and then i get frustrated because they're not turning out how i want them

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1- About Tony being the Villians' Favorite: CW happened and they get access to footage of the Siberia fight and they realize that cap could have killed Tony and they're like "how dare you???? Who do you think you are???" and at this point it's not even about who is going to kill Iron Man anymore, it's because Tony is the only one able the keep up with them, he gives them a good challenge, he has the best sarcastic answers for all the villian monologue, they don't even want to harm people anymore

2- they want to fight Tony to see who has the best weapons, who is smarter (it’s always Tony) so the rogues come back and they realize something: the bad guys barely attack Tony, they go out of their way to avoid attacking Tony and antagonize team cap and when confronted with this they say “well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how

3- how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind” (and they keep getting her name wrong, they call her wilma, wendy, marta omg i love this headcanon where no one gets her name right)


Why thank you for this brilliant headcanon, darling! (I love that mixing up Wanda’s name post too, wasn’t there one where Thor always got it wrong and played stupid? It’s brilliant)

I just really like that the villains enjoy fighting Iron Man because he’s as much of a drama queen as they are–he knows how to put on, and more importantly how to appreciate, a good show, you know? Fighting Iron Man is like playing a really challenging game of chess, where they take each other’s weapons and minions out without hesitation, but even when the king loses, he’s never actually taken off the board (yup that metaphor sucks, I apologise to every chess player out there). 

And well, of course it’s also about pride. Everything is about pride. The villains who most frequently engage with Iron Man in combat obviously keep a score. They keep an eye on who gets the most hits in, who deals the most damage, who does a strategical retreat and so on. They also keep track on which Avenger is the most likely to interrupt their fun, so they know whom to take out in the beginning of a fight.

Only then one of them gets their hands on footage of a certain Siberian bunker and this shit suddenly gets serious. Iron Man could’ve been taken out (worth 150 points) by someone who isn’t even recognises as an official player and THAT CAN NOT STAND. 

(It’s got nothing to do with the fact that maybe Tony Stark isn’t all that bad, you know, for a superhero. Nope. It’s all about the game and wanting those 150 points to themselves. Their professional pride is on the line here, okay. It’s not because of feelings. Feelings aren’t a part of the villain manual.)

So, they adapt. They’re villains, they’re used to it. Admittedly usually because the hero pulls some impossible stunt at the last second because they stubbornly refuse to die, but that’s neither here nor there.

First, they assign someone to keep track on Stark. It’s not a protective duty. It’s just…an insurance. To make sure no outside influence becomes a serious threat to their fun. Besides after all this time they’ve invested into fighting Iron Man, should he ever actually lose, they all agree they have earned this honour. Not some lucky upstart or fucking turncoat.

Second, certain forces need to be taken out. Officially it’s destroying the competition–a perfectly acceptable, villainous goal–, unofficially some people take their hatred for Iron Man a little too far. And when you already have to watch out for the supposed heroes, you can’t afford some crazy nutcase to pop up every time you turn your back on Stark.

Then the Rogue Avengers come back. The villains have dragged it out for as long as possible, an obscene amount of bribes have gone into ensuring the Congress isn’t too forgiving too quickly, but Stark is determined to get the Rogues pardoned for whatever reason, and that’s not a battle they can win in the long run.

And that’s a problem. The Rogues have access to Stark in ways they have not. Thankfully at least Stark doesn’t stay at the Avengers’ compound anymore. That gives them a small reprieve.

(They don’t worry. Villains do not worry. It’s not in their genetic code, nor their moral codex for that matter.)

There’s a very serious discussion about grazing the stupid compound into the ground, but in the end they decide not to do it. For one, the risk of the Rogues being granted access to the Stark Tower is just too great. For another, it’s convenient to have a return address they could graze into the ground, should the Rogues ever cross a certain line.

Next, the villains create a time table. Whereas the media used to joke about the ‘weekly villain attacks’ back in the day, there are now carefully scheduled weekly attacks for real. It helps them to vent some of their frustration, at the right target no less. It also has the added benefit of keeping the Rogues busy.

Of course Iron Man joins in on the fun more often than not, but he isn’t the main target like he used to be, isn’t singled out. If anything it’s the Rogues that are being singled out, and they always bear the brunt of the fight.

(They do not go easy on Iron Man. They do not. They have simply shifted the focus of their game. Damage dealt to the Rogues is now worth way more points than before, and since every villain wants to take the lead, it’s only rational they concentrate on the most worth-while targets. That’s all there is to it.)

The first time one of them makes Wanda Maximoff scream in rage is an accident. To their great shame it’s not even a real villain who accomplishes it, it’s a fairly new minion who interrupts the shouting match between his boss and the witch with an annoyed, “Oh, shut up, Wen–Vick–Wally, whoever the fuck you are, I’m trying to concentrate here!”

It becomes a running gag then, to never call the witch by her name, and the longer they keep the joke alive, the more frustrated the witch becomes.

(The minion gets a well-earned raise.)

Eventually the Rogues catch on. Eventually they begin to ask questions. Giving them more ridiculous answers every time becomes another running gag. Inevitably though Rogers eventually runs into Cross Bones who has a tendency of taking his fights with Captain America too personal.

“Well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind!” he snaps. Then uses the frozen state of the stunned Captain to his advantage to break the man’s nose with a very satisfying crack. Because, hello, villain.

(He then promptly dives to the side to push a crying kid out of the way a crumbling building. Not because he cares about who gets hurt of course. Villains don’t care about this stuff. But everyone knows Tony Stark cares about it.)

He gets twenty-five points for breaking Roger’s nose. He also gets a “I don’t know why, but if a guy like Cross Bones decides to save a kids’ life I’m not gonna sit around complaining about it.” and a thumbs up from Tony Stark in that night’s talk show. 

(He does not care more about the thumbs up than about the points. His fellow villains are not jealous.)

There are a lot of villains-saving-civilians-and-innocent-bystanders incidents after that.

(Not that anyone cares what Tony Stark thinks. The saving people thing simply earns them bonus points. Bonus points are important.)

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Fic prompt: Bitty accidentally says something really hurtful to Jack when he's angry over the phone (like from Georgia or something). Jack takes it the wrong way and begins to panic and shut people out. Bitty doesn't realize what he's done until Jack doesn't reply to his apology a few days later and people text bitty because they're worried about Jack. Bitty has to quick find Jack and fix what he did and help him feel better

“You don’t understand!” Bitty shouts over the phone.

“But I do, Bits,” Jack retaliates for the umpteenth time this conversation.

“Jack, stop,” Bitty pleads, pressing the palm of his hand hard against his shut eyes. “You don’t, alright. You can’t. You haven’t grown up the way I did.”

“But I still–”

“Honey.”

Bitty isn’t sure if it’s the crack in his voice, but Jack goes silent on the other end.

Bitty sighs out roughly. Time apart is meant to be good for their relationship–absence makes the heart grow fonder–but all it seems to have done for Jack and Bitty is create tension and frustration.

“Eric,” Jack begins as Bitty is trying to calm his breathing. It’s not the way he says it normally; soft and reverent. No, this is like the angry spike of syllables he got from Jack in his first year at Samwell. This is a slap in the face.

“No,” he says firmly, then hangs up before he adds on anything else that his heart is tempting him with by telling him it will feel so good to get off his chest. He’s got enough sense to know that he’d regret that when he’s cooled down. He doesn’t want to lose Jack, lord how much he doesn’t want that.

Bitty turns his phone off and keeps it off for the rest of the night. His fingers itch, and he knows that even if he doesn’t text Jack, he’d be tweeting something vague and passive-aggressive which will only cause worry for his followers, some of which belong to the SMH.

-

The next morning Bitty sleeps in after having stayed up late baking. He opens his eyes slowly, aware that this morning he’s going to have to turn his phone back on and face the fact of his conversation with Jack last night.

He does it like ripping a band-aid off. Phone on, apology text sent, then he leaves it on his nightstand and heads downstairs.

He eats, then he bakes and listens to his music louder than normal. He’s calm now, last night’s frustration gone, and ready to talk to Jack about what he actually meant.

Upstairs, sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands, Bitty is stumped. There’s no response from Jack. He sends another text, asking Jack to call him later in the evening, and leaves his phone beside his laptop on the desk and he starts editing a vlog entry.

That evening, there’s no call. No text either, which worries Bitty as it’s outside Jack’s normal mode of operation. The smallest bit of doubt trembles in his fingers as he sends another text to Jack close to midnight, just to check that everything is okay.

Two days go by with no communication from Jack. It’s strange, and what’s stranger are the messages flooding his inbox from what seems like every contact he has but Jack. They’re all variations on the same sentiment.

Hey Bits. Jack talked to you recently? He’s not answering my emails. Thx.

Bruh is Jack giving you radio silence too?

Could you let Jack know I’ve sent him those spreadsheets? Calls aren’t going through. Thanks man.

Do you know if Jack’s gone away or something?

Have you talked to Jack?

Is Jack talking to you?

Have you talked to Jack?

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I feel like tsukishima and yamaguchi are both terrible at communicating in different ways. I know tsukishima is one that’s usually considered bad at communicating (and I can totally see how) but please consider that yamaguchi…

  • has yet to share his internal turmoil about not being a starter with anyone
  • went off the team to an outside, rather unaffiliated adult for help instead of to his upperclassmen or teachers
  • shares more about tsukishima than he does about himself and subconsciously uses tsukishima as a social shield
  • clams up after losing to seijoh
  • held off on talking to tsukishima about real ass things that bothered him until his emotions boiled over and he ended up just screaming his emotions to his best friend in the middle of the night in a rather public place
  • (and as it turns out, tsukishima actually had no problems accepting yamaguchi’s words and heard him out with minimal resistance so all of yamaguchi’s internal reasons for not speaking up sooner just kind of flew out the window)
  • will 100% say nothing is wrong when everything is going to shit
  • has never ever verbalized his emotions in any serious context to any of his teammates
  • won’t talk to his best friend about Important Things™ sometimes because he’s afraid it’ll annoy him enough and he’ll presumably stop being friends with him despite not having any evidence supporting that theory
  • is super competitive but rarely shows it
  • is the kind of guy that you look back and realize you know very little about personally
  • is the kind of guy who blows up at people for not knowing things he didn’t actually communicate or suddenly bursts with boiled-over frustration and leaves you going “um where did that come from?”
  • apologizes the next day and insists you forget about it and that he’s just fine and nothing is wrong haha dw about it
  • has really only cracked jokes with tsukishima and (very recently) hinata
  • tends to dance around topics or questions that he doesn’t want to answer
  • sucks at communicating despite being so bubbly and talkative

Don’t get me wrong, tsukishima has his own issues with communication to be sure, but they’re different. Tsukishima simply refuses to communicate on important things 90% of the time, especially if the issue really bothers him because that’s getting into emotions and that’s not what he’s here for. He’s embarrassed and a bit awkward about sharing so he cages off instead, and he doesn’t do well with approaching people who don’t approach him first. But on the flip side, he seems to own his lack of skill better and has less hang ups about it. At the very least he doesn’t seem bothered when people don’t know much about him because no duh, how could they understand him or his feelings if he doesn’t share? That’s tsukishima’s take on it and he’s got it on the nose there. Also, when directly confronted or when he actually decides to open up by himself, tsukishima’s words are very honest and blunt and they invite little room for misunderstandings. 

Yamaguchi’s communication problems stem from a different place. He’s a great communicator… to an extent. Whereas tsukishima’s hang up is just that he’s a very private person who feels uncomfortable opening up, yamaguchi’s stems from the fact that he wants to but is simultaneously too embarrassed or afraid to. He’d like to both communicate how he’s feeling and keep his cards close to his chest, and since he can’t actually have it both ways his emotions end up being turned into some sort of ticking time bomb. He holds anything he feels is too important to share at bay until that’s no longer an option and he blows up at someone or something very suddenly. Like he kinda wants people to know about things but my god he doesn’t want to have to tell them. And even when he is opening up he’ll often stall or dance around the issue a bit. Yamaguchi is a good talker and he’s more of an extrovert than tsukishima, but that doesn’t make him a master communicator by any stretch of the imagination. 

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CLOSET NERD OTABEK TEACHING YURI TO PLAY A VIDEO GAME BY PUTTING HIS HANDS OVER YURI'S AND THEY'RE BOTH A BLUSHING MESS

When he hears Yuri let out another curse at the screen, he can’t hold in the laugh that escapes him.

“Don’t laugh at me, asshole!” Yuri exclaims, turning his glare towards him. From the corner of his eye he can see the character finally out of his misery, and the glaring ‘Game Over’ screen that appears only makes Yuri even more ticked off.

To be honest, it’s cute. Not that he’d ever tell him that.

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nonuniqueindie  asked:

#74 of ways to say I love you, any omgcp pairing

74. “We can share.” I was going to do this for Charmer, but it was giving me writer’s block until I realized on the way home today it wanted to be Nurseydex.


Dex blew out an angry breath as he stared at the now completely empty baggage carousel. The color stood high in his cheeks, and his hair was sticking up on one side where he’d been gripping it in frustration. Nursey wanted to smooth it down, but restrained himself, as he had been for months. Years, possibly. He was getting good at it.

“It’s taunting me,” Dex said flatly.

“What is?” Nursey asked, seated atop his own suitcase, pushing it back and forth idly on the wheels. He hadn’t fallen over yet, amazingly, and he was now actually timing himself to see how long that would last.

“The baggage… thing. With its complete and total lack of baggage. Mine in particular.”

“Noticed that, did you?” Nursey tried to bite back his grin, but suspected he probably failed.

Dex scowled. “Shut up.” Yup, definitely failed. “I should have known something like this would happen. I should have turned down Jack’s offer of tickets and just stayed home. Why did I need to come to the beach here? I live at the beach. There was no reason for me to come. Now the universe is punishing me.”

Nursey planted his feet and started ticking off reasons on his fingers. “It’s an SMH reunion for all of Bitty’s peeps, you know this. You miss me and C during the summer, don’t front. You are occasionally allowed to have fun. And no one in their right mind turns down a free plane ticket from an NHL star.”

Chowder came bouncing up just then, preventing Dex from continuing to try to glare his bag into existence. “The airline said it should be here tomorrow! It was still back in Maine and got loaded onto the next plane after yours. They’ll deliver to the house for us and everything!”

Dex raised an eyebrow. “Really? Did you point out to them that the house we’re staying at is four hours away from the airport?”

Chowder’s face fell. “Oh. Maybe I told them the address wrong? But that was what they said! I could go check again?”

Nursey stood up. “Nah, C, you go find Cait. I got this.”

Chowder looked uncertainly between the two of them. “Are you sure? You really shouldn’t start the trip off with a fight.”

“No fights, I promise. I got it.”

“You got it, huh?” Dex asked, irritated, but quietly, so Chowder wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah, I got it. Come on.” Nursey tugged him in the direction of the lost luggage office. “If there’s anything my, and I’m about to quote you here, ‘overprivileged childhood’ prepared me for, it’s dealing with airlines losing luggage. I have found myself sans belongings on multiple continents now, let me tell you. Always a fun time.” He held open the door to the little office and gestured Dex in with a grand flourish.

Ten minutes later, he’d charmed the very tired-looking woman at the desk into a complete recap of how they’d located Dex’s luggage, exactly where it was now, and given her three different ways to reach them when it arrived the next day.

He slung his arm around Dex’s shoulders and guided him back out. “’s all good, bro, see? They know where your shit is, it’s not going to be one of those permanently lost in the ether situations.”

Dex sighed, looking resigned. “I just… what am I going to do tonight? And tomorrow?”

“We can share.”

Dex looked over at Nursey in surprise. “Do what now?”

“Share. We’re the same height, and I always overpack for vacations. Consequence of traveling with my mother; she can never decide what we’ll be doing ahead of time, so we’re expected to anticipate all things.”

“I don’t… I mean, okay, I just don’t want to be… like, an inconvenience or anything…”

Nursey stopped. Fuck it, he decided. He took his arm off Dex’s shoulders so he could look him in the eye. “Dex. Haven’t you figured it out yet? There’s nothing I wouldn’t share with you.”

Dex stared at him, presumably in shock. Nursey braced himself. “Oh,” Dex said. “Oh.” And then he got a fistful of Nursey’s shirt and kissed him.

It didn’t last long; Nursey was grinning too much. “Glad you came after all, Poindexter?”

Dex’s ears turned an adorable shade of red, but his voice was entirely sure when he answered, “Yeah, I really am.”

Caffeine Challenge #15

“It’s kind of like the Hangover,” Selene observes. She’s not even breathing hard, power walking down the hall of their hotel in heels like she does this every Friday night. “You know? That move with Zack Gal–”

“Oh - my - god,” Heather pants, fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of her skirt so that it doesn’t get caught under her wedges. “Oh god, we’re in a dude movie!”

At the head of the pack, Ryan stops, spinning on her stiletto to glare. She’s the only one in a dress short enough not to have to hold it and she puts her hands on her hips.

“We are not,” she hisses, “in a dude movie. This isn’t like the Hangover because we haven’t lost her!”

Heather and Selene look at each other and then back to Ryan. They’ve been following her lead all night, respecting her place as maid of honor, but Ryan knows it’s only a matter of time before that changes.

Witches don’t particularly like playing follow the leader.

“Well,” Selene says at last, “do we know where Kim is?”

“No,” Ryan says, “but–”

“Has she responded to any of our messages?” Heather asks.

Ryan pulls her phone out of her cleavage to check her messages and winces. “Well, no, but–”

“Does anyone remember what happened this afternoon?” Selene asks.

Heather wrinkles her nose. “There was a unicorn? I think? Or a donkey with a very convincing aura.”

Selene does jazz hands. “We lost the bride and we’re in the Hangover.”

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anonymous asked:

The new fans who just go "awww they're such good friends!!" Meanwhile they're making out in their tour bus

oh my god i am so here for this au okay lemme Expand on this

  • tristan is still famous but piper holds this as a closely guarded secret from literally everyone, including annabeth and reyna (i’m just rlly feelin this whole Angsty Teen Movie where she’s got Big Dreams that she wants to achieve without daddy’s help al;ksdjf)
  • she gets gigs on her own in bars and nightclubs or whatever. her voice is beautiful and her audience is always thrilled with her, but she doesn’t have enough of a unique kinda vibe that could make her famous.
  • reyna and hylla used to play on sidewalks for change, they were the Small Town Girls With Big Time Dreams hoping to get a record deal
  • hylla eventually becomes responsible and jaded and gets a job and is kind of annoyed when reyna still wants to pursue music.
  • they part ways kind of bitterly, but reyna really is serious about music. she’s absolutely lethal with a guitar, and anyone who’s heard her play is surprised she isn’t more successful (she has some kind of unique Sound like idk she’s like eddie van halen and built her own guitar or something)
  • piper and reyna book a gig at the same seedy bar one night, purely out of coincidence.
  • they will joke a lot later about how the first time reyna saw piper, she was literally standing in a spotlight and angels were singing (even if the angel was piper herself)
  • reyna’s like, TOTALLY smitten the instant she sees piper and knows immediately that she wants to break her out of this dingy bar and tour the country together making music forever.
  • so that’s what they do!!
  • reyna finds her after she gets off stage and gushes about how talented she is, and of course piper is hugely flattered. (can you honestly fucking imagine reyna saying to piper “what’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” im gonna LOSE it l;kdjkl;fj. she doesn’t actually say that though but like. ima G IN E)
  • somehow they end up on stage together? the audience is probably cheering for an encore for piper and piper is sort of embarrassed because reyna is supposed to go but reyna’s like nah, stay up with me
  • ANYWAY reyna starts wailing out “i love rock ‘n’ roll” and they belt it out together like they’ve practiced it for years and they have this instant musical connection and like??? keep making dramatic eye contact at each other while they’re singing at their respective microphones….
  • they finish and the crowd is like going WILD for them (they hadn’t noticed while they were playing bc they were so wrapped up in each other honestly wtf)
  • THIS IS THE SONG THEY DO NEXT oh my god imagine imagine piper doing this on stage with reyna..i’d die
  • they do the most badass cover of i kissed a girl ever and piper changes the lyrics????? to make it explicit that she kisses girls and doesn’t have a boyfriend?? and reyna KNOWS it’s intentional bc like she literally changed the lyrics and keeps making bedroom eyes at her like honestly…..damn piper y u so smooth
  • i was gonna make it a slow burn but honestly like they hook up that very night lmao
  • the video of i kissed a girl goes viral and that is how they get that Lesbian Attention bc like honestly it’s rlly cute and u can actually see the moment piper stops just singing the song and starts flirting, it’s like halfway through the second verse she’s like “no i don’t even know your name…” and then she kind’ve giggles into the microphone and says “but it really matters” and turns around to look back at reyna who is staring at her with REALLY HUGE EYES…omg
  • anyway that video rlly helps them bc after that they start a youtube channel and they do a bunch of badass covers and become pretty successful, and eventually they get a record deal
  • piper writes the lyrics to their songs and reyna writes the music. piper of course sings lead vocals but reyna can do backup, and they harmonize really nicely.
  • they’re successful in their like little Niche of fans, but they don’t Make It Big. they’re disappointed and frustrated that things seemed to have stalled….which brings us to annabeth
  • um honestly the only way i can see annabeth bein into music is if her parents were? so that’s how they met. her mom was some young starlet who wanted to be a singer, swept her dad off her feet, had a baby, and then fucked off to get a record deal with little heed for her kid. annabeth gets it in her head at a young age that she can get her mom’s attention if she becomes even better than her.
  • annabeth doesn’t do anything half way so she plays like 8 instruments and she’s fucking good at all of them. annabeth’s mom is a deadbeat though and once annabeth figures out she’ll never be good enough, she decides to get so much more famous than her mom’s failed pop star career out of pure spite.
  • n like, it works. she has a successful solo career. she’s a very talented musician and a good singer. she’s right on the edge of being an A-lister, but she’s not quite there yet.
  • only problem: she’s unhappy because fame can’t buy happiness (this is actually a study in how many cliches can i cram into this)
  • she’s also missing like, the soul of her music? her fans are starting to complain that she’s a sell out and the grit and rawness that used to make her music so great is now just commercialized and mainstream (it wouldn’t bother her except that they’re right; she barely writes her own stuff anymore)
  • she’s honestly like trying to work through her issues with her mom i bet and like it just makes her whole career feel jaded, and she’s miserable.
  • i do not know how she discovers piper and reyna’s music but when she does she instantly loses her mind because they are incredible
  • she’s stunned that she hasn’t heard of them before, and even more stunned that they aren’t more popular
  • she immediately demands that they be her opening act for her next tour
  • piper and reyna are OF COURSE like absolutely thrilled to get the news (imagine them hanging up the phone and then looking at each other all excited and then screaming and jumping up and down together ?????!)
  • the tour is, of course, filled with sexual tension and lesbian antics and progressively less annabeth playing alone and more piper and reyna and annabeth playing together
  • and at some point they decide all three of them to form a band ?
  • annabeth’s record label is like “um that’s like…the opposite of what you’re supposed to do…u ditch the band and go solo once you make it big not MAKE a band when you’re already famous??”
  • but reyna and piper make annabeth more excited about music than she’s been in a long, LONG time and also they’re REALLY good together so of course they go for it
  • and the three of them together are like, the final combo that they need to make them BIG. they become a sensation. they smash all kinds of records and become the most successful all girl band of all time aaay
  • they’re famous for writing such raw and honest songs about themselves and their life, piper is also like literally lyrical genius

also they do a collab at some point with lacy sadie and hazel’s band ;)

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Prompt: Alex and Maggie are having a competition to see who has greater willpower so they're withholding sex and hilarity ensues as they try to tempt each other into caving whike they both are just riling themselves up

She calls her arm candy and she calls her breathtaking.

She calls her gorgeous and she tells her she cleans up nice.

She tells her because god, does she mean it.

And for a long while, Alex splutters, and Alex is shy, and Alex Danvers – badass, take-no-prisoners DEO agent Alex Danvers – blushes.

But then she realizes she can use Maggie’s open admiration for her body – for her – to her advantage.

Hell, they’re always competing, anyway. Always have a bet on about something or other anyway.

So when Maggie is reaching from her elbows to her hips, kissing her in the corner their bar, Alex chuckles and pulls back.

“You want something more than a kiss, Sawyer?”

Alex feels rather than hears the low moan in the back of Maggie’s throat, and she bites the inside of her cheek.

“You offering, Danvers?” Maggie asks, her voice already thick with want, her eyes flitting toward the bathroom.

“No,” Alex shrugs with a massive, innocent grin, slipping out of Maggie’s hands and practically strutting back to the pool table.

“Wh – I – Danvers!”

Alex turns on her heel and licks a slow path up Maggie’s neck until her breath is hot in Maggie’s ear.

“Bet I can hold out without sex longer than you can, Detective,” she whispers, and Maggie full out laughs.

“Yeah, okay, Danvers, do I really need to remind you about last night when you – ”

“Hi guys!”

Alex nudges Maggie with her shoulder, and Maggie grins as she nudges her back, both of them trying their hardest to contort their faces into pictures of innocence for Kara.

“Hey sis!”

“Little Danvers!”

“Why… why are your voices so squeaky? Why are you smiling like that? I… you know what, I stopped using my superhearing around you to for a reason, so I don’t want to know, I really don’t. Drinks?”

“Root beers?”

Kara nods and adjusts her glasses as she blushes her way back to the bar.

“So you wanna bet that you can withhold sex longer than I can, do you, Danvers?”

“I have DEO training, Sawyer, I can do anything.”

“Anything but me, apparently.”

“Exactly.”

Maggie tilts her head and grins.

“A flash grenade.”

“What.”

“Stakes. If you give in and ask for sex first, I get a flash grenade.”

Alex squints down at her, biting the inside of her cheek and pretending to glare slightly. Trying not to think about how perfect Maggie’s lips look, how soft, how… no. No. Nope. Nope, definitely not. Because Maggie Sawyer cannot get her hands on that damn flash grenade.

“Done. And if I win – ”

“You won’t.”

“When I win… remember that lap dance we were talking about you giving me?”

“Danvers!”

The entire bar turns to look at them, Maggie with her face buried in Alex’s shoulder, Alex kissing her hair and waving off a scandalized-looking Kara, an amused-looking Winn, and a politely eye-diverting James.

“If it’s a no, Maggie, that doesn’t have to be – ” Alex starts, her voice sweet, her voice gentle, her voice genuine.

“Oh no no no. Deal. I win, I get a flash grenade. You win, you get a lap dance.”

They both blush and they seal it with a kiss. A kiss that they both immediately want to become something more.

But they can’t, because the stakes have been set. Alex cracks her knuckles and Maggie straightens her back in effort to restrain themselves.

Alex almost falters first. Almost falters, because even though the bet was her damn idea, Maggie knows she’s probably going to lose at pool anyway. Might as well make her loss worthwhile. So she sticks out her ass more than she usually would, she unbuttons her shirt more than she usually would, she licks her lips more than she usually would, while she lines up her shots.

Alex’s eyes blaze, but DEO training, DEO training. Something about discipline. Something about being a soldier.

But damn, Maggie in that shirt.

But she needs Maggie out of that shirt, so she needs Maggie to cave first. Needs her to cave first, so when Maggie has the early shift the next morning, Alex bites her lip and thinks long and hard and nervous before snapping a series of photos, careful and hot and needy.

She trembles slightly when she presses send, because god, she hopes they don’t look stupid.

She doesn’t.

Because Winn texts her immediately, to ask her what the hell she sent Sawyer, you kinky woman, she spit up her entire coffee all over my computer, seriously Danvers, can’t you keep it in your pants for five minutes?

But keeping it in her pants is exactly the point, and right now, she’s winning.

She’s winning, that is, until Maggie composes herself enough to respond to those texts, later that afternoon, when she’s back at the precinct and Alex is at the DEO.

Damn, Danvers. That body… the things I want to do to you right now… If you say the word, I can slip out of work and slip right into you. Because looking like you look in that lingerie, Alex? I know you’re already wet for me.

It’s Alex who spits up coffee on Winn’s computer, this time, and his shriek of frustration even makes J'onn jump.

“Agent Schott!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but first it was Maggie, now it’s Alex – does my computer have a sign on it today, begging to be caffeinated with a combination of coffee and spit?”

J'onn just stares at the siblings, nonplussed, and Alex claps her hand on Winn’s shoulder.

“No one told you our equipment’s waterproof, Winn?”

“That’s not the point, Alex, I… what are you and Maggie up to, anyway?” he asks as he and Alex start mopping up his console.

“Trust me, Mr. Schott: Agent Danvers has extremely loud thoughts, and you do not want to know their contents.”

Winn laughs – hard – and Vasquez chucks a crumpled piece of paper at him from her station.

Alex smirks and Vasquez winks and J'onn groans and Winn offers Alex a silent high-five, which she slaps cockily.

Of course she’ll win this.

All the filthy texts in the world can’t make her lose this.

Except her phone buzzes again, and she reads Maggie’s next message, and she nearly spits up coffee on Winn’s computer – again.

Nothing to say, Danvers? Does that mean you don’t want me to fuck you until you can’t do anything but writhe and scream my name like a good girl for me?

Winn grabs her coffee and holds it away from her.

“No more drinking while getting her texts.”

“And no more thinking, either. Please,” J'onn mutters, and Vasquez can’t stop laughing.

It continues – they continue – for a whole week, and by the end of it, no one is sure whether Alex, Maggie, J'onn, or Winn’s computer has suffered more.

They’re not even sure – by the time Alex is tearing off Maggie’s jacket and Maggie’s teeth are scraping at Alex’s throat – who lost, who won.

Who gets a flash grenade and who gets a lap dance.

And by the time Alex cums, writhing and screaming as she straddles Maggie, riding her hand as hard as she can; by the time Maggie cums, moaning and gasping as Alex holds her wrists down and whispers a filthy string of curses in her ear; they’re both claiming victory.

ivy-raven  asked:

I've got another prompt for you, if you'd like! So, Tony and Steve are in a relationship pre-Winter soldier, but keep it secret and the Avengers think they're pining. Que Bucky showing up and flirting with them, them getting to know each other (again, for Steve) and them getting together, again keeping it secret. But the team thinks he's trying to steal one or the other and do everything they can to keep him away while trying to matchmake Tony and Steve. All three of them find it hilarius.

You can find this work on my Ao3 here.

So I’m going to write this from Natasha’s point of view because she’s the embodiment of that “I just *clenches fist* really love my friends” post and she just wants these idiots to be happy. Look out for under the cut!


Natasha sighed and leaned her cheek on her hand as she watched Tony and Steve flirt. Tony was as suave as ever, and Steve—blushed and broke a plate in half. She rolled her eyes and sighed again as the blond fled the kitchen in embarrassment. Tony, looking guilty, scuttled after him.

She got up and grabbed the toast he had left behind. “What if I just locked them in a closet together?” She sat down to spread almond butter on the first piece, honey on the second, then made a sandwich of the two pieces.

“Steve would probably combust,” Bruce replied, not looking up from his crossword puzzle. “Or Tony would, from frustration.”

“Why are my friends so stupid?!” Natasha burst out, spraying crumbs across the table.

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If You Won’t Love Yourself, We Will

Originally posted by amynelsons

Request: Hiya. Its me again. I’m sorry 😳 but um, I was wondering if you could do an Ethan imagine (I frickin love Ethan) where y/n isn’t very skinny and is slightly overweight and is so self concious of her body and what not and Ethan is there to tell her encouraging words to.her (it doesn’t have to be romantic but I wouldn’t mind if it is) sorry this is so long

Summary: Fem!Reader is overweight and self conscious about it and Ethan goes and makes her feel better about herself. What a nice guy I love Ethan.

A/N: Hey guys, this request hit very close to home as I too struggle with being self conscious about the way I look and wih body dysmorphia. It sucks, and there are definitely better days than others, and I wanted to kinda depict the way I personally feel on the bad days when I don’t want anyone to see me. It’s unedited because I honestly just didn’t want to reread it and get sad while watching Harry Potter. As always, italics signify the inner monologue of a character. Hope you guys enjoy this one. Also I’m pretty sure I’ve used that gif of Ethan before, but I kinda had to use it for this fic, it’s too perfect not to.

Wordcount: 1190good length, yes?

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Ok I came up with the most horrible, angsty shit ever. What if Ardyn kidnapped the chocobros' /child?/ I've seen this scenario with the S/O being the on kidnapped but never their kid! (And of course they're all babies because let'S MAKE IT EVEN WORSE)

HAHAHAHA OMG THE ANGST POTENTIAL IN THIS REQUEST IS PEAKING! Hmm, let’s see how heart-wrenching I can make this for you, my dearest anon <3 I purposefully made Noctis and Prompto’s drabbles longer than Gladio and Ignis’ because I realised that I am really not doing justice to Noct and Prompto in my request fills- they always get such short fills! So this time I decided to make Gladio’s and Ignis’ fills short and sweet and mostly head-canon like xD Also, this is SOOO AU hahahaha- please, just bear with me- I had a vision for all these drabbles and so this is how they turned out LMAO!


Noctis: You had been strangely silent since you found your daughter’s cot empty a few nights ago. You’d been getting ready for bed when you’d decided to check in on your precious princess when you realised that the nursery window was open, with the blue curtains fluttering softly in the light breeze. You remembered screaming loudly, so damn loud that you almost couldn’t hear yourself, and you remembered Noctis nudging you aside gently to pick up the small, seemingly insignificant piece of paper that had been left on the floor of the nursery just before the cot.

Noctis frowned as he read the small piece of paper, recognising the loopy handwriting almost immediately: I have your daughter. I also have your Crystal. Pick the one you want, and you shall receive it.

Noctis seethed at the simple ransom letter and crumpled it up in his gloved hand. You looked at Noctis impassively and blinked slowly. You were still in shock. The chancellor had taken your baby. And now he was asking Noctis to decide between his daughter and his kingdom. Rationally, you knew that the kingdom was of more value superficially… but your daughter. Your daughter was priceless.

“What are we going to do?” you asked quietly, your gaze downcast. You heard Noctis sigh softly.

We aren’t going to do anything. I, on the other hand, will go get our daughter back from that ass hole.” Noctis growled, his husky voice sounding absolutely livid. You stood from where you were seated in an old wooden chair, ignoring the concerned gazes of Ignis, Gladio and Prompto as you took your place beside Noctis and wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I want to help too. She’s my daughter as well.”

Noctis shook his head. “It’s dangerous.”

“I know. Let me help.”

Noctis had ended up relenting and you found yourself standing before Ardyn a few hours later, his charming face grinning down at you with your daughter secured in the crook of his arms. She was silent, not crying out for you, not wriggling, not giggling… she was just still and silent. You clenched your fists and took a step forward, only to be stopped by Gladio and Prompto. Noctis paced forward in your stead and glared daggers at Ardyn with his midnight blue eyes.

“Hand her over. Now.”

Ardyn smirked. “I’m not sure you’d want her back. You see, she’s already become my little pet project.” Ardyn stroked your daughter’s cheek with his thumb and you tried to lunge forward, your expression absolutely livid. Ardyn laughed at your attempts to attack him, thwarted by your allies. Prompto and Gladio exchanged worried looks over your struggling form between the two of them, while Ignis placed a hand over your trembling shoulder to calm you down.

“I’ll fucking kill you Ardyn. You touched my baby, you filthy man… I will destroy you.” You gritted out, ceasing your struggles when you realised that Gladio and Prompto were not going to let up their hold on you. You slumped forward and let your tears fall as Noctis let out a frustrated noise.

Ardyn laughed and turned on his heel, taking your baby further into Zegnautus Keep. “The Crystal still awaits you. Come now- all is not lost. Just… the girl.” Ardyn chuckled and disappeared behind reinforced steel doors.

You could only sob as reality hit you. Your baby was gone. And Noctis couldn’t do a thing about it. You let your eyes travel to Noctis’ form, and you witnessed his shoulders tremble as he held in his grief. He let out a shaky sigh and clenched his fists by his sides.

“I’ll fix this. I promise… I’m ready to fix ALL of this.”


Prompto: Prompto’s bottom lip trembled as he watched Ardyn tickle his son playfully. You teared up at the innocent look of delight on your son’s face at the gesture. You and Prompto were trapped in a cell in Zegnautus Keep, with only a monitor placed in front of the two of you to monitor the heart breaking interaction your infant son was having with the monster.

“He’s such a good boy. I’m glad I didn’t just leave him to the MTs. He would have been devoured alive by those beasts.” Ardyn cooed, stroking your baby’s cheeks. Prompto let out a soft sob, but kept his red-rimmed sky blue eyes on the screen. He was tied up, absolutely restrained, and unable to immediately help his precious baby boy, but he could still observe him. He owed his son that much.

You averted your gaze when you saw the sweet smile on your boy’s face. You couldn’t watch any more. It was too twisted. Too heart breaking. What had you done to deserve such a hellish punishment? Why did this have to happen to your perfect little happy family? Why wasn’t anyone doing anything about it?

“It’s because we’re common folk… isn’t it?” you murmured quietly to yourself. You didn’t notice the smirk that became apparent on Ardyn’s face as he continued to torturously act sweet before your son. Your baby sunshine giggled and cooed at Ardyn’s attentions as you lamented in your situation. Prompto’s head perked up at your words, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“That’s not it… Noct’s probably on this way-”

“No,” you interjected. “Noct is looking for the Crystal. For his kingdom. He’s the King. He’s got bigger things to think about that us. What are we to him?” You asked, your voice suddenly bitter. Prompto’s first tear escaped his eyes as he bit his lip hard and shook his head.

“No. You’re stressed out right now. That’s why you’re thinking like this. You just want to get back to junior and have him in your arms. I want that too- we can’t be blaming Noct- he’s our best friend-”

“He’s YOUR best friend. And what are me and our son to him? Just tag along people. Sure, you’re valuable to Noctis. But us… who the hell are we and what have we done for him?”

You stopped speaking when Ardyn’s loud chuckle split through the still-thickening tension in the cell you and Prompto were housed in. “Dearest… you are so easy to crack. This is no fun. Prompto’s proving a bit of a challenge, and that’s fun. But you, y/n… for a mother, you are terribly weak. That’s not good for your son here… who knows what kinds of people you’d let near him if you can’t be strong.”

You tugged on your bonds and roared out loudly at his words. “You are SICK! You are the DEVIL! You are Ifrit incarnate and I HATE you! Give our son back! Give me my world back- do what you want to me, but don’t you DARE hurt my baby!”

Ardyn smirked at your reaction and trailed a nail down your son’s neck, earning a slightly whimper from the now confused child, a look of distress clearly on his face. You now heard Prompto struggle against his bonds at the sight of your boy’s suffering displayed on the large screen before you.

“No! Not my son! Kill me if you want- don’t hurt my son please!”

“Promise me you’ll lead Noctis right to the Crystal, and I will spare your boy.” Ardyn drawled, retracting his finger from the infant’s neck and returning to tickling the boy’s chubby belly. A sense of relief washed over you as your blond son’s face immediately morphed from distressed to delighted in a matter of moments.

Innocence… such a beautiful gift.

“… deal.” Prompto agreed. You nodded along, feeling a slight sense of shame blossom in your chest at so easily selling out your friend, the prince.

But then you realised that Noctis was looking for the Crystal. Leading Noctis to the Crystal was supposed to be a good thing.

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at the screen suddenly went black and Noctis himself snuck into your cell, sighing a breath of relief. “Thank the Six. Are you guys alright?” Your heart broke a little when Noctis made a beeline for you first, gazing down at you with so much concern in his midnight blue eyes. You tore your own gaze away from his face, unable to look at him after all the things you said about him and his loyalty to you, your son and Prompto earlier on.

Noctis clearly cared about you as much as he cared about Prompto.

“Were you worried about me?” you heard Prompto ask sheepishly.

“All three of you. I was worried sick about all three of you. Is that even a question? Did you even have to ask? Prom…y/n… of course I was worried. You guys are like my family. You ARE my family.”

You lost it at that statement. You bawled, guilt eating at your insides. You wanted to warn Noctis of Ardyn’s specific instructions to lead him to the Crystal. It was definitely fishy- but you also wanted your son back unharmed.

You didn’t tell Noctis a word.

Nor did Prompto.

You both could only hope that nothing bad would happen to Noctis. After all, how much could a magical rock really do to a person?

Surely… it wasn’t capable of anything too far-fetched…


Gladio: When Gladio finds out that his baby is missing, he absolutely loses it. He’s the type to flip tables, punch walls and roar at anyone who tells him to calm down and just THINK about the whole situation. Usually, it’s Ignis who is the one to calm the big guy down and talk some sense to him, but in this situation, when his one and only baby girl is involved, Gladio is almost inconsolable. Gladio is decked out in his battle gear and ready to have a good swing at Ardyn for kidnapping both yours and his baby, but you manage to stop him from marching into battle essentially unprepared.

“What if he has back up? You can’t just go in alone!” At first, Gladio lashes out at you and accuses you of not caring about your baby girl, but when he sees your eyes well up in tears from the accusation, he simmers down a little. He takes you in his arms and he chokes down sobs of his own as he tries to calm you down as well.

“I’m sorry. I’m not thinking straight. I’m worried and mad that I couldn’t stop this from happening-”

“Gladdy… it’s okay. We can get her back. For sure… there has to be a way to get her back!” you try to make things better for Gladio. His amber eyes do perk up slightly, but only by a little bit.

When you watch him leave for Zegnautus Keep to aid Noctis in reclaiming the Crystal, as well as recovering your daughter, you are sorry that you can’t join the group. You desperately want to go. But then you rub your hand over you swollen belly and sigh worriedly.

You were pregnant with your second child. It wouldn’t be safe for you to leave the safety of your Lestallum apartment. Not in your condition. And so you prayed to the Six, hoping that all would go well for Gladio and the boys.

You were hoping that your new baby would be able to meet their big sister.

Sighing, you closed your eyes and let a sole tear slip out you eye.

“I just want to be a normal family… that’s all I want.”


Ignis: You and Ignis are sitting at the dining table in the Cape Caem cottage, simply staring at the wooden surface with impassive looks on your faces. It’s been a few days since your infant son had been kidnapped and you weren’t quite sure where to start looking. Gladio and Prompto were already out following up on some leads they had come across in Lestallum two nights ago when the official search for the nine month old had begun.

“It was Ardyn. That’s all we know.” You sighed and slid the only piece of evidence you had of the kidnapping towards your long-time boyfriend, Ignis Scientia. Ignis immediately leaned forward and extended his arm to grab the paper with his fingers. Sliding it towards himself, he frowned and his eyebrows pinched together in concentration as he read the note once more.

I’ll hold on to this precious gift until you send me mine.” Ignis read out loud once more, his clipped and accented voice absolutely filled with disbelief. “I can’t say I know what he’s referring to…” Ignis trailed off. You sighed and nodded, crossing your arms over your torso and staring down at the table once more.

You were trying your best to stay level headed, much like Ignis. It was getting harder to do so with every passing moment. Every moment lost was a moment wasted for you son at the hands of the potentially manipulative and unethical man. Ardyn Izunia was certainly a very unsavoury character.

“Hey… any more leads yet?” your head whipped towards where the prince’s voice was sounding from behind one of the bedroom doors upstairs. Ignis hummed a negative in response to his prince’s questioning. At that, Noctis pulled the door open and shut it behind him, skipping down the steps with urgency before taking a seat beside you and leaning in for a short and sweet hug.

Until he’d hugged you, you hadn’t realised that you needed it.

“No Noct. Just that it’s Ardyn and that he has our baby.”

Noctis nodded at Ignis’s words. “That… I’m so sorry, Iggy… y/n.”

“It’s not your fault…” you trailed off, your voice weak. Noctis was about to say something to retort, when Ignis’ phone went off. Ignis immediately dived for his phone and answered the call, slapping his smart phone to his ear in his haste.

“Yes?” Ignis answered, his brows knitted. He nodded and made a face before nodding again and humming an affirmative. He hung up soon after and made direction eye-contact with you with his deep sea-foam coloured eyes. “He wants Noct in exchange for the baby…” Ignis sounded conflicted. You were almost in disbelief until you realised that Ignis had been raised beside Noctis to look after him. You and the baby were the complications to his already pre-planned and set out life.

You were the complication.

You were the problem.

You shuddered, grabbing the attentions of both the prince and the advisor. “Yeah?” Noctis said, addressing your reactions. You shook your head at the prince and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing… just. I’m sorry for all this trouble.” You apologised quickly, bowing slightly to show your respect to Noctis. Noctis waved you off and shrugged sheepishly.

“It’s no problem- you, the guys, and the baby are all I ever knew as a real family. Of course I need to get you and your son back together.” Noctis smiled kindly. You smiled back in turn before turning a sombre expression towards Ignis.

You almost felt worry for Ardyn when you spied Ignis sharpening his good set of poison daggers.

Ardyn was not in for a good time.

The concept of Keith being the first one to initiate physical affection between himself and Lance is kind of really important to me? My Red son is hella touch starved. He might know how to accept affection, but he doesn’t seem to get how to instigate it himself. For Keith to throw all of that inhibition and hesitation out of the window because he feels so strongly for Lance would be so touching and impactful.

Imagine that the team has been on a dangerous mission and they were all separated or something, so all of them are returning to the castle one by one. There’s something wrong with the castle, so as soon as Pidge and Hunk get back they have to rush off to use their genius brains to help Coran and Allura fix it.

There’s nothing Keith can do to help, so he stays on the hanger waiting (very impatiently) for Lance who, due to who he is as a person, is injured because he threw himself into immediate danger to save someone. Lance finally lands in the hanger and takes his helmet off as he’s exiting Blue.

As soon as Keith sees this ridiculous, goofy boy who’s been doing so much to help co-lead this team, and always makes Keith laugh while still managing to frustrate and confuse him, this boy who loves his family and friends SO much, and misses the rain, and makes up constellations with Keith when they should both be sleeping, and sewed himself blue cat slippers, and always has a smile on his face even when he’s hurting, Keith realizes, and maybe not for the first time, how much Lance means to him.

It doesn’t even register to Keith that he’s suddenly running to Lance to close the space between them or throwing his arms around Lance’s neck, effectively tackling the blue paladin to the ground in a hug, until he hears Lance laugh (jeez, when did that become his favorite sound) and say “Woah space ranger, did you miss me that much?”

Keith sits up and only releases Lance enough to look directly into those ocean colored eyes and very seriously says “Never do that again.” Lance sobers up and and they hold some intense eye contact for a moment until he give a little nod.

Then Lance clears his throat, “Um, as nice as this is, and it is nice, could we maybe continue it later? I may or may not have bruised my entire rib cage,” he grins, “…and all of the hair involved in that mullet doesn’t exactly make you very light weight.”

Keith stammers out an apology and scrambles to his feet to help Lance up and lead him to the healing pods. It’s about then that he regains the sense of mind to turn the color of his lion.

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founders trio + kakashi + neji waking up next to their s/o after a bad dream where they was killed or hurt? and they're still scared/upset about it?

Hashirama: When he has nightmares, they’re awful. He’s had a difficult life, so I imagine he has some pretty rough dreams. So if they’re about his s/o, and about them getting hurt or even killed, he honestly might wake up a little teary-eyed. Even if he knows it was a dream, and even if he can look at his s/o right next to him, safe and sound and unharmed, it still really hurts him. If the commotion wakes his s/o up and they see him all disheveled and distressed, they might ask what’s wrong. He won’t say anything, will just lean in and hug them hard. His s/o will have to snuggle up with him and just let him hold them for a while before he’s able to go back to bed

Tobirama: He wakes up in a cold sweat and a rapidly beating heart. He usually ignores his dreams and nightmares (like his bro, he probably has a lot) because he just doesn’t want to dwell on them. But this one with his s/o just impacts him in a different way. He might feel silly at first, he might even be frustrated with himself that he lets it get to him. He sits up in bed and just looks at his s/o for a while, hoping it will calm his pulse and clear his head, but it’s still affecting him. He’d sooner get out of bed and walk around the house or sit in his home office and do work than wake them up. He wouldn’t have a good explanation, because explaining that he had a bad dream about them is just… maybe too sentimental for him. The dream just felt so real when it was happening, and he felt helpless watching his s/o in danger. When he gets back into bed though, he just looks at them for a really long time as he tries to fall asleep, if he’s even able to

Madara: He’ll wake up from the nightmare and just stare at the ceiling for the longest time, even though on the inside, his adrenaline is high. His mind is just trying to wrap itself around the dream. He’s probably wondering why he had such an awful dream in the first place, and why his s/o had to be in it. He’s almost angry. He figures he can’t do much but deal with it. If his s/o isn’t already awake, he’s not going to bother them and wake them up just to give him some sense of peace. He won’t do that to them. If he can just watch them for a while, look at how calm they look while they sleep, it might comfort him a little. He probably won’t get much sleep the rest of the night, but it’s fine. He’d rather stay awake than risk another nightmare

Kakashi: He already has lots of trouble sleeping, so a nightmare isn’t exactly out of the ordinary, but it definitely shakes him if it was a bad one about his s/o. He thought that sleeping with a s/o would help him sleep better, and maybe it did for a while, but this nightmare is just going to ruin it for him. At least for a few nights. When it first happens, he shoots up in bed and just doesn’t really know what to do. It was just a dream, he keeps repeating in his mind. Because he knows it’s true. Knows it’s useless to get worked up about it, but he still does. He’s lost too many people in his life to be able to shake off a scenario (one he thought was real) of losing another. He’d probably get out of bed for a glass of water, or just sit somewhere and read. But it doesn’t distract him like he hoped it would. And for a few nights after that, he acts funny. His s/o might notice how he seems hesitant to get into bed, or how he keeps tossing and turning because he can’t fall asleep

Neji: It’s not likely Neji is going to really handle this well. Neji probably can’t handle intense things like this quietly. He’d wake up in a fit because he’s just so shaken. He represses lots of his emotions and fears, so it only makes sense they would manifest in a nightmare eventually. He just didn’t imagine it would be of his s/o being in harm’s way. I’m willing to bet the context of the dream had their injury/death being his fault too. It just makes it even worse. He feels guilty, but stupid at the same time for ‘falling’ for a dream. It takes a while for him to calm down and relax back into bed. If he accidentally woke his s/o up and they ask him what’s wrong, he’s a little unfair, because he eventually just snaps at them to leave it alone because he does not want to talk about it. He might apologize later for being so harsh, he just can’t help but be severe when his dream was so distressing

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Supercorp prompt: They're totally a couple but they just don't realise it yet!

Now, she doesn’t want to accuse her sister of anything. She doesn’t, despite what her narrowed eyes and pursed lips might suggest. It’s just that…you’d think after living with an alien for over half your life, the alien would know better than to attempt to lie.

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Reyna Writes: Polka Dots and Shell Patterns - A Ninette BTU Remix

Written for @edendaphne‘s birthday~ Now that the blackout is over, I can post it!

Again, happy birthday, Eden! I’m so glad you enjoyed your present! <3

~Reyna


Living in Paris in the age of Hawkmoth meant that Nino had seen a lot of weird shit in his lifetime.

But this moment had to take the cake.

Sure, Nino himself had gotten a Miraculous not too long ago, and was still coming to grips with all that entailed…but to stand here and stare at one of his best friends—a best friend who was smart and pretty—who also, apparently, had a kwami…

“…So it’s true. You’re…you’re Ladybug.

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If I’m right, AND I DON’T REALLY WANT TO BE RIGHT, their final moment together doesn’t even get to be a private one, but one only fringing on the true affection between them. But the FLOATY BUBBLES SAY IT ALL, OK.

YOU CAN MEASURE FEELINGS IN FLOATY BUBBLES ALONE, AND LOOK HOW MANY THERE ARE.

The third panel is the most striking of them all, because I’m so sure that it’s their final touch. It’s an unusual angle with an unusual focus, and I think it’s emphasising that the end of this last gesture between them is their final goodbye. As he drops her hair for the last time, they will never see each other again. I just don’t know which one of them it is that’s about to die.

Hopefully not both but YOU KNOW HOW CLAMP IS. YOU JUST NEVER KNOW.

And then Kuropapa’s off to face his fate.

AND BLESS KUROGANE’S LITTLE HEART, HE WANTS TO GO TOO. BECAUSE HE FEELS ALL THE SAME FINALITY THAT HIS PARENTS DO BUT FROM WITHIN HIS EXTRA SPHERE OF POWERLESSNESS THAT SCARES AND FRUSTRATES HIM BEYOND WHAT HE KNOWS WHAT TO DO WITH.

SO HE WANTS TO HELP. HE WANTS TO DO ALL HE CAN TO TRY AND STOP ANYTHING BAD FROM HAPPENING.

BUT THERE IS NO WAY HE WILL BE ENOUGH.

No-one would ever be enough. 

It kills me how even in this, Kuropapa does it in the nicest way possible. 

He recognises the feelings Kurogane is having and affirms them. He acknowledges that Kurogane IS, in fact, strong, instead of taking the other possible route and insisting that he’s not strong enough. Because here, too, he knows that this might just be the last moment he gets, and he uses it as a moment of love and encouragement 

AND THAT LITTLE HEAD TOUCH. GET OUT OF HERE.

There is no way this is anything but the last thing Kuropapa ever gets to say to him. There is NO WAY.

LOOK AT THE ART OK. THE NINJAS ARE ALL FADING AS THEY TURN AWAY AND WALK INTO THE DISTANCE.

THIS IS IT. THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE.

It’s so clear just how much these final words chained themselves around Kurogane’s heart and never left him. Even during his darkest days in the future, his obsession with strength always stemmed from this, and it’s so easy to guess that his bitterness and focus on revenge could have stemmed from an inverted version of this final statement that Kuropapa gives him. 

Kurogane, at his worst, sought strength to make up for the family he didn’t couldn’t save in this moment. 

Kurogane, as he grows to a better and healthier version of himself, realises that he has more family to protect, and also that he himself might also be worth protecting.

But even just here, in this one moment, Kurogane’s father’s words work on so many levels. Kuropapa does what he does to protect Kurogane, his wife, and the entire clan – even when the odds are very heavily implying that he won’t be enough. Kuromama too does what she does to protect them all. Her health is failing her, steadily slipping away, and yet she insisted on the final blessing to save her husband, because her strength too is all focussed around saving the ones she loves – her husband AND her entire clan, and everyone else in the country that relies on her.

And that’s what will hit Kurogane so hard later. Not only because losing his family in a horrible and violent manner is one of the worst things that could ever happen, but also because in his eyes he failed in the same basic tenant that holds his family together. He wants to go with his father to help protect Suwa, but he can’t. He’s meant to stay behind and help protect his mother, but he doesn’t manage that either. His strength, while recognised fondly by his father, is not enough – was never going to be enough. And that’s exactly what sends him into such horrifying spiral of murder and revenge and a desperate clawing need to reclaim some sense that he could have made a difference.

AND JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS SYAORAN GOING TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION. HE’S ALREADY READY TO THROW HIMSELF UNDER A BUS TO RESCUE EVEN A SLIVER OF SAKURA’S SOUL. WE DON’T NEED TO ENCOURAGE THESE TENDENCIES WITHIN HIM ANY FURTHER THAN THEY ALREADY EXIST.

But actually, now that I think about it, that might be all the difference. Kurogane’s arc in the manga overall (so far) is slowly healing and allowing himself to recover. I have a lot of confidence that he’ll pull it off, because he’s come a long way already, and he’ll be all the stronger to protect his new family.

I just hope that it’s the new Kurogane that has the biggest influence on Syaoran and not the old one. Because Syaoran needs to allow himself to heal as well, and I’m convinced that he doesn’t even know it yet.

anonymous asked:

Since requests are open, i wanted to ask for a scenario where ignis' s/o would start to be a bit sad but then it gets worse and worse. When iggy finds out, it's because the s/o feels that they don't deserve him because they're not THAT pretty/handsome, not THAT good of a fighter and can't cook for shit. They feel like a huge burden and undeserving of ignis' love. How'd iggy handle that? Wow sorry forthis

You kids are throwing so many emotions at me I don’t know what to do with myself I love it though don’t stop.
Fem!s/o for ease of reading/writing!

Unkiss Me

She flopped onto the motel room bed with a heavy sigh. The mattress was lumpy and uncomfortable, but at least it wasn’t camping.

Through the paper thin walls she could hear Gladio’s deep voice followed by Prompto shrieking something in dismay as Noctis laughed. She could almost see Ignis rolling his eyes.

Her eyes grew hot as emotions began to make themselves known yet again. They were all so perfect. Funny, strong, attractive… everything she felt she wasn’t. How could she possibly fit in with them? Not only that, but how could she be worth Ignis’s time?

She quickly wiped her eyes as the door opened and the four men entered, Prompto chattering away while Gladio occasionally interrupted with sarcastic remarks.

“We missed you at the Crow’s Nest!” Prompto’s voice finally reached her ears as he gave her a playful nudge. He wasn’t quite sure what was wrong, but it was obvious Prompto could tell something was off.

“Yeah, yeah,” she smiled slightly, “I needed a shower and some rest.”

The chatter and card games continued into the early evening, but she didn’t say much. She was much quieter than usual - normally she was in there with the boys, laughing with and teasing them.

Rolling off of the bed, she quietly slipped out of the motel room. She need some time to herself. They had gone on a hunt that afternoon, but things had gone terribly wrong. It ended with Ignis and Gladio both taking harsh blows in her stead. If only she had been stronger…

Wiping her eyes again, she made her way to a bench and plopped down, leaning her head up against the wall behind her. Her eyes fluttered closed in an attempt to stop the tears from rushing down her cheeks.

She didn’t deserve Ignis. Why was he wasting his time on her? She was such a mess… she couldn’t cook, she always forgot which cabinet she had stored the spices in, she was always having to be saved during battle…

The sound of the bench creaking startled her; she hadn’t heard footsteps. Opening her eyes, her gaze fell upon Ignis. He was sitting beside her, a cup of tea in his hand. But he didn’t drink tea.

“For you,” he said with a small smile, “Chamomile with a bit of honey.”

Hesitating slightly, she took the cup of tea, halfheartedly smiling at him in thanks. Chamomile was her favorite. He was always taking such great care of her. Yet another reason she didn’t deserve him.

The two sat in silence, Ignis watching the stars beginning to speckle the evening sky as she quietly sipped her tea beside him.

“This has gone on long enough.”

His voice finally broke the silence. She froze, unwilling to even steal a glance in his direction.

“You haven’t been yourself for quite some time. You need to tell me what’s going on. Are you alright?”

“I…” her voice caught in her throat, so she cleared it, hoping it would come out firmly, “I’m fine.”

Crap.

That hadn’t sounded convincing.

“You’re not fine. Please talk to me.”

She finally looked over at Ignis; he was looking at her, searching her, his green eyes filled with concern.

“I…” she started again, but this time she couldn’t continue. Tears began streaming down her face, and she let out a small sob, looking away from Ignis.

“Darling…” his voice was soft and quiet, warm and gentle… home.

He gently placed his hand over hers, lacing their fingers together. There was a long silence, only occasionally broken by her sniffles.

“You’re too good for me,” she whispered, still not daring to look at him.

Another pause.

“What?”

“I can’t cook. I can’t fight; you’re always having to save me. You take better care of me than I do of myself. And I’m not of noble blood. And…” she paused for a sniffle and a shaky breath, “And I’m definitely not pretty or smart or even worth your time in any way. Why do you even waste your time with me? You could find someone so much better so quickly… There are tons of people that would line up just for a possible for a chance with a guy like you. Just… just leave now so you can find someone better… quit wasting your time on me, okay?”

There was another gap of silence as Ignis processed the flurry of words that had spilled out of her. His grip on her tightened, gently stroking the back of her hand with his thumb. He reached out his other hand and touched his fingers to her jaw, turning her face towards him. He brushed the hair out of her eyes, tucking it behind her ear as a soft smile played across his face.

“You don’t need to be spectacular, darling. You just need to keep being you. That’s why I fell in love with you.”

She let out another shaky sob as Ignis pulled her into a tight hug. He kissed the top of her head, allowing her to release her tears for a few quiet minutes.

“Now, are you done?” he said as he leaned back, a glint of amusement in his eyes, “You’re being rather melodramatic.”

Iggy had finally gotten the response he wanted. She gave his chest a playful shove, muttering something to the effect of, “Oh shut up.”

He pulled her in for a quick kiss, smiling slightly after.

“You know it’s frustrating when you’re so hard on yourself. Even if that, there’s no one I would rather walk this life with. Please allow me to bear your burdens with you.”

She smiled and nodded, snuggling in closer to him. She rested her head on his chest, and his fingers were soon gently combing through her hair. He was so good to her. He always had been… how did she get so lucky?

“I love you, Iggy… thank you for loving me even though I’m such a mess.”

“I will always love you so much more than you know, darling.”

purple-hearts-of-oz  asked:

hello, hello, i love the way your headcanons are written. like, they're hilarious. how would RFA + minor trio react to a suave motherfucker MC? a hella smooth and cool MC who could charm the pants off a snake and absolutely loves making people blush. bonus points if they're a tall crossdressing woman

A/N AH YES SMOOTH MY MIDDLE NAME I had a lotta trouble writing this, I’m the least smooth person you’ll ever meet I once bit it standing for the pledge of allegiance. I just; stood up, hit my knee on the chair in front of me, recoiled my knee, and fell flat on my ass. Thank you though!!??? I love you muah <3 I don’t think I’ll be able to get those bonus points this time around im sososo sorry but I can’t think of a way to work the crossdressing in well >.<  feel free to send in a purely crossdressing request when they open up??  -mod cozy <3

YOOSUNG*:
- Yoosung, much like yours truly is SO unsmooth he’s constantly tripping over his words and his feet and everything in between
- So he’s S U P E R impressed by you it’s not even funny he asks to become your apprentice at least once a day
- “Oh yoosung, darling, it’s not just something you learn.”
- Also a HUGE blushy mess when ya use your charming powers on him like you thought he’d be
- YOU’RE ALWAYS CATCHING THE BOY WHEN HE TRIPS LIKE IN ONE OF THOSE SHOUJO MANGAS BUT THE ROLES ARE REVERSED
- Picks up on the role reversal quickly and is not happy about it
- Wants to be a maN (Swift as a coursing river, with all the strength of a great typhoon)
- Starts having zen coach him on the side but just really cannot do it rip

JAEHEE*:
- She herself is pretty unfazed by it and she’s just all polite and stuff unless you get her flowers, she Is WEAK to like a bouquet of roses she’ll swoon and blush and the whole nine yards
- Baehee has picked up on it and is hella impressed despite being relatively immune due to her training herself to be unfazable
- Asks you to teach her just a few tricks that she can use when dealing with customers and the like
- You guys actually make a game out of it sometimes
- You’ll like count the amount of people who trip when you strike a certain mini-pose and compare results
- or Or OR
- You take you and your natural charisma to restaurants or bars with baehee and see if you can eat for free by having people around you buy you drinks and meals without directly asking for them
- It’s really funny and you usually have to take home leftovers riP
- You guys are the ultimate duo she makes the plans and you execute them watch out Seoul

ZEN*:
- He REFUSES to be outdone
- Cheesy romance lines are his thing???? Wyd MC?????
- Everyone around you guys together needs to wear fucking sunglasses or something because the amount of suave (not the hair product) is dangerous to the naked eye
- You guys don’t get into like, smooth-offs; you get into smooth WARS
- “MC, you look gorgeous as usual.”
- “Oh Zen, you’re ever the charmer. I actually got something for you!” cue a cute lil kiss on the cheek from MC
- “Oh really? Me too, we should go at the same time.”
- “1.. 2.. 3!”
- You both simultaneously pull out the E X A C T S A M E extravagant bouquet of flowers from behind your backs???
- This is just the tip of the iceberg????

JUMIN*:
- He’s a lot like Zen not that he’d admit it
- He’s lowkey trying to outdo you the whole time bc he’s been RAISED on charisma it’s part of his JOB and you have it down just like that?? Just naturally??? Burn the witch
- He’s used to be on the giving end of charm though so it is a nice change of pace
- If you buy him chocolate or roses or “something that reminded you of him” though
- He’ll return it ten- no, twentyfold
- Will blush and then deny blushing when you give him particularly well-said compliments
- You charm the stockings off of any reporter that comes your way which makes the relationship A THOUSAND times easier like thank our lord and savior Elizabeth the 3rd

707*:
- He’s going to embrace the “maiden” roll 110%
- All for swooning and being swept off his feet sign *clap* this *clap* boy *clap* up
- He does shoot back a few “Mcccc you’re cringier than ZEN~” or “Mc, how can I be the cutest when YOU’RE the cutest” so it’s not all one sided at least
- He’s a switch in multiple ways trust me, sometimes he totally likes to be the charmer and sometimes the charmee
- Is incredible in both positions I promise you’ll get the exact reaction or comment you want every damn time
- Turns redder than his ding dang hair if you say something about space or science or anything dorky and relate it to romance or some shit,
- mod cozy isn’t good at being smooth so use your imagination on the dialogue here

V*:
- He’s so polite about everything it doesn’t stop here
- At first you’re just making comments like “can I take a picture of YOU this time as proof that angels exist?” yes I stole that from cookie anon
- And he’s just like “Thank you very much sweetheart that’s a lovely sentiment but I’m far from an angel as you know.” Liar.
- And then you get into innuendo territory but like; classy and smooth innuendos
- And he reacts the same way???
- “Hey V I’d like to SEE you out of those clothes.” Fuck that was neither classy nor smooth I really can’t come up with anything not punny so this will have to do guys
- And he’ll respond with “That’s very nice of you MC.” And at this point you’re frustrated??
- Because your charm.
- Ain’t.
- Working???
- Little do ya know, V is planning something for when the two of you get home wink wonk

VANDERWOOD*:
- Refuses to let you charm them
- Gotta resist (conceal don’t feel)
- They were trained for this, you can expect it’ll be difficult to achieve your goal but you’ll! Get! There!
- “Hey Vandercutie, can you pass me the red pepper? This dish needs it almost as much as I need you.”
- “Here’s your pepper. Don’t pour it too quickly or you risk throwing the balance of the dish off.”
- You may have caught a slight blush on their cheeks though???
- Maybe??
- I think you’re making progress keep at it

SAERAN*:
- Tries to pretend your smoothness doesn’t affect him
- Because BAD BOYS don’t get swept off their feet shut the hell up he is NOT blushing YOURE blushing
- He tries soooo hard to hide it but ALWAYS fails miserably because he has this cute little habit of playing with his hair when he’s embarrassed or bashful
- Which is a lot thanks to you ;)
- Will try to get you back in that romantic-creepy way of his that he has but you just shoot right back with a compliment or come on of your own???
- No cult organization in the universe could’ve prepared him for this

tanktopsandplaidboxers  asked:

My babies in high school and they are giant dorks who go to their first prom together because they're in love :)) but neither of them know how to dance so it's kinda awkward, throw in a first kiss and I'll be peachy! Go sterek!

High school AUs are like cocaine, man, totally addicting. Loved the prompt and I hope you enjoy your fic!! 



“No.”

“But Derek!”

“Stiles -”

“It’s Prom! We have to go.” Stiles whines, flopping onto Derek’s bed with a huff while Derek puts his backpack down by the door and desk.

“Prom is a social gathering constructed to make girls pay out their ass for dresses, neither of us have dates with said girls, and you don’t know how to dance.” Derek lists off calmly while pulling out his biology book and putting it on his desk. The nerd is probably going to actually finish his homework before Mrs. Hale calls them to dinner.

“I know how to dance!” Stiles sits up, crossing his arms indignantly. Derek turns his chair around to level him with a ‘really now?’ kind of look. “Fine, I don’t dance well, but you said you know h-”

“I never said -”

“It was implied by your lack of participation in the statement you made,” Stiles steamrolls over him, “so, why don’t you teach me?” Stiles smiles, big and dorky and slowly brings up his hands in a pleading gesture. Derek could never survive the puppy eyes.

“Fine,” Stiles woops in excitement, “but not tonight, I have a history paper. And I’m still not going, you’re on your own.” Before Stiles can properly protest, Mrs. Hale can be heard calling from the kitchen downstairs -

“That sounds an awful lot like chit-chat and not enough homework.” They’re quick to stick their noses into textbooks after that.


“No, Stiles, your left foot. Your other left.” Derek groaned from his chair, slapping a hand over his eyes as he watched his best friend fumble around like a complete idiot.

“This would work a lot better if you were actually, you know, leading me.” Stiles harrumphs, tossing himself onto the bed behind him, dropping his arms. He felt silly dancing with some invisible person.

“Fine, just get up.” Both boys stand and then stand awkwardly, obviously unsure of how to continue the idea. Derek squares his shoulders with a mini pep talk and decides to just go for it. It’s his best friend, nothing weird. He reaches for Stiles’ hands and places his hands on his shoulders and rolls his eyes as he complains about gender roles and sexism.

“Now, just follow my lead.” Derek is surprised by how confident he manages to sound despite the fact that other than an hour’s worth of YouTube videos, he has no idea what he’s doing.

“You make it sound easy.” Stiles scoffs, staring down at their feet while they attempt to shuffle in the square pattern he had seen demonstrated in various videos.

“Shut up,” Derek says, but maybe it was less for Stiles’ benefit and more a quick hit to his internal dialogue that was mostly - Stiles is warm and his hands are soft around your neck and his hips feel nice and is he using a new shampoo because this one smells more like apples than the cinnamon he usually uses and his shoulders look really nice in this shirt and - he was going to stop himself there. He was so fucked.


“Derek, we are leaving in half an hour,” Stiles said sternly, hands on his hips, hips clothed by navy blue slacks that went all too well with his white shirt and matching blazer. His hair was styled and he smelled clean and sharp like the cologne he only brought out for special occasions.

“Since when did I agree to go to Prom?”

“What bu- Dude, I,” Stiles’ eyes widen comically before he whispers very quietly, “I never asked you to Prom.”

“What?”

“I, uh, well, would you like to go to Prom with me, Derek?” Stiles asks with a small flourish of his hands and a sheepish grin.

“You are such and idiot, give me twenty minutes.” Derek hustles back up to his room and pulls out the suit his mom helped him pick out for Aunt Victoria’s wedding last month. Trying not to agonize too much over the details he styled his hair and slapped on some aftershave. Twenty eight minutes later they’re at the school.

“Thanks for coming, Der.” Stiles tells him as they walk into the ocean themed gymnasium. With low lights and snack/drink table, and a DJ at the front.

“Can’t leave you to participate in the greatest high school cliche alone.” They mill around, bumping into their various friends from classes and talking about the dance. They’re at the drink table when Derek catches Stiles staring at something. Derek follows his gaze and finds Lydia Martin, sitting alone with a small pout on her soft pink lips.

“You can go, you know.” Stiles hums in confusion, turning to look at him, “I mean, it’s okay if you want to go ask her to dance. Now’s your chance for what, step eight in the ten year plan?” Derek tries to smile but he loses confidence when he sees Stiles’ frown.

“What the hell do you mean?”

“It’s just,” Derek looks down at his dress shoes, hating that he has to explain himself, “Lydia is right there all alone. This is your perfect opportunity.” He shrugs.

“What am I supposed to as her?” Derek huffs, Stiles has got to be dense on purpose. He’s too smart for this.

“Ask her to dance, woo her, ask her on a date!” Derek throws his plastic cup away angrily, tries to walk away but is stopped by a familiar long fingered hand.

“Why the hell would I do that when I’m here with you, dumbass?” Stiles asks incredulously with an edge of frustration.

“What? Wait, you actually meant a date when you asked me to Prom?”

“Y-E-S.”

“What?”

“I was spelling it out because you are so dumb sometimes.” With that Stiles leans in and presses a quick kiss to Derek’s lips before retreating shyly like he thinks he’s done something wrong.

“No no no, come back,” Derek reels him back in and actually reciprocates this time enjoying the soft noise Stiles makes at the contact. They stand like that until a teacher walks by to break them apart. “I demand a proper Prom-posal.”

“Okay, princess.” Stiles laughs as he dodges Derek’s smack.

The next day Derek comes home to his driveway covered in rose petals and a big sign on the garage door asking “Will you go to Prom with me?” and a very pink Stiles holding a bouquet.


AND THAT’S A WRAP FOR THE GIVEAWAY 

I hope you all enjoyed the fics and stay tuned for a special announcement in about an hour and a half!!

anonymous asked:

wanted to ask for small scenarios with V, Zen, and Jumin and a male MC? they're in love, but MC doesn't want to be with them out of fear that they'll eventually be found out by the media. he's scared he'll ruin their careers because of a scandal over V/Zen/Jumin liking men. it's okay if you don't want to write all three, just whichever you have time/inspiration for pls <3

Jumin:

HE took a shaking breath, unable to calm himself. “MC,” he finally managed to say, MC still trapped in his apartment, “You are telling me that you do not care for me?”

MC shook his head, eyes wide in fear. “J-Jumin, I never said that. I love you. How could I not? I.. I just can’t be with you. You have an image to maintain. The press would have a field day when they find out about us, Jumin. I can’t let that happen. I can’t be with you” MC took a breath, trying to clear his mind, tears spilling over his eyelashes. “I ca-” He broke off with a sob, unable to continue.

Unable to see the love of his life in pain, no matter how angry he was, Jumin pulled MC into a hug, whispering soft words of assurance. Once MC had calmed down some, Jumin sighed, pulling away. “MC, I will say this once and only once.” With one of his slender fingers, he tilted MC’s chin up, looking him in the eyes. “I don’t care what the media says, it is just mindless gossip. Let them say what they want.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves he suddenly felt. “I love you, MC. I love you more than my image, or my father. I don’t care if he disowns me for being with you. This is what I want. The first thing I have ever wanted this much. Are you going to deny me that?” He growled slightly, his possessive side showing.

MC swallowed hard, looking up into Jumin’s grey eyes. “I.. I could never deny you anything, Jumin.” He smiled softly, believing that somehow Jumin would make it alright


Zen:

“Zen, just stop! Pease!” MC cried out in frustration, barely able to keep from screaming. MC was throwing his clothes into a bag haphazardly on the floor. “Just let me leave, Zen!” The picture of them kissing that had been released to the press burned into his eyes. He could hear the news reporters twittering mockingly about how Zen’s career would go down. He should never have caused a scandal like this for Zen.

“MC! Please, can we please talk about this?” Zen’s voice was frantic as he tried to stop MC. “MC, please.” MC’s heart broke a little at hearing Zen sound so defeated, but he steeled himself trying not to give in.

“Zen just let me leave, I’ve caused problem’s with your career and I-” He was cut off by the familiar feeling of Zen’s lips crashing down on his, Zen wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. He struggled against him for a moment, before giving in, kissing him back, tears of rage flowing down his cheeks, turning the kiss salty. Zen pulled away, tears in his own eyes.

“MC,” he began softly, “Don’t leave. As much as I love acting, I love you more. I would give it all up in a heartbeat if it meant you would stay. Please stay, MC.” MC sighed before lifting his head to look at Zen, smiling softly as he did, signaling his defeat.


V:

“Jihyun…” MC trailed off, unsure of what he was feeling. V’s hand was warm in MC’s hand, and even though it was something they had done a million times, he still felt butterflies in his stomach. They walked along a beach, their footsteps showing them the way back. “I know you say that you don’t care.. but your photos.. If it gets out that you’re in a relationship with another man, it could be very bad for your career.” He came to a slow stop, turning so that he was looking at V, the setting sun behind him making him look so much more beautiful.

“MC, I’ve told you, I do not mind.” He smiled, raising a hand and cupping MC’s face. “I love you, and I do not take my photos for other people. I take them for myself.” His expression softened even more if possible, letting his hand drop from MC’s face. “I.. I actually have a question to ask you, MC.” He flushed slightly, taking MC’s left hand in both of his, and getting down on one knee. MC gasped slightly, watching V and how the waves were around his knee, knowing his pant leg must be soaked. “MC.. I know that we cannot truly be married yet, but will you wear my ring, like we are? I want to marry you someday, if possible, and I want to have some way that everyone else will know that you are mine.” He paused, looking up at MC through his blue hair. “What do you say?”