be more adorable. i dare you

Whipped...friends??

Y/N would have never imagined the amount of attention being Harry’s best friend would bring. There’s also always speculations, suspicions that the two might be more than friends, given the fact that when they go out, it’s like they might as well be joined at the hip. Where Harry is on a day off, Y/N is sure to follow, and the paparazzi gets pictures of it all. But Y/N’s always been just a friend. It’s not like she trails behind him like a puppy, no. Harry just always loves having her around, finds comfort in the way she talks to him without a hint of glorification. Tracing back to the beginning of their friendship, Y/N didn’t tip toe around Harry, trying to make sure to not say the wrong thing, never really made impressing Harry a priority. And Harry really appreciated that.

And the relentless bother and questions of “are you two dating?” doesn’t end with the public, no, it continues, and probably gets more intense coming from their group of friends.

Whenever Y/N steps away from Harry’s side, there’s always one of the boys whispering to him about how they’re sure she’s got him wrapped around her pretty little finger. How at the call of his name, Harry never thinks twice about dropping everything and tending to her wants and needs. They make it sound awful in a way, as if Y/N is always needy of Harry and demanded his attention. But they don’t mean it like that really, just like bothering him about it, specially because he gets all worked up in trying to defend her.

They even comment about how they’ve taken notice to the fact Harry’s smile can stretch for miles at the mention of her name, which Harry has never denied. Only nods his head in amusement at the fact others notice.

And maybe their secret little escapes to what they refer to as “friend dates” are no help. They’ll be having a night in on the sofa, Harry sat at the edge of it, elbow propped on the arm rest, mindlessly scrolling through texts and thumbs swift on the screen, typing replies to friends. And obviously Y/N’s with him, lying down and feet resting on his lap, her head flat on the cushion, eyes shut because she quite enjoys just lying about in a silent room, knowing Harry’s there. And it’s not until he shuffles to stand up, pushing her legs off him in the process, that she opens her eyes and follows his body across the room where he doubles over to slip on his YSL boots before he goes for his coat. With a small whisper of “ye’ comin’?” Y/N is sure to follow his steps. Most nights like that they end up in some random bar or restaurant, sat on a stool or a booth, laughing and eating. Harry will often opt to sit next to her rather than in front, taking the chance to lay his head on her shoulder. Even kiss at her neck sometimes.

And when the boys catch a glimpse of the paparazzi photos taken of them all cuddly on a random Tuesday night at a local cafe, Harry’s phone just about overloads with texts from Niall going on about “I knew it!” And “just ask her, man!”

So no, it’s not out of the ordinary for Louis to make a ‘wuh-PSSSH’ sound followed by something snarky like “so whipped, mate. And she’s not even ye’ girlfriend,” when he notices Harry’s stare trailing to where Y/N goes as she makes breakfast for the lot. Harry tries to disregard the comment as Louis takes a seat next to him at the kitchen island.

“What’re you guys going on about over there?” Y/N asks, giggling to herself, “got Harry blushing and all.”

And of course with no chill what so ever, Liam pats Harry on the back, a devilish smile playing on his lips, “Harry here has found himself head over heels.”

Y/N can’t deny that her heart sinks a little at that, but she doesn’t let it faze her, or at least she doesn’t show it. “Really?? Oh who is she??”

“Yeah, Harry! Tell our lovely Y/N who’s the lucky woman!” Harry would hope Niall would be the one not to indulge in his current tormenting.

But Harry can only look at Y/N, her eyes locked on his from across the room. And Harry swears he’s never seen her look at him the way she is right now.

And the boys don’t mean to over tease him this time, just wish he’d finally let it out and tell her because they’re rather sure Y/N feels the same. It’s hard not to notice the way she looks at him, eyes full of adoration and dare they say, love.

When the air has fallen silent for far too long, Liam decides to change the subject for Harry’s sake and stands up to give Y/N a hand with the pouring of the beverages.

“You two have gotten to the point where you grocery shop together.” Liam starts again when Y/N steps away for more milk, “you cook together. You do laundry together. You’re always going on dates. You go with her for manis and pedis, and I’m sure you enjoy it, too.”

“So wha’?? I like spendin’ time with her.” Harry doesn’t really see why that’s so bad, being whipped and all.

“You sleep together,” Louis chimes in, “hell, wouldn’t be surprised if you showered together.”

Now that’s just nonsense.

“Sod off ye’ prick.”


It’s been a few weeks since the day Y/N found out Harry’s interested in someone. And she’d be lying if she said it doesn’t keep her awake at night. Awake while she’s lying next to Harry because of the fact that they’d much rather sleep together than alone. But when she looks over at him, she can’t help but smile.

She’s lying on her side, eyes tracing his, rid of any wrinkles they get when he smiles or frowns. They trace all of him. From his eyes to his eyebrows, then his cheeks and to his nose, where she kisses lightly, careful not to wake him. He only crinkles it for a short second, to which she only smiles. Her eyes linger down his neck, tracing every muscle and crevice until she’s looking at the tattoos on his chest, the steady rise and fall of it has her breathing adapting to his.

It’s when she looks at his parted bubble gum pink lips that she raises a hand, her index finger ghosting over his bottom lip. The touch has Harry stirring, eyes open for a moment before he puckers his lips to peck her finger, a smile on his face. He flutters his eyes shut for a second before resting his hand on her waist and rubbing his thumb gently on the exposed skin. He moans in content, pulls her body closer to his and rests his lips on her hair line.

“Go t'sleep, pet.”

And why oh why did she ever think some friendly flirting and bed sharing with her best friend could never lead to any emotional attachment.


The cuddles hasn’t stopped. Harry’s lingering kisses and hugs hasn’t stopped. The boys teasing on Harry behind Y/N’s back hasn’t stopped. Y/N sleeping in Harry’s bed hasn’t stopped. And Y/N’s constant self reminder that Harry might just be in love with someone else has not stopped.

If she’s being quite honest, she’s not liking the way the boys snicker and whisper to Harry when she walks off. And she really doesn’t like how whatever and whoever they’re whispering about is making Harry blush and smile sheepishly like crazy. Wishes she knew what they’re always being so secretive about. But giving it a second thought, maybe she doesn’t wanna know. It’s all the same to her now though.

The movie on the telly doesn’t seem to distract her anymore, not from her thoughts which are taking over her mind the more time she spends in Harry’s home. And to add to that, the second she steps back into the room with a bowl of popcorn the boys go silent. It makes her feel awful…left out, but she’s sure they don’t mean to do it. She should be thankful right? At least they’re nice enough not to talk about Harry’s girl in front of her, or maybe that’s just something she wants to believe.

“Oh popcorn.” Niall’s first to reach out and grab a handful before she’s even had the chance to get to her seat next to Harry.

“Thanks, love.” Harry whispers, kissing her cheek the second she sits down.

She notices out of the corner of her eye how Louis smirks and nods his head when Harry wraps his arm around her shoulder. What’s so funny??

The moment Harry presses another kiss to the top of her head is the moment she realizes she’s had enough. It’s the moment she realizes she can’t keep pretending and letting herself fall even more. Not after what Liam said.

“I have to go. It’s getting pretty late.” This catches everyone off guard, especially Harry.

When she stands up to leave, his fingers around her wrist are quick to make her stop and have her look down at him, still sat on the sofa. “Wha’ do ye’ mean? Ye’ always spend the night, poppet.”

His brows are furrowed now, grip tight on her wrist, fearing that if he loosens it she might just slip away.

Of course they can’t ignore the other people in the room though, so when Y/N’s eyes avert to the boys, Harry is quick to stand up and lead them away.

“Everythin’ a'right?” His eyes scan hers for answers, his hand now cupping her neck, thumb rubbing soothingly at her jaw.

The cool of his rings on her skin keep her at ease. But the uncertainty in her eyes has Harry feeling all types of useless.

“Tell me wha’s wrong, little one. Wha’ can I do to make ye’ feel better?”

And those words would have made no sense if it wasn’t for the sudden feeling of Harry wiping away a stray tear she didn’t notice she’d shed.

She can’t. She can’t break down. Not in front of him. What can she say for him to let her go??

“Nothing’s wrong, Harry.”

But she’s sure he doesn’t believe her, not one bit. He knows her too well.

And she can tell he’s about to say something else, and she knows if she lets him, she’s sure to fall back into whatever they have.

“I’ve really got to go. I’ve got a date in an hour and I have to go get ready.”

As much bullshit of an excuse as that is, Harry’s grip on her wrist loosens, and the hand on her neck falls.

And she takes the opportunity to slip out the door.



Whipped…friends?? Or.. (Part Two)

salmagamer  asked:

Can't you give some more details about Drainir, I just love her so much!! :D

Welllllll I’m still fixing some details about her ^^u
But here are a few thinks I can tell you about Drainir!


- She consider minions innofensive and adorables, so she is not interested to fight them.

- SHE LOVES HER FRIENDS!! (Except for Edwan)

- She doesn’t know how to express her deepest feelings. (Stupid tsundere)

- When a real dangerous enemy dares to touch her people

- She gets so mad

- And she uses her power at its fullest as a pretty badass main character <3

a-crafty-lass  asked:

Ladrien, "Honestly, just stop it"

Marinette snuggled deeper into the covers with a soft contented sigh. Everything felt so wonderfully warm and peaceful and… 

Her eyes shot open as the arm wrapped securely around her waist tightened and a face nuzzled against her neck with a sleepy groan. 

She looked down, her eye immediately locking on to the familiar silver ring on the hand that was lightly caressing her, as well as her own spotted ensemble. 

She was Ladybug. She had fallen asleep transformed. 

Tikki was going to kill her. 

She blinked hard shaking her head from the hazy, sleep induced fog, as the memories came rushing back. 

She had saved Adrien, defeating the fangirl turned akuma with no trouble and putting on a rather heroic display if she did say so herself.  It had only made sense to follow Chat’s example of checking in on victims after the akuma attacks. Never mind what Tikki had pointed out- that A. she had never bothered to emulate her partner in this regard before and B. that Adrien wasn’t actually the Akuma victim in question- it had been an unselfish act of… 

oh who was she kidding? She had shamelessly shown up at his window hoping to flirt with him. 

What was she supposed to do after the way he had looked at her after she had thrown her lucky charm into the air to cleanse the city? He had even reached out to her before nervously pulling his hand back, awkwardly fussing with his hair. 

She had only gotten 3 minutes! Three minutes of the boy of her dreams blushing and thanking her and looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky! How was she supposed to survive on only three minutes? 

So she had waited until her parents had gone to bed and hurried over, just to check on him. MAYBE see if she was daring enough to sneak in a quick kiss on the cheek before she left. 

Of course if she had known how much more daring Adrien was willing to be she wouldn’t have bothered waiting for her parents to fall asleep. She would have dropped everything and raced to his window as fast as she could manage. 

He had invited her in, looking adorably flustered and slightly rumpled in his black sleep pants and honest to God ‘I <3 Ladybug’ Tee shirt, nervously offering her a seat, snacks, a tour of his room. 

It had been so endearingly sweet, so breathtakingly Adrien, that she hadn’t even thought twice before saying with a giddy laugh, “how on earth can you be this cute?” 

He had stared at her for a good 10 seconds, his face as red as her suit, while her own brain processed exactly what had just happened. 

“Oh,” she had gasped in horror, “What I meant was… I didn’t mean… I mean you are but-” 

She hadn’t gotten to finish whatever horrible excuse she had been floundering to come up with because his lips had smashed clumsily against her own. It was awkward and messy and lasted barely a second and oh dear God did she want to do it again. 

“I’m sorry,” he stammered guiltily, “I should have-” 

This time she cut him off, digging her fingers into his hair and dragging his mouth back to her own. 

Marinette’s face warmed at the memories, and she snuggled further back into Adrien’s arms. 

They had kissed for hours. Occasionally taking short breaks to cuddle and pet at each other, exchanging small tidbits of information between heated make out sessions. 

She couldn’t have told you at what point they had managed to get from where they were originally standing in front of the couch to his massive bed. Still she wasn’t complaining. 

Adrien let out another unconscious little moan, rolling over in search of a more comfortable position, his arm releasing her and dropping across his own chest as he lay sprawled on his back. 

Well that wouldn’t do at all. 

She flipped over, her head resting on his shoulder her fingers skimming the tempting bare skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up. 

He flinched slightly with a soft snort. 

Marinette bit back a giggle of almost demonic glee as she lightly dragged her fingers across his stomach. Once again he twitched in agitation, twisting back and forth in rebellion at the sensation. 

He was ticklish. 

She pounced, straddling on top of him and tickling him mercilessly, bursting into peels of giddy laughter as he attempted to escape her clutches through his own choked laughter. 

“Hey no fair, I was sleeping!” He gasped between breathless chuckles. 

“Were you?” She asked innocently as he finally managed to capture her hands and flip her underneath him. 

“Yes, I was having the most lovely dream,” he grinned lowering down to give her a quick kiss, “that a beautiful girl was lying in my bed.” 

“Oh should I be jealous?” She teased, running her toes up the inside of his calf. “Am I just a poor blip on the radar for the big shot model?” 

“Honestly, just stop it,” he said rolling his eyes, cheeks flushing slightly. 

Marinette grinned. He really was ridiculously cute. 

“What time is it anyways,” he murmured, letting go of her wrist and grabbing for his phone on the bedside table. 

She took the opportunity to once again bury her hands into his silky blond hair. Perhaps if she spent enough time ruffling it tonight she wouldn’t be tempted to reach out and start fussing with it during class tomorrow. 

Adrien stared at his phone and then gave her an inquisitive look. “Do you need to get headed home?” 

“Eventually,” she shrugged. “But my parents won’t check on me till around 7:30 so as long as I leave by 7 I should be good.” 

He nodded, programming in an alarm on his phone before flopping back down onto the bed and pulling her securely into his arms. 

“Okay, all set, now go back to sleep.” 

She wriggled in his grasp so that she was facing him. 

“What time is it anyways?” 

“3 am.” 

“So…” she said coyly nuzzling her nose against his chin, “we technically have 4 more hours until I need to leave.” 

“Yep, four more hours of sleep,” he said with a deliberately chaste kiss to her forehead. 

She pouted, slipping her hands under his shirt to slide up his back. She smiled in triumph as she felt him shiver at her attention, despite his valiant attempt to stay still and pretend to be unaffected. 

“Are you sure you want to sleep?” she asked, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. “You know there is this magical thing called coffee that- OOPH!” 

She gave out a startled squeak as  Adrien flipped her around so that he was spooned against her back. 

“No. As incredibly tempting as that may be, you need to get some sleep. Believe me My Lady, I have every intention of kissing you as often as possible, but we all know that unlike Alya, coffee does little to keep you from drifting off in the middle of class.” 

Marinette’s eyes went wide. “What…?” 

“Go to sleep.” 

“But, what do you mean the same… how…?” 

Adrien let of a soft laugh as he held her tightly, placing a soft kiss to her temple. “You talk in your sleep, Marinette.” 


Oh Tikki was definitely going to kill her. 

List of things I will never get over

-How quickly Steve and Danny meant the world to each other and still do, even if they fight a lot sometimes (read: all the time).

-How Steve and Danny look at each other. I mean… are you seeing this???

Originally posted by alohaspaceman

-Steve loving Grace and Charlie like they’re his own kids, and having adorable moments with them.

-Steve and Danny risking everything to save each other, more than once.

-THIS MOMENT!! MY HEART JUST MELTS.

Originally posted by alohaspaceman

-THIS WHOLE SCENE. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. They look like a family, and I will literally fight anyone that dares to disagree with me.

Originally posted by nici-unicorn

-THE HUGS, more of those please!! Like, are you kidding me??? How cute can you two be???

Originally posted by iam-gs

- And of course, last but not least, the few but very meaningful “I love you” moments that Steve and Danny have shared.

Originally posted by transientmorality

If you haven’t watched Hawaii 5-0 yet, you really should. Gifs in this post are made by: alohaspaceman, nici-unicorn, iam-gs & transientmorality.

The more and more I experientially know Jesus, and be known by him. the more and more I realize, the God that we teach about in general, isn’t the same God the bible talks about. Maybe on some level, but our lives would look radically, and so much different. Jesus himself said, “You will do greater things than I did…” Does our life reflect that? Do we really have a relationship with God? Or, are we pretending? Playing like we do, with our church, and bible studies. Are we daily experiencing God in new ways? Our life wasn’t meant for “mountain top” experiences every once in a while. Jesus is an adventure everyday, and we can actually live in relationship to the father like he did, and do greater things, and live in our identity he made us to be. We can really understand the depth of his love, and most importantly, hear his voice… We can realize how to be co-heirs with Christ, keeping in step with the Spirit, when going to the store, or the coffee shop is an adventure with the Holy Spirit. Mundane things, turn into exciting kairos moments with God. What an amazing life that sounds like. If my life doesn’t look like that, then I am not following the same God Jesus knew. And Perhaps the greatest and most astounding revelation is,  its not that we are not working hard enough, or not in “ministry” or anything based on our performance, but its living in the fact that we are whole and completely and infinitely loved. That God wants to speak to us, not accuse us, or judge or, or tell us how bad of a job we are doing, thats hes disappointed, but to tell us, “My love is made complete in you. You are mine, and I absolutely adore you more than the galaxies I breathed.” I think if we grasp that, our lives would be more incredible than we ever dared imagine, and he would lead us into places we couldn't dream of and the world would be  transformed. IF we confess the lies we believe, he will speak truth to us, and its so incredibly wonderful and freeing. We come to this realization, that he loves us, and values us, as much as he loved Jesus. And through Jesus we know him, and move and have our being. Thats the life I want to live.
—  A discussion my old mentor and I had on the phone today / It was really good
There For You

Summary: natasha pushed you into the pool and you think you’re drowning

A/N: the past like 3 stories, no requested bc no likes me. ANYWAYs message me good things if u liked this or any other fic, or message me and tell me how much u hate me, either way :)

Word Count: 1265

Pairing: bucky x reader

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Nat pushed you into the pool and you let out a loud scream before hitting the water and going under.

“What the hell Nat?!” You yelled as you resurfaced, thrashing around, trying to stay afloat.

“What’s the matter?” Natasha asked with a smirk as she saw Bucky look up from his talk with Steve and Sam.

“What’s the matter? I can’t swim!” You yelled at her. Bucky got up from his seat and walked over to Natasha and looked down at you struggling in the water with a smile on his face.

“Bucky! Please! Help me!” You cried out, trying your best to make grabby hands while keeping yourself from drowning. Bucky just chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Bucky! Seriously!” Bucky took off his shirt and if you weren’t in a life or death situation you would be admiring his body.

“You’re worried about your clothes?! I’m just drowning, just dying!” You tried to sound as casual as possible but was failing miserably. Bucky jumped in the water making big loud splash and swam over to you, taking his time.

“Finally,” you muttered when he resurfaced next to you.

“Woo,” Bucky breathed out as he pushed his wet hair away from his face and ran his hands over his face, clearing the water from his eyes.

“Just put your arms around me,” Bucky said as he got closer to you. It was then you realized how embarrassing this was for you. Practically drowning in front of your crush and then getting rescued by him, god he must think you’re such a loser.

“Nope?” He asked after a few seconds of you not responding, “you can just drown then,” he said with a shrug of a shoulder.

“Okay! Okay! Okay!” You exclaimed as you latched onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck, failing to notice that smirk that he donned when you relaxed onto him.

“Is this some kind of a ploy?” You asked and Bucky’s smirk faded into a more serious expression but it was hard for him.

“Yes, actually, I planned everything. I asked Natasha to push you into the pool, fully knowing that you can’t swim,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You know, I’m not one to be rescued,” you replied as you ignored the shiver that ran down your spine when you felt Bucky’s muscles move under your hands as he tried to look at you.

“No?” You nodded and hummed.

“Okay, you’d prefer to do the rescuing?” You nodded again.

“I can just drown,” he said before slowly sinking down into the water, making you let go of him.

“No, no, Bucky, no, c’mon,” you cried out as you watched him under the water while you tried to pull him up. He stuck his hand up and turned it towards you and waved.

“Bucky! No, no,” you said, grabbing his hand before his hand before he had the chance to pull it back down. Bucky decided that you had suffered enough and resurfaced, shaking his head like a dog to get his hair out of his face.

“I thought I was gonna drown there for a second,” he teased as one hand ran over his face while the other one circled around your waist as you clung onto him again.

“Let down,” he mumbled as you tried to catch your breath.

“You do know we’re in the shallow end?” Bucky asked after a couple moments later once you had calmed down a bit. You looked at Bucky who was looking at you with a smirk and you couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment. Chuckling you let go of him and slowly extended your legs and realized, yes, you could actually stand. Bucky nodded and covered his mouth with his hand to hide the smirk that was growing into a wide smile. He looked away, towards Steve and Sam who were just smirking and shaking their heads at the whole event. Looking back towards you Bucky ran a hand through his hair and shuffled it a bit as you rubbed your nose with your hand, an effort to block your face from him gaze.

“My clothes are ruined now,” you said, trying to recover.

“They’ll dry,” Bucky said with a shrug. You looked towards Nat and gave her a mean glare but you didn’t ignore the way Bucky looked down at you with adoration in his eyes.

“I could have died!” You exclaimed, turning back to him and sloshing some water at him.

“I-,” he said as he started to laugh, “I- I wouldn’t have let that happen.” He sniffled as some water had gotten into his nose, rubbing his nose with his hand, flexing his bicep which caused you to be turned on more than you should be at this moment.

“How could you be so sure that you wouldn’t have let that happen?” You questioned, facing him, not daring to look at him in the eyes but instead focused on his chest, which in hindsight wasn’t the best idea. Bucky let out a sigh before bringing both hands through his hair and letting them rest by his side.

“Because, because I can’t imagine a world without you.” Your head snapped up and you looked at him with furrowed brows as he looked every where else besides at you. You slowly straightened yourself up and moved closer to him, grabbing his face in your hands at the nape of his neck and pulled his head down towards you. Bucky looked at you as you looked at him for a brief moment before the both of you slowly leaned in towards each other. His lips met yours gently and timid, as if he thought this might be a dream. You kissed him harder, your thumb caressing his cheek ever so slightly as you felt his arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you in so you circled your legs around him.

“C’mon boys,” Natasha said as she waved over to Steve and Sam, “let’s give them some privacy.” You didn’t notice them leaving or the hollering that Sam gave as he walked past the pool, all you do was focus on Bucky’s touch on your body. Goosebumps arose as his hands ran up and down your hands and eventually resting underneath your thighs. You both needed air and pulled apart from each other, you untangled yourself from him and he created some distance between the two of you. Both of your gazes were not on each other but at your surroundings and suddenly Bucky sank back down underneath the water in an effort to hide his smile, you giggled and did the same. You both looked at each other under the water and it was clear then how much in love you guys had been.


Bucky handed you a towel as you pushed yourself out of the pool and you thanked him in a hushed tone, not wanting to disrupt the comfortable, calm silence that had been created. He wrapped his left arm over your shoulders and pulled you close as you walked back into the compound, both not hiding the giant bright smiles on your faces.

“The lovebirds are here!” Sam exclaimed as he saw you walk into the common room. You turned yourself into Bucky, hiding your embarrassed face in his chest and you could feel his chest vibrate from him chuckling. Nothing more needed to be said between anyone in the room as Bucky walked you back to his room, just enjoying the moment with his girl.

tags: @whyisbuckyso @capsbuchanan @soldatbarnes @stevnsbucks @opagued @jurassicbarnes @psychicwitchphilosopher @omalleysgirl22 @oneshot-shit @sgtjbuccky @persephone-is-here-omg @lomlbarnes @youandb @sebuckyverse @moreinfinite

tbh half of u never asked to be tagged so idk why i do so tell me if u want me to stop

2 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 3,405 
i’m sorry

warnings: violence, gore probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, dead bodies etc

Originally posted by annabartollo

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“You’d better take her back to headquarters, Namjoon will want to know why she’s still alive." 


"You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Jungkook whispered as he started the car engine, “Taehyung can’t see us through the blackout windows.” His comment was everything but comforting, you were awkwardly sprawled across the back seat of a car without blacked out windows, about to be taken to some kind of headquarters where you would no doubt be killed. 

“Who are you? What do you want with me? Are you going to kill me?” Your voice wobbled as you sat up in the car so you could watch the city lights zoom past you, the memory of Jungkook killing a man still playing in your mind, 

“If I wanted you dead I would have killed you by now.” His voice was stern and flat, emotionless. 

“You murd-" 

"I’ll explain everything in time. Which way is your apartment?" 

"I’m not telling you where I live! Are you crazy?! You just shot a guy in the face! I- I thought we were going to-" 

"Don’t underestimate me and just tell me what I want to know. How do I get to your apartment?" 

Silence. 

"I could always pull the car over and break your fingers until one of them points me in the right direction." 

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  • My Mom: No no, I'm a mom! This is what we do, we carry things!
  • Darren: *laughs* That true! And you have this magic ability to pull tissues out of thin air for whenever someone needs one!!
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tooruinspace  asked:

so you've done the top 5 sassiest HQ!! characters and the top 5 sexiest HQ!! characters, what about the top 5 cutest HQ!! characters? (also, all ur top 5 lists are spot on~ i love it!)

top 5 haikyuu cuties? the adorable ones that make you squeal :D

Be ready for a cuteness overload! :D

1. Hinata. My baby birb, my the sunshine son, have you seen his face? his eyes? his hair? he’s like a mix of every single cute feature you can find, concentrated in that tiny body of his. He’s so cute he almost makes me cry every time I look at him 

Originally posted by sasukeikun

2. Nishinoya. He’s my baby overly excited dragon and, much like Hinata, he truly is the walking definition of cute (*≧ω≦*) I mean look at hiiiim

Originally posted by nishinoya-yuu-bae

3. Kageyama. I can’t believe people find him intimidating while he’s just ??? a tol sleepy and awkward blueberry dork ??? and I love him ??? so much ???

Originally posted by kaori

4. Kenma. Have you ever seen a more adorable disgruntled litte kitty? I sure haven’t, he’s so precious! (HIS FACES THO)

Originally posted by alvsjo

5. Yaku. A LITTLE DEMON, every time I see him I have this urge to hug him but I bet he would probably fight me to death if I dared to touch him so there’s that

Originally posted by linglynz

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summary: lin gets taken back to the past to write Hamilton: An American Musical. When he meet’s Y/N he falls head over heels.

a/n: CONGRATS HERE’S A 8k+ IMAGINE

tags: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @ask-liza-schuyler @letuscomposefanfics


Early 1780’s…

Y/N stood with her sister, their arms inter-looped together. “You see that man?” Eliza whispered and pointed at the man with a bun on the back of his head and facial hair that was scruffy on his chin, she nodded softly as Eliza smiled while Y/N’s eyes fixated on how amazing this man looked. His poster was straight and his clothes made him look wealthy. His hair was in a perfect little bun and his eyes were the most perfect shades of brown. Y/N looked at her sister when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

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Anonymous said:Your god x human prompts were really cool…. Do you ever think you could do some more? 

finemus said:Hello! Could you maybe do some demigod prompts/storyline ideas? Thank you ☺// Anonymous said:Got any prompts about Demi-gods?  

Anonymous said:Could we get some more prompts with gods/goddesses?


1) “It’s alright,” the god murmured. “It’s going to be alright.”
The human shook, no witty words or eyerolls for once - heaving for air that didn’t want to come. Crumpled in grief all the fragility of humankind seemed most on show. “Will I see them again? In the afterlife?”
“You know I can’t tell you that.” 
“Yeah, well, you couldn’t fucking save them either so what the hell kind of god are you? What’s the point of you!?”


2) “You would smite a village just to get at me?” the demigod’s voice cracked. “They’ve done nothing to you! They are good, devout, innocents.”
“They were guilty the second they attempted to harbour you from me,” his father said. “Their ignorance of their guilt does not lessen the sin. If you were a less willful son you would not need so strict a hand to guide you.”
“If you were less shit father then-” the demigod’s mouth clamped shut, involuntarily. He seethed. 
“You will no longer spend time among mortals,” the god decreed. “Your unruliness is not your fault, you are right. I have let you down. Now I will make you better.”


3) The demigod knelt down in the confessional booth, head bowed. 
“Forgive me father,” they released a shaky breath. “For I have sinned.” 


4)  “You know,” the demigod murmured, bracing an arm against the wall and eyeing the top of the human’s head. “Most of them can’t take their eyes off me, but you refuse to so much as meet my gaze. Do you perhaps envision I have a basilisk’s stare? Or are you so devout as to believe you have no right to look upon a child of the gods?”
“I did not realise you cared if I looked upon you or not. You are hardly lacking people to lay themselves at your altar, you hardly need me to do so as well. That would just be excessive.”
A grin tugged at the demigod’s lips - rather more used to adoration, to those who begged for blessing, some divinity shed to their own selves by rubbing shoulders with something more. 


5) The goddess looked down at the believer, so sweet and faithful. Her head tilted. “Do you understand what it is you are offering, child?”
“All I am is yours,there is nothing left to offer.” The girl trembled with terror.
The goddess’ lips pursed thin. This damn cult, what had they done? She turned to them with rage like ice. “How dare you?” 
They startled. “Is the sacrifice not to your liking? She has been well trained-”
“She’s terrified!” She gathered the girl closer, protectively, lest they punish her for a goddess’ displeasure. “You imagine my love to be enslaving?” What had they done to her legacy in her absence? This was monstrous. It was all wrong.

10

“Why do you want to kiss me?”

“What’s wrong with kissing my girlfriend?”

agoddamnrayeofsunshine  asked:

Family AU, the kids meet Shiro's (evil) ex and defend their daddy Keith. (I just really want to see these precious babies turning into attack dogs when someone insults their parents you've done a lot where the kids get made fun of for their daddies and I just really want to see them stand up for their family)

I just couldn’t resist this one tbh. I JUST HAVE TO. The babies standing up for their Daddy Keith is the reason why I am alive. OTL

Previously: Shiro and his ex-girlfriend meet.

[The Voltron Family] This was right after that meeting with Shiro’s ex. The kids were in Toys R Us because their daddies were at the appliance corner paying for stuff. They were allowed to get one toy that day and so Lance, Pidge and Hunk were on a hunt.

Lance: Hunk, you think Daddy Shiro will allow me to get this? I like the blue lion. *shows him a blue lion toy*
Hunk: *takes it* It is nice. Well, they did say one toy, right? You sure about this already?
Lance: *pouts* *stares at the toy* I dunno. Maybe I’ll look more.
Pidge: I already got mine. *shows UNO cards* I’m going to defeat Daddy Shiro and Daddy Keith with this one.
Lance: *giggles* I heard about that game. You’re so evil, Pidge.

Suddenly a lady decided to join them.

Rea: Are you by any chance Shiro’s kids?
Pidge: *eyes the newcomer* ……..Yes. 
Lance: *gapes* Oh hello, pretty lady. *pushes up his hair*
Hunk: *grabs Pidge and Lance’s hands* Daddy Keith said not to talk to strangers. I’m sorry, lady miss, but my siblings and I have to go.
Rea: *scoffs* Typical of Keith to say that. Always unsociable. He never changed since then. 
Hunk: *stops* *turns back* What did you just say?
Rea: *smirks* I’m your Dad’s ex-girlfriend.
Pidge: Daddy Keith’s? *raises an eyebrow*
Lance: *tilts head* That’s weird. He said Daddy Shiro is his first. 
Rea: Oh my god. *disgusted face* NOT KEITH, NO. Not in a million years. 
Pidge: What do you mean? *frowns*
Rea: I’d never go for that guy! He’s so boring. *rolls eyes* I’m Shiro’s ex-girlfriend.
Hunk: *clenches fist* What did you just say about Daddy Keith?
Rea: He’s still exactly as I remember him back in college. Always sticking his nose in a book. I honestly don’t get what Shiro saw in him.
Lance: *stomps and points* Hey, lady! Listen here. I don’t know who you are but don’t you dare talk about Daddy Keith that way.
Rea: How adorable. Daddy Keith. He lets you call him that? He should’ve been Mommy, don’t you think so? More fitting for him. *chuckles*
Pidge: *crosses arms* You’re just jealous cause you didn’t end up with Daddy Shiro. He chose Daddy Keith over you. *sticks tongue out*
Rea: Oh, please. I can tell you’re not even their biological kids cause they can’t produce one. He could have one with me but no he just—
Hunk: *steps up* What is wrong with you? *looks up* So what if we’re adopted kids? So what if Daddy Keith loves reading books? So what if they can’t produce babies because they’re both boys? So what? 
Rea: *blinks* *taken aback*
Lance: *holds Hunk’s hand* Hunk…
Hunk: At the end of the day, Daddy Shiro married Daddy Keith and not you. I don’t know what you and Daddy Shiro had back then but I’m glad he didn’t choose you to be our mommy because Daddy Keith is the best and I love him. Lance and Pidge loves him. Most of all, Daddy Shiro loves him a lot and they’re happy. We’re happy. So don’t talk about my Daddy that way because you don’t know him.
Lance and Pidge: *squeezes Hunk’s hands* 
Lance: I take it back, you’re an ugly lady.
Pidge: I don’t really like you. *glares* And obviously Daddy Shiro didn’t too.
Lance: That’s right!
Pidge: Go suck an egg!
Lance: *shock* *looks at Pidge* *covers mouth with one hand* *scandalized*
Pidge: *drags Lance and Hunk away* We’re leaving.
Hunk: I’m sorry I kinda blew off there. *frowns*
Pidge: That’s okay, Hunk. No one talks crap about our Daddy. *hugs*
Lance: *nods* YOU RIGHT, PIDGE. *joins the hug*
Hunk: *teary eyes* I just hate it when people judge Daddy Keith.
Pidge: *frowns* Me, too. And he’s so nice.
Keith: *arrives* *sees Hunk* Baby, why are you crying? *bends down*
Hunk: *turns to hug Keith tight* *sniffs* I love you.
Keith: *touched* *caresses Hunk’s back* I love you too.
Lance and Pidge: *hugs Keith too* Me too!!! 
Shiro: *arrives with the purchased stuff* Oh, what’s happening? *smiles* Why wasn’t I informed of this group hug?
Lance: It’s the I-Love-Daddy-Keith Group Hug.
Shiro: *chuckles* Then I should definitely be in it. *joins*
Hunk: *whispers to Shiro* I’m happy you chose Daddy Keith.
Shiro: *looks at Hunk* *surprised* *slowly smiles* Me too, sweetheart. Me, too. *kisses Hunk’s cheek*

Too Blind to See

Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.

A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing. 

You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale. But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead. But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.

“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.”
You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand. Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.” All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do. “Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.”
Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.”
“How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!”
Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.”
And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.” Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.

Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door. It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.

“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you. Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling. “Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”

— Time Skip —

As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell. You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.

Your phone buzzed. It was your hair stylist: 

 Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)

You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair. “Josh?”

Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around. “Y/N?“ 

Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair. Your hair stylist. She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”

Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…” He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.” He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.

“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”

He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.

“No.”

“No?”

“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.

“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”

You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.” That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?” You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”

Josh opened the menu and scanned the options. “Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”