are you a bad fish too

Can we talk about how fish husband goes to his sister’s memorial every night and cries?  And if you talk to him he apologizes for it?  Like he’s embarrassed of his feels? but he misses her so much?! 

Can we talk about how he was just a bab when she died and he had to listen to everyone talk about how wonderful she was and how he must have horrible survivor’s guilt, especially because he doesn’t have any magic powers?  Like maybe he lifts because the only power he can harness is his own rippling muscles?  And he can’t get emotional in public because everyone is counting on him to be brave and strong so he just has to smile and act like everything is fine?

This game is destroying me.  All the npcs have complex lives and routines that they do every day and it just feels so real, like they don’t just stand there at all hours waiting for you, they walk around and do things and have emotions and now I HAVE EMOTIONS

P.S. I am I the only one who sucked so bad at Vah Ruta that Sidon started crying out “Don’t drown!” every time I fell too far away from him to swim to me?

That Quaint Small Town Named Sunnydale

Sunnydale, CA, just a couple of hours north of Los Angeles by car, must be the most interesting place to live! With a population of only 38,500 (as per the “Welcome to Sunnydale” sign in 2x03 “School Hard”), this piece of suburbia has:

Geographical Features

  • A hellmouth (1x01 “Welcome to the Hellmouth”)
  • A lake (1x12 “Prophecy Girl”)
  • A beach (2x20 “Go Fish”)
  • A cliff called Kingman’s Bluff (3x10 “Amends”)

Government and Cultural Institutions

  • Sunnydale Zoo (1x06 “The Pack”)
  • Natural History Museum (2x04 “Inca Mummy Girl”, 2x21 “Becoming, Part One”)
  • Two hospitals: Mercy Hospital (1x12 “Prophecy Girl”), and Sunnydale Memorial a.k.a. Sunnydale General Hospital (1x07 “Angel”, 2x18 “Killed by Death”)
  • A military base, one with a rocket launcher (2x14 “Innocence”)
  • A secret military agency, built underground, called the Initiative (4x04 “Fear Itself”)
  • Several high schools (and presumably a number of elementary and middle schools as well): Sunnydale High, Fondren High (2x02 “Some Assembly Required”), Kent Preparatory School (2x05 “Reptile Boy”), Miss Porter’s (3x02 “Dead Man’s Party”)
  • Two colleges: Crestwood College (2x05 “Reptile Boy”), and UC Sunnydale (4x01 “The Freshman”)

Concentration of Consecrated Grounds

  • 43 churches (2x10 “What’s My Line, Part Two”)
  • 12 cemeteries (3x17 “Revelations”)

Transportation Hubs

  • Sunnydale Bus Depot (2x04 “Inca Mummy Girl”)
  • A port that can accommodate large cargo ships, possibly those bound for Asia (2x13 “Surprise”)
  • Sunnydale International Airport (3x19 “Choices”, 6x01 “Bargaining, Part One”). An “international” airport is one equipped to handle immigration and customs.
  • Sunnydale Train Station (5x14 “Crush”), also a terminus (a station at the end of a railway line)

Historical/Mystical Landmarks and Artifacts

  • The du Lac Cross (2x09 “What’s My Line, Part One”)
  • Glove of Myhneghon (3x07 “Relevations”)
  • Gem of Amarra (4x03 “Harsh Light of Day”)
  • The Scythe, forged centuries ago for the Slayer (7x21 “End of Days”)
  • Old Sunnydale Mission, a Catholic mission buried by an earthquake in 1812 (4x18 “Pangs”)
  • An Egyptian (wth, Joss?) tomb, sheltering the last of the Guardians (7x21 “End of Days”)

Other Unique Features

  • A high mortality rate (2x20 “Go Fish”)
  • A sewer tunnel network popular among vampires and demons (1x02 “The Harvest”)
  • A multitude of abandoned factories and houses (2x01 “When She Was Bad”)

Nearby Locations

  • Large woods (3x05 “Homecoming”, 6x02 “Bargaining, Part Two”)
  • A desert containing a sacred spot (5x18 “Intervention”, 7x13 “The Killer in Me”)
  • A dam (6x15 “As You Were”)
  • Shadow Valley Vineyards (7x18 “Dirty Girls”)
Conditioned (Part 3)

(Tae questions whether his desire for you is futile but continues to let his lust drive all his decisions.)

Warning:  Around 9000 words.  Lots and lots of dirty stuff happens. Female dom, male sub. Oral.  Dry humping.  Non-traditional sense of sexual morality.  


 “I should have known you had an ulterior motive for coming here.  This place was too far away from home to come for lunch.”  Tae eyed Jin from across the table.  Jin had stopped by his apartment earlier, asking Taehyung to go eat at a new restaurant across the street from the mall.  Tae had been reluctant to go, preferring to spend his day off from work at home playing video games and ordering delivery instead of venturing out into the rain to go across town to eat.  However, Jin was insistent, saying he had a coupon that expired today and offered to pay for everything.

Now that their meal was over, the truth was coming out.  Jin had just asked the waiter to bring another order of food, wrapped to go.  “There’s no ulterior motive.  I just thought that since we were eating so close to Youngsook’s store, I’d get her some food too.  It’s one of her favorite places to eat.”

“If you wanted to see your girlfriend, you didn’t need to bring me along.  Why didn’t you just bring her here on her lunch break?” Tae knew there had to be more to this story.

“Saturdays are their busiest day, so she never leaves to get a proper meal.  She usually just gets a coffee and some bread from the bakery next door.  I’ll look like hero coming in with an honest-to-god meal from her favorite restaurant.” Jin fidgeted in his seat while looking at Tae.  “Plus, I need you there with me when I deliver the meal. She won’t throw the food at my head or yell at me if you are there.”

Tae crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrows in a silent question towards Jin.

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Why the Disney guys are great

ERIC: He loves his dog. He plays the flute really well and that’s hard to do. Really gentle and sweet. When he found Ariel on the beach he took her home and took care of her. Great smile. Is a chill guy but will also not hesitate to stab and kill an evil sea witch with his boat.

PHILIP: Hears a pretty sound and follows it. Great singing voice. Never realizes that the girl he fell in love with is the princess he’s supposed to marry. Falls so in love that the first thing he does is go to his father and tell him. Has that goofy little hat with a feather. Fought a motherfucking dragon on a cliff.

NAVEEN: Immediately takes off his royal suit into a civilians outfit and disappears playing ukulele. Even though he’s turned into a frog he’s still oozing confidence. Can only mince food, doesn’t know how to do anything else. Made a ring out of scrap even though they’re frogs. Is willing to give everything up as long as Tiana gets her restaurant. Has that nice curl that falls onto his forehead. Unplaceable yet charming accent.

HERCULES: His strength too big for his goddamn body. Goes from zero to a hundred real quick. Even though he can deck a monster in a minute flat he has no idea how to talk to girls. Socially awkward. Good with kids. Can do a push-up on one finger. When told to use his head he took it literally. Punched his uncle, the god of the underworld, in the face.

FLYNN RIDER: Sarcasm galore. The Smolder. Drop dead gorgeous looks. Doesn’t mind that he’s on a wanted poster but does mind that they can’t get his nose right. Is the only one who sees it’s weird to randomly start singing. Can’t fight for shit, barley manages to make do with a frying pan. Has the most ridiculous birth name in Disney history. Got stabbed in the gut but cut Rapunzel’s hair to save her, not at all caring about himself. First words after not dying aren’t “I love you” but “I have a thing for brunettes” because of corse they are.

ADAM: Swooshes his cape around in the shadows like some kind of wannabe batman. Is extra as fuck. Still acts like a child sometimes. Has had no social interaction for years but is trying his best. Gets easily confused. Doesn’t know what to do when he realizes he has feelings for people. Is too shy to tell Belle he loves her. Feels bad the second after he scares Belle away. Would literally rather die then live without the girl he loves. Has the most extra transformation back into a human while everyone else doesn’t.

MAUI: Gets scared easily. Amazing hair. That little face he makes when he can’t use his hook right. Was building a statue of himself in his cave like a dork. Magic tattoos. Can’t fish to save his life. Gave humans fire and wind and coconuts. That smirk he does, you know the one. Great sense of humor. Did everything he could think of to make humans happy so they would like him. Was a total puppy when he got his hook back and fixed.

FERDINAND: So fucking sweet and gentle. Has a name that tells us he doesn’t even need Snow White for animals to follow him around. Sings to Snow White when she’s on her balcony like a modern day Romeo. Knows when Snow White went missing because he kept visiting and goes to look for her right away. Is literally heartbroken when he finds her, thinking she’s dead and is overjoyed when she wakes up. A good boy, a soft boy. Literally has done zero things wrong in his entire life.

ALADDIN: Tricked the genie right off the bat. Jumped right in to help Jasmine with the guards. Steals food but ends up giving it to orphan children living in the street. Is the most selfless person in Agrabah. Quick thinker and can outsmart anyone. Is one of the only Disney princes who actually know how to sword fight. Has matching hats with his pet monkey.

LI SHANG: Sexuality crisis. “You fight good”. Turns a bunch of losers into warriors. Rarely ever wears a shirt for some reason. Tries out his new title of captain alone in his tent all exited like a little kid. Doesn’t give up, not once, on anything. Would literally die for Mulan. Fine as hell.

CHARMING: Gets bored at his own ball. Is a hopeless romantic. Doesn’t care for people who gush over him because he’s the prince, and in fact took interest in Cinderella because she was the only one not doing that. Jumped out a window for Cinderella. Is a super supportive husband. Went door to door looking for Cinderella, determined to find her no matter what. Good dancer.

FELIX: Doesn’t know how to be mean. Considers totally harmless words bad language. Ridiculously short. That video game sound when he jumps. Thinks that by saying Ralph’s catchphrase it will give him Ralph’s power to wreck stuff as well. Can speak qbertese. Dripping with southern farm boy charm. Is a shit dancer but that’s what makes it fun to watch. After accidentally triggering Calhoun he respects her making him leave and never uses the phrase again. Pulls Vanellope back from danger on the rainbow bridge and then makes sure she stays behind him. “Do you think they’ll stop there?” “YES!”


(( If I missed any that you want to see, just let me know & I’ll make a part 2! ))

the signs getting compliments

aries: bad at being gracious; person: wow, you’re pretty cool.  aries: yea, I know, what’s your point

taurus: is taken off guard; “I think I’m great, but everyone else is too stupid to appreciate me… except you, I guess. huh.”

gemini: gives insincere compliment in return or makes a show of false modesty

cancer: subtly fishes for compliments w/self-depreciation because they’re insecure af but also think they’re underappreciated martyrs

leo: overtly fishes for compliments using every possible method constantly, needs validation like air 

virgo: rejects compliments; “there’s always room for improvement,” gets super embarrassed but secretly kind of enjoys it (while also hating it, it’s complicated)

libra: combo of gemini, leo, and virgo- they need validation but don’t know what to do once they get it, so they’ get kind of awkward/confused

scorpio: instantly suspicious, will never trust you again

sagittarius: similar to aries with a minor difference; “thanks, I know”

capricorn: weird combination of taurus, scorpio and virgo

aquarius: doesn’t care for compliments; arrogance is already off the charts and no one’s opinion, good or bad, makes a difference

pisces: secretly a hardcore narcissist, uses same tactic as cancer

title: One-Ply Promises

rating: t

pairing: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

summary: Of all of the stupid shit Lucy has done while drunk, entering a contract with a demon probably takes the cake. The icing on said cake, however, is the fact that neither of the two know what the terms of the contract are. Until they figure it out, Lucy is stuck living with a demon who doesn’t really understand the concept of keeping a low profile.

chapter one: Always Read the Terms and Conditions

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He has fucking horns.

“Hi.” The horned man is sitting on her desk and moving his legs back and forth as if he’s on a swing and not very cheap, breakable material. “I’m looking for someone.”

Lucy points towards the door. She is beyond hungover right now, and frankly, cosplayers hanging out in her room at - she checks her phone - nine in the fucking morning doesn’t begin to make her list of the top ten weirdest things to have gone down in res. It doesn’t even make her top fifty, really.

“You know who Lucy Heartfilia is?” Horned-man asks.

Should she call the cops? Probably. Is she going to? Probably not. Lucy bobs her head (bad move, bad move, gravity doubles down for a solid ten seconds what the fuck, physics-) and waves at her face listlessly. Horned-man brightens. The blonde feels her stomach roil in response. Ugh. It’s way too early to be that chipper for anyone.

“Hi! I’m E.N.D., but you can call me Natsu! I’m a demon. You made a contract with me last night.” He hops down and fishes around in his pocket as he walks towards her bed, retrieving a neatly folded square of toilet paper which he holds out to her. She squints. She can make out her signature but the rest looks a lot like her lecture notes when she’s doing them half asleep. Definitely her writing and definitely illegible.

“I was directed to this room after you signed it and then you showed up later, but you know how drunk people are; you could have been anyone just looking for an empty room to crash! So I had to wait to confirm,” he explains. “Now, do you remember what the terms of the contract are? Because I can’t read what you’ve written.”

Lucy can’t even remember the word for the colour of her walls at the moment, but she can’t vocalize that quip thanks to the desert that has made its home in her mouth. She settles for a thumbs down. Horned-man (Naruto? She swears it’s Naruto) laughs nervously. “We, uh, might have a problem.”

Besides the fact that I’ve somehow made a contract with a demon? Wait, what? Demon? Whoa, back up. Demon. Like, actual demon ohmygod what-

“I can’t get back to Hell until I fulfill the terms of this contract.”

Oh, hell.

“I’m gonna be stuck here with you,” he says. “So, uh. Hi?”

Lucy opens her mouth and her stomach decides that right then is the perfect time to empty itself all over Naruto-demon-dude’s white pants. Because what better way to greet her new roommate than with nacho-and-martini flavoured upchuck?

anonymous asked:

56 with Jungkook. Thank you!!

Prompt request: “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” + “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A classmate has been bothering you, so your best friend, Jungkook, pretends to be your boyfriend to scare him off. Let’s just say that the act goes a little too well.

Word count: 1k words


“It’s getting worse,” you whined, star-fishing on the floor of Jungkook’s dorm. He stepped over your legs, sitting on an area of the carpet that you weren’t occupying. “This guy literally won’t leave me alone.”

“Just threaten to report him for sexual harassment,” Jungkook suggested. He shook his head violently, his wet hair sending droplets of water everywhere. He had just finished showering in preparation for your (academically irresponsible) movie marathon.

“With what evidence?” you sighed, pulling yourself into a sitting position. You pulled your knees up to your chest. “He’s not a bad guy, I don’t think. He’s just too nice and it’s really creepy.”

“Well, you know what I do about my problems,” Jungkook laughed, turned towards his small TV, scrolling through Netflix. “Ignore them until they go away.”

“You’re not helping!” you shrieked, stretching out a leg to kick Jungkook in the side. He toppled over, laughing as he went.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do about this,” he said after righting himself.

“Maybe be a little supportive,” you pouted, turning your attention to the television. Jungkook was browsing through the different genres. As he skipped over the Romantic Comedy section, an idea dawned on you. A brilliant idea. “Jungkook.”

Your friend turned to you reluctantly, recognizing your tone of voice. He knew it meant something bad for him. “Please, no,” he whispered.

“I’ve got a plan,” you shared, completely ignoring what Jungkook had just said. “You’re going to pretend to be my boyfriend. You’re going to pick me up from class in a romantic fashion. Then, the creep will get the message and leave me alone.”

“I-I don’t know, Y/N,” Jungkook stammered, eyes widening before avoiding yours. “I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Why don’t you tell him up front that you’re not interested?”

“You think I haven’t tried that?” you snorted. You crawled over to where Jungkook was sitting and latched onto his arm. “Please? For your best friend? Plus, you owe me a favour from May 6th, 2009–if I recall correctly.”

“Don’t bring that day up ever again,” Jungkook replied automatically, cringing at the memory. He heaved a heavy sigh and chewed on his bottom lip. You could tell he was about to give in. “Fine. This is a big favour you’re cashing in, so you better not regret this.”

“Thanks, Kookie!” you beamed, engulfing his frame in a hug. He stiffened underneath you–never one for physical affection–and you let him go. You moved back to your original spot, turing back to the TV. “Put on some rom coms. We need to do research.”


In retrospect, you realized Jungkook was right. This was not a very good idea. Asking your friend to pretend to be your boyfriend for the sake of fending off pursuers? Not the best idea. Asking your best friend, whom you’ve been harbouring a secret crush on for years? The worst idea.

Currently, he had an arm wrapped securely around your waist, somewhat shielding your body with his larger one. Your breathing was strained as you tried to keep it steady, which was nearly impossible with Jungkook’s closeness. Jungkook was not bothered by the proximity, more occupied with glaring daggers at the boy who had refused to leave you alone.

“And who are you, exactly?” Jungkook spat, every word laced with venom. You weren’t entirely sure if this was an act, since Jungkook had walked in when the boy was getting particularly handsy.

“J-just a classmate,” the boy stuttered, cowering away from Jungkook’s wrath. He turned his gaze to you accusingly. “You didn’t say you had a boyfriend.”

“Didn’t realize I had to,” you responded coldly, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

“Bitch,” the boy spat, turning on his heel to walk away.

You gasped as Jungkook lunged forward and jerked the boy back by the shoulder. Your classmates nearby stilled at Jungkook’s aggression. He pushed the boy into the wall, the latter’s head thumping quite loudly against it.

“If you ever say that again,” Jungkook hissed, the veins on his arms popping out as he gripped the boy’s collar, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“You’re crazy, man,” the boy nearly screamed, wiggling out of Jungkook’s grasp and running out of the room. The spectators eyed Jungkook cautiously, but the boy paid them no mind.

“Let’s get out of here, Y/N,” Jungkook huffed, still fuming. He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers with his, and led you out of the classroom. “You didn’t tell me that guy was a fucking asshole.”

“It’s usually not that bad. Don’t be angry. But thank you, it really means a lot to me,” you smiled, walking quickly to match Jungkook’s long strides. As you strode through the busy hallways, you couldn’t help but glance at your interlocked hands. “Uh, Jungkook? You don’t have to keep holding my hand.”

“I want to,” Jungkook said simply, giving your hand a slight squeeze.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually were in love with me!” you joked, trying to ignore the butterflies Jungkook’s admission had caused.

Suddenly, Jungkook stopped walking. He pulled you to a stop as well, leaving the two of you in close proximity. Jungkook bit his lip, but his eyes pierced into yours. Almost unnoticeably, Jungkook took an unsteady intake of breath.

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” he whispered, his grip on your hand tightening.

Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “Are you being serious?” you choked out. Jungkook nodded shyly, a light blush donning his cheeks.

“Well?”

A huge smile illuminated your face, and you felt your heart soar. “Well, I would be the happiest person alive,” you laughed, “cause I’ve been in love with you since then, too.”

Jungkook returned your smile with a beautiful one of his own–it made his eyes crinkle and showed all of his teeth, and it was perfect. The two of you leaned into each other’s space, Jungkook’s hands coming to rest around your waist. He looked into your eyes, searching.

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” Jungkook asked with a cheeky smile.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathed.

Then his lips met yours, and everything was right in the world.

- Girl in Luv

Thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this, and I might turn it into a longer one in the future tbh. Hope you liked it!! Thanks to all the anons who requested it. This is our prompts page if you want to read more from us. Happy reading!

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where the bros and cor have an S/O who is a bit of an airhead? I'm a little self conscious because people say that I am ㅠ_ㅠ

Hey there Anon :) Of course I can- this one truly hits close to home because I’ve been called an airhead plenty of times as well! (It’s not our fault we get lost in our thoughts at the best of times T.T). I’m going to write these as small scenarios because I need to be in bed really soon xD Hope that’s okay! <3


Noctis: Truthfully, Noctis is a bit of an airhead himself. He’s actually happy that you have the same tendency to get lost in your own thoughts in any given situation- whether it be during your down time, or in the middle of doing something incredibly important. That’s not to say that he doesn’t scold you a little when you zone out during a battle, or any other equally life-threatening situation. When he notices that your eyes are glazed over on the battle field, he usually moves in towards you and pinches you really hard on the tender skin of your inner arm to snap you back to reality. The glare he shoots you as he retreats back into battle upsets you greatly, and you feel absolutely awful every time this happens- but in the heat of the moment, where every second counts, Noctis doesn’t really know how else to snap you out of your thoughts. Nor does he have the time to be gentle in his manner of coaxing you out of your own mind.

Once the imminent danger has passed, Noctis immediately scoops you up into his arms and apologises profusely. He’s usually not one for public displays of affection, but he ignores Gladio and Prompto’s wolf whistles and cat calls in the back ground as he clings to you and gently scolds you about your short attention span. “I love you too much to lose you- please, pay attention next time?” he begs you. You sniffle and snuggle into your concerned and scared prince’s chest and nod vigorously.

“Okay. I’ll do my best.”

A few hours later, you’re scolding Noctis about his own air-headedness after a particularly close call with a bunch of hundlegs, and holding the young prince while Ignis lectures his childhood friend about how unbecoming hypocrisy is of a future king. Meanwhile, Gladio and Prompto cackle in the background.


Prompto: Prompto finds your air-headedness adorable. He loves it when he catches you drifting off into space, your eyes glazing over and your breaths coming out in little sighs every once in a while. This sunshine boy is mostly happy to leave you to your own devices when you get this way, and takes PLENTY of pictures of you in this dazed state. You’re always none the wiser until you and the boys are settled at a camp site or hotel.

Noctis, Gladio, and even Ignis (!) have a good laugh at your far-off expressions caught on Prompto’s camera. You usually get really sensitive about their reactions and snatch your boyfriend’s camera out of his hands. You’re about to delete the pictures when Prompto tackles you down onto the bed your seated on, in view of all the guys, and kisses you silly- gently prying his precious camera out of your grip as you easily get lost in his sudden display of affection.

Prompto finally retracts his body off yours triumphantly, pressing a final lingering kiss on your cheek before placing his camera into one of his deeper pants pockets. “Sorry, I just love it when you look all dazed. You remind me of a sleepy baby chocobo!” Prompto tries to placate you. You sigh and pout, crossing your hands over your chest, and Prompto laughs a little as your gaze grows glazed and distant once again as you get lost in your own thoughts about Prompto’s obsession with your air-headedness.

You don’t even notice the guys’ voices reprimanding Prompto as he pulls his camera out to take a few more adoring shots of you in his favourite dazed state.


Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia loves to tease you about your air-headedness while you’re all in the Regalia, headed to your next destination. It’s his favourite pass time. You absolutely hate it. He makes you feel so DUMB sometimes, when he reminds you of all the potentially fatal mistakes you’ve made out on the field.

“Hey, remember that time you threw me an ether instead of an antidote? THAT was pretty shocking, even for you!” Gladio laughs light-heartedly, but your eyes begin to brim with tears. You’re wedged between Noctis and Gladio in the back seat, and Ignis has a clear view of you in the rear-view mirror. He’s the first to notice the tears streaming down your face.

“Gladio.” Ignis reprimands. You sniffle particularly loudly, and that’s all it takes for your sometimes-obnoxious boyfriend to immediately turn his body towards you and guide your head to his warm, bare chest. Noctis sighs and merely pats your knee in sympathy- knowing full well how bad it feels to be the butt of Gladio’s jokes. He’s been called ‘puny’ while fishing too many times to count!

“Aw, babe- you know I think it’s cute that you’re such an airhead!” Gladio tries to console you. You whine in annoyance and swat Gladio’s chest, tears of frustration running down your cheeks. Gladio could be a complete ass sometimes… but, that’s something that makes him slightly more adorable in your eyes. His naivety knows no bounds.

“And I think it’s amazing how pig-headed you are!” you retaliate, after calming down a little. Your comment elicits a short, but loud laugh from Ignis. He immediately apologises, but his sudden outburst has both Noctis and Prompto clutching their bellies and laughing at the expense of a rather shocked looking Gladio.

“Hey! I am NOT pig-headed!”


Ignis: Ignis frowns at you as you both leave the Lestallum Leville’s bar together. You and the guys had been indulging in a night of alcohol induced fun during your down time, and the money all of you had saved collectively from the various hunts you’d all completed. Ignis cut himself off at two drinks, ever the responsible one. That, and he wasn’t happy with the way you unknowingly encouraged the less-than-innocent advances of other young men present at the bar that night.

Once you and Ignis are out in the humid night air of Lestallum, you turn to your boyfriend, eyes wide in concern. “Iggy? You don’t look so good- do you need to sit down?” you ask, genuine concern lacing your voice. Ignis’ frown deepens and he immediately rounds on you. You let out a short shriek at his sudden movement, having been semi-lost in your own thoughts about how you were going to take care of your boyfriend’s less-than-ideal looking health that evening.

Ignis grasps your forearms in his large and elegant bare hands, pinning you in place. You let your eyes wander to his piercing green orbs and you can’t help but gulp in slight trepidation. Ignis has never been so rough with you. You couldn’t help but feel both confused and enthralled at the slightly wild behaviour.

“Must you look upon every man with those hooded eyes? Do you even know what you’re doing, y/n?” Ignis chides, his gaze darkening as he leans his face closer to yours. You let out a short breath and shake your head, snapping yourself out of your momentary, yet frequently occurring, daze.

“W-what do you mean?” you stutter. Ignis shakes his head, his gaze softening as he pecks your lips gently with his own. Your eyes remain wide open and unblinking. You’re utterly confused. What is wrong with Ignis? Is he drunk?

“You really don’t have a clue… absolutely charming.” Ignis whispers, pulling you into a tender kiss before withdrawing and gently taking your hand. “I really do have to keep an eye on you if I want to keep you safe from the vultures.”

You just let Ignis drag you along, deciding for yourself in your mind that, yes, Ignis is probably drunk.

He is not.


Cor: When Cor first realises you tend to get lost in your own thoughts, he finds you absolutely infuriating on a professional level- given that you are part of the Crownsguard. But being the professional marshal of the Crownsguard that he is, he’s not going to fire you on your first day simply because you have some attention span issues. That, and you are his romantic partner. He does, however, make sure that all your practical assignments are completed under his exclusive supervision. He really doesn’t want to be liable for your death if you manage to space out during a life-or-death battle out on the field.

During these practical missions, Cor is not your boyfriend, he is your marshal. And he’s terribly harsh when you mess up. He berates you openly in front of your peers, and even they linger around while you try to stop your tears from slipping down your face to cheer you up. “Don’t worry- he’s just worried about you. Next time, pay attention and you won’t have to hear him go off at you again.”

But you can’t help it. Your mind races constantly at every little stimuli you come across. You see a tree, you think they look like giant pieces of broccoli. You see Cor, you can’t help but recall the feeling of his lips on your skin so many weeks ago… you want to feel his lips against yours again…

“Y/N- FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” you jump at the marshal’s extremely agitated voice, only to realise there’s a coeurl baring its fangs right at you, ready to pounce. You shoot at it immediately with your twin pistols, effectively shooting right through its eyes and into its skull. It’s an instant kill.

You’d usually be celebrating by now, but you can’t do a thing with Cor looking at you with THAT much fury in his steel blue eyes. Your eyes immediately tear up and you can’t control your sniffles and sobs this time. Your peers all scatter, feeling uncomfortable in both yours and Cor’s presence.

Cor steps forward, not relenting in his berating the slightest at the sight of your tears. “How many TIMES do I have to tell you? Pay attention!”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir,” you choke out. Cor’s gaze softens slightly at the shaky tone of your voice.

“Do I have to leave you at the Citadel next time? You know you’ll be demoted if things come down to that, y/n.” Cor warns you, stepping closer- his voice stern.

You nod, unable to answer him verbally as your shoulders begin to shudder uncontrollably.

You suddenly find yourself pulled into Cor’s warm chest, his strong arms encircling your frame and pulling you flush against his body. “I can’t take my eyes off you one moment before you go and find yourself in trouble, can I?” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. This tender act makes you cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry!” you cry out, burying yourself into his warmth. Cor sighs and nuzzles your soft hair.

“Don’t apologise, just pay attention long enough to stay alive and by my side, alright?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of guilt, and Cor presses yet another tender kiss on the crown of your head and holds you until your tears cease to fall.

anonymous asked:

Hello may I request a first meeting/date in an aquarium AU? Thank you so much and have a good day/night ahead! ^^ <3

aw this is such a cUTE IDEA !! <3

  • do you think now would be a good time to mention my massive phobia of the ocean and everything in it…?
  • “that’s you.”
    • “aw that’s so sweet!”
      “no, i was pointing at the blobfish.”
  • the first time i met you, you were imitating a dolphin.
  • “WOAH THAT’S A BIG SHARK”
    “you’re yelling again.”
    “i get excited, sorry.”
  • so you’re telling me, in all the years of your life, you have never been to an aquarium?!? you have not lived.
  • the aquarium has one of those pools where you get to pet the fish and you’re literally the only full grown adult trying to pet the fish, but you look just as excited and hyperactive as the kids.
  • i work at the aquarium and this person (really cute person) is really interested in this one species, which i just so happen to be standing by how c o n v e n i e n t
    • you started talking aloud and it took me a few seconds to realise but you were addressing me and omg please talk more about this creature 
      • this is the most amusing thing i’ve seen because i’m talking about this sea-creature but im making it up as i go along and this employee is totally buying it this is the best
  • …what on earth could this person want with five massive seal plushies???
  • i can see you from the other side of the fish tank so you look a bit distorted but shit even when you’re distorted you’re attractive
  • you’re the only other person here at the aquarium and it’s like 10 PM, so i’m guessing you had a rough day too, huh?
  • yeah, hi, i’m petrified of sharks but i want to see the rest of the aquarium so do you think you could guide me through while i keep my eyes closed??? 
  • i work at the information booth and you literally just came up to me and talked to me for a solid forty minutes about how we should use jellyfish to conduct electricity… and the worst part is, i’m kind of onboard. 
  • “can we buy an aquarium?”
    “no.”
    “please?”
    “…i’ll think about it.”
  • “i feel really bad, this was meant to be a date but i just spent the whole time looking at the fish, that must’ve been really boring for you; sorry.”
    “who ever said i was complaining?”
  • “hey…do you think i could go all dory on this and speak whale?”
    “we’re in a public place, please don’t.”
    “too late! hIIiI theRe!”
    “i can’t believe it but i think it’s actually working.”
    • “and that’s the story of how we got kicked out the aquarium”
  • Finding Nemo: In Real Life
  • you tried to pet the fish and surprise the fish didn’t like it and they bit you, so now i’m currently giving you first aid whilst at the same time trying to calm you down. what an unforgettable first date this is huh.
    • (alternatively) we were at the petting pool and we went to go pet the fish before we left, i noticed that once we were out of the aquarium there was a massive stain on the front of your shirt..
      • “did you seriously just steal a fish? it’ll die.”
        “don’t worry! it’s in a bag of water of course. how stupid do you think i am?”
        “how did you- when did you- why - you know what, i’m not even gonna bother.”

- jess

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Leto!Joker Imagine - Batman messes with your mind

Originally posted by fakesonia

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

Your P.O.V.

Long story short, Batman didn’t let me and Joker escape that easily every time. We had been messing with good old Batsy tonight but somewhere during that fun we crossed the line. The car chase part was all fun and games but it came to an end when we kinda crashed into a warehouse. Both cars went through the walls like a knife into hot butter. Now we were here and a real fight was on.

Joker got out of the car and so did I. The warehouse smelled bad like rotten wood and fish but it wasn’t in the middle of the city. We could blow up stuff! Well technically we could do that in the middle of the city too. Oh well.

‘’Come out Batsy! I can count to three!’’ I yelled at him while holding my beloved gun. You see we checked his car and it seemed empty. We couldn’t open it but I doubted he was in it. So Batsy had to be behind one of these boxes. ‘’Are you scared of my Y/N?’’ Joker laughed darkly. I smirked and narrowed my eyes. Suddenly I heard footsteps and I turned to my left. Through flames and broken stuff I saw Batsy coming. He looked rather calm but I could tell he was angry.

‘’Gotcha!’’ I chirped and aimed my gun at him. I felt happy and excited now. ‘’We both know you won’t pull the trigger on me Y/N’’ Batman told me seriously. What the heck? I gave him a stern look and I pouted my lips. That’s when Joker walked closer to us. Batman didn’t seem worried although he had two guns pointed to him. ‘’What do you mean Batsy? Don’t be so full of yourself. I don’t love you if that’s what you think’’ I spat and wanted to show him my tongue. It made Joker giggle.

‘’I can’t blame you. You don’t even know what true love is’’ Batman told me rudely. My eyes widened this time. How could he?  ‘’Hell yeah I do Bat. If you look right next to me you can see a very real man who I love and he loves me’’ I defended myself. Joker put his hand on my shoulder and I smiled. I loved him and he loved me.

‘’Really? What exactly do you call love? He just hurts people for fun’’ Batman growled. I saw that his hands were empty which surprised me. Usually by now Batsy would have made an attack.  ‘’Shut up Batman. This cat and mouse was fun tonight but I think you should already go and hang yourself. I mean, if that’s how you sleep since you’re a bat’’ Joker started to get angry. Why was he taking this so seriously? 

Batman’s face looked sterner than usually. Was he actually trying to win this fight with words? With a mixture of the freaking alphabet? Ha! ‘’ Am I upsetting you Joker? Can’t you handle it if she finds out the truth about you?’’ Batman spoke furiously. Their behaviour was so different tonight. I didn’t know whether it was this dark stinky warehouse or their behaviour that made my head ache. What the hell was happening?

‘’She knows the real me. What are you trying to do anyway? Why haven’t you hit me already?’’ Joker snickered and moved away from me. I watched how he got closer to Batman. Oh boy. ‘’I’m trying to make her realize what kind of a fool you are. Y/N was a perfectly fine and sane woman before you fucked her up. She, unlike you, still has a chance to live a good life’’ Batman explained angrily and to be honest it was quite a shocker - even for me.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a surprise.Batgirl appeared out of nowhere and attacked Joker. The two of them fell down onto the ground and started fighting. ‘’Hey!’’ I screamed and hurried to Joker. He would be just fine but I think that the start of the fight was unfair. J punched the red head just as I was going to drag her off of him. Of course I couldn’t do that. Batman grabbed me by my waist and dragged me away from the scene. I dug my nails into his arms but it was useless because of his damn suit.

‘’Let me go!’’ I hissed and then I hit his face with my elbow. He grunted but it didn’t make him let go. Once we were behind a box, he pressed me against it. I didn’t know when but he had sneakily managed to handcuff me. ‘’You big bag of shit let me go’’ I spat into his face. It was so close. ‘’No Y/N you’re going to listen to me’’ He demanded darkly. Something about his behaviour made me a little scared. Batman wasn’t like this. Had he hit his head or something?

‘’Well if you expect me to trust you then you should trust me and I feel untrusted with these damn cuffs’’ I sighed tiredly. This night was a bummer! Why couldn’t we just drive around Gotham and maybe have an epic fight scene on the road and escape like smoke into air? ‘’That’s not the point’’ Batman argued with me. I rolled my eyes and decided to listen. If he got too freaky I’d attack him. 

One thing was for sure, I wasn’t going to Arkham.

‘’If you don’t listen to me now Y/N, there will come a day when you’re screaming for help because he’s going to hurt you real bad’’ Batman warned me without even stuttering. It made him sound very sure of himself. Before I could answer, I heard a scream of pain. ‘’That will be you one day’’ He spat and then ran off. He had to save Batgirl. I followed Batman and stopped at a safe distance. Joker and Batgirl sure had a good fight. I saw blood on the ground and on my J.

Joker walked to me calmly with a smile on his face. He had blood splatters on his skin and I had a strong feeling that they weren’t his. Batgirl had left marks on him ,sure, but she had a knife in her thigh. Batman picked her up and hurried to the Bat mobile. Joker wanted to chase them a little more, but I grabbed his coat.

‘’Not today Puddin, please. I’m worn out’’ I pouted and gave him my big glossy eyes. He sighed and stopped. ‘’Fine dear but next time I want to fight him too’’ He made a deal with me. I just nodded with a fake smile. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Joker. But Batman messed with my mind.

What if he was telling me the truth? Could the man I loved and the man who loved me hurt me like that? Okay J could hurt me a little bit but it wasn’t anything serious. Also most of the time it was in bed. He was bad to me rarely but if he was, it was my fault.

‘’Let’s go. It seems like Batsy gave you something stupid to think about’’ J though out loud with mystery in his voice. ‘’Oh don’t worry J, it was just rubbish’’ I reassured him. Just rubbish..

(Okay although this was Leto!Joker, I got inspiration from the Batman animated series. I just watched so many episodes because of the nostalgia.)

He arranged the menu, the venue, the seating
  • Madison: so what are we having to eat tonight at the meeting sir? Remember Hamilton is coming..
  • Jefferson: We're having Mac and cheese!
  • Madison: grEAt
  • *later*
  • Jefferson: Ah Hamilton! Hello, come in, now Gentleman, just quickly, neither of you have allergies right? We're having Mac and Cheese..
  • Hamilton: I'm allergic to fish, but thats fi-
  • Jefferson: ToO BaD WE'rE HavINg SALMoN
So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!
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The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how 'sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.

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The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.

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The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

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The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.

“Dave”

He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

favorite lines from broadway songs: Newsies

santa fe (prologue)- there’s a life that’s worth the livin’, and i’m gonna do my share.

carrying the banner- it’s a crooked game we’re playing, one we’ll never lose, long as suckers don’t mind payin’, just to get bad news.

the bottom line- shaving is tricky, the razor should float, shave me to close and you may slit my throat.

that’s rich- hey baby, i was just talkin’ about you.

i never planned on you- i got no use for moonlight, or sappy poetry.

the world will know- the world will know that we’ve been here.

watch what happens- it can’t be any worse than how it’s been.

seize the day- wrongs will be righted, if were united.

santa fe- let me go far away, somewhere they won’t ever find me, and tomorrow won’t remind me of today.

king of new york- i gotta be either dead or dreamin’, ‘cause look at that pape with my face beamin’, tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it, but i was a star for one whole minute.

letter from the refuge- on the rooftop you said that a family looks out for each other, so you tell all the fellas for me to protect one another.

watch what happens (reprise)- dave what the hell, did they bust up your brains or somethin’, as i recall dave, we all got our asses kicked, they won.

the bottom line (reprise)- too bad you’ve no family, but you can’t have mine.

brooklyns here- have no fear, you know we’ve got your back from way back, brooklyns here, we’ll get your pay back and some payback.

something to believe in- one day may be forever, but that’s okay.

once and for all- this is the story we needed to write, as we’re kept out of sight, but no more, in a few hours by dawns early light we’ll be ready to fight us a war.

finale- now my eyes is finally open, and my dreams theys average sized, but they don’t much matter if you ain’t with me.

If Jamie and Claire could text: Jamie and Jenny fighting upon arrival at Lallybroch Edition
  • Elder Ian: so…
  • Elder Ian: THIS is awkward, aye?
  • Claire: oh my god I’m so glad you said something
  • Elder Ian: I promise we dinna usually subject new family members to public screaming matches across the dinner table
  • Claire: quite alright
  • Claire: glad to have someone to talk to during it!
  • Claire: how did you get my number btw?
  • Elder Ian: tis public on your twitter
  • Elder Ian: you’re surprisingly forthcoming with personal details for someone w/ a very vague past
  • Claire: haha yeahhhhh I really need to go back and do some deletion
  • Claire: shit… I REALLY need to do that, now you mention it
  • Elder Ian: yeah your feed from 6 or 7 weeks ago is *nuts*
  • Claire: oh golly, what was happening in my life 6 or 7 weeks ago? 🤔
  • Elder Ian: something about stones
  • Elder Ian: followed by an impressive slew of cursing
  • Elder Ian: and lots of the stuff before that didna make any sense to me at all
  • Elder Ian: must have been some excellent shit you were on
  • Elder Ian: if you’ve got any on ye at the moment, i would happily share to escape their caterwauling at each other
  • Claire: haha, I’m all out
  • Claire: sadly
  • Elder Ian: boooooo
  • Claire: definitely the most stoned I've ever been
  • Claire: like being transported a whole other world
  • Claire: ANYWAYYYYY
  • Claire: lord, they REALLY are tearing into one another aren't they????
  • Elder Ian: oh aye, canna stop a Fraser when they're fashed
  • Elder Ian: and TWO of them having it out...
  • Elder Ian: might as well try lullabies on wildcats
  • Claire: will they...hurt each other dye think
  • Elder Ian: probably
  • Elder Ian: but not too bad
  • Claire: Jamie's being a right bellend about this
  • Elder Ian: with distinction!
  • Claire: this must be some marital rite of passage but let me just apologize to you for his behavior. He's barely letting her get a word in edgewise
  • Elder Ian: DNF, they'll work it out in the end
  • Elder Ian: and let me apologize for Jen as well
  • Elder Ian: she's really a wonderful person
  • Elder Ian: I have a feeling the two of Ye will take to each other just fine when the dust settles
  • Elder Ian: if she hasna gutted him like a fish
  • Claire: I have to ask...
  • Claire: IS wee jamie...?
  • Elder Ian: oh no, he's mine for sure
  • Elder Ian: Randall didna bed her
  • Claire: oh I'm so so glad to hear that
  • Claire: Jamie you ARSE shut your gd mouth and let your sister tell you that for chrissake
  • Elder Ian: no help for it
  • Elder Ian: but thank you claire
  • Elder Ian: rushed, your marriage may have been, but it seems a good one nevertheless
  • Claire: 😊
  • Claire: thank you
  • Claire: except for this last hour it's been lovely
  • Elder Ian: I promise they'll be fine tomorrow
  • Claire: really, though, should we just leave?
  • Claire: We could have a real chat instead of sneakychatting under the table
  • Elder Ian: I've a better idea
  • Elder Ian: Fraser Drinking Game: whiskey edition
  • Elder Ian: one sip for Jen saying "clotheid" or "gomeral"
  • Claire: bahaha, well, if I know Jamie, let's go one sip for every variant on "damn you, woman"
  • Elder Ian: two for something flying across the room
  • Claire: continuous sipping anytime they devolve into Gaelic tirades
  • Elder Ian: two huge swallows everytime the servants poke their heads in looking terrified
  • Claire: biggest gulp possible everytime one of them gets so furious they choke and can't get the word out
  • Elder Ian: GOOD ONE
  • Claire: we are gonna be So. FUCKED. UP.
  • {{{They make eye contact across the table and raise their glasses in salute }}}
Sinbad no Bouken 142 RAW + a Summary!

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kashiwazakiis  asked:

Hi!!! So I just had to say I love your voltron family au!! So much in fact that I spent the last 3 days reading every single thing I could!! Also I was wondering how would the family react when they find out Hunk really wants to marry Shay??

!!!!! The fact you spent 3 days reading every single thing that you could makes me sdfhkjsdhfkjsdhf! I’m happy you love this au!! *u*

[The Voltron Family] Keith and Shiro were in bed, cuddling. They were talking about how their day went at work. They were, however, interrupted by a slight knock on their door. There stood their son, Hunk, looking hesitant.

Keith: *detaches himself from Shiro* *sits up* Hey, baby, what’s up?
Hunk: *bites his lips* C-can I talk to you both? *looks at them in panic* Or are you planning on doing something tonight?
Shiro: *looks at Keith* Keith, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to make love?
Keith: *monotone* *places hand on chest* I’m sorry. I thought my intentions were so obvious from the start, Takashi? Can’t you see? *waves at his body* I’m literally longing for your touches.
Shiro: Oh damn.
Hunk: *rolls eyes* Okay, okay. Sorry, I asked. No need to remind me of your sexuality, Daddy Keith.
Keith: *chuckles* Sometimes people forget, yknow?
Hunk: So can I come in?
Shiro: Our door is literally open every night since you were kids, sweetheart.
Hunk: I know. *fidgets* But we’re no longer kids.
Keith: Hmmm, that’s debatable. 
Hunk: *enters the room and sits on the bed* I was actually going to talk about that. *sighs* *looks at his dads* How did you know you wanted to get married?
Shiro: *smiles and looks at Keith* Well…
Keith: Don’t turn sappy, please, for the love of god.
Shiro: Awww, Keith. *pouts* Don’t be like that. 
Keith: I’m only like this because you’re like that.
Shiro: *coos* You love me anyway.
Keith: Never said I didn’t. *nudges Shiro and looks at Hunk* 
Shiro: *coughs* Sorry. *chuckles softly*
Hunk: *beams* No, no, it’s fine. I love looking at you being so in love with each other after what? 29 years or so?
Shiro: 31. *smiles to himself* *looks at Keith* Oh my god, Keith. You’re so old.
Keith: *slaps Shiro* Shut up, you’re literally grandpa age by now.
Shiro: *frowns playfully* Hey! I’m not that old!
Hunk: *coughs* So! Going back on topic… *looks at Shiro expectantly*
Shiro: Well, your Daddy Keith and I were together for such a long time. We both had stable jobs, had places of our own. I guess you could say I just can’t imagine spending the rest of my grandpa years *smirks at Keith* with anyone else. *squeezes Keith’s hand* I decided that I really loved him so much after 8 years and I wanted to put a ring on it. *chuckles*
Keith: Oh my god. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: We got married at the age of 30 and it was the best decision of my life. *looks at Hunk* 
Hunk: So you’re saying I should wait at least 8 years?
Shiro: Not really, no. It depends.
Keith: *stares at Hunk* *says quietly* Is this about Shay?
Hunk: *blushes and looks around* Um…
Keith: *gasps softly* It is about Shay. Hunk, are you—
Hunk: *deflates* I just wanted to make sure if I’m making the right decision. Marriage seems scary but when I look at you two… *smiles* I just can’t help myself to want that with someone, too.
Shiro: Awww, Hunk. *smiles softly* *looks at Keith* WE’RE MARRIAGE GOALS, BRO. *fists bumps*
Keith: Damn right we are, bro. *returns the fist bump*
Hunk: *rolls his eyes fondly* Dads, please.
Keith: *chuckles* We can’t tell you what is right or wrong, Hunk. *caresses Hunk’s hand* Your feelings are yours and yours alone. If you think marrying Shay is right, then go for it. If you want to wait a little longer just to make sure, then go ahead and wait. What your Daddy Shiro and I have is different from what you have with Shay. So you can’t exactly follow what we did.
Hunk: But—
Keith: I’m ace, Shay is not. Your Daddy Shiro and I waited just to make sure if he really wants to continue being with me despite what I cannot give.
Shiro: In the end, it’s really your decision to make and we’ll both support you.
Hunk: You guys… *teary eyed* Thank you. You’re the best. *hugs both of them and kisses them goodnight*

The following morning, during breakfast.

Lance: Oh my god. Hunk! Are you fucking serious?!
Shiro: *drinks his coffee* *doesn’t take his eyes off the newspaper he’s reading* Bad Words Jar, Lance. It’s too early for this. *slides the jar*
Lance: *nonchalantly fishes out some coins and places it in the jar* No fucking way!! *beams at Hunk*
Keith: Lance. *sips hot choco*
Lance: Oh come on!!! *puts more coins in the jar*
Pidge: *glares at Hunk* Dude, you’re gonna marry Shay?
Hunk: Well, more like propose to her.
Pidge: Same banana. *eats her bacon*
Hunk: She can still refuse though. 
Lance: *scoffs* Shay? Refusing your proposal? *waves his hand dismissively* No way! She’s completely fucking nuts about you! That’s true love, man.
Shiro: Lance. *still reading his newspaper* *taps the jar*
Keith: *smiles in amusement* 

anonymous asked:

Since you said Niall would be mlt do camping sex can we get a blurb???

It had been two days since Niall ran into the house screaming your name at the top of his lungs.  He’d rented a truck.  That’s all he kept repeating as he told you to get packed.  The excitement on his face was contagious even if you didn’t know what the hell he had up his sleeve.

And now, sitting in the freezing cold, your hair dirty, your fingernails full of grime, your legs starting to grow back the hair you’d shaved off at an alarming rate…you wished you’d asked questions or at least looked outside to see what kind of truck he’d been talking about.

It was a pickup truck, the bed filled to the brim with camping equipment.  It was fourth of July weekend in Los Angeles.  It was hot and sweaty and Niall wanted to head out of the city and do some camping.

But you hated camping.  Since you were a kid you’d hated it.  Your mom had tried, unsuccessfully, to get you to enjoy it but every single time you ended up packing up early and going home.

You weren’t a girly girl nor did you hate the outdoors.  Nature was great, in small doses.  But you liked your shower, you liked being able to get the dirt out from under your nails and keep it out for a good portion of the day.  You liked being clean.

Niall, on the other hand, was loving it.  And to be honest it was nice to see him so relaxed.  He was having a good time and after all the hard work he’d put in doing Jingle Ball shows and promoting his single, he needed it.  You just wished your boyfriend could have “needed it” in a five star resort where someone was in charge of handing you fruity drinks every three hours.

You threw down your spatula after the third hotdog you’d tried to cook ended up in the fire,

“Ugh!”  You screamed out.  

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