at least you still wear red

Mafia!Jungkook Imagine

Summary:

Imagine your a police officer trying to arrest a mafia boss… A quite special one. In the end, nothing goes like planned…

 Genre:

Mafia!Au, and a little bit of everything?

Part 1//Part 2


Usually you weren’t charged with cases involving the mafia. Especially since you got this job only half a year ago. But today, you entered your working place and instantly noticed that something was off: Everyone was looking at you with a curious, sympathetic expression. You raised your eyebrows in confusion when your boss, a middle-aged, serious woman, left her office and came your way.

“Good morning, (Y/N). I’ve got bad news. Officer Miller didn’t return from his… mission yesterday. He probably got in contact with the mafia. We need someone to search for him. Your the only one who  might know where exactly he went.”

Your eyes went big in shock and you nodded. Yes, you knew where he went. And you’d told him at least 10 times to stay away from there. That idiot… Of course you were the one saving his ass now. You informed your boss that you were leaving immediatly, since every second might be his last. You also took one of your co-workers with you, since you didn’t want to make the same mistake as him. 10 minutes later, equipped with a gun and a tracking device, you and oneof your co-workers where rushing to the place where you assumed you’d find the Officer.

“I can’t believe Miller was naive enough to go there alone. Even I heard that this part of town is practically invested by the mafia! What was he hoping? That he could arrest them all alone?”, the young man accompanying you said angrily.

You just shrugged your shoulders. Actually, he was probably right. Some people just wanted to be a hero at all costs.

After looking for the officer for about 2 hours in a quite shabby neighbourhood, the two of you arrived at a shady looking bar. Just looking at it made you feel uncomfortable. The wall was painted all black but the colour was already falling off, making the whole building looking kind off run-down. There where no windows. The only hint of colour decorating the bar was a yellow neon sign. It said ‘Happy Oasis’, which made you roll your eyes. Whoever picked this name was probably blind. But you were pretty sure the Officer went to this part of town, so if they didn’t bring him to another place that fast, this bar was your last hope.

You told your co-worker to stay close to you as you entered the bar. Loud, harsh voices, the smell of alcohol and way to much perfume were making you want to puke or at least run away. But you forced yourself to stay and observe the bar. You pulled your collar up to your nose and made sure your gun was still there. It was an open secret that you weren’t welcome here and luckily you weren’t dumb enough to wear your police uniform. It only took you a few seconds to realize that you were being observed.  

In the darkest corner of the bar a few guys were sitting on a big, dark red sofa. They were drinking a strange clear liquid and some of them had amused smirks on their faces. You immediatly knew who they where. Not like they were trying to hide it.

“I think those guys might know where Officer Miller is…”, your co-worker whispered. You nodded slightly, not wanting to catch the attention of even more people. Well, there was only one way to find out. You exchanged a knowing glance with him, then you made your way over to the sofa. You didn’t even need to say anything, one of them immediatly started talking.

“Well well, what are the cops doing at a place like this? Is your job getting boring?”, he said as he raised one eyebrow. Some of the other guys started laughing.

You tried not to show them how confused you where. How did he know you where cops? Did you act that obvious? However, you still had to find out where Miller was.

“You know why whe’re here. You took something that’s not yours. And we’d like to have it back.”, you said with a stable voice. The last thing you wanted was to sound intimidated- even If you where.

Now all of them were laughing. The atmosphere was overbearing. You exchanged an alarmed look with your co-worker. Maybe they weren’t the one who took Miller and you where just getting yourselfs in danger, without a reason. Maybe you should just leave. At least your brain was telling you to do so. And your legs. And basically every cell of your body.

“We take something that’s not ours every day, sweetie.You'll have to get more precise, I don’t have time for you.”

Your nerves where already all on edge, so you decided to just confront him. Not like you had a choice, this wasn’t going well for you at all anyways.

“You abducted a Police Officer. Where is he? If I was you, I wouldn’t mess with the Police.”

You weren’t really thinking, you just tried to get some information without getting yourself into deeper trouble. On the risk that those guys didn’t even take the Officer. However, that didn’t work out well.

“Maybe we did. Maybe we didn’t. And I don’t think you should talk about messing with someone right know.” The guy eyed you with his dark brown eyes, eyebrows still raised. You could tell he was starting to get impatient. You need to get yourself out of here, but on the other hand you couldn’t just leave Miller with those mafia guys- If they actually took him. You took a deep breath. There was no right or wrong, just a solution that would save your ass- and your co-workers.

“How about we make a deal? You let our collegue go and we make sure there’s not going to be a police raid in this area.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest. They had to agree. This was your last chance. It was a fair deal, all you could do. You assumed the guy who talked to you was the leader so you studied his reaction. He actually seemed to be considering it. You had to admit that you couldn’t assure him that the police wasn’t doing a police raid anyways after Miller was free, but you still prayed for the best.

After some time, it felt like eternity, he lifted his head and smirked. The other guys where already minding their own business by now, leaving the brown eyed guy, you and your co-worker alone.

“Alright. That’s the deal. No police raids here. That cop is free. Follow me… I’ll show you where he is. And don’t even try to trick me, someone’s watching my back.”

He stood up from the sofa, now standing right in front of you. He was quite tall and you couldn’t stop yourself from realizing…- how handsome he actually was. Even when he had this strange smirk on his lips. It gave you chills. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy you had to hold yourself back from touching it. Before he could catch you staring at his face, he turned around and quickly walked to a little, black door which you hadn’t even seen until now. You had problems keeping up with him and making sure your gun was still at the right place, so you didn’t mind turning around to look for your co-worker. If he wasn’t crazy. he would be following anyways. When you arrived at the door, the mafia guy opened it and signaled for you to walk in. Once again you didn’t have a choice, so you quickly walked into the room, expecting Officer Miller to be there somewhere. However, you were greeted by nothing but darkness. It was so dark you couldn’t even see your own hand. You had a really bad feeling about this. If he was here, wouldn’t he try to make a sound? It was completely silent. Way to silent. Was it all… a trap? You could hear the door closing behind you with a loud bump and you jumped slightly. Right. You could slap yourself. Yes, you didn’t have a choice, but you shouldn’t have trusted him.

“The deal was that your collegue is free. Well, he is now. He’s on his way home with the other cop. Make yourself comfortable, sweetie, because your not leaving soon.”

Originally posted by nnochu


So this was part one of my very first Imagine- I don’t like it to be honest haha ^^

If you guys like it, I’ll make a part two, If not… This Imagine is just chilling on my blog, don’t mind it xD

Please let me know in case you actually like it.~~

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 3

Originally posted by ohhseby

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A/N: Um don’t act like this gif doesn’t make you fucking weak cause I’m 100% shook. Also pls enjoy this part, still setting up everything before it gets really juicy 💖 (and it’s about to get really juicy)

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You woke up alone. You were about to rub your eyes until you realized you still had makeup on from last night. Instead, you sat up and allowed your body to wake up a little more. Dangling your legs off the side, you slipped off the bed. The plush carpeting welcomed your feet and you sleepily made your way to the kitchen. Upon entering, you saw Sebastian seated at the island, with a plate in front of him and a full glass of orange juice. There was another empty plate and a glass of orange juice beside him, which you assumed was for you.

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this image is fantastic and here are a few things of note: 

  • Aizawa’s combo of a suit jacket and pink sweat pants
  • Uraraka’s cool pink fingerless gloves
  • basically everything Uraraka is wearing
  • Bakugou’s blue vest
  • also he apparently doesn’t wear socks
  • he’s gonna land on Iida’s head 
  • Iida i’m so sorry you deserve better
  • Kirishima’s christmas colored shirt, tie, and belt
  • Aoyama is facing the wrong direction
  • Shouji and All Might’s bowties
  • at least five people have red shoes
  • in fact i’m fairly certain All Might and Bakugou are wearing the same brand of shoes just with different colored heels 
  • Todoroki is Too Cool For This
  • Izuku still can’t tie a tie
  • Tooru’s super fancy dress
  • Jiro’s fishnet stockings and leather jacket
  • honestly her whole outfit is fantastic
  • Tsuyu’s surprised expression at All Might running besides her
When We Collide (Part 12)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“Y/N, you threw up in her Marc Jacobs bag? That must be the funniest thing I’ve heard all week!” 

“Trust me, it wasn’t as funny as it sounds.” You mumbled with your phone resting between your shoulder and ear, eyes glancing up to look for when the elevator would arrive.

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Sirius x Reader: Pureblood

Warnings: argument with mum

Requested: yes (it’s so late I’m so sorry)

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE YOU LIKE IT- GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Thank you all so much for the support! (Also 1,600 followers?! I love y’all) I hope you enjoy reading this my loves and that it was worth the wait!!xx

I posted ‘pictures’ of the dresses described which you can check out HERE or a few posts down on my blog!

“MOTHER! I AM NOT WEARING THIS!” You yelled, looking at yourself in the mirror. A dark green gown with silver ruffles- Slytherin much? “When I walk in, roll your eyes to my mum- she won’t scream at you next mistake you make.” You whisper to the stylist stood behind you.

“Oh- Miss- I’m not sure what you mean.” She stuttered.

You winked at her and smiled before hiking your dress up and walking into the main room.

“Y/N, it’s the perfect colours.” Your mother said, smiling sourly at you.

“Mother, I’m not wearing it. Unless you want me to spend the party reminding everyone I’m a half blood.” You taunted.

“Find something.” She ordered, turning to the brown haired stylist behind you.

Your mother, Adia, had been ‘tricked’ by your father. When they first met, your dad thought she was joking about being a witch and ‘joked’ that he was also a pureblood from the North. So, long story short, she got pregnant and soon after found out your father was a muggle- quickly allowing him full care of you (the disgrace) once you were born and only seeing you when there were ‘purebloods and family’ parties. Like now.

You looked at the Slytherin green fabric hopelessly, not the best choice for a Gryffindor.

“Here.” The stylist said sheepishly, holding out mint green fabric.

You smiled and took it thankfully, turning into the small room to change.

“Y/N- HURRY UP!’

“Calm down, it’s just a party.” You called, knowing it would irritate her.

You turned to the mirror one last time and took in your appearance. The stylist had given you a mint green, floor length gown, the beaded chiffon hanging elegantly from one shouler.

Your mother roughly grabbed your arm and immediately apparated to the party, “Tell anyone you’re a half blood, I’ll curse you.” She whispered in your ear before turning into the party, emerald cape trailing behind her.

You stood for a moment, looking at the purebloods before you and smiled- time for some good old pranks.

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Seokjin Scenario: The Rhythm Of The Rain - Part 1

Request: Can I request a Bodyguard AU. Where Seokjin is Y/N bodyguard and at first Y/N was too scared to talk to him but realize one day he is actually a goofball and kind hearted person. Y/N warms up to him and eventually falls for but promise not to tell him because it would risk his job. But something happens and risks his life protecting y/n. You end up confessing to him. Please surprise me in the ending? It can be tragic or a happy one. Thankies~

Genre: Romance / Drama - Bodyguard AU

Part 2


How many types of torture could your tutor pull off? You were sure the old woman had some horrible things under her sleeves, you were going to have nightmares about her making your life miserable and you were sure she would have a blast with that. You covered your yawn with your book while she went over your exam. Truth be said, you loved to learn new languages but not with that lady, she just made it all the most boring and painful. Maybe if you tried to convince your father that you already knew enough you could get some time off from your German lessons, you giggled and dissimulated it with a cough when she turned to look at you.

You sighed while she went about why you weren’t making any advance from the basics and how the daughter of the ambassador should know more than to just introduce herself in German by know, you refrained yourself from huffing and instead focused in how pretty your sparkly pink pen was; you already knew enough languages and weren’t only taking German but also French classes and you were sure she barely knew two and was just being a bitch on purpose while you were still jet lagged by your last travel with your father.

– I’m going to the bathroom – you showed the most faked smile ever and stood up without waiting for any type of permission, overly satisfied with the way your heels echoed with each step while you made your way outside. –Stupid witch, god how I hate her –

You threw the door harshly at your back and almost fell if it wasn’t for the pair of arms grabbing you before you could touch the ground. Why were you even wearing heels inside? That pair was as marvelous as they were unstable and you should have known better than to forget about the carpet outside in which you unceremoniously got tangled with.

You held onto the arms holding you but instantly let go when you saw to whom they belonged to and almost fell again in the process. You stumbled a little onto your feet again and brushed some invisible dust from your pants, your heart was beating faster than it should for only almost falling onto your bodyguard.

–I’m sorry…– you looked down feeling stupid out of the blue, why was it suddenly harder to breath? You fisted your hands to get a grip on yourself and looked at him in the eyes. The guy was new, barely had a month there and you didn’t even know his name yet but he was… distressing, unsettling, scary and so stoic, like he only stood there like a statue, a good looking one you could agree but still, so cold. But every single one of the bodyguards you’d met was like that, so you didn’t understand why you felt so intimidated and scared by him.

He nodded and went to his usual position once again, hands laced behind his back, chin tipped up, eyes lost somewhere to the front in a sort of calm alert, with that type of seriousness that made you feel childish out of the sudden in the middle of your outbursts, so you just turned around and literally flew upstairs towards your bedroom and as away from him as you could be in that moment.

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Forbidden [Kim Jongin] - Part 4

Summary: What’s going to be your relationship with prince Jongin’s future wife?

Genere: Angst

Warnings: None

AU: Royals

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

Originally posted by intokai

With king’s words I felt my heart sank. No. It’s just impossible. It must be some kind of joke. I couldn’t believe it. He can’t get married yet. We just started everything and I don’t want it to be ruined so fast. My dream was coming true and now it shattered like a glass.

“What?” I heard Jongin’s shaked voice

I was trying to focus on their talk, but my thoughts were running around my head. Jongin is going to have a wife and when he’ll become a king, she’s going to be his queen. And it’s not going to be me. Actually, I shouldn’t expect anything else. I was only a servant. Maybe I used to be a princess, but it doesn’t change anything now.

“What ‘what’?” king snapped “You’re twenty three and you’ll soon become a king. I won’t let you take over the throne alone. You need someone to be by your side when it’s going to happen”

“I’m not ready and you know that!” Jongin exclaimed

“You are ready!” king raised his voice “You need to be”

“At least tell me who is she…”

“Lady Shin”

The one that was supposed, to wear the silver dress I was wearing at Jongin’s birthday party. I think I remember her. She had beautiful black locks, brown eyes and she was always dressed in something red. Her brother married a princess from Thulosan, but she still visited him very often. I didn’t know her very well, but she seemed really… Cold.

“Why her?” Jongin asked “She’s three years older than me”

“But she’s my friend’s daughter and I know she’ll be a good queen one day” said the king

“But I don’t want her to be my queen”

Silence filled the room. Even hiding in a wardrobe, I still could feel the tension building up in the air. I was trying to imagine what was happening there. The king and the prince eyeing each other. I thought king Doyun wasn’t used to someone disagreeing with him. Especially, not his own son.

“The decision was already made” ruler’s voice was surprisingly calm “The last thing to set is the wedding day”

“But”-

“No ‘buts’! You’re going to marry lady Shin and I don’t want to hear any objection!”

I heard heavy footsteps and then the door of Jongin’s room shut with a loud thump. My whole body was shaking. I didn’t move. I just kept looking at the ground, no words escaping my lips. He is going to marry lady Shin. Jongin is going to marry lady Shin, and I could do absolutely nothing about it. I felt tears form in my eyes. I wanted to go back in time and be a princess once more.

I saw the door in front of me opening. I looked up. Jongin was standing in front of me with a guilt on his face. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were avoiding mine. I still couldn’t say anything. One of my biggest dreams has just been destroyed with five simple words. We found you a fiancé.

I took a deep breath and walked past Jongin, my legs still shaking. Before I left the wardrobe, I felt him grabbing my wrist. I didn’t turn back to him.

“Don’t go” he whispered “Please… Not now”

“How can I stay?” I quietly asked “Knowing you’ll get married soon?

“Please… Y/N, I just-”

“We should stop if we still can” my tone was serious “Before it’s too late”

I hated it. I hated the fact that I was lying. It was too late a long time ago. Even before he told me how he felt about me. I should’ve expect it all turns out like this. He’s going to become a king soon and he needs his queen. Just like king Doyun said. Servant, like me is nobody compared to the royals.

“I can’t let you go” Jongin got closer to me “Not now. Not when it all just started”

“Do you think I want it?” I looked up at him “Do you think I want it to end?”

“I know you don’t want it too, but-”
“But we have no choice” I interrupted him

I felt his piercing gaze on me. He knew I was right. I didn’t know if he felt how desperate I was to kiss his soft lips and let him embrace me. I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

“Please, don’t cry” I heard him whisper “I can’t stand seeing you cry”

“Then I’ll just go” my voice broke down

I started to walk to the door of his room. I didn’t want it and he knew it. Damn it. I didn’t want it so badly. I lifted my hand over a handle.

“Don’t call for me or don’t ask me to serve you anything” I said without looking at him “Let’s just don’t complicate this even more”

I went out of his room. I still had a small hope that he’ll go after me. But he didn’t. I shouldn’t be upset because that’s what I wanted. I just had to leave. Tears started to stream down my face. I wanted them to stop. I didn’t want to cry after Jongin. We barely knew each other. At least that’s what I thought. He was a prince and I was a servant. That’s all. How ridiculous the whole situation was? Last night prince Kim Jongin, the guy I fell for, confessed to me. We talked, shared a few kisses and not only. Now, the day after that happened, it all was ruined.

I wiped tears off my face. I didn’t want anyone to see them.

All of sudden, I started to quietly hum the song I grew up with. The anthem of Southerlands.


For the next few days I was working with Miyoung. I didn’t serve at any of royal’s meals. Jongin also didn’t call for me even once. I couldn’t sleep at nights. Since the moment I discovered he’s going to get married soon I couldn’t stop thinking about it. In my mind I saw pictures of him and lady Shin together. Both happy. Both in love. I was wondering is that ever going to happen. From what I’ve heard that evening, I could say he didn’t like the idea of her becoming his queen. But this was the decision king Doyun and queen Eunji made. There was nothing to do about it now.

I was helping Miyoung with the dresses for the ladies. She had so many orders it was impossible for her to do them on her own. I haven’t seen her in three days, so now I had to tell her the whole story. She was the one who encouraged me to go to the party, so I had to reveal what exactly happened. How he confessed, how he kissed me and how he promised to meet me again. Everything we’ve done in his room and the talk I listened too.

“I can’t believe it” she sighed “I can’t believe he’s going to get married!”

“I know…” I put another needle in the material

“He can’t do that!” Miyoung shouted “Not after what he has done with you! It’s just unfair!”

“Please, don’t shout. I don’t want anyone to hear about this:”

“I’m sorry” she stood next to me “I’m just… I’m just mad at him!”

I smiled. She was so young and inexperienced, but I loved it. She was always making me happier, even when I was sad. Just like now. The whole whole situation with Jongin was overwhelming me.

“Let’s change the topic” I suggested with a weak smile on my face “Whose dress it will be?”

“Um…” she bit her bottom lip “It’s lady Shin’s”

I froze. I should’ve known. It was red, just every single dress that belonged to her. She was coming back to the kingdom this evening, so that’s the gown she’s going to get as a welcoming gift. I was wondering if I should stop working on the dress. But I didn’t want to show that I care, so I just sat on the chair and sew on another ribbon to the material.

“You’re pretending you don’t care, right?” Miyoung asked

“Yes” I said “And I’ll tell Jongin I sewn this one”

“You’re going to talk to him?”

“No” I laughed “At least not now. We’re both not ready”

I was trying to joke about it, but the truth was that I still cared. He wasn’t leaving my thoughts. Memories of us together in the garden and his room made me blush so easily. His hands on my body, our lips connected. It all didn’t want to leave my mind.


“What’s going on?” I asked with confusion when I saw Yeun getting up from her bed

“You don’t know?” she raised her eyebrow at me

I gently shook my head. No one told me about anything.

“We need to help with lady Shin’s arrival” she said

I clenched my hands into fists under a blanket. Why do we need to do that? Weren’t here hundreds of servants who could do it instead of us? The worse thing about it, was that Jongin will be there for sure. She was his fiancé after all.

“Come on” Yeun broke the short silence “We need to hurry. She can come in any minute”

I got up from my bed with a loud sigh. I didn’t want anyone to know that something happened between Jongin and me. Because no one in the palace, or anywhere else, would think that prince could fall for a servant. If this ever would happened, it was doomed for failure from the beginning.

We walked out of our room. I was wondering how Jongin is going to react. We haven’t seen each other in a few days. Maybe he was trying to forget, just like me? I didn’t want to remember our few moments together, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw us kissing.

Together with Yeun, I walked through a long corridor, which led to palace’s gate. I saw king Doyun, queen Eunji and some servants. Of course, Jongin was standing next to his parents. I couldn’t help, but stare at him. Surprisingly, he wasn’t smiling. The usual joy and happiness were replaced by seriousness. I’ve never seen him like this before.

I stood next to Yeun, on the left side of the royals. With a corner of my eye, I saw Jongin noticing me. I didn’t turn to face him, but I still could feel his gaze on me. I took a deep shaky breath.

“Are you alright?” Yeun’s voice made me snap out of my thoughts “You seem a bit out of here”

“It’s just a headache” I lied “It’ll pass”

Suddenly, I heard clatter of wheels. I saw two dark horses and a big black carriage going through palace’s gates. My eyes were following it, until it stopped a few meters away, sending a cloud of dust. I coughed quietly.

Carriage’s door opened and when I looked up, I saw a tall figure. Lady Shin was standing in front of the royal family. She bowed quickly and her long red dress twirled around her feet. I just stared at the whole situation. Jongin just kept looking at her with no emotions on his face.

“Your majesty” lady Shin’s voice was really high and somehow unpleasant

“My dear Jihee” king Doyun smiled “We are so happy that you finally came back to us”

“I am honored that you chose me to be your son’s future wife” she said

“You are no idea how happy we are, to announce your marriage” queen Eunji clapped her hands “We know that you lived in our castle for a long time, but it’s going to be a little bit different from now on”

“In a few minutes, Jongin will show you where your new room is” the king looked at his son with warning in his eyes “But now, as you’re almost the part of our family, choose one girl. She’s going to be your private servant”

Now I realized that there weren’t any man here. Lady Shin glanced at our small group of servants. She came closer and looked carefully at each of us. I didn’t want my eyes to met her’s. They were so dark and cold. I felt her presence in front of me. No. Please, no. She can’t choose me. There are at least ten six more girls here. I shut my eyes, hoping she won’t say the words I was expecting.

“I want her” she said and breath caught in my throat

“No” Jongin’s voice was strong and sudden

“Why?” lady Shin turned to face him

“Because she’s a seamstress” he snapped “They have a lot of work, so we can’t give them even more”

When I looked up, I saw Jongin staring at me. On the contrary to his voice, in his eyes there was care and gentleness. I couldn’t believe he said ‘no’ to his future wife. Maybe he didn’t want to forget? Maybe he still wanted me as much as I wanted him?

“You’re Y/N, right?” queen Eunji came closer to me with a smile on her face

I nodded.

“So, are you a seamstress, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath and looked at Jongin. I hoped he realised what I wanted to tell him.

“No, your highness” my voice was really quiet “Your son must have mistaken me for someone else because I sometimes help with sewing the gowns, but… As I said before, I am not a seamstress”

“Good” king Doyun eyed Jongin “Y/N, from now on you’re a private servant of lady Shin. You are going to have more duties, but I’ll make sure it will be well rewarded. Start from helping her with the luggage”

“Yes, your highness” I bowed and quickly went closer to the carriage

I had to stand on the tiptoes to take the smallest bag. It was pretty heavy. When the coachmen saw I had problem with the rest, he got up from his seat and helped me. I didn’t know if he was allowed to do that, but no one complained. When he finished, I smiled gently and mouthed ‘thank you’. Now, I had three big and one small bag in front of me and I had to take them all to lady Shin’s new room. I hoped it wasn’t somewhere deep in the castle.

“Jongin, you will show lady Shin her new chamber?” king Doyun wasn’t asking his son a question

The prince just shrugged and let out a sigh, leaving everyone shocked. Me included. I was expecting that he’ll say ‘with pleasure’ or something like that, but instead of it I just heard:

“Sure”

He started walking to the castle. King Doyun furrowed his eyebrows. I could see how mad he was. He whispered something to his wife and looked at me. I immediately took the smaller bag and one of the bigger ones. I knew I’ll have to go back here and take the rest. Lady Shin pretended nothing happened and started to follow Jongin. When she was about to enter the palace, she stopped and turned to face me. In that exact moment, I tripped over something and dropped the smaller bag. I quietly hissed from sudden pain. I looked around and I noticed everyone was staring at me. Jongin clearly struggled with the desire to approach and help me. Brushing the dust off, I got up and joined lady Shin.

When I was close enough, she leaned in and whispered with a devilish smile on her face that only I could see:

“You drop something once more, you sleep in the dungeon”

Author’s note: I can’t believe that previous parts have over 80 notes! Thank you!

anonymous asked:

I don't know what SBs are so mad about. I'm sure a newly married Barry Allen will still stand in the same room as Katrina, wear blue and sometimes red on the same day, and make eye contact at least two, maybe three times a season. I mean that's been their whole ship for damn near three seasons anyway, so what's to get upset about now?

anonymous asked:

Please please write a Minghao valentine fluff

COLD

You were freezing, not even you warm coat could protect you from the freezing air. Your small hands that were hidden under the warm mittens your granny had knitted you couldn’t protect you either. The stupid freezing winter air had managed to get past the hot pink wool.

It’s so damn cold

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you could see the icy air of your breath lingering in the air for a few seconds. Your lips were freezing, nose was red and runny from the coldness, cheeks flushed bright red as well.

Pulling your scarf to cover half of your freezing face, trying to ease the pain the freezing air had caused. Stuffing your mitten glad hands into the pockets of your coat, hoping it will warm them even if just a little bit.

Another year, another valentines spent alone. 

It’s not that you couldn’t get a valentine, actually you had a boyfriend, Minghao, but….he was busy with his work. His work was really important to him, and you knew and respected it, but you couldn’t help but feel a tad lonely. You hand’t seen him in a long time and you missed him.

You missed his kisses, his hugs, that loving smile that he only shows you, waking up beside him in the mornings and seeing his warm sleepy smile and bed head.

You really missed him, you missed Minghao so much.

Letting out another sigh, you continued to walk around the town that was filled with couples.

Feeling your phone buzz, you take it into your, now bare hand, and check to see who had messaged you.

Heart skipping a beat as you saw the name of the sender, Minghao.

‘Baobei, Happy Valentines day! Please stay warm, it’s been really cold lately. Don’t you dare forget to wear your mittens,scarf and hat!’

Slightly smiling. He worries too much. At least he remembered it was Valentines day, but you still couldn’t help but feel lonely and sad. Sure he had sent you a text, but that wasn’t enough. You wanted you hug him, you wanted him to hold you, you wanted him next to you.

But, out of nowhere a pair of arms had wrapped themselves around your shoulders as they pulled you closer to their chest.

Letting out a yelp, you turned your head to look at who it was, and there he was. Cheeks and his nose flushed red from the cold, his shining eyes staring at you with so much love and his lips pulled into the happiest and warmest smile you have seen.

Minghao was behind you, holding you, smiling at you, holding you close. It was like, he was protecting you from the cold.

and before you knew it,he had let go.

“What did I say about wearing a hat?” he said with a pointed look, but before you could respond, he had placed a peach pink knitted hat on your head, covering your red ears from the cold.

But all of a sudden, it didn’t seem as cold as it had a few minutes ago.

Without thinking you had already wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, you missed this so much. 

The Chinese man smiled as he wrapped his long around you and resting his head on top of yours.

“I love you.” you said barely over a whisper, but he heard it, crystal clearly.

Pulling you closer he said with a  big smile on his face “I love you too!”

Alone

Summary: Ed has a visitor a few days after shooting Oswald at the docks.

 [ rated PG-13, angst ; mention of character death + blood ]

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Thank you Rosie, Eva and everyone else who gave me feedback on this! ♥

It’s the third morning.

The third morning after he’s shot a bullet into his former friend and dumped his body into the waters of Gotham River.

It’s the first morning Ed finds the strength to actually get out of bed.

As he showers, first warm water–then cold  - he wonders for a brief second if Oswald had been cold. If it had hurt as the ice-cold water had rushed into his lungs.

There’s something flaring up in him, a sharp pain, cutting through him so deep that he has to steady himself against the wet shower wall tiles.

He stays there for what seems like an eternity, just breathing, trying to let the cold water numb him.

By the time he’s turned the water off, Ed’s shaking all over, his lips blue and teeth chattering.

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bahare-uzuchiha  asked:

"shalnarkbeingakurtatheoryisstillhauntingmebye" WHAT??? WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT???? OH GOD NO!

That’s a theory and let’s be real, it’s like. 5% likely to be true, even less considering… the last arc.

But basically there was this huge theory about how Shal was maybe a Kurta. And honestly it’s quite thin, but it was mostly because of his clothes patern which, if you look closely, looks a lot like Kurta’s clothes. 

the contours, the belt, the multiple part of the outfit, the shoes, there’s a lot of form that can remind of the Kurtas. 

It seems even slightly more obvious in Phantom Rouge’s promo art which are supposedly of the Troupe as in during the Massacre (or at least before Shizuku, Korutopi and Hisoka joined, which means 3+ years ago, knowing the massacre happened 4 years ago.)

Again, very Kurta like. (but we can indeed doubt PR’s promo, but I do think Togashi was involved slightly in it at least)

It’s even more uncanny if you compare at least the first outfit, to the outfit Kurapika wears when he’s training in the manga:

It’s also kinda tempting to think he could fit the Kurta’s global physical appearance we saw during the course of the serie (hell his haircut is like a blond Pairo)

And of course, we have never seen Shalnark show any kind of very strong emotions like anger, so we actually never seen him in any situation that could justify the red eyes. Again, it doesn’t prove anything, but it’s sure that if we would have seen him pissed and still didn’t see his eyes turn, it would have cleared it up, while now we don’t even have the possibility to say it might be real or not.

And we know he was there at least 3+ years ago, we know that Paku shot him with a memory bullet when she wanted to show “The 5 original members who participated the massacre remaining + another one”, which could mean indeed that Shal participated to the massacre.

And we don’t know anything about Shal aside from that and the fact he has a Hunter licence. So his past could be legit anything. 


Now of course, this theory in itself doesn’t have a lot of proof (I have far more proof over Ging x Stone, it’s giving you an idea) but the amount of horrible headcanons you can get out of it is of course terrifying. In most cases it’s assuming he either joined the Troupe during the massacre, or even before, who knows? Of course thinking about it hurts really much and I might direct you to those fanarts which destroyed me :D

But of course with the… fate of Shal in canon, the idea this theory could be true kinda thined down even more since it would have been a catalyst, if this theory was true, if he ever got upclose with Kurapika. Considering how it all ended, it would feel like a waste of a dramatic reveal. 

But hey, this theory existed, and even if it does or does not hold up…. 

I’m letting you poundering it and think about all the headcanons that could come out of it :D

anonymous asked:

Now that you've told us you have wild drunken stories, would you tell us one please? Or maybe incorporate it into an imagine with some of the skelebros? That would be pretty cool

One of my favorite drunken nights was when I went out for drinks with my friend, and we met his aunt/his aunt’s friend.  We ended up at some little hole in the wall bar where it was so packed, that we had to pile on a deck outside.  A dude wearing sunglasses at night came over and started trying to talk to me, but I was too distracted asking “Why the hell are you wearing those at night?  Can you see?  There’s no sun.  Are you high, and you’re trying to hide how red your eyes are?”  And then my friend’s aunt comes over, and she throws her arm around the dude because she’s pretttyyy drunk and starts questioning him about the sunglasses, too.  Then she decides she wants to wear them and throws her arm around me.  

“I wish my boyfriend was here,” she says, sighing loudly.  

My friend comes over and claims that her boyfriend is not an attractive man.  

“Yeah, okay, so he’s bald.. he’s short.. he’s fat.. Fine.  But he has a HUGE DICK!”  She holds out her arms to give me an idea of the inhumanly-possible size of said dick.

“A big dong, you say?” I chime, and my friend starts shaking his head, trying to get me to stop from encouraging her.

“BIG DONG KONG!” she shouts as loud as she can, while my friend desperately tries to shush his aunt.  

“BIG DONG SCHLONG!” I yell back, and the two of us high-five.  This is the first conversation I’ve ever had with this 50-year-old woman, but we’re instantly best friends in that moment.  

We leave and go to a honky tonk–like right out of one of those movies about the South, where people are wearing cowboy hats and drinking and dancing that I thought were a myth.  My friend and I are the youngest people there by nearly thirty years.  All the older women LOVE him; he’s dancing with them and grinding on them, and they’re ARGUING over who gets to dance with him next.  It’s crazy.  I end up buying JAEGER BOMBS (yes, you have to shout it as loud as you can when you order it, in the douchiest voice possible) with the aunt, and we start knocking them back.  I dance for entirely too long, and at the time, I think I’m just the best dancer ever, but I’m pretty sure I was just kicking my legs out and flailing around in a circle.  I end up with a cowboy hat at some point during the night.

The aunt and her friend join me on the dance floor, and we order more shots.  In fact, I’m feeling so wonderful that I order shots FOR THE ENTIRE BAR.   I guess I’ve just secretly always wanted to shout “A ROUND OF SHOTS FOR EVERYONE, ON ME!” at the top of my lungs, who knows.  

It’s closing time, and my friend (the designated driver in this situation), takes his aunt and her friend home, but we all go into the apartment.  Her boyfriend is inside, and she throws herself against him, but ends up in the floor because she’s just too drunk.

I decide to shake his hand and introduce myself.

“HOLY SHIT, IT’S BIG DONG SCHLONG, HEY BUDDY, JUST HOW BIG WE TALKIN’?!”  

Nailed it.  The aunt writhes on the floor, but points toward me to say, “PREACH IT!”

This little man doesn’t know what to say.  "Big Dong Kong, I heard all about it.  Like a kick-stand, AMIRITE?“  I pat the bewildered man on the shoulder and move past him to head toward the bathroom.  However, I stop short and turn back toward my friend, standing on my tip-toes to whisper in his ear.  

(Which probably means I yelled it.)

“I don’t want to use their toilet because what if his dick is SO MASSIVE that it touched the seat??”


My other favorite story I’ll incorporate into an imagine.

You were already drunk off a pitcher of margaritas and free birthday tequila shots from the Mexican restaurant down the street by the time you reach your hotel’s bar, flanked by your best friend.  You’re wearing a giant, gaudy pin on your shirt that reads “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!” because 1) it really is your birthday and 2) it guarantees that you and your friend will drink for free all night.  

When you sit down on a bar stool, two skeleton monsters automatically sit next to you and start chatting.  One of them, with red eyes and a fluffy jacket, has a smirk on his face as his eyelights travel your body.  He’s been nice enough so far, so when he gets ready to leave, he says, “i’m going to a strip club.  would you like to join me, sweetheart?”

“I’ve never been to a strip club!” you blurt, seeming excited over the idea… until your survival instincts kick in.  "WAIT, I KNOW WHAT THIS IS!“

”…what?“ he asks, his smirk beginning to fade.

"THIS IS WHERE I’LL EITHER END UP SOME SORT OF SEX SLAVE OR MURDERED AND CHOPPED UP IN YOUR TRUNK!”  At this point, the bartender is doubled over laughing.  You have no volume control.  

“what–?  no, sweetheart, i just–”  He stumbles over the words, completely caught off-guard.

“NOPE, NO WAY, I’M NOT DYING TONIGHT SIR!”  You keep drinking your drink.  "Thanks for paying for my drink, though.“  Well, at least you still have manners, even if you’re slurring.

Red shrugs, holding his hands up.  "sounds like you’ve been watching too many horror movies, dollface.  welp, if you change your mind, i’m in room two-oh-”

“I do NOT sleep with MURDERERS!”

“what..?”

“Serial killers are a definite NO for me!”  

“ok, ok.  happy birthday,” he mutters, slowly getting off the stool to leave.  As soon as he does, a skeleton wearing an orange hoodie takes his place.

“good to know you have standards.”  He flicks his wrist at the bar tender.  "her next drink is on me.“

You’re eyeing the giant ass jar of cocktail olives instead of paying him any attention.  "I really want an olive in my drink…”

“but.. you’re drinking something fruity, right?”

You nod.  "Sex on the beach.“

"yeaaahh, olives don’t go with that.”

You start frowning, still staring down those olives.  "Who says it has to be like that?  I want olives in it.“

"you can’t drink it with olives.  it would be terrible.”

“Yes, I can!”

“fine, if you can, i’ll buy you another drink.”

You look to the bartender, and she shrugs and pulls out the jar of giant olives. “Just dump them in,” you say, and she absolutely FILLS UP YOUR GLASS with olives.  And dammit, you eat every single one of them.

“i can’t believe you’re actually doing it.”

And then you don’t remember anything else.

*The rest of that story includes blacking out after the olives, and then I wake up in the hotel room, in a completely different set of clothes (apparently, I filled the ice bucket up with water and then poured it over my head), with my head on the toilet seat (vomit everywhere), tears on my face, and my phone in my hand.  Apparently, I’d been having a nightmare about the two men shoving me in their trunk, and then I called my S/O and whispered “I’m so scared, please come get me” over and over into the phone.  He said that gave him nightmares, and he had to call my friend to make sure that I was all right. 

It was years before I drank again.  

FFXV — A theory about Gilgamesh: resolving the mysteries around him

[SPOILER ALERT!]

Following what I said in my earlier post (the Pitioss theory with some added things like Cor being descendant of Ardyn’s brother and thus being a descendant of Eos —”Genji” content connecting this— and Gilgamesh being Ardyn’s Shield to then end up being the Founder Shield, aka Izunia’s Shield, when Ardyn was rejected)… 

(Link to the said theories post: 

https://eirenare.tumblr.com/post/158973568432/ffxv-a-wild-theory-appeared-juicy-dramatic )

Gilgamesh must be a human. He’s tall as heck and very imposing and looks unhuman, but he is human. There’s no way another one of the gods, or Eos itself, had more children with humans walking around the world because it’s a taboo (if Ifrit wasn’t mentioned to have negative feelings regarding humanity maybe I could think he might have had descendant though because he’s already been branded like a traitor and I think he would have pretty much fucked the rules). 

But, still… If Gilgamesh is a human, he HAS to be dead, right? No human could last for 2.000 years alive…

That’s true, but… Actually… Remember that some people that serve the Kings of Lucis has obtained power because the King “shared it” with them?

Let’s recap… (Blessed be the Wikia because my memory often fails hard)

— Gilgamesh, who’s also called “The Blademaster”, was the Shield of the Founder King. 

— He testes the warriors of Lucis in combat and those who aren’t worthy end up dead (well, except for Cor, though, who wasn’t branded as worth but survived anyways), and as it seems, keeping him company in the Tempering Grounds of Taelpar Crag. Interesting thing is that there are some Daemons there used to test the warriors…

— He was red glowing eyes, can somehow “regenerate” his arm, reanimates the dead (they just answer his call so you can bet how powerful he is) and seems to be immortal (it’s said he’s 2.000 years old more or less), but he’s neither a Daemon (and still, Daemons are mortal) or a spectre… I mean, at least in FFXV, how could a spectre be solid when we have proof that these spectres of Taelpar Crag NEED to pick up a body if they want to interact with the physycal world? And given the fact that he wears a really old attire and uses a really old sword as well, I wouldn’t bet at all that he’s a spectre occuping a body.

— Juicy details… He can PHASE, something similar to the power of the Kings of Lucis, and he leaves red particles and so on behind when he does so. But in Kingsglaive, you see that, when a King dies, the ones that he “shared” his power with lost their powers, so… WHY can Gilgamesh do this if he was Izunia’s Shield and Izunia is DEAD?

Well, I have just the thing that would explain all of this. Let’s sum it up…

Gilgamesh is “The Blademaster” (fitting given the fact that Kings of Lucis use the Armiger). Gilgamesh is a living human yet he has kind of strange traits (immortality, great power, eyes glowing in a strange way and can also “regenerate” his lost arm). And Gilgamesh can use powers that are far too similar to those of the Kings…

… And who, WHO holds so much similarities with Gilgamesh?

… ARDYN.

Just… Think about it. Gilgamesh was the Shield of the Founder King…  The Founder King, Izunia, is DEAD. That would have, supposedly, make Gilgamesh lose all his powers.

However, adding Ardyn to the equation kinda looks like it resolves it. Let’s see what Wikia has to say…

“Two thousand years ago, Ardyn Lucis Caelum was a Lucian king chosen by the Crystal to save Eos from the Starscourge, a malady that transforms people into Daemons. He did so by absorbing the Starscourge into his own body. While his actions saved thousands across the world, he was rejected by the Crystal as tainted, and was denounced by the astrals. He was denied entry to the Astral Realm since the daemons he had absorbed rendered him immortal, and became demonized by a jealous future king, one not yet chosen by the Crystal. As the fallen King of Light, Ardyn took the surname of “Izunia” and plotted to one day end the astral-appointed bloodlines of the Lucian kings and Tenebraean Oracles, alongside their divine artifacts.”

Ardyn was erased from history, and Ignis and everyone would think Izunia the Founder King, ergo Izunia would be a fake Founder King and confirm Ardyn as the real Founder King.

Gilgamesh would have been Ardyn’s Shield… And then, when he was rejected by the Crystal and got his throne stolen by that “not yet chosen King” (I’ll always think this… “not yet chosen King” hints pretty much like that guy was Ardyn’s son, and at this point, I think 100% that the “Izunia” he took as surname was to carve with fire the name of that wretched traitor in his memory), Gilgamesh would have ended up being Izunia’s Shield.

And when Izunia died he would have lost his powers, BUT the first who he “made a contract” with was Ardyn. 

That’s why he looks (and is) like a human but he’s so powerful (damn, Gilgamesh even used Daemons to test every warrior that showed up), why he would keep his powers for so long, why when he phases the particles are RED instead of the blue that we see for example with Regis and Noctis… and that’s why he was lasted alive for more than an average human life span, up until more or less 2.000 years old: because his connection with Ardyn still existed.

In the end of Episode Gladiolus, we can see Ignis saying this: “if the Blademaster sequestered himself during the Founder King’s reign, then he’s haunted these halls for some two milennia”. Gladio adds: “all those years waiting for the Chosen King to arise […]”.

Why would he sequester himself DURING the Founder King’s reign, letting him alone (therefore losing the connection with Izunia but still having the one with Ardyn) when his task would be protecting him? He would have had his connection with Izunia cut (and Izunia would have had another Shield then), but his connection with Ardyn would remain though.

My guess is that shame for not being able to be a Shield for Ardyn, and despise for Izunia, made him do that. Along with the wish to put to a test the future Chosen King’s Shield, that’s it. I also think that Gilgamesh would be yearning for Ardyn to find his peace, not only for Ardyn, but because of he himself as well.

The funny thing is that: regardless of that the Pitioss theory is right or wrong, this Gilgamesh theory seems to FIT (which is awesome because, even if I believe in Pitioss theory, I think it’s very open to variations —like I am—, but this theory about Gilgamesh I think it’s pretty solid and that wouldn’t allow for much variations if wanting to make it fit).

We could just have Ardyn not being Eos’ son, just a very gifted healer and King of Lucis chosen by the Crystal, and it would still fit. We could just erase the “Cor is a descendant of Ardyn’s brother” part and this theory could not crumble. For example.

*heavy sigh*

Gosh dammit, I don’t know, I just… I see that this fits and I feel excited and with my hopes very much up. 

Maybe I’m just forgetting something important, and if I’m doing so PLEASE TELL ME so that I’m not giving myself false hopes.

P.D.: a Shield using a Drake as a mount is FUCKING AWESOME.

Some fandom things I want people to leave in 2016
  • Nonblack people lecturing me (or any other Black person) about antiblack racism and erasure in fandom – if you experience fandom differently as a NBPOC and think it’s not possible for fandom to be racist, at the very least, make your own post and stop derailing ours. 
  • Claiming that fandom as a “safe space for female sexual exploration” excuses outright racism and misogyny that permeates fandom 
  • Acting like critique of fandom (especially slash shipping fandoms) equals the OP saying “slash shipping is BAD”
  • Forcing people to disclose their trauma in order to validate their shipping or critique of shipping - seriously, that’s none of ANYONE’s business and i’ve seen too many people disclose their trauma because they felt pressured, only to have their experiences dismissed
  • Stalking people in fandom.
  • For the love of god. Stop stalking people and harassing them because you feel you’re right and they’re gross. Whether or not you’re morally right, that is still stressful behavior and you will figure it out once the adrenaline wears off and you wind up PANICKING. Just block people, report them if you feel they’re doing something illegal and/or against site TOS, and move forward. Your therapist will be proud of you for not engaging. Trust me.
  • Hux
  • Can we please leave everyone’s favorite red-haired Space N@zi behind when 2017 starts? At least Kylo is an actual important character… Hux is basically a minion who will hopefully die in the next film.
  • C@ptive Prince fans explaining why the slavery in their favorite work of fiction isn’t even remotely the same as chattel slavery (except… it is) to Black people. 
  • Just stop explaining shit (about racism, about antiblackness, about slavery) to Black people. Rarely do we ask and rarely are y’all right.
  • Demanding that people of color educate you for free. Toss us some money, buy us shit off our wishlists. But please, don’t assume that educating you is our job. 

KYLE: Yeah, we went to a party last night.
KYLE: I’ve got the pictures on my Snapchat story.
STAN: I think this year was our best one, dude.
KYLE: Oh, absolutely.

KYLE: Craig and Ruby looked really good too, though.
STAN: I honestly thought he was joking about the Sailor Moon thing.
KYLE: Really? He didn’t sound like he was joking.
STAN: Clearly.

STAN: Man, I remember this!
STAN: Didn’t Butters make his dress from scratch?
KYLE: He did, dude. He said the wig took him a week to style.
STAN: That’s insane.
STAN: I couldn’t imagine anything like that.
KYLE: The pain cosplayers go through is like no other.

KYLE: Leave it to Clyde and Bebe to have the most overdone couples costume.
STAN: Is Bebe wearing a ring?
STAN: Did Clyde give her a ring?
KYLE: Shit, I think so. I think that’s a promise ring.
STAN: At least they’re not just screwing around anymore.
KYLE: That’s good, I think.

STAN: Both Red and Wendy had amazing costumes, you gotta admit.
KYLE: They were really good, I’ll give them that.
KYLE: Red’s was… creative, to say the least.
KYLE: Something I never would have thought of.
STAN: Think she spends time on Reddit?
KYLE: No doubt.

KYLE: And I still don’t know how Craig convinced his sister to be the cat.
KYLE: Whatever its name is.
STAN: Yeah, but they made a great pair costume.
STAN: It’s better than Clyde as the tuxedo guy.
KYLE: We can all be thankful for that.
STAN: I think we were also in second for best group costume?
KYLE: We were. But I’m betting more people voted for Craig because of the skirt.
STAN: I can believe that.

14 blizard group

Saitama is wearing his old suit from his job hunting days and is on his way to meet Fubuki. Saitama is still reeling that genos is pregnant with his kid and the million and one baby things they will need to buy. Then a voice cuts into his thoughts laughing “you look ridiculous. What’s with the hit-man costume?”

Saitama looks over to a slim guy with black hair and purple markings holding a starbucks cup, “sup panic?” His hair was short from when genos ripped it off.

“My name is speed of sound sonic! fight me!”

“Not today, I have a job interview and Genos just got this suit clean. I really don’t want to rip it.”

Sonic was puzzeled, “What? With who?”

Saitama says plainly, “Blizard Goup”

Sonic says in a sarcastic tone, “Those bunch of weeklings? Why waste your time?” Waves hand dismissively.

“I need the money” Sonic makes a face of disbelief, “Im gonna be a dad”

Sonic smiles, “Yeah right. Like anyone would have sex with you besides the toaster.” Sonic started calling genos that after their last battle and Genos’s propensity to scream ‘Incenerate’ with every blast.

Saitama makes a weird face and walks away.

Sonic’s smile drops and yells “Where are you going? Get back here and fight me!”

——–

Fubuki sits there like a mob boss, “So what finally changed your mind?” She pets her coat. An evil accomplished smile on her red lips.

“I needed the money”

“For what? You LIVE with Demon Prince.” She scoffs.

“Well, I’m about to become a dad…”

She cuckles sarcasticly “what’d you do? Knock up one of your teen fans.”

Saitama says nothing but has big eyes and sweats.

Fubuki rises up to slam her hands on her desk and screams “You didn’t!?”

'How can she hit the nail on the head and still miss the mark?’

Fubuki has completly lost her yakuza persona and gone straight for drama queen, “You can’t bring that kinda’ drama into the Blizard group, you’ll give us a bad name!”

Saitama yells back, “It’s not like that!”

Points and shouts “You’re not denying it either! Who’s this girl I want to meet her!”

Saitama says as cooly as possible, “the mother doesn’t want their identity revealed.” It wasn’t a lie. Genos really didn’t want anyone to know about his condidtion.

Fubuki squints her eyes, hand still pointing “are you being exploited?” No one takes advantage of her members.

Saitama blushes turning the color of a tomato, “What? NO!”

Saitama manages to escape Fubuki and her game of 20 questions. Saitama let it slip. It wasn’t on purpose, but he didn’t see him being a 'dad’ as a big deal. As long as he didn’t tell people about Genos everything should work out. He clearly underestimated Fubuki’s ability to meddle.

He found himself walking the streets of the city, window shopping. A display caught his eye. It was a crib, and the faux room was made up to look like a nusery. It only stood to remind him why he joined the blizard group. It wasn’t a hard choice, joining the Blizard Group ment a better job. Soon genos wouldn’t be working and he would be there only income. This is why Saitama needed a better job, even if it was with the Blizard Group, he could rise in rank and provide something more stable.
It was slowly sinking in saitama was going to be a parent.

——

Saitama makes it home. Genos is in his pink apron cooking. Saitama smiles and loosens his tie. “Im home”

“Welcome back” genos is freeting with the ladel, “How did it go?”

Saitama sighs, “Im in. Signed the contract, went over benefits, paid leave yada yada… just need to wear my salary-man suit again”

Genos exhales deeply, “This what I ment when I said I didn’t want your life to change”

“change can be good sometimes. Besides I’m still being a hero. It’s just a different suit.”

“But you LIKE your hero suit.” Genos has those sad puppy eyes.

“Genos, it doesn’t matter what I wear. It’s not the suit that makes the hero, it’s the hero.”

Genos grabs his red gloves, “At least wear your gloves. Dont let her take that from you.” Looks down, holds gloves tightly, “Im sorry. I know you didn’t want this.”

Saitama put his hand on genos’s shoulder, “Dont worry about that.”

“I wish you would let me pay for the apartment”

saitama didn’t want to use his money. Genos can’t do hero work till after the baby comes and with all the little expenses that come with a baby they might need genos’s savings. But if saitama didn’t relent on somethings genos would just worry himself, “We still need to buy baby stuff, we can use your money for that”

G-“Master I still want to wait on that… ” eyes look away “It will be easier on returns the less we purchase.”

'DONT SAY THAT!’
“Genos” Saitama says more calmly than he feels, “You’re going to have a baby. a baby that needs stuff and parents and time. So I don’t want you saying or thinking stuff like that.”

Genos will not meet his eyes, “But it’s not fiscally responsible.”

Saitama puts both hands on genos’s face and turns it to face him, “It’s gonna be different this time. Genos do me a favor while you’re pregnant, I want you to focus on the positive.”

“I still want to wait…. until we get a new apartment. we need somwhere to put everything.”

“Oh your right, good thinking genos.” head pats, “how’s the baby?”

Genos perks up, “Growing at an alarming but steady rate according to Dr. Kuseno. The baby weighs 15 grams.”

“…” a pause of nothing

“Its the size of a lime” genos was told comparing to fruits would help with understanding.

“So? Good right?”

“Master”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you”

“No problem. That’s what I’m here for buddy.” Saitama shifts his weight side to side “Besides” swallow, “I may have let it slip to Fubuki I’m about to be a dad.” Saitama does not want to look at the suprise in Genos’s eyes.

—–

The Wedding and All That Drama...

So, I have no answers to the following questions:

1. Why was it that easy for Emma to take off the engagement ring? Yes, Hook hid an awful secret. Yes, he fucked up by trying to burn the memory and to lie to Emma for eternity - like he always instinctively chooses to do… But it just strikes me as too much of a reaction to take off the ring and tell him to figure things out before getting back to her. Not that he doesn’t deserve it, but it made me wonder how much the ring weighs in Emma’s heart. Well, like all mysteries in the show, this could well be just another product of bad writing…

2. Why was it that rushed and easy for Emma to say yes again? I mean, seriously. Apart from Hook, the coward as always, ran away and disappeared for like a few days, what changed? Nothing. You think he is going to figure things out with Emma TOGETHER the next time similar things come up? Nope. Did they even talk about what Emma wanted to talk about or sort out the time when she took off the ring? Nope. Yet she said yes immediately. I mean, really? Are you that desperate to marry yourself out?

3. Interestingly, Henry gave no shit about Hook’s taking off and leaving her mom in pain. He did not show any sympathy or concern over his absence or over Emma’s mourning over this. When Emma was sorting out Hook’s stuff to throw out, Henry only just took off one of his headphones to ask “You OK?” I almost laughed out at this scene. Again, I don’t know if this is intentionally done for some reasons, or just another example of bad writing…

4. About Emma’s wardrobe lately… Where did the confident and sassy woman who always prefers tank tops and leather jackets go? I mean look at her, she recently always wears things that are too uptight, too vanilla. I mean, small round or laced collar that covers half of her neck? Really?

5. About the wedding dress, I don’t want to repeat what others said already about how unnatural it looks on Emma. It just isn’t her. She is not an innocent, conservative, old-school princess. She is not just someone’s wife. The whole thing is just upsetting. Not just because it is Hook that she is marrying, but also because it is herself that she is giving up. It also reminds me of an interview a while ago. When the topic of what Emma would wear on her wedding, A or E (cannot recall which one) said he thinks Emma would wear something with red leather. Lana even joked about it because she was wearing a red leather dress that day. So what happened to that?

Part of me still hopes that this is just the writers playing a long game and letting Emma realise in the end that this just isn’t her. But I don’t know, the writers seem to ship Hook too much, to an unhealthy level. Again, I don’t have a problem with Emma ending up with a man, instead of with Regina. But you can at least give her a man that is worth falling for, a man that brings out the best instead of the worst of her, a man that gives her freedom and space to be herself instead trying to deprive her of that over and over again.

The Flowers in James's Ribs

A/N :  Mentions suicide so if that isn’t your thing then the next thing will be happier, promise. For  @picassowasblue because she likes badass Lily as much as me  ///

Eliza Potter is not stupid.

She’s almost seven now, and can put the bread in the toaster without Sirius picking her up, so she can see that James is friends with the pretty new neighbour. 

And she is pretty, as in, interesting pretty. Like she looks like she could punch someone in the mouth, which Eliza actually saw her do one time to Jimmy Ogden during school when he told her to turn around for him. Eliza isn’t scared of her though, because once she fell over when she was riding her bike on the sidewalk outside the house and the pretty girl ran over and helped her up. The girl said that her name was Lily and helped Eliza inside. James smiled when she opened the door even though Eliza’s knee was bleeding into her sock.

James smiles a lot when she’s around, Eliza’s noticed. She tells Lizzy, her best friend, and Lizzy snorts, and says seventeen year old boys don’t smile a lot. And Lizzy would know, she has twin brothers who are seventeen and is the only one in the class who has a raincoat without any mud on it. Lizzy just understands these things. But James really does smile a lot when the girl- Lily- is around. Like when he was mowing the lawn and she waved at him from where she was picking flowers in her yard. James nearly took his foot off when he tried to wave back and Eliza remembers Mummy yelling at him to watch her flippin’ hydrangeas.

But Lily really is nice, plus she has cool hair. Eliza once asked who poured all of that red paint on her head and Lily laughed while James glared and told her not to be such a nerd. But it really did look like paint on Lily’s head, and when she told Eliza that it was just how her hair was. Eliza got annoyed; because she wanted hair that looked like blood so that she could scare sway stupid Fabian Weasley who keeps staring at her in class. Lily laughed again and said that she liked Eliza’s black hair, that black hair was really cool. James smiled really hard when she said that.

Lily is painting her fence on Saturday and James gets out of bed at nine in the morning (he never gets up that early, not even for cartoons) to help her. Eliza brings them sandwiches that she made herself and when she walks over James is talking, “…Yeah but that technically didn’t count as a suspension because Mum never found out about it, she would have fucking shot me if- oh, hi, ‘Liza”. Lily is grinning when Eliza hands her the pickle and jam sandwich. If she really thinks about it, Lily smiles a lot when James is around too. 

Lily also has a sister, but Eliza doesn’t like her at all, because she yells at her when she’s riding her bike on the road and she made Lily cry that one time, when they were outside and the mean sister said that she hated her. Lily cried and Eliza wanted to hit the other girl, because she didn’t have nice red hair or pretty eyes and she hurt Lily. But she didn’t, because mum said she shouldn’t eavesdrop anymore and she was meant to be practising her printing.

But she can tell Sirius about Lily, because Sirius is the best at listening and he likes her pickle and jam sandwiches. Sirius grins so big his face might fall off and says he won’t tell anyone, but she hears him teasing James about it later. Oh well, James deserved it. He called her a nerd.

Lily comes over a lot more now, sitting on the couch watching TV with James and sometimes he even lets Eliza watch with them. Lily leans on James’s knees and Eliza leans on Lily’s knees and it’s like a cool kneeling train. She likes it, because she gets to see James and Lily, who are her favourite people in the whole world. Along with Padfoot, Moony, Wormy and Mummy, of course. Eliza thinks her Dad might have been one of her favourite people to, even though he’s in the ground with the stone on top. Mummy says he was really sad and couldn’t take it anymore. Eliza still doesn’t know what ‘it’ is, but she’s going to find out and punch it, because it makes Mummy sad and James all quiet whenever they talk about Daddy.       

She tells Lily this while she’s waiting for James to get back from Remus’s house and Lily gets really sad, so Eliza tells her not be and gives her a hug, because she doesn’t like it when Lily is sad, it makes her hurt inside.

James comes to her that night and asks if she’s ever sad about Dad, so Lily must have told, but Eliza doesn’t mind because she and James stay up all night talking about him, and Eliza likes that because talking to James is nice. James is her favourite person to talk to ever, she thinks. She tells him so and he hugs her. James is the second best huger, next to Sirius, of course.

She tells Lily this and she says she must test that theory sometime. Eliza doesn’t know what a theory is but she sees Lily hug James a few weeks later after they do their big people school homework in his room. That makes James smile a lot, and he doesn’t even yell at Eliza when she tells him she broke his headphones by accident.

On the day that they always go and visit Daddy’s grave Lily comes with them, Mummy never goes. She just stays in bed and won’t make Eliza breakfast like normal, so James does it. But he’s really quiet and puts too much milk on the cornflakes, so it’s not the same. They borrow Peter’s car because it’s nicer and they drive to the rock in the ground with “ROBERT ELLIOT POTTER’ written on it in big letters. Eliza gets to put the flowers that they brought down, and she arranges them in a smiley face so that maybe, wherever he is, Daddy won’t be so sad anymore. Lily holds James’s hand and Eliza holds Lily’s other hand and it’s like when they kneel on each other on the couch but not fun. Not fun at all.

Lizzy tells her James wants to kiss Lily and Eliza tells her that’s gross, because kissing is yuck and you aren’t allowed to do it until you’re at least twenty-one. That’s what James, Padfoot and Moony all told her. Lizzy tells her she’s just a big baby and Eliza punches her in the mouth just like Lily did to Jimmy Ogden, because Lizzy’s always calling her a baby now and just because she wears a raincoat without mud on it doesn’t mean she’s the queen of the world. And she still doesn’t feel bad about it when she’s sent home early and Mummy yells at her. She tells Lily what Lizzy said and Lily goes really red and mixes up all her words, which is weird because Lily never does that.

One night the phone rings in the middle of the night and Eliza answers, because the phone is on the desk right outside her room and it’s Lily on the other end. She’s crying a lot and tells her to just go get James please and Eliza is really scared because she sounds really sad and what is she’s so sad that she leaves like Daddy. Eliza doesn’t want to see Lily’s name a stone in the ground so she runs to get James really fast. James is mad when she wakes him up but Eliza shoves the phone at him and watches him as he talk to Lily. He says things like, “Calm down” and “I’ll be right there” and then he’s putting on his t-shirt and running for his car. He says he won’t take Eliza and that makes her mad because she wants to see Lily and give her a hug and tell her to not leave, please, because Lily is hers and she loves her a lot. She tells James not to let Lily leave forever and James looks at her real hard and promises he won’t. And then it’s okay, because James doesn’t lie to her, ever. So it’s okay.

Eliza asks Remus why Lily was crying when he comes over the next day because Remus is smart and knows how to explain things so that they make sense, he always helps her with the stupid math homework so he will help her understand why Lily called in the middle of the night. Remus looks at James for a minute and James just gets up and leaves, which is confusing. Remus tells Eliza that Lily had been at a big people party and one of the boys had tried to hurt her, so she called James to come and get her. Eliza asks if James punched they boy and Remus smiles, saying he doesn’t know, but he should have. Remus then makes her promise to tell him or Peter or Sirius or James if a boy ever tries to hurt her and Eliza does, because why wouldn’t she tell? Peter, Remus, Sirius and James are her best friends, even better than Lizzy. Remus hugs her when she tells him this and she hugs him back, because Remus is the third best hugger of all time.

Lily gets a rabbit and Eliza likes to go over and pet him, but when James tries the bunny bites him and Lily laughs so hard that she falls into her pool. She pulls James in by his foot and he yells and gets really wet. Eliza laughs because they’re laughing and then James is pushing Lily’s head under the water and Lily is splashing him and Eliza is grinning and grinning because her older brother is laughing and Lily wasn’t lying about her hair, because the paint doesn’t come out in water so it must be real.

James gets asked by Lily to go to her mean older sister’s wedding and when he leaves in his fancy pants and jacket, Sirius stays and watches cartoons with her. Watching cartoons with Sirius is fun, because he yells funny things at the characters and makes popcorn. Sirius says that James might be in love with Lily. Eliza doesn’t know what that means, because she loves Sirius, so is she in love with him? Sirius laughs and pauses the Power Puff girls. Then he looks at Eliza real hard which means he wants to tell her something really important so she looks back at him and tries to look like she’s listening really hard, because she is.

Sirius says being in love and loving someone isn’t the same, because Sirius loves her but isn’t in love with her. Eliza still doesn’t understand and wishes Remus was there to explain it, but Sirius keeps talking. He says that being in love with someone is when your ribcage feels like a flower garden whenever the other person is around. Eliza doesn’t know what a ‘ribcage’ is but she likes flower gardens and hopes that James has one in his body always, so she says she doesn’t mind if James is in love with Lily, just as long as they don’t kiss until they’re  twenty one, because that is illegal. Sirius smiles and tells her she’s right. Then he makes popcorn and uses lots of salt, just like how he knows she likes it.

When James gets home later Eliza walks up to him and tells him it’s alright if he’s in love with Lily. James stares at her for a minute and then throws his wallet at Sirius’s head, who catches it and smiles, chewing on the nice mint gum that he gave Eliza a piece of.

A lot of days later, she sees James and Lily kissing on the sidewalk. But she doesn’t call the police, because James is smiling when he pulls back and Lily flicks him on the nose and laughs. Eliza lets them do it this one time, but next time she really will call the police. Because she’s not stupid and Peter told her that if she kisses anyone before she’s twenty-one she will have to go to jail. And Remus said they don’t have the Power Puff girls in jail. And that would suck.  

anonymous asked:

What do you think the red (their clothes and the lighting) in the told you so music video means?

i feel like the red is their anxiety (or at least hayley’s but anyway) like it’s always there, you suffer with anxiety so you’re always wearing it in a sense, you don’t want it, it’s scary, makes you feel like shit sometimes but you’re always gonna have it, but you can still feel happy and free sometimes, even if you’re wearing that anxiety you can still drive around with your friends and feel some sense of happiness