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

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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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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“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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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.

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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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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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.

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


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, 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.


“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?”

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, 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
- 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

- 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

- 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????

- 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

- 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

- 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

- 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

- 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

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.”


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.


“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.”

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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El felt lonely.

 And not the ‘I haven’t seen my friends in a week’ or anything like that.

 It was more the, ’I’m going to be fundamentally different from everyone I meet and love for my entire life’ and ’I carry stones in my chest but force out a breath to convince everyone I’m a semblance of stable’ kind of lonely. 

 As you can imagine it’d be hard to explain her form of loneliness to any of the people in her life. 

 So she didn’t. 

 Living was hard for El, it’s not like she didn’t love being alive, loving and being loved in return. Because she was immensely grateful that she’s at the point of life that she was. 

 But you can love something and still be hurt from it. 

 The boys knew that thunderstorms frightened her, that coke brought back memories that did nothing to serve her, that cats and her aren’t compatible, that bathing was still challenging although showers were far easier for her then baths. They knew that, all of her friends and family got the point that these things made her scared. That these things among many more made her uneasy.

 But there’s a difference between knowing and understanding. 

 And they could never understand exactly. 

 There were times when she’d drag her nails down her arms and legs, hard enough to make a faint red mark but not enough to ever actually hurt her. It was a physical release of pent up emotions and as bad as that was, it cooled her brain down enough so she could get her bearings. 

 There were times where she’d lash out against Mike, against Will or Joyce. It’s not that she wanted to hurt their feelings or that she was mad at them because she wasn’t at all. It’s just that so much was going on in her head that it needed out, it needed to be purged from her body and anyone who pushed the minuscule button was caught in the fire. 


 So here she sat, on the floor of her bathroom. Gripping her arms as hard and as close to her as she could and rocked backwards and forwards mumbling to herself in an attempt to pull herself together.

Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad." 

 The words slipped out in breathy whispers. Her hands going to uselessly claw at her hair, trying to get grounded to her surroundings. 

 She was in her bathroom. Will was home. She was safe. It would pass. She just needed to breathe. 

 You have to breathe, El. 

 But she wasn’t. But it wouldn’t. Everything was hurting. And she was alone. She was scared. And- 

 As another frustrated whimper slipped out, she heard the bathroom door creak open and saw Will cautiously approach her. Sinking to his knees and reaching for her arms as she was digging with her nails again. 

He grabbed both her wrists and held them for a moment, before very carefully pulling her into a hug, rocking her with him at a much slower pace then she had been doing previously. She let her body collapse from exhaustion and felt him hug her tighter as her breathing calmed down, tears escaping as she took in the comfort and warmth of Will. 

She pulled herself away and leaned her head back against the cold tile wall behind her. Will doing the same. The two of them sat there silently. El knew Will would wait until she was ready to speak, that he’d be patient.

 "Do you ever feel like you’re wired wrong? That everyone can look at you and know? A big red X displaying all the ways you’re different?” El asked, staring at the wall opposite her.

 "All the time.“ Will replied. A tone of solemn acceptance lacing his words.

 "How do you handle it? How do you move past it?" 

 "You don’t. You move forward and try to do something with it.”

 El turned to look at him after his reply, though he was still staring ahead. And she turned back to do the same. 

Will didn’t go through the same things she did. No one had. But they both faced the monster, they both faced the upside down, they both had wounds that would never heal. He’d never understand her completely. But she remembered that out of everyone who she ever snapped at in a moment’s notice, was frigid to; he always took it in grace. Never once lashing back at her, he had a quiet knowledge of knowing that it wasn’t at him but to him. That she was just trying to protect herself. 

Will wasn’t unfamiliar to the concept of hiding. He understood that this was her way. 

 She reached for his hand and clutched it tightly in her own. 

“Love you, Will." 

"Love you, El.”


She was here. Will was here. She was safe. It passed.

And she could breathe.

anonymous asked:

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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It’s easy to get restless without anything to do, and there isn’t any paperwork to sort through (the Minutemen have no paperworks at all, apparently) or guns to clean (the laser muskets are an utter mystery as to how they work), so Rhys elects to sit in the doorway of the separated portion of the Castle with his crutches propped against the wall. The walls provide shade from the sun, and with few people ever occupying the armory (other than that one woman who chain smokes, looks very strangely out of place with a completely different uniform than the rest of the Minutemen, and doesn’t say a word to Rhys anyway), Rhys doesn’t have to suffer anyone’s presence.

He wishes he could do something. For the most part, the Minutemen at the Castle don’t seem to be doing much in the first place. Some of them come and go on patrols or to settlements that need help, and a few of them offer goods for sale. Rhys would offer to help, but it seems like the Castle is well-staffed and rather suffering from a lack of jobs than a lack of people.

The shadow over Rhys darkens, and he looks up to see Danse with a cigarette between his fingers.

“May I join you?”

“I’m not doing anything at the moment,” Rhys replies. “So if you want to join me in boredom, feel free.”

It’s odd to speak to Danse without formality. He’s not used to being on the same level as him. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that he’s not used to the lack of rank separating them. Danse sits down next to him and blows out an exhale of smoke, his body much more relaxed than Rhys remembers ever seeing.

“Do you need any Med-X?” he asks. Rhys shakes his head; whatever liquid medicine that smelled vaguely of something floral he’d been given is doing a good enough job with the pain. For now the pain is more of a dull discomfort, perfectly manageable for Rhys. He reaches for his pocket for a pack of cigarettes, and his hand pats against his hip. No pockets. Right. Haylen has his lighter too.

Danse plucks the cigarette out of his mouth and holds it out in front of Rhys.


“Oh. Um. Thanks.”

It’s not like he hasn’t shared smokes with his comm- with Danse before. Trudging through the Commonwealth running recon meant that sometimes you didn’t get quite the comforts you wanted, and what you had you shared with your brethren. Sometimes it was a bottle of bourbon, sometimes it was a cigarette.

Rhys crushes the filter a little between his teeth as he inhales. Today has been stressful, between seeing Haylen nearly get dragged off and jumping off of the Prydwen and breaking his leg. He probably shouldn’t take it out on a cigarette Danse is sharing with him though, so he hands it back after taking another drag. He lets the smoke curl in his chest before blowing it out in a loud puff.

“I may slip up from time to time,” Rhys says. “About- I just need to adjust. For me and Haylen too. I’m not a knight anymore, and she’s not a scribe.”

“It will take time,” Danse agrees. “I understand.”

The cigarette is passed back to Rhys, and he takes another deep drag.

“You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to,” Danse says. “The Minutemen would be more than happy to have you, but it’s your decision.”

“Where else would I go?” Rhys asks. “Vaultie’s letting us stay. You’re here. The hell else am I good for?”

“I didn’t join the Minutemen because I can shoot a gun.” Danse’s response almost sounds defensive, and Rhys worries that he’s insulted Danse somehow.

“Do they really want me?”


“Danse, you’ve always talked about doing good for the Wasteland and how the Brotherhood is the best way to that goal. The Minutemen keep saying they want to help the Commonwealth, so I guess you fit right in. I’m just here to shoot the nasty shit before it comes crawling out of the ditch and eats us all. I didn’t join because I wanted to ‘do good,’ I did it because there’s nasty shit out there and if we shoot it first, it can’t come slaughter us.”

“That sounds like you want to protect people.”

“I’m not shooting ferals because I’m being selfless.”

“You’ll make the Commonwealth a little safer, regardless.”

Rhys snorts, before realizing he’s left the cigarette in his hand. He hastily hands it back to Danse.

“The choice is still yours,” Danse repeats. “But I believe you and Haylen would be fine Minutemen.”

“I don’t have a choice. There’s nowhere else to go, and you’re here.”

“I wasn’t aware that I was a necessary part of that choice.“

“Of course you are.”

“You didn’t leave the Brotherhood when I was exiled.”

It sounds almost like an accusation, even though Rhys knows it’s not. Danse is just pointing out that his presence isn’t what kept Rhys in the Brotherhood.

“It fucking sucked without you there.”

Danse doesn’t respond to that. Rhys looks down, staring at the brick-tiled ground. He’s silent, but a sudden thought comes to him. “The Minutemen don’t have ranks, do they?”

“Just the General and the Lieutenant General. ‘Vaultie’ as you and Haylen are so inclined to say, and Garvey.”

“Good. Then you wouldn’t outrank me.”

Rhys desperately hopes Danse understands what he’s saying. When Danse doesn’t say anything to that either, Rhys lets out a frustrated huff and turns away.


Danse moves a little closer, and Rhys takes a deep breath before he turns around again to face him. This is starting to push the limits of his personal space, but he doesn’t pull back.

“Are you alright?” Danse asks, his brows tilted in concern. Rhys leans in closer, enough so that their shoulders bump.

“I’m tired,” he admits, and wonders if that’s enough of an excuse to keep Danse from thinking too much about him leaning over to rest his head on Danse’s shoulder. Apparently it’s not, because instead Danse crushes the burnt butt of the cigarette into the concrete and tilts his head to get a better look at Rhys’s face.

“What do you need?”

Rhys curls in and buries his face into Danse’s shoulder. Danse shifts, and Rhys feels a kiss against the top of his head.

It’s quickly replaced by Danse’s cheek pressed against the spot and one arm looping around Rhys’s waist. For a moment Rhys doesn’t trust his senses, doesn’t believe what he thinks just happened. But Danse’s hand is warm against his hip and Rhys doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until his chest feels tight, and he exhales rather loudly all at once.

“Don’t suffocate,” Danse says with a humorous lilt to his voice.

“Yeah yeah,” Rhys grumbles.

“And be careful with your leg.”

Rhys responds to that by lifting his cast-wrapped leg and draping it across Danse’s lap. Danse shakes his head and gently pushes it off, but he’s smiling and Rhys feels his chest unclench just a little.

“Do you want me to stay?” Rhys asks.

“I would… I would rather you stay, yes.”

“I guess that means I have to learn what the fuck is up with those laser muskets, then,” Rhys sighs, and Danse lets out a stifled laugh.

anonymous asked:

Can I request Mina, Kirishima, Aizawa, Todoroki, and Momo with an s/o gets nervous easy and shy, and like they stutter and get really quiet when they're uncomfortable (usually in some kind of social situation with unfamiliar people).

Of course you can lovely! I very much hope I could write it well enough and that you’ll like it! (also, since this turned out pretty long, I placed most of it under a cut. If you’re on the phone, just go to @imagine-nsfw-bnha to read it without a cut)


- She does her best to be supportive of her partner and makes sure to tell them that it’s okay if they don’t want to go somewhere and she’s fine with doing something else.

- It can be a little over bearing sometimes, though she means well and if her partner tells her to let them try to overcome some of their shyness, she’s on board immediately.

- If Mina notices that someone said something to make her love uncomfortable, she speaks up and, depending on who the other person is, either tells them that something wasn’t okay or she’ll offer her partner a way out and to get away.

- Whenever her love has trouble with talking about something, she’ll quietly and patiently wait for them to get the words out properly. Or, if they need some more time to think, she’ll be the one babbling away about stuff until they’re ready to confront a subject.

- Should her partner have a bad day, she’s there with cuddles and hugs and if she can, she’ll get them their favorite food. And while Mina sometimes cries with them, when they’re sad or frustrated, she also tells them that she loves them.


- He’s encouraging his partner when they feel insecure or unsure, though he’s careful not to put pressure on them or to seem patronizing. If they want to get over some of their fears though, he’ll be cheering them on every step of the way.

- Kirishima is very understanding if his partner doesn’t feel comfortable somewhere. He does get a little upset though if his partner forced themselves to go somewhere they hate just to please him. He puts way more value into both of them having fun and wanting to go again instead of stifling their relationship with activities one of them doesn’t enjoy.

- If his partner needs time to talk about something or tell him if something bothers them, he gives them as much time as they need. He can also give them some space, if that’s what they need.

- Kirishima is always willing to cuddle his partner, they don’t even have to ask, just opening their arms is enough for him to hug them. He’s there for them, through the good and the bad.

- Whenever he notices his love growing quite when they’re talking to someone or when they’re out, he tries to give them a subtle out so they can get away and he can ask them if they’d like to leave or do something else.

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anonymous asked:

The win has nothing to do with anything other than Malec. They got nominated and won because of Malec so only Malec should be congratulated. The end. Like, if Shadowhunters won an award at a POC in media award show, you wouldn't congratulate all cast and crew for that. You'd congratulate Harry, Isaiah, Em, Alberto, David, etc because they're the reason they were nominated and won, you know?

Yeah, it’s irritating when people don’t…get the nuance of this? Interracial LGBT+ couples are so rarely recognized as it is, so deliberately passing this win off to the entirety of the series as a whole is frustrating because it’s one more thing straight and/or white people attempt to co-opt from us. This happens all the time. Unless you’re a queer poc, you don’t understand the genuine significance of seeing an asian bisexual character receive and win any kind of award. This has never happened.

Like, I’m only here with Shadowhunters because of Magnus and malec. That character and relationship does not exist anywhere else for me. And while it’s been disappointing in so many ways recently, I’m still here sticking it out in hopes they’ll turn it around because this is my only rep. I really want them to succeed and do well, and I hope this award really wakes people up who seem to feel we aren’t an audience worth recognizing.

So when people insist on putting the show ahead of the lgbt+ rep and insist on saying that malec wouldn’t exist without the show or malec wouldn’t exist without the books, it completely undermines the significance of this win and how much the interracial lgbt+ rep alone has contributed to the show’s overall success.

It’s basically straight people telling lgbt+ people, hey guess what – you wouldn’t have gotten here without us after we carried them on our backs. And that sucks when that’s something you’ve heard your whole life.

anonymous asked:

If you feel like, maybe you could write scenarios where eldarya main boys are crying for some reason and what Gardienne's reaction is? Unless she's dead and they're crying because of this haha. The reasons could be like someone is dead/dying/hurt, something made them remember a traumatizing memory, or they're crying from happines or just think of something better, i surely like your ideas.

I love this idea, Anon! I had to make them a bit short because doing full-length scenarios for each boy would’ve taken ages. I also made each scenario different because I couldn’t write three scenarios of the same thing. I hope you don’t mind!


He’d always been a pillar of strength. Someone you could rely on. A charmer, a defender, a leader. To see him now, though, all you could see was a defeated man.

Tears ran down his face as he sobbed into his hand, shoulders shaking with weight of his grief.

You couldn’t blame him. How could you? He’d just lost his sister.

Karenn hadn’t died prettily, nor peacefully, and there had been no remains to bury. Nevra had no closure, no family, no anything, nothing but the ghost of her memory.

You wanted to comfort him, let him know you were there for him, but you were rooted to spot, unable to move an inch. 

What was there to say? ‘Sorry?’, ‘It’ll be better soon?’ Nothing could replace Karenn, least of all pretty words. But you couldn’t just leave him…

So, you stood in the doorway indecisively as you watched Nevra. Almost as if sensing your presence, he looked up, staring directly at you.

He looked so broken, so sad, you found yourself moving before you realised it, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. He said nothing, returning the embrace silently as he buried his head into your shoulder, staining your shirt with his tears.

You couldn’t say anything to ease his pain, but you could be there to help him through it. And be there you would be for however long he needed you.


You’d never seen him cry before and you wished you never had. It was absolutely terrifying seeing the usually composed elf reduced to hysterics.

You tried reaching out for him, offering him comfort, but he slapped your hands away, curling into a ball as he shrunk away from you.

“D-don’t touch me!” He shrieked, curling up even more. “L-leave me alone!”

He sounded so scared, so utterly petrified you could only wonder what kind of hellish nightmare he’d dreamed.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Ez.” You murmur soothingly, “I just want to help.” He shivered, saying nothing as tears streamed down his cheeks, eyes wide open, but unseeing.

Nothing you said got to him; he just remained there, curled and whimpering. For a moment you thought to go get somebody who’d probably be so much better at this than you, but one look at his face and you couldn’t summon the will to leave him.

So, as a last ditch effort, you sang him a lullaby hoping to calm him down. To your delight, the song seemed to calm him down a little and, encouraged, you proceeded to sing the song well into the night, lulling Ezarel back to sleep, but this time, into a dreamless slumber.


It was a sombre occasion. The skies were dark, full with rain-laden clouds, the Guard was quiet and Valkyon was crying.

It was a silent cry but one that would break even Karuto’s heart if he witnessed it. You knew it broke yours.

“You can’t blame yourself, Valkyon. These things, they just happen. Please… let it go.” He barely gave you a glance, tears streaming down his face as he gazed down upon the dull slab of stone in front of him.

“I-I should’ve been there… It’s my responsibility to everyone safe.” He mumbles to himself, a hand pressed to his face as he fell to his knees. You gazed at the feature sadly, before falling to your knees as well, turning to face him.


“I promised to keep you safe. I said I’d always be there for you…” He sniffed, pressing his head into the tombstone. “I-I let you down. I let you die… Please, please, forgive me, ____.”

Seeing the tears increase in intensity and mingle with raindrops on his cheeks, you flew to embrace him, but your arms passed right through him, your touch merely a whisper of wind upon his skin. You glare in frustration at the opaque tone of your limbs, wishing a thousand times over you could touch him, even for a moment.

But you couldn’t. You could only watch helpless as the man tore himself apart, crying brokenly over his lost love.

cardigan-carm  asked:

Hmm... How about Promptio dealing with lactation? Not sure if you're okay with that one, I thought about it after your earlier a/b/o ficlet. Sorry!

My prevailing theory is that pregnancy would be a nightmare for Prompto. Not because his would be any rougher than normal but just on an emotional and self image level. And so I bring you this teeny tiny ficlet. 

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“Nursey, what the hell man, it’s like three am,” Dex whined as Nursey flipped on the light in the Haus livingroom (Dex had been crashing there to help Chowder study). It was a Saturday night, and Dex really did not want to deal with Nursey’s slam poetry angst, or whatever he was going to rant about today.

“First off, it’s eleven. Second, we’ve been putting off a talk we really need to have.”

Dex sat up at this, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His blue sweatshirt was wrinkled. “What’s up?”

“Look, this has been bothering me for months. Please do not get defensive, but I need to talk to you about your white privilege. Before you say anything, I understand that being poor is a sucky thing to go through. I know I have a monetary privilege over you, and I respect that. Trust me, I am not saying I have not had an easier life monetarily. But you always seem to forget that, unlike you, I am biracial. I am not white, and that’s a scary thing, Dex. It really is–”

“Nursey, look–”

“Please let me finish. I need to explain this so you can understand where I am coming from when I get frustrated okay?  

“My mama checks the news every night to make sure my name is not listed as a hate crime victim. My father is a black man. He gets stares anytime he goes into a gas station for a candy bar. He can’t get a damn candy bar without people thinking he’s dangerous.

“As for me I was bullied a lot, Dex. For my skin, for my hair, for my accent and way of talking. Things I couldn’t control. That’s when I started writing poetry, when all the anger just couldn’t be sealed anymore. It helped, a little. But one day I was cornered after school. These big white boys beat me so bad I couldn’t move. My mama came to the school to pick me up and found me there. She found me covered in my own blood, Dex. I was helpless. I was, I was eight at the time. So she put me in hockey to help me get stronger.

“So I played, bulked up a bit, and could protect myself. Mostly, anyway. My mama was finally starting to feel like I could start to do things on my own again. Luckily nothing quite that bad has happened since then, but I am afraid it will. I am so, so afraid.

“I am scared whenever I see a cop. I have to put my head down and hope he doesn’t notice me. I am constantly afraid that one day I will be killed by a cop for doing nothing. Dex, you don’t have to deal with this. You don’t have to worry about the cops upholding your rights, or have to feel fear whenever anyone looks at you funny. You don’t have to live in the constant fear of death, and I do,” Nursey turned away and bit his lip harshly. He was not going to cry in front of Dex.

“That’s not even to mention that my mama’s muslim, and is constantly being turned away service. People think she’s a terrorist, and that’s scary, because I keep thinking that my mama’s going to get killed by some damn Trump supporter with one too many guns.

“But this in no way undermines the fact that you don’t come from a family of money. You’ve had your struggles, but I really hope you can see where I was coming from in the past now,” Nursey finishes and turns toward Dex, whose eyes are as wide as saucers.

“Nursey,” Dex began, “I really had no idea. I really hope you didn’t think that I was in anyway trying to be racist, it’s just,” Dex trailed off not knowing how to put how he was feeling into words.

“Growing up in a small suburban town filled with nothing but white people you don’t really think about race? Where I come from all that mattered was money, and I guess that I didn’t really think too much about race coming here either. Like now I see that your struggles were hard, but back then I just thought money equaled happiness and privilege. Nurse, I just, I’m sorry. I really am, for what I said. For, for being ignorant. For making you feel like you weren’t safe. We’re D-men, we have to have each other’s backs, and I hope you know if anyone ever makes a racist remark to you I will not hesitate to jump in and stop them.”

Nursey’s eyes let the unshed tears fall down his cheeks in slow rivers. No one had ever said that to him. No one had ever told him anything like that before. No one promised to protect him from other people, and it made Nursey’s heart flutter just a bit. Nursey let out a strangled sigh, and Dex pulled him into a hug.

“I know I can never understand what you’re going through, but by god Nursey I am going to try and help you. Let me into your head every now and then, okay? I like this better than fighting.”

“Me too, Dex. I really like this better than fighting.” They fell asleep like that, on the disgusting vomit-green couch, in each other’s arms.

anonymous asked:

But imagine Cedric in ootp, returning from prefects meeting, where umbridge tricked prefects into drinking veritaserum. She didn't ask dangerous questions yet, but it's first time she used veritaserum on students, so it's big deal and Cedric goes to tell this to Harry. But Cedric doesn't know that veritaserum STILL works on him the entire time ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


  • Cedric asking anyone and everyone he could find because he needed to tell Harry.
  • He almost let some stuff slip but he had managed to resist the Potion, though he was sure with some more grilling one of the other prefects might give in.
  • He finally finds Harry and says that she knows “about everything with the D.A, but I don’t know if she knows about you yet." 

"What about me?”
“You?” Cedric says, forgetting about telling Harry about the worst part; the Veritaserum.
He gets totally distracted by Harry’s question, which he takes in a very different way to how Harry intended it;
“Well, you’re so funny, you know that? You’re good looking and an amazing seeker, and honestly I’ve wanted to snog you for two years now, and-”

  • He clamps his hand over his mouth and stares at Harry as his eyes widen. 
  • Oh god he needed to shut up right now. 
  • Harry laughs nervously and looks around thinking Cedric is trying to play a prank on him or something. 
  • All Cedric could think was When is this godforsaken potion going to wear off? If I don’t get out of here I’m going to tell him that his smirk does all kinds of things to my brain.
  • He somehow passes it off as a joke, while a confused Harry really does not get the joke, like, at all.
  • Cedric then abruptly turns on his heel and walks away and Harry doesn’t get a chance to get a word in edge ways.
  • Cedric seems confident as he walks away but if Harry could see his face he would see Cedric going bright red and muttering to himself about being an fumbling idiot, Oh my god honestly, how did you resist Umbridges questioning but the second you look at Harry’s face you go all moon eyed?
  • For the whole of Potions, his next lesson, he just berates himself and cringes as his confession.
  • He also can’t seem to control his mouth, much to the frustration of his friends:

“Pass the flobberworms Ced.”
“Sure… I’m also sure that I like Potter.”
"Oh my god, you’ve told us that at five minute intervals throughout the lesson. How much Veritaserum did the old bint use on you?”
“Too much, it’s getting bloody ridiculous…You know what else is too much?”
“Don’t you dare-”
“The amount I like Potter”
*everybody groans*

  • He slowly packs up his things groaning at the thought of facing Potter, and is the last to leave the classroom. 
  • He walks out into a quiet corridor, seriously considering skipping lunch altogether because he doesn’t think he can handle letting something slip to Harry because what if he doesn’t like him back?
  • Cedric jumps three feet in the air as he turns right down the corridor and sees Harry leaning on the wall:

“Avoiding someone?” Harry asks, totally oblivious to the fact that that someone is him.
“It’s you actually,” Cedric replies and immediately wants to hit himself.
“Oh, you’re avoiding - I’m… I guess I’ll go then?”
“No, no wait, I didn’t, I didn’t want you to go it’s just, I like you and you’re really cool and I drank Veritaserum and I don’t want to say something awkward but oh my god - I just admitted that I really like you, I’m an idiot-“

  • He is barrelled over as Harry interrupts him with a kiss.
  • After a while they stop for breath and just look at each other with huge smiles on their faces.
  • As they’re walking to the Great Hall hand in hand, Cedric thinks about the fact that the reason he had been so frantic to find Harry afterwards was probably so that he would have the confidence to tell this boy how he really felt, not because of the urgency of the situation with Umbridge.
  • Perhaps if he’d been able to wait until later, after the Potion had worn off, he may have been a little smoother and not had that little outburst. But then, he thought, if the result was kissing Harry and becoming his boyfriend, perhaps he should have told Harry a lot sooner anyways.