, so long.  You had decided to wait patiently, because he looked so peaceful sleeping, but you couldn’t take it anymore.  You two had a fun day ahead, if he would just wake up.

You put your book on the nightstand and nudged him.  Nothing.

Then you ruffled his hair.  Nothing.

Then you kissed him.  And he couldn’t help but giggle.

“Am I your sleeping prince, Jagi?” he asked while wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed at that.  “Maybe you are~  Now get up!  We have things to do.”

But unfortunately, your plans would have to wait until Baekhyun was through kissing you back.  Look at what you started!

Originally posted by exoturnback


// Jongdae

You woke up with his arms around you, almost nose-to-nose with him.  You were already so close, you might as well just close the gap.  So you did, and at first, you could have sworn you felt him kiss you back.  So you kissed him harder, and he pulled away.

And your eyes widened when you saw his nose crinkle up.

“What?” you asked.

“Morning breath, ugh!”

Your jaw fell and you hit him on the stomach, but he just burst out laughing anyway at how upset you looked.  You flipped over and wrestled away from him when he tried to regain a hold on you.

“You know I didn’t mean it, don’t be like that, Jagiii!!”

You resisted for as long as you could, but you really did want to kiss him again, even if he had morning breath too.  Eventually you gave up and let him climb on top of you.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos


// Chanyeol

You woke up with over a dozen stuffed toys surrounding you and your sleeping boyfriend.  You liked plushies, and there were some on your bed at home, but Chanyeol just couldn’t bring himself to choose less than all of them every night so that none of them would feel left out.  You thought it was too cute that he was thinking that way, but you still weren’t used to sleeping among so many soft toys.

He was so cute when he slept, too.  You planted a quick kiss on his cheek, causing him to smile in his sleep.  After a couple more, he was grinning from ear to ear and you weren’t sure that he was sleep anymore.  When you stopped, you saw him crack an eye open to peek at you, then quickly close it when he saw you looking back at him.  He made a small snoring sound and tried to suppress his grin.  You could either disappoint him, or keep giving him what he wanted, and you decided to make him happy.

After a while, he opened his eyes, smiling as big as if he won a daesang.  “You must really love my face, Jagi~”

Originally posted by dokxsoo


// Kyungsoo

Who gets to wake up to the most kissable lips in the world every morning?  You do!  Unless their owner has gotten up before you to cook breakfast, but today was not one of those days.  You woke up with Kyungsoo soundly asleep next to you and counted yourself lucky once again.

You didn’t even think about it; you just kissed him.  But after you pulled away, he rolled on his side away from you!

“Hey!” you cried out.  You saw Kyungsoo jolt awake and roll back over to face you.  You hadn’t meant to be so loud, but how dare he?!

“I just wanted to kiss you,” you said quieter.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grumbled.

“And you just r o l l e d away, like I’m some gross thing and–”

You had to stop talking because Kyungsoo kissed you, a long, full kiss, not just one to make you shut up.  But it did make you shut up.

“I was asleep,” he said with a tiny laugh.  “And I’m going back to sleep.”

“It’s time to get up, though.  It’s 9AM.”

“Aish…”

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


// Jongin

You usually woke up before him, so that wasn’t new, but Jongin was looking particularly fine this morning as he slept.  Instead of being all over the place, his hair had somehow stayed relatively neat all night.  You could barely hear his breathing and he had this peaceful look on his face, and you just couldn’t help yourself.

You moved close to him and decided you would kiss his cheek until he felt it and woke up.

You sat there with your lips on his face for a full minute, and he didn’t even stir.

This time, you kissed him with intent and he woke up, confused.

“The rest of the pizza is in the tree…!  Don’t hit the camel…”  He usually wasn’t very coherent when he was woken up, which always made you laugh, and it took a moment for him to remember where he was.

Jongin looked at you, and you couldn’t help yourself, you kissed him again!

He had a confused smile on his face, but kissed your cheek back.

Then you kissed his.

Then he kissed yours, and exploded with laughter.

You also laughed, and this kept going back and forth for about ten minutes, then you both got on your phones.

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


// Sehun

Last night you’d woken up several times because you felt like you were in a freezer.  No matter how many times you snatched them back, Sehun kept stealing the covers in his sleep.  You know he hadn’t meant to do it, but you were going to get him back anyway.  You snuck out of bed, picked up Vivi, and got a bit of dog food.

Sehun was still asleep, so you dropped Vivi next to him, put the food on his cheek, and let Vivi eat it.  Once Vivi started licking his face, you gave him your own kisses on his other cheek.

He began laughing and sat up, confused about what was going on.

“Jagi, what are you doing?”

You sat up and put Vivi in his lap, who continued licking his face.

“Stop.  Stealing.  All.  The.  Covers!” you said with a kiss between each word.

“I didn’t know I was doing that!”  But he didn’t stop the barrage of love from you and Vivi.

“I know.  But stop it.”

He put Vivi on the floor, hugged you, and gave you a kiss on the cheek back.

Originally posted by loveholic198

clean

◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.3k

◦ a/n: I felt like I was slacking on the Joonie smut so here’s some to make up for it :D Also I suck at titles sorry lol

m a s t e r l i s t


Your hair clung annoyingly to your forehead as your hands scrambled frantically to find something –anything– to hold on to. The cold metal handle of the shower door was the only thing it found amidst your shallow, shaky breaths. His lips were soft, and slick under the running water. Namjoon’s hands stroked up and down your body, swiping bubbled layers of soapy water over you. The bar of soap pressed against your flesh, its subtle scent breathing through the plumes of steam growing in the shower. You could see the faint reflection of yourselves in the mirror through the thick coat of steam on the glass, and it was so fucking hot. His tall body stood behind yours, his long fingers lost in your cunt. He sighed with content and he brushed his thumb lightly over your already sensitive clit. “God, I love you so much,” he grunted, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck.

After spending over a year together, you had learned that the best way to some amazing sex was some highly provocative pictures while he was already sweaty at dance practice and a little audio recording right as he was on his way home. The result was always some exciting and very long-lasting sex trip through the rooms of your house. Needless to say, it never failed.

His lips travelled along your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as his hand grazed up and down your thigh. He was tracing your hip bones softly with the soap before he dropped it suddenly to the hard shower floor and slammed straight into you. “Namjoon, fuck!” You screamed out, the echo reverberating against the white porcelain and glass of the shower. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, your chest trembling with the glorious sensation of his cock hitting your insides. It wasn’t the first time tonight.

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dont fucking remove my captions.
frank’s kinks/sex would include:

-lib biting
-b l i n d f o l d i n g 
-blood kink (i mean…how the fuck does he not have one)
- throaty growls when you tease him
-whimpering when he came
-”fucking…come here.”
-bruises shaped like fingerprints on your hips
-back scratching
-gasping when you pulled his hair
-seeing how many times he can make you cum in one night
-loves giving oral
-uses one of his ties to tie you to the bedpost
-breath play

Voltron Au's/ Fanfic I want and Need

-Phantom Of The Opera (Keith as Raoul, Lotor as Phantom, Lance as Christine
-Rent (Keith as Roger, Lance as Mimi)
-Tinkerbell au with Lance as a water fairy and Keith as an animal fairy
-Fairy Tail au with Keith as a fire dragon slayer and Lance as a water mage
-The lions turning into ACTUAL CATS
-viner Lance and youtuber Keith
-The Little Mermaid (Keith as Eric and Lance as Ariel)
-Wicked (Lance as Glinda and Galra!Keith as Elphaba)
-SOUL EATER (Keith as the weapon and meister Lance)
-Percy Jackson (Lance son of Aphrodite but blessed by Poseidon Keith son of Hephaestus)
-Grease (Lance as Sandy Keith as Danny)
-Pidge sets Keith and Lance up on a blind date
-M I D D L E S C H O O L P I N I N G K E I T H
-lance with an ao3 account
-Keith reading moth man x reader fic with jealous Lance
-hair salon/ nail salon with Lance doing Keith’s pedicure or trimming his mullet

That’s all I have for now. If anyone knows if these exist, please tell me!

florida hcs that no one asked for bc i want to talk about the flower man

  • he’s bi and trans sorry i dont make the rules
    • he was really happy when he found out tucker was too n helped him a bunch
      • (”dibs on his armor” listen tucker knows that armor is comf af because florida told him that he specially requested it)
  • he can sing better than anyone on blue team or in pfl. which isnt saying much but. he can sing higher than anyone else and everyone knows because he sings. a lot. No one’s complaining tbh
  • Is absolutely the type to get you medical attention first even if all you have is a cut and he’s been stabbed and probably has internal bleeding
    • he’s passed out from blood loss in the middle of the hall once it scared the fuck outta wash
      • “How did you FORGET you’ve been stabbed???” 
  • he once received a “Team Dad” mug on father’s day
    • its very dear to him he uses it all the time
  • Has absolutely tried to befriend the ais
    • Emphasis on tried–he’s only successfully befriended gamma and theta
  • there have been a few times on missions where someone was sure florida was dead but no. he gets right back up. The freelancers are both relieved and terrified
    • no one really knows who started the immortal florida joke but no one’s planning on stopping
      • i m m o r t a l d a d
  • absolutely mixes “alternate” swears with actual swears
    • has said gosh diddly fuck before
    • where do you think tucker got fuckberries from
  • Florida is merciless. If your hair is long enough and you fall asleep on or near him, you will find it braided when you wake up
  • the main reason he’s not on the leaderboard is because he keeps trying to tank the entire fucking enemy team and ends up badly injured protecting his teammates
    • the missions still go off without a hitch though, so????
  • does Not like the counselor 
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@x-i-l-verify asked for:

“Lili growing some flowers (maybe with a bouquet that holds symbolic value)”

…I was totally unoriginal and went with lilies. They really do suit her! X’D Meanwhile Raz gets a flower crown/mess loool in hindsight I realize Lili probably wouldn’t pick a ton of flowers but I thought the idea was cute so…!

First time drawing her, and I’m so happy to say that Lili is super easy to draw!

yes ok but

• Kazuichi Souda fumbling around for his glasses each morning
• Kazuichi Souda putting his hair up in a ponytail
• Kazuichi Souda’s voice cracking
• Kazuichi Souda stealing Gundam’s scarf
• Kazuchi Souda screaming when the toaster pops up unexpectedly
• Kazuichi Souda’s nickname being “Soudapop”
• just Kazuichi Souda in general
• Kazuichi
• Souda
• S o u d a
• love him

anonymous asked:

Drabble of Severus tickling Hermione when she's in a bad mood?

“UGH,” Hermione growled.

“Ugh?” Severus asked, one eyebrow arching as he looked up from his book.

“Yes.  Ugh.” Hermione crossed her arms over her distended belly as she sprawled out on the couch. “It’s decidedly hard to be cheery when your son has apparently decided to take up kickboxing in the womb.”

“Oh, so he’s my son now, is he?” Severus replied, pursing his lips as though trying to hold back a grin. “I seem to remember that getting on one’s last nerve was one of your…more innate talents.”

“Do you hear that?” Hermione said in a theatrical voice to her bump. “Your father thinks you’re talented.”

“I did not-” Severus stood up, a sudden glint shining in his eyes, and walked over to where Hermione was sitting.

“What are you-?” Hermione looked up at the looming figure of her husband just in time to see him wiggling his fingers in undulating waves above her as his expression grew playfully sinister.

“Oh, nothing,” Severus replied, his grin suggesting the opposite. “I just thought that I might assist in cheering you up after all.”

With that, he launched onto his wife, his fingers tickling at her various sensitive spots, many of which had grown more sensitive due to the hormonal shift of pregnancy.

Hermione was practically rolling around on the couch under his fingers, her head thrown back as she screeched with laughter.

“You absolute git!” she gasped, finally, when he was done, even though the words held no malice. “With the way you were carrying on, I could have gone into early labor, you know!”

“Oh, I think our little ninja knows that he’s got to stay inside and make his mummy miserable for as long as it takes him to arrive on time,” Severus replied, kissing her belly and then rising to kiss her on the lips softly. “Besides, he’s your son too.  He wouldn’t dare show up early without fully preparing for his first day, just like his mum.”

Hermione wrinkled her nose as he kissed it, grinning shyly up at him, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you, Severus?” she said, her voice containing a sense of affection and wonder that made his cheeks go a bit pink.

“Practice makes perfect, my love,” he purred back. “I’ve buggered things up so many times that I’m rather surprised that you still put up with me.”

“That’s because I love watching you splutter but soldier on despite the awkwardness,” Hermione said playfully, poking the tip of his nose and rising up on her tiptoes to kiss it. “It’s just one of the many reasons I love you.”

“And I you,” Severus mumbled into her hair, smiling at the sensation of her belly pressing against his ribcage before a particularly painful jab assaulted him right in the solar plexus. “Ow! He kicked me!”

“That’s just his way of saying he loves you,” Hermione snickered. “I’m well versed in this particular form of painful Morse Code.”

Severus ghosted his fingers over her belly in a ticklish, tapping motion.  “I L-O-V-E Y-O-U, Y-O-U L-I-T-T-L-E B-A-S-T-A-R-D.”

SEVERUS!” Hermione pulled away from him and shrieked in mock outrage. “Besides, he can’t be a bastard because we’re married.”

“You’d be surprised,” Severus said. “After all, my parents were very much married when I was conceived and yet look at me.  My levels of bastardness are legendary.”

“Git.”

“Wife.”

“Why would you even say that?”

“I thought we were calling each other what we are.” Severus was grinning outright by this point.

“I’m still in a bad mood.” Hermione said, hiding a smile behind her hand.

“Oh, yes, I can tell from all that grinning,” Severus replied sardonically. 

Hermione shook her head. “No fair.”

“I never said that it was,” Severus said, his eyebrows arching dangerously again. “But you do have to admit, it is rather effective.”

anonymous asked:

Heya, could I request a little scenario where the chocobros s/o comes home to find their young daughter had done their hair/makeup/nails as she was feeling sad and needed cheering up. Thank you in advance xx

This was a d o r a b l e to write. 🤗

I was smiling indefinitely throughout the writing process.

I hope this fills you with as much warmth as it did for me, anon.

Song: “I Have Friends In Holy Spaces” by Panic at the Disco


Prompto: Awaiting for his s/o to feast their eyes upon as they walk through the front door, Prompto struts flamboyantly around the living room, hands on his hips, lips pursed dramatically, strumbling childishly in a pair of heels that desperately cling to his oversized, sock covered feet. Their daughter an absolute mess of giggles, she lays on the couch, hands clutching at her stomach, as she takes in her silly father’s appearance. Once his s/o enters and takes in the garish image of Prompto’s now crimped and barrette covered hair, messily painted red lips, and glitter covered skin, there’s no doubt they’ll fall right into the rythym of their little girl, as they crumble into laughter on the couch. Prompto will give a playful wink and blow a kiss in his family’s direction, earning a flurry of whoops and cat calls from his s/o, who just can’t get enough of how ridiculous their silly lover looks. Once everybody has a chance to settle down, Prompto will continue carrying out his mission to make sure all memory of sadness and low mood evaporates away, as he sets to work on covering his daughters’s cheeks in lipstick kisses, building her laughter back up until there are tears of joy pooling at the edges of her smile crinkled eyes. Seeing Prompto go to such great lengths to make their daughter feel better will only deepen the already profound affection and care his s/o feels for him. And who doesn’t find a man who is good with kids charming?

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I Never Want to Lose You {Mark x Reader}

Hey I have a request! Mark is in a relationship with a tough girl who’s a soft person when they’re alone. She gets hurt when he’s on tour but he’ll be back in a week. During that week she couldn’t contact him and when he comes back, he finds her at the hospital. Happy please? - Request by cho-humnah

(h/t) = hair type

(h/l) = hair length

(h/c) = hair color

(d/h/c) = dyed hair color

There is something about (Y/N). She acts like a tough person. She always makes herself seem so tough. People always question she can seem so cool and level-headed in the most difficult of situations. But (Y/N) in reality, is just a big softy. The only person who gets to see this side of her is her boyfriend of 3 years, Mark Tuan. Yes the Mark Tuan from GOT7.

They were alone in the bedroom of (Y/N)’s bedroom of her small but comfortable apartment. The were cuddled up into each others arms. Mark running his left hand through (Y/N)’s (h/t) (h/l) hair. At this point (Y/N) was being lulled to sleep, until Mark spoke up.

“I miss your (h/c) hair. When is the (d/h/c) going to wash out?” Mark spoke. “I don’t know. Maybe next week.” I answered. “well I won’t be here to see your beautiful hair. I have a concert in Bangkok.” Mark said. “Why do always have concert and other stuff to do? I want you to be here with me at all times Mark.” I whined.

Mark stopped running his hand through my hair, “As much as I would love to stay here with you Y/N, I just can’t. I have people and my fans counting on me. I wish you would realize that.” “I do realize that Mark, but I feel as if we never get time to be a couple anymore. Even when you have free time, you sometimes don’t make an effort to spend time with me.” 

Mark moved away from me and got off the bed. “Look Y/N, there are times that I need to spend with my others friends and family as well.” “I know, but I want to be as important.” I said siting up on my bed. “You are as important.” “Sometimes I don’t feel like I am Mark.” I said with so much sadness in my tone of voice. “I’ll see you when I get back Y/N.” Mark said walking out my bedroom. 

I could hear his footsteps walk to my front, listening to it open. I heard the front door close but could no longer hear Mark’s footsteps anymore.


Mark’s POV

It’s been about a week since Y/N and I have talked to each other and I miss her very much. I couldn’t contact her at all because of the busy schedule but I plan to make it up to her once I get. 

I feel bad that I had just walked out on her when she was feeling alone and let out. I should have comforted her instead of just leaving. I plan on making it up to her. I will show her that I do love and that she is very important to me. I get butterflies just thinking about her.


After our final performance, I got a call from Y/N’s older brother telling me that she had been in a car accident. I got a plane ticket to the quickest flight back home so that I could see her, leaving the rest of my members behind.

When I got back to Korea, I called her brother to ask what hospital she was in at the moment. She was at Severance Hospital. I rushed there as quick as I could. When I entered the hospital, I asked fro what room Y/N was in and rushed to go find it as soon as possible. 

When I found the room, I barged in looking for Y/N. “Mark is that you?” Y/N asked with a very horsed voice. “Yeah it’s me.” I said pulling her into a tight hug. “You’re not supposed to be back until tomorrow.” She said. “I know. As soon as I heard the news, I can as soon as I could. You’re very important to me and I never want to lose you.” I said , loosening the hug a little. “Thank yo Mark.” She said. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Mark.”


*Bonus

“By the way, what happened?” Mark asked. “I was driving home from the grocery store and there was a crazy driver that ran a red light and crashed into me as I was driving.” Y/N said. “Did you get his license number?” BamBam asked. “We are ready to kill anyone for you Y/N.” Yugyeom said. “I don’t think that is necessary.” Y/N said, shivering at what the boys might do. “You guys you have to think of a plan first.” Jinyoung said. “Y/N is right guys. It is not necessary right now. We wait until Y/N gets better before we can kill whoever caused this.” Jaebum said with fake sympathy. “You’re right. Y/N can help help when she is all healed.” Youngjae said. “I already planned out the blueprints. Let’s look over it.” Jackson said. 

“Guys! We are not killing anyone!” Y/N yelled.


Sorry it took me a long time to write. I had writers block, along with some homework and other things as well. I hope you like it.  Requests are open

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can you put of how iKON would kiss they're girlfriends. (Bobby, Dongkyuk, Jinhwan).

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Bobby: Definitely the type to hold you face and look at you for a few seconds just to savour it. He’d smile and lean in, oozing charm. He’d be so SO into it. Expect long kisses and long eye contact until you literally melt into him. 

Originally posted by ohmikon

Donghyuk: Sweet, like sticky sweet. Affectionate, each kiss would be like him shouting “I love you” to the world. He’d love it the most when you put your arms around his shoulders. He’d always ask for another one as soon as the first one ended. 

Originally posted by bi-ai

Jinhwan: This boy is gunna use his tongue and use it W E L L. He’d almost always lose track of where you were and make it inappropriate. He’s gunna play with your hair too. He’d like the moment right after the kiss is done when you’re still a little stupid the most. 

-Kaz

Look, I need a Kimi no Na wa AU  i m m e d i a t e l y

Kanda with the red cord in his hair, throwing it to Allen, who wears it around his neck…

Those losers writing バ神田 and もやし on each other’s faces,

Allen waking up groping Kanda’s peccs

Allen freaking out EVERYONE by smiling as Kanda

Kanda freaking out everyone by acting violent/profane as Allen

Allen basically helping to heal Kanda’s friendships/relationships with Alma and everyone else

Kanda basically solving Allen’s financial problems through threat of violence alone lmao and beating up all the debt collectors, and Allen bursting out in laughter because he didn’t want to use violence but Kanda made them fuck off so easily

The meteor fragment threatening to destroy Kanda’s town

Allen who takes his place, Kanda safe in Allen’s body, absolutely livid at Allen’s goodbye message wishing him happiness, and happiness with Alma

Kanda basically being like “fuck you” and trying to find Allen (who’s in Kanda’s body), searching desperately for him, meeting at twilight / 片割れ時

Kanda calling Allen’s name for the first and last time before their time splits apart, him smiling for the first time, and it’s so different coming from the real him

Allen wants to write down his name, but wants to say how he feels, but can’t put it into words. The pen drops.

Them not being able to remember the other’s name, then changing the past together along with Lenalee and Alma, then returning to their original bodies

Them meeting again years later in London 🙏 as if something there was calling out to Kanda

Kanda doesn’t even remember his name. He cries out immediately, “Beansprout…!!”

And Allen, smiling while correcting him.

Deduction.

Ignis is undergoing psychological training to further prepare him for the role of chief analyst and right hand to future King Noctis. This is very different from anything I’ve shared with you all! I honestly don’t know where it came from, I was reading another fic (who I’ll tag in a moment) stopped mid sentence- and feverishly began writing this. I hope you enjoy….? *gulps

TLDR; DAD HAS A HARD TIME OKAY ;A;

 TW: Mental torture (?) Thriller. 

 Today he was in his parents’ house. The house where he’d grown up in Insomnia. His mother and father were both aging beautifully, and they welcomed him with open arms, beaming with pride at their son. 

“I’m making your favorite, my dear!”, his mom said in her usual chipper tone. “Mother,” Ignis began to protest, yet knowing all the wiser. “All these years of making me things, why not let me make you something for a change, hm?” “Where do you think you got the love of cooking from young man” she playfully retorted.

 “Yeah, let the woman alone!” his father chimed in, cracking a smile. 

 His parents. The only people he’d humor enough to let take care of him even for an instant. He did it mostly out of respect. He wouldn’t dare put up a real fight with his mother (she’d raised him better than that). 

“Father”, he nodded, finally being able to greet him while his mother was in the kitchen, humming to herself as she prepped the kitchen. 

“Come sit with me, my boy”. He gestured to the seat next to him on the couch, his words, full of warmth. Ignis joined him, his chest tightening, swelling with love for the man he hoped to be half as great as one day. His father took his hand, simply beaming at his boy, and the man he’d become. It was softer than Ignis had remembered, his grasp lightened with age. 

“Ignis, i’m so very prou- 

 *BAM*

 Ignis’ heart shot out of his chest, the following scream he heard could only be that of his mother. He whipped his head around to reveal that she was trapped under part of the roof that’d come crashing down in the explosion. Shots rang out from overhead, and flying Niflheim tanks littered the sky. 

“We’re under attack!!” Ignis ran towards his mother who lay on the ground, oven mitt still on her hand. Another shot rung out crashing through the living room when he heard his father shout in agony. He was hit, and was bleeding from the gut. 

 “Ignis, sweetheart!” he heard his mom pleaded with him to help her. 

“I-ignis…” his father managed to mumble, blood spurting from his lips. After a moment’s hesitation, the cinematics slowed around him, waiting for him, allowing him time to make his choice. 

“I- I…” he looked down at his mother cradled in his arms. 

“STASIS”, he yelled. A wreck, and shaking. His mother disintegrated in his arms, and the room reset to it’s default of sickly white, with slightly flickering fluorescent lights that only added to the abysmal mood of the room. 

 “Mission objective: f a i l e d”, rang through the room. A different tri-tone voice came over the loud speaker, preceded only by the sound of a button being pressed, followed by a faint crackling silence. 

 “You’ve now exhausted your hault stasis for the month, Mr. Scientia.” 

“I know”, he said. Slumped on the ground where the image of his mother lay dying before him was, not only a minute prior. “I know”, he repeated. This time, defeat hung on his words. Anger building where fear had been, he began to kick himself internally for being too weak, too indecisive, and too slow to complete the mission. That was the third time he’d been unable to complete his Rapid Deduction test. He knew he needed work in this area. Hostage Negotiations VR had been relatively smooth, and gone without a hitch. Same goes for Strategic Planning VR, but his Rapid Deduction reasoning brought him to his knees every time. 

How was he to know which life he should save? His mother or his father. Who thinks about that kind of thing? Except, he knew the answer. It was him. He was expected to think of these things, to test him, and his mind. To make life changing decisions at a moment’s notice. 

 “That’s…enough, for one day” he finally said, bringing himself up to his feet. He heard the sssshhhhss sound of the air tight lock release on the sliding doors, and he left the virtual reality room without a second glance back. Tomorrow would be another day. Who knows what the scenario would be, but tomorrow, he’d be ready. 

Sometimes he wished his strength lie in the physical realm like Gladio. He has it so much easier. Physical labor- he’d take that any day, over his plot. Lift 1,000 lbs total, a day? Sure. Anything to escape an instant of the mental torture he’s put through. Similar to physical strength, he knows mental strength builds over time. “It’ll come”, he whispers to himself, walking to his car getting ready to drive home. “But i’m going to have to increase my stamina, and to do that i’ll need to be alert, awake, and at pique functioning capacity”.

 The next morning, he set out for his usual coffee place. “Ah, Mr. Scientia! Room for cream and sugar? Same as always?” chirped the cute barrister, brown ponytail bobbing.

 He paused, deep in thought.

 “Just black- thank you”

 “Ohh, something new today, I see?” she giggled. “Alright-one ebony it is! You betchya- coming right up sir” and she bounced away to prepare his cup to go.

 ***

 The tri-tone voice came over the intercom again (if he ever found out which of the Kingsguard was behind the two way glass..he’d..he’d…. )

He was never able to really finish the thought, seeing as he couldn’t really do anything to the Kingsguard, but if he could..it woulda been something bad.

 “Shall we begin again, Mr. Scientia” the familiar tri-tone voice rung out through the intercom, filling the VR room. Ignis met the voice with silence.

Click.

 “Shall we begin again, Mr. Scientia.”

A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, and landed on the ground. How long had he been watching his loved ones die at this point. Three? Four? Five hours? 

Click.

 The press of the button filled the room, followed by the predictable crackling white noise, and the tri tone voice once more.

“Shall we begin again Mr. Scientia.” Ignis exhaled sharply through his nose, his hair clinging to his forehead, matted with sweat. His shirt, soaked through, revealing the muscles of his lean torso, and his heaving chest.

 “Yes.” 

Noctis had been knocked unconscious. Gladio’s pelvis had been crushed by the red giant and he was now bleeding out from the massive wound. If Ignis could just get him the high elixer in time…but Prompto can’t survive against the giant foe for long on his own. He’s wasted too much time in thought. 

“Mission: F A I L E D”

 There had to be a way to save them both. There had to be. What was he missing, what clue was he missing. He knows he needs to move faster. No- think faster. Each time he tries to save them both he’s met with the same outcome. 

 “Mission: F A I L E D”

 Hot tears begin to cloud his vision, his eyes, feral, darting from one friend to the other. Wetness leaves his eyes having to watch his friends cry out for his aid and die over, and over. This simulation…it was becoming too much for him. He felt his mind begin to seer, and bubble underneath his skull.

 “I CAN’T”, his eyes going wild behind his glasses. “You bastards. I know you can hear me!”, demanding that someone from behind the double glass, covered by the running simulation have mercy on him.

 “Someone” he pleads. 

 Click. The tri-tone voice came over the intercom. 

 “Again.”

 Mustering all the composure he had, and speaking through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on the floor “If…I could only have a glass of wat-”

 “Shall we begin again, Mr.Scientia” the tri- tone voice rang out once more. He wished desperately he’d not used all his halt stasis for the month. Gods, did he need them now. A soft “yes” managed to escape his lips. The words heavy with defeat did not carry far, and were almost immediately lost to the vast space of the room. 

Click. “Shall we begin agai-” 

“YES!!” his fists slammed into his legs in a hot fury. “YES. For Gods sake, yes.” Click. “Composure, Mr Scientia” the trill tone voice rings out, monotonously. 

Ignis, takes his glasses off and rubs the bridge of his nose, clenching his jaw together. He unbuttons his shirt, sweat pooling in the nook of his collar bones. “Proceed” he says sternly. A newfound determination, forming within him. He could save Gladio, but would he be happy without his lower body? Would he be able to find new meaning in life, no longer being able to live up to his father’s legacy? His entire family’s legacy? No. Ignis decided, you just can’t be sure. You can’t make decisions by what people might do. To save Gladio would mean leaving Prompto, who was basically a civilian. Not just any civilian. He just so happened to be Noctis’ closest friend. Ignis thought back, his mind racing, deducing, cycling through possibilities and probable outcomes of his actions in his mind’s eye. When Prompto had joined them in training for fun, he’d needed help on ¾ of the missions. That’s a 75% chance that he can’t survive without the assistance of at least one other person. Ignis’ eyes were darting around from Prompto, to Gladio who was in desperate need of that high elixr, back to Prompto, who couldn’t last much longer on his own. How would the King survive without the company if the one person who keeps him grounded? Prompto’s friendship is paramount to Noctis’ mental stability. Amicitia is of nobility though. His family, and his purpose practically bred into his DNA to protect the king, to train him, make him stronger. Gladio is an indispensable resource just with knowledge of combat alone, Ignis thinks. Noctis needs Gladio’s knowledge to be able to protect himself. 

Friends come second to the will of what the burden of the throne commands. 

 “Iggy, man! Prompto’s needs help! Ngh-” Gladio’s eyes rolled back in pain. Ignis turned away from Prompto. 

“I-Iggy? Iggy, buddy! Iggy!” Prom screamed, desperately trying to bring his friend back to his aid. Ignis’ choice marked the point of no return. He could feel his heart, ripping in two while he administered the high elixr to Gladio, only to be met with, “What in the Gods name is wrong with you! I could have handled this pain! Prompto! Ignis-” Gladio yells through his tears, “Prompto is dying!”

Red Giant still at large, Prompto laid on the ground, having suffered a final rib crushing blow to the chest. His eyes glassed over, a vacant expression on his face, mouth slightly parted, a tear falling over his star dusted cheeks and Ignis broke.

 “Objective: c o m p l e t e” rang through the room as it reset to its standard sickly white walls, and flickering fluorescent lights. He’d watched the look of betrayal color his friend’s eyes as they died by his actions a thousand times. A thousand times he’d have to choose what life to save, and when. Calculating who survives and who doesn’t if the time came down to it, and weighing one against the other. 

 Regis or Luna.

 Luna or Noctis.

 Prompto or Luna.

 Gladio or Iris.

 Iris or Prompto.

Time after time he’s met with incomprehensible combinations of loved ones. His heart shredding apart with each simulation. He learned not to show emotional weakness, and keep up his prim and proper image in the presence of others. If he couldn’t keep himself in check, how would he ever be able to keep the affairs of a king in order? Before long, he’s mastering almost any scenario, achieving the best possible outcomes, despite seemingly insurmountable odds. His training served him well throughout his journey with Noctis, Prompto, and Gladio on their way to the wedding in Lestallum. Ignis managed to keep the group alive, through otherwise fatal encounters. “Iggy!”, the prince would say, having exhausted all his resources. “I’ve got just the thing!” he’d reply, coming up with the perfect remedy in the heat of battle to defeat whatever foe blocked their path. During the fall of Leviathian, he’d been tasked with evacuating the citizens as quickly as possible. In the stampede of people rushing through the flood gates, a mother and her three children were making their hasty escape, her arms already already tied with two infants, her 5 year old had no choice but to run by her side. However, the influx of people managed to separate her from her oldest child. What’s worse, is that Niff soldiers were descending on the crowd, and the child found himself face to face with a Magitek trooper in the chaos.

 Ignis protested against his automatic thoughts, that were saying self preservation over the lives of a civilian. No. This is wrong. He thought. This is wrong. He managed to force one leg in front of the other, bursting into a sprint, his nerves on fire in rebellion against his conditioning. Mission failed rang through his mind at a maddening pace growing louder in his mind the closer he got to the child, when soon his mind’s voice was screaming MISSION FAILED. He didn’t care, this wasn’t a VR mission. This was real life. 

He pushed through his thoughts as he pulled the child to safety, he felt the slice of white hot iron to eyes. He’d been struck. 

 “Thank you! Thank the gods for you!” the mother managed through her sobs, clinging to her child. “Thank the gods for you! Thank the gods for you!” she said to Ignis, while littering her son’s face with kisses. His knees gave way, and he was taken under by the searing pain as his body met the blackness of the asphalt. 

His final thought before succumbing to the pain- objective complete.