but i think it might take him awhile to really understand what it is that he's feeling exactly

Hellborn - Chapter 1

Genre: Smut; Angst; Demon!AU, Dom!Jimin, Sex Slave!AU

Word count: 6282

“The things I’m going to do to you are going to be the opposite of sweet and gentle. I’ll hit, bite, slap and scratch. You’ll be begging me for mercy. Begging me to give you your sweet release. Begging me to stop…Begging me to let you go…” He smirked a devilish, evil smirk. “But I won’t. Because from now on, you are my property…” You saw him snap his fingers before everything turned black.

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anonymous asked:

So would you say that vld is like.. season 1 had keith pinning over shiro while season 2 is shiro pinning over keath?

Not really haha

You pine for something you don’t have. This whole season (1-2, i just kinda look at it as one) was about how they have each other, I think.

Like, they started with them having a very strong bond and then it just got way stronger in season 2. (WAY WAYYY stronger)

The way I see it, it’s more like they are constantly surprised by just how much the other loves them and is there for them, when both of them are just completely content with what the other has given them so far and how things are right now.

Like look at Keith’s mind, he didn’t even expect Shiro sticking up for him like that and staying by his side in that situation. And he still ran after him there, still was saying “you’re like a brother to me” when Shiro wasn’t exactly acting like one towards him.

And like, Shiro in that cave, being all hard on himself and feeling like a failure, probably expecting Keith to agree with him because Keith was the person with the better ideas and smarter actions, and Keith is just “no wtf Shiro, you’re a great leader, you changed my life, you made me into what I am”

And I think both of them think more about the other for them to be selfish and want something the other might not exactly want. Like they’re the “I’m fine with everything as long as you’re happy” the “i’ll take anything you’re willing to give me” pair haha, It’s a very selfless kind of love. 

I do think they both have a very strong desire to be closer (conscious for Shiro, subconscious for Keith because he’s got walls) But notice how both of them never push for anything, they both wait patiently for the other to open up when they’re ready. (Keith about Shiro’s PTSD, Shiro about Keith and his knife) Kinda like “I would really love it if you trusted me with this, but I understand if you don’t and I’ll keep my distance and help in any other way I can”

But like I dunno, to me Shiro would be the only pinning one, because I think Keith is just in complete awe Shiro has stuck with him for so long as it is haha, he probably can’t even imagine there might be even more, he’s just scared of losing what they already have.

And that’s the thing, I think they just really really appreciate the relationship they already have, so for them to always kinda find out like “oh wait there’s even more??” is definitly a nice surprise, but not something they would expect or need in any way, simply because they’re mostly just content with what they do have, and what the other has already done for them. Like, I think they’re both like “oh it would be nice if…but It’s ok if not” when it comes to eachother.

That’s the way I see it atleast.

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where Lena covers up her mark because she doesn't want to be rejected by her soulmate too

Most people in the world don’t have soul marks, because most people in the world don’t need a soulmate. Lionel is drunk when he explains this to Lena, though she won’t realize that until she’s much older, looking back on the memory with all the clarity of an adult.

“Some people are a little easier to love than we are, Lena,” he tells her heavily. “It doesn’t take anyone special to do it - there are thousands of people who could love them. But you’re like me, I’m afraid - you’re damn smart, but you’re never going to be lovable.”

He shows Lena his soul mark, a thin geometric shape on his collar, and Lena traces her tiny fingers over it, curious. It doesn’t look like hers at all - hers is on her stomach, made up of soft curves and swoops that remind her somehow of birds.

She is only 5 years old, and she’s only been living with the Luthors for a year. She is pleased to be invited into Lionel’s big study, with the heavy tan globe that she can spin around on its heavy base. She is pleased to hear him say that she is like him, and to find out they have something in common. It feels a little like belonging.

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Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.

“Hello?” You said quietly.

“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.

“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.

“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.

“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.

“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.

Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?

“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.

“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.

You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.

Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.

**

You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.

Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.

Harry Styles.

Shit.

Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.

If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.

You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.

This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.

“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.

“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.

“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.

“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.

With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.

Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.

She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.

“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.

You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.

You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.

“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.

“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.

“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.

“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.

“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.

When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.

You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.

“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”

“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.

“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.

“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”

“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”

“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.

“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.

“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.

“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.

“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.

“True,” you nodded.

Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.

Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.

“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”

“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.

You nodded with a laugh.

About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.

“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.

“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”

“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.

“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”

“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.

“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.

“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.

“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.

That came out of the fucking blue.

“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”

“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you sighed.

“No, no, I understand,” he said.

“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.

“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.

“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.

You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.

“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”

“Sure, sounds great,” you said.

**

The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.  

Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch? 

Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot. 

When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you. 

“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway. 

“No problem,” he said. 

You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water. 

“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you. 

“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head. 

“Neither do I,” Harry laughed. 

You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,” 

“We can do that,” Nick smirked. 

“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked. 

“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered. 

“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked. 

“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged. 

“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked. 

“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed. 

“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?” 

“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed. 

“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked. 

“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged. 

“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you. 

“I hope so,” you smiled. 

**

After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said. 

“Are you sure?” You said. 

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk. 

You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s. 

Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars. 

“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car. 

“Do what?” You asked confused. 

“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?” 

“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly. 

“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.” 

“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?” 

“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked. 

“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said. 

“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot. 

You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…” 

Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.” 

He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back. 

“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said. 

“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked. 

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said. 

“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave. 

“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars. 

He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile. 

Bad Boy Turned Good

Summary: Dan is a teenager who’s a bad boy/trouble maker and doesn’t get along with his parents because of his behavior. They care about their reputation around town so the summer he does turns 16, they send him off to stay at the Lester’s (best friends of his parents) where he meets their teen son Phil, who is completely innocent. They don’t get along at first because they’re total opposites. Dan’s forced to spend time with Phil throughout the summer before school starts again and they eventually get along with each other and become best friends/lovers.

Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 8,014

Triggers/Warnings: alcohol/drinking, smoking, swearing, noncon kinda

A/N: This was meant to be my pbb for this year but i dropped out but since I had so much written, I decided to finish the fic. I’m sorry if it seemed rushed at the end, I just kinda wanted to finish it tbh lol. And this isn’t betad, sorry for any mistakes!

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BTS Reacts - Your Smarts, Multilingualism & Overthinking

Park Jimin: This boy is no stranger to your soliloquies. Park Jimin has always been in awe that he had managed to snag a smart individual like yourself; he appreciates you on a daily basis. In order to keep up with you, he would act as your peace of mind in times of despondence. If you wouldn’t willingly let him hear your anxious thoughts, he would take the initiative to ease your mind. Time after time, he grew less and less worried about your overthinking; he knew someone as capable as you could manage - but he’s less worried, mostly because he knows that he can get your undivided attention easily if he wanted it. He would not let his partner suffer in silence whenever he’s around. He takes your hands in his, prompting you to focus on him, and only him.

“You’re doing it again, honey. Do you want to talk about it - in Korean, preferably?”

Kim Taehyung: Taehyung constantly boasts about you to his family and friends about you being extremely sharp-witted and multilingual, but he is most unsure of himself, when words incomprehensible to him are heard from your lips. When your mind starts to overwork itself, he’s not necessarily intimidated by you, but more so afraid to approach you. He’s not sure what he can say to relax you - he wants to be able to comfort you with his cheery self, but at the same time, he doesn’t want to trigger a bad reaction from you, especially since he’s not sure what’s going on in your head. He’d still try to keep his distance, but he’d occasionally make sure you were feeling alright, and would still try to entice you away from overthinking, with his irresistibly cute questions.

“Jagiya… are you okay? Is it safe to hold your hand? I mean, if it helps you take your mind off whatever you’re worrying about.”

Min Yoongi: Yoongi doesn’t concern himself too much about your overly pensive aura; he knows it’s something you go through occasionally. He’s confident you’re adept enough to be able to sort yourself out, despite his slight worry whenever he sees you sit wordlessly with a serious, focused look on your face. It’s your thought process that draws him in the most. When you’re speaking aloud to yourself, he’d listen to your words, even when they’re of a different dialect; curious as to how exactly someone as intelligent as you operates. He’d personally be very proud to have someone so insightful as a partner, especially since being able to converse with someone like you helps make sense of the emotions and troubles he deals with once in awhile. He often asks you this same question repeatedly:

“Are you sure you’re with the right guy? Your perception is on a completely different level than mine.”

Jung Hoseok: Hoseok is always praising you for your keen intellect.  He’s convinced he’s hit the jackpot - someone with both beauty and brains. He might not comprehend some of the things that you’re talking about, but he makes the extra effort to read up about it, so that you have someone to discuss it with. He often worries that he’s not smart enough for you - you’re so brainy; he feels that the degree of your wits is out of his league, even though he’s very well-read himself. Nevertheless, he tries his best to match your know-how. When he finds you buried in thoughts that unsettled you, he distracts you with his own brand of humour - he can’t stand to see his sweetheart so troubled. Hoseok picks up one of your books nearby, eyes scanning the wall of text before him:

“Anaes… aneesthis… anithse… jagi, what even is this word?!”
( It’s ‘anaesthesiology’, Hobi. )
“Aish, your English reading level is too difficult for me!”

Jeon Jungkook: ‘Should I be doing this? Or maybe I could attempt it this way instead?’ - you mutter to yourself in another language. He really admires you for learning all the languages that you know. You’re actually the reason why he wants to take learning English seriously, and possibly even more than that. Jungkook tries not to see this as a competition, but it’s hard for a young maknae like him - he just wants to keep up with you and be able to understand you completely, so that he always feels like he’s involved, so he can help you in the times of dire distress. Jungkook’s curious nature and your complex thinking makes the two of you go hand in hand. When you speak in another tongue, he’s always asking one specific member for help:

“Namjoon-hyung, do you know what _____________ is saying? They look kind of stressed.”

Kim Seokjin: The eldest member of Bangtan would stare at you adoringly, all doe-eyed as you drone on to yourself about something you’re working on. He’d persistently pinch himself, just to make sure he isn’t dreaming: he can’t believe he’s fated to be with someone so clever and bright, brimming with motivation. It makes him beam with delight, seeing you so absorbed in your daily musings; your line of thought and philosophies on life itself simply converts him into being your number one fan. Although he likes to remain quiet in order to keep watching you go about your usual, engrossed actions, he can sense whenever that steadfastness was starting to take a toll on your mind, stressing you out. He’d casually pick up a movie he knows you’d like, asking you:

“Jagi, you’ve been talking in several languages for the past five minutes - I think that means it’s time to take a break, and watch something fun with your boyfriend.”

Kim Namjoon: It’s not too difficult for Namjoon to be on par with your intellect, after all, he’s quite discerning. When he needs someone to mull over the meaning of life with, you’re the person he always goes to first - your inexhaustible knowledge makes him all the more attracted to you. You’re always keeping him on his toes as you slip into different forms of speech, and he always has his phone at the ready to decipher whatever you’re saying. Seeing you close to the peak of your mentalities inspires him to be a better version of himself - and that’s evidently translated into the music he produces. He’s hung around you long enough to know you’re probably fretting over something small, so before he goes to sleep, he texts you in another language, surprising you:

“Don’t sweat the small things, babe. You’re too awesome to second guess yourself.”


This was a bit tough to write, but I hope you liked this react, anon! <3

anonymous asked:

Hey, I just stumbled upon your meta posts and I love all your thoughts and analyses! I was wondering, though: in season 3 especially, Keith really does seem to make a lot of poor leadership choices, and the writers almost seem to go out of their ways to highlight his bad judgement. But looking back after reading your posts, I feel like I might've been biased, so I was wondering if you could elaborate. What moments (particularly in season 3) convinced you that Keith has leadership potential?

It’s not season 3 that convinced me of that haha. It was mostly what I saw in season 1 and 2. But season 3 really didn’t change my mind.

Even tho at the beginning of the season Keith is a terrible leader.

And I complained non stop about Keith’s extreme reaction and odd decisions even before I saw the first two episodes, just after hearing the sdcc spoilers haha. But now after watching season 3 I understand why it had to be like that and how it all fits. No complains.

And what I feel they are trying to shows you, is not his bad leadership skills, but just his love for Shiro.

Like they weren’t kiddin when they said Shiro was the only thing that could calm him down and keep him in check haha

And I really didn’t expect Keith to fall apart like that, it seemed really out of character for him, just from what I’ve seen in Keith in seasons 1 and 2, I expected him to hurt but to step up and take command just like Shiro wanted him to.

Because he kinda always did that before… Like watch how fast he is to take control of a situation when Shiro is out of commission or a bit lost or away or even in actual danger.

Keith knows what he’s doing and he’s good at giving instructions even and knows how to command a team and knows when to hold back (Don’t forget he was the one against going to save Allura because he knew it was too risky).

And then Shiro is gone, and suddenly all that is out of the window, suddenly it’s What team? What mission? Shiro is the only thing that matters.

And I didn’t like that because of how it made Keith’s character be all about Shiro, but now that they’ve drawn this parallel between him and Zarkon (with how he betrayed everyone and basically screwed the universe for the person he loved) I’m totally fine with it because I see it’s actually going somewhere.

And “Shiro or the universe”, is something I saw them going for already, just didn’t expect them to put so much focus on it and so early on.

Now ok, this is how I explain Keith’s shaky start as team leader there:

He doesn’t want to do this. 

That’s basically it.

You kno like when someone asks you to wash the dishes, so you wash em badly, so that they won’t ask you to do that again haha.

I’m not saying he didn’t struggle a bit with the new lion and the new position 

(although I dun remember him having any problems with the different controls when he was saving Shiro in “Across the Universe”, but because it was a quick deal I’ll leave him the benefit of a doubt..)

He’s just not really into it.

And at first I was like, he wouldn’t go that far as actually putting his teammates in danger over this, right?

But then with how emotional he’s been acting in the first two episodes all “SCREW EVERYONE IN THE UNIVERSE, SHIRO IS THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS TO ME”, I dunno if I should put it out of the equation…

Basically what I feel he’s doing in the first 3 episodes is being “Oh no look what I did!! I acted like a crazy impulsive loner and messed things up, maybe we need Shiro after all…hmm I guess we should just keep looking for him.”

And I’m saying it because of this:

Here Allura says

For Keith it seems like it’s true when it comes to Allura (as he had no problem leaving her behind in season 1) but apparently not when it comes to Shiro haha.

And Keith agrees with her there.

But look what he does on that Gas planet, Allura takes a hit and he leaves Allura behind and Lance has to yell at him to stop.

And then Allura apologizes and then Lance is like:

“We’re a team. We stick together. Isn’t that right, Keith?” 

And Keith goes:

“It’s not about the team.

We have a mission that’s more important than any one of us.

We need to find Lotor and stop him, and I plan on doing that right now.”

So I feel like in a way he just goes “Oh yeah Allura? It’s bigger than any one person? So I guess I’m just gonna leave you behind for this mission, actually I have no problem leaving any of you behind JUST LIKE YOU’RE LEAVING SHIRO BEHIND”

I think he’s kinda being passive aggressive about them forcing him to pilot the black lion haha.

Also I think he just wants to get rid of Lotor so fast not because he really wants to put an end to the Galra empire thing, because well, he didn’t care about that just awhile ago, but because he’s in the way of them looking for Shiro.

Seriously, listen to him in this scene, he sounds so fake here…

”This is all my fault. I followed him right into this trap. Everyone warned me, but I didn’t listen. I put the entire team in jeopardy.”

And Lance is just: “Yeah, you kinda did. But now we gotta fix it.”

Like yeah sure Keith, I bet he knew it was a trap from the start. (but also that it was nothing that he couldn’t get them out of easily if he wanted to)

So I think Keith tried to convince them he sucks but then he realized it’s not working and they still want him to lead, so he finally takes this seriously.

And it think you can immediately see the switch in his attitude. They form Voltron right away. He knows exactly what to do. He even says “No, we need to wait and not fight Lotor”

That seems like too fast of a character growth haha

Like what, Lance tells him one line? And suddenly he’s a good leader?

I don’t think so. I think he was just faking it so they won’t give up on Shiro.

Also notice that from that point on he doesn’t make any more stupid mistakes.

Like here, who was the one who said “Hey guys… it’s a trap!”

“Hey, Allura, maybe you should not help these guys get that rock”

And guess who didn’t listen and fucked everything up???

And then Shiro, mr “I really need to feel valuable and appreciated rn” comes back and is making stink faces at Keith for taking his position as leader (even though he totally gave it to him before) just cause he can’t face the thought of him being useless.

And again, no one listens to Keith! Even though he’s right!

Keith realizes that Lotor is probably smarter than all of them, but at this point he might not be stronger.

And they already messed up like 2 times with him and gave him an advantage.

Keith knows that if they give Lotor time to think and plan, he will most likely have the upper hand soon.

So yeah, they had to go for him at that very second, because at that point they have a ship with a teleduv and Voltron, Lotor just has some scaultrite and a ship with an inexperienced pilot in it. They had a good chance taking him down at that moment.

And yeah, I think they could have taken down the meteor ship and also got the cargo, but if they had to chose then taking down the ship would be the better choice, because it’s the more dangerous thing to let Lotor have.

Shiro is…. I dunno what he’s thinking.. But he’s obviously wrong and Allura is all “Shiro is right! Yay Shiro you perfect leader you!”

( For Allura’s defense tho Keith kinda left her to die twice already, so I understand why she has a bias for Shiro haha)

But yeah, they screwed up big time there by not listening to Keith.

And like Keith and Shiro are so different in their leading style, and they are kinda set up to complete eachother eventually.

Shiro is very team focused, and he usually strives to avoid conflict and is incredibly soft and I’d say even passive.

And as someone who thinks like Keith most of the time, it’s annoying me till no end haha. But I know the power of his way of leadership, and I know that it’s needed sometimes. So I’m not looking down on that.

Keith is the opposite of that!

Keith’s mind is “progress progress progress now now now” he sees an opportunity and he takes it, like they just learned about Lotor’s existence and Keith already has a tracker on him and is on the way to beat him up haha.

He thinks and operates so fast.

Shiro likes playing it safe. (and slow)

I kinda spoken about this before already, how Shiro is trying to survive and Keith is trying to win. And they need to balance it out or it won’t work.

Which is what’s going to happen in season 4.

Because we see Shiro being all “Our top priority is the coalition!” which is not a bad idea at all. Just not at that time.

And Keith’s like “Nooo we need to get Lotor he’s gonna fuck us all up if we don’t go after him now!!”

And guess who’s right, and guess who’s finally gonna run out of luck (hopefully) and suffer the consequences of their poor decision making?

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda having a bad day, I'm extremely sensitive to being yelled at so my question is If the boys accidentally snapped at their gf and they were sensitive too, and they take it personally, and shut the boys out because they got scared of them, what would they do?

Oh my goodness, anon, I’m sorry that you’re having a rough day. I hope it gets better soon! <3 Sorry that these are super long, but maybe they’ll make you feel a bit better! 

Leo: As tears well up in her eyes and she mouths an apology, Leo’s face goes slack. He curses at himself and then reaches out and takes her in his large arms as gently as he can. Leo tucks her head under his chin the best he can and he rests one hand on her back, drawing soothing circles in between her shoulder blades. He apologizes, multiple times, but she gives him the silent treatment. 
 Eventually they part and she leaves the lair, leaving Leo to marinate in his own thoughts. At this point he would go through stages of guilt, annoyance, guilt again, then anger, then acceptance. He didn’t mean to snap at her, he knows that she’s sensitive, but she should understand that he wouldn’t hurt her, right? (“It’s almost like she doesn’t even trust me!”) But he’s supposed to be the levelheaded one that keeps his cool, that’s the whole reason why he’s the leader. Leo stays up that night with the events of the previous day haunting him.   He would think of all the ways to try and make it up to her, and text her an apology, asking her to come back to the lair whenever she’s ready and that they’ll talk then. 
 It might take her awhile, but when they finally do meet face to face, he would be the one to show up with a list of grievances that he’d want to voice, but end up just hugging her and reassuring her that he’d never hurt her, that she’s safe, and that he promises never to raise his voice at her again.

Raph: As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wishes he could suck them right back in and then hide under a rock. She look like she touched a hot stove top the way she retracted and held her arm to her chest. He bites his lip and against his better judgement, he turns right back around and locks himself in his room. How could he recover from something like that? How could anyone? When she, his girlfriend, looked at him, someone she should be able to trust inexplicably, with fear…it broke his heart. 
  When his gf avoids him, or gives him the cold shoulder for a bit, he gets angry. How dare she act like this! He broods around the lair, he practices more, and is generally like a walking time bomb. He starts thinking up excuses for his actions, even though he knows that it’s wrong. (And he thinks she’s being childish. Yeesh.) He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that, even for a brief second, his girlfriend was scared of him.
  When he finally sucks it up and texts her, with the encouragement of local love guru Michelangelo, to come back to the lair to talk, his palms get clammy and his stomach churns. Once she arrives the tension is terribly thick, but he begs her to hear him out. Eventually as he explains, he starts crying as he reveals that he’s scared of losing her. Though it’s difficult for her, for fear of getting another volatile reaction, his girlfriend explains her side of the situation and he listens with intense focus. All is well in the end, but he’d be scared to touch her for awhile, for fear of rejection. “Do you really think I would hurt you?”

Donnie: Shit. Holy shit. He curses himself a thousand times over. He stares at her face for any sign of emotion, but regrets it when her bottom lip starts quivering on its own accord. Donatello knows that his girlfriend is hypersensitive and isn’t prone to snapping at her anyway, but today he just lost it. He knows full and damn well that that’s no excuse, and when she flinches away from his touch his stomach dropped. Suddenly all those times she asked if he’s killed come to mind and his breath hitches. Surely she couldn’t believe that….but when she hightails it to the lair’s exit, he doesn’t bother following because he already knows. Donnie puts his head in his hands and shakes his head. “What have I done?”
He goes over the probability of every outcome if he apologized in different ways, but nothing seemed high enough. Snapping at her wasn’t fair, she didn’t deserve it and he knew that, but she also wasn’t responding to any of his texts and it’s been three days. THREE. Donnie starts getting even more worried and tries to call her. 
 She responds, but not exactly how he’d like, but it’s better than nothing. When she agrees to come back to the lair to talk, he is relieved, but also nervous. Would she still be scared of him? He straightens up the lab a bit and turns off the monitors (aside from the surveillance ones) before she gets there so she won’t be overstimulated during their conversation. She shows up unimpressed, but by the end of it they’re both shedding a little tear. 

Mikey: He’s not usually one for angry outbursts, and especially not around his gf, who he knows is more sensitive than she’ll let on, but it was an accident. It should be fine, right? HA. She bites her lip to look strong, but he could see her eyes watering, and her cheeks grew hot. “Babe, I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-,” She hits him with the “No it’s fine, I get it.” Before grabbing her purse and making a beeline for the exit. He chases after her, but stops short of the door. He could still see her swiping aggressively at the tears falling down her cheeks. 
 Mikey would feel like absolute GARBAGE for the rest of the day, and then some. But this sweet boy is very in tune with his feelings and he knows that she’s gotta come around eventually, right? HA.
  After three days, Mikey begins to lose hope and chooses to take a visit to her apartment. Standing on the fire escape, he knocks on her window, using their special rhythm (two knocks followed by three knocks) He waits and watches for any movement from within, but there is none. He waits. He waits for two whole hours before an idea hits him full force. He leaves her apartment to run back down to the lair to get a secret weapon. 
  A couple hours later, armed with nothing but a retro boombox, Mikey stands once more on the fire escape. He clicks play and lifts the boombox above his head as it blares Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes. A couple of minutes pass before the blinds shift and Mikey sees a flash of her hair. Hope swells inside him when he hears the window lock click and suddenly she’s standing there with a knowing smirk, one eyebrow raised. In a dramatic event that rivals any Cusack or Hughes movie, Mikey apologizes and promises to do better in the future. 

Auston Matthews- Play with me too

Request:  i just started following XD and i have a feeling that your page is gonna be amazing! would it be alright to request and Auston Matthews imagine where he takes y/n back to Arizona with him and all the little kids (like nieces and nephews) love y/n and want y/n to play games with them?

Author’s notes: I have no idea where this went but I’m actually pretty happy with it. I hope you enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

How does everyone react to finding out mc is their soulmate? I think soulmate au(s) are really cute. So they feel each other's emotions and sometimes can hear each others thoughts.

Ooo, I’ve never written a soulmate au. Thank you for the opportunity, apprentice.

Asra: He’s terrified. Despite believing in fate, the permanent feeling of commitment scares him. He finds out immediately when you meet. He put a spell on himself to make sure no one can hear his thoughts or emotions, but yours are loud and clear. Brushing it off at first, he doesn’t bring any attention to it. If you don’t know, nothing will happen. The more you meet, the more he realizes that he made a mistake. It doesn’t matter how much he hides it, it becomes blatantly obvious how much he pays attention to how you feel. How obvious you fell in love with him, and he keeps thinking about how you still love him, even without knowing he’s your soulmates. How you know his needs, but you can’t even hear his thoughts. It just makes him love you more, and he’s terrified.

Julian: In truth, he never believed that he would have a soulmate. With his luck, he grew up thinking he was a lost cause. He really wanted one in his heart, but had come to terms that he would never be a part of someone’s destiny. At the sight of you, he just feels tears well up in his eyes and his throat closing up. When he sees you crying too, because you know exactly how he feels, he starts laughing through his tears. Running up to you, he embraces you, because he has finally found the person to give all his love to, unconditionally. He’s very eager to start a life with you, to know you, to understand why you just click. Forever a gentleman, he puts your needs before his own, and makes sure that no emotions go unresolved.

Nadia: Her goals are of more importance to her than love, as love is not a high priority. When she finds out, she is surprised and skeptical. It takes a while to convince her and have her process it, but doesn’t stir great emotions in her, nor does she hate you. In fact, it could be quite beneficial to be close to the business partner that will help her revenge quest. She spoils you more because of this, and pays close attention to your needs. However, she dislikes that you know what she is thinking, as she prefers the unpredictable aura that she exudes. Sharing emotions is taxing for the both of you, as she has to learn to feel for another, and you will have to feel emotions from her restless dreams. This bond between the two of you will follow the path of co-existing comfortably rather than passion, but slowly build up to a more romantic endeavor.

Portia: She has always imagined her soulmate. What do they look like, what are their hobbies, will they truly love her? She even thought maybe she didn’t have one, but she knows regardless that she will find love, even if she falls in love without the pretense of the “soulmate” title. But when she finds you, she is ecstatic, telling her friends about you. She intends to do everything that she dreamed of with you, and fulfill your dreams as well. Though, she is perfectly aware of her position at the castle, so she tries not to make it obvious at work. You are an important guest, and she doesn’t want to get in the way of your duty to find the murderer. Whenever it’s brought up, you feel a twinge in your heart. She says it’s not important, being very secretive while putting your feelings into focus instead. 

Muriel: He is aware of the concept of soulmates, but doesn’t particularly care about it. Actually, he never even considered having a soulmate, even though he knows about them. He is quite tight-lipped, and doesn’t show his emotions. Even if you are his soulmate, it would actually take you a long time to realize it. The way you find out is pretty funny. He gave you his coat and when you asked why, he tells you that you said that you were cold. Really, you just thought it, but he didn’t notice. You’ll slowly be able to tell what he is thinking, and he still does not comprehend that you are literally meant to be. It would be awhile before you tell him, it might be a few months in the romantic relationship, and he would just stare at you in shock. It would take some time to convince him, but he suddenly feels like this makes a lot more sense.

Lucio: When you walk into the room, he feels a sudden sense of loss. A sadness that you’ve never met when he was alive, that he wasted all his years not spending them with you. How he spent all his time with the people he had never actually loved, that you can never embrace him the way that he wants you to. Watching as you feel everything that he can’t say, that you are slowly learning the truth. He gives a bitter laugh as he watches you sob, covering you face with your hands and curling into yourself. He knows how much it hurts, but neither of you can comfort the other. He hates watching you as you feel how he died, but it’s a price he is forced to pay. He never knew that true love could be so sorrowful, not in his lifetime. He wants the one thing he can never have. He feels like he died all over again, and it kills you all the same.

- Admin Christmas

muse-multiverse  asked:

DAI companions and advisers reacting to Teen!Lavellan post trespasser getting black out drunk after finding out that the elven religion is a big ass sham built on slavery and brainwashing? Especially the andrastian companions, to whom they ask "are you happy now?" (because I am a horrible horrible person :3)

Cassandra: The question cuts her to the core, and in that moment the Seeker cannot help but remember every time that she could have supported them –encouraged their beliefs rather than questioning their faith- and she feel sick. Was she so desperate for the Chantry to be salvageable and her mentor to be avenged that she was willing to cast her own Exalted March on their lives? The answer to that frightens her, but where that might once have caused her to lash out she instead holds her peace. At this young elf’s side she has learned patience and understanding, even against her instincts. And so she does not respond to the question as they expected, but simply folds them into a stilted hug.

“Who could find happiness in the face of such pain? I am sorry for all that you suffer, and will be with you through this as you stood beside me when my own faith was shaken.”

Varric: He’s by no means a Theologian, but no one in the Inquisition is better suited to handle misplaced drunken anger. It’s not a situation that can be handled with a story about Hawke or some tale from Kirkwall though, and so the dwarf grabs a pint of his own and sits next with a tired sigh.

“I walked away from the Stone, you know. Bartrand never really did, I don’t think, but it never mattered to me. It was part of Orzammar and the whole backwards way of life they have below the surface. The Maker and the Chantry…they were sort of trappings of surfacers and so I stepped into that at first. And…shit, I don’t know if the Maker is really there or not, but I’ve also never had to stand there and have someone I trusted tell me that he’s a murdering lunatic either.” He downs some of the alcohol and pats them on the shoulder. “I’m not happy about this, Kid. No one is. But you fixed our religious shit when it was broken, so we’ll do what we can to return the favor.”

Solas: While he’s not there in the aftermath, Solas felt their despair in the crossroads. Everything the Dalish had taught them is turning to ash before their eyes, and in truth a part of him weeps for the Da’len. For one so young they showed such wisdom and understanding, and to cause pain in what they had always trusted in brings him no joy. But it was for other young elves that he had made his choices in the first place, and he must follow through for them now. And yet the sight of them in pain and crushed will haunt him for many nights to come.

Vivienne: She is not, but the question does not offend her. The young elf before her has proven to be a true friend more than once, and despite their years she has always trusted them to make the best decisions. More importantly in this particular moment is the fact then when her world was falling apart –when Bastan was dying before her and nothing she was trying was going to work- they h right there for her. Fighting dangerous animals in dragon ridden territory for a mage whose believes are in contradiction to their own. But Madame de Fer has watched them grow from a young elf more frightened by their surroundings than they wanted to admit into a confident Inquisitor learning to navigate power and political turmoil like they were born to it.

But now they need someone who isn’t so deeply involved, and she has been made of iron for far longer than they have. “I am angry, darling. Angry for you, angry for what has happened. I will stand for you in this, even if you don’t want me to right now. None of us are happy for your suffering, my dear, but we will help you to make it right.”

Blackwall: Thom Ranier once stood on the side of a road in Orlais and lost faith in all he believed in, and now –decades later and hopefully wiser- it hurts to watch the same thing happen to a younger and far more innocent person. Their pain resonates with what he had felt when Gaspard betrayed everything he had fought for, when the Gray Wardens had crumbled beneath him. Bht there was no one to catch him then—he is standing both arms ready if they stumble.

“Never happy for that, lad/lass. But here for you, when you are ready to be again.”

Sera: The resulting argument is loud and painful and full of words that neither of them mean, but when the dust has settled and the wounds have healed the fight is the best thing that can happen. They might be far more elfier than she ever wants to be, but Sera has always cared about the little people. And right now, with only one hand and no sobriety and so much pain in them Sera can only see them as someone who needs a Red Jenny at their back.

“Nobs and gods and all doesn’t matter. We’re going to fix it, yeah? We fixed the sky and we can fix this.” And when the inquisitor finally breaks down it’s on her shoulder.

Dorian:  Maker how many times has this been him? Sitting in a tavern and too drunk to think or speak anything but exactly what is burning through him in that moment. And its more than he can bear. Lavellan probably doesn’t know what is going on before he is hugging them tight. He can’t stand to see them hurt, and quite honestly his faith has never been a huge part of his life. But he knows that they are hurting, and for the teen who has been strong enough to stand before Orlesians and Fereldens and Magister Halward fucking Pavus Dorian can find some strength to stand for them.

“Happy? No. But I am here for you, and whatever you need. You are so strong, and I am sure you can do this. I know you can.”

Iron Bull: He’s lucky enough to be spared the pained questions, but that means that all he is left with is grief. And if he has lost the Qun then Bull is right there. He knows exactly how he feels, exactly how it feels to have everything you believe destroyed through what you care about. And he would never trade the Chargers, he’s made that choice and will gladly live with it. But they are so young and so shaken, and all he wants to do is wrap them up like the Tamassran he truly is and take care of them.

“Easy, imekari. We can’t fix this right now, we can’t make this better. But we will.” And his bg hands are gentle as they rest on their shoulder, very subtly pushing the alcohol away.

Cole: “So much hurting and everything is gone, why would he do this why why why.” The pain is so much, and Cole doesn’t know how to stop it. But he sits with them and after awhile that’s enough.

Josephine: She just wants to hold them. Oh how many times has she said, out loud, that she thinks they are the Herald of Andraste or that it would be easier if they were the herald of Andraste? How many times has she not dismissed their beliefs, but simply forgot about them in the face of her other duties. They are younger than Yvette but already so burdened with responsibility and she could have been helping instead of making it worse.

She probably doesn’t say much and might have to leave to hide her ters, but the next morning the Inquisitor wakes up in a darkened room with everything needed for a hang over and a letter in Josephine’s hand outlying the first political steps needed to stop Solas and the promise of her total support.

Leliana: Its a hard question for the most Andrastian spy master who ever walked the earth. If she still truly believes that the Maker spoke to her during the Blight then she is, in a way, even more sympathetic to them. She knows what it is to face your gods and come out changed from it. And they are so young, younger even than the warden was. Her protective instincts are in full force, and it comes out in her answer.

“I am happy you came back. I am happy we have the chance to protect you now, when we couldn’t afford to before. I am so happy that you are safe. The rest can be fixed.”

Cullen: Maker’s breath where does he even start? How many times did he cry out to the Maker, to Andraste, to anyone he thought would hear him in Kinloch. For a long time he thought no one answered, though later he was able to accept that the Warden was very likely an answer to those. But while most Andrastians are raised from birth to believe that the Maker has turned his face from them he knows that the Dalish have different beliefs. And finding out that your gods are actually evil rather than locked away but general caring can’t be easy. Still…

“Happy that you aren’t actually the Herald of Andraste? Actually yes.” At their incredulous look he reddens and rubs his neck awkwardly. “It’s such a burden for one so young, and we know you don’t believe, so this means that you can finally just go back to beig you and have as normal a life as is–”

At that point the inquisitor is probably just holding onto them and blubbering because they haven’t had anyone really encourage them to give up the role, so he just awkwardly pats them on the back and starts to lead them to the door.

–Mod Fereldone

Fenced In (Part 13)

Chanyeol/Baekhyun x Reader College AU

Rated: M for Smut

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, College AU

Author’s Note: The people have spoken! I know its really short but I am so busy and I’ve had some writer’s block and the next update is gonna be longer I promise!!! ;A; Also I love this gif just saying. Ok bye~~

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Deja vu coursed through your veins like electricity, keeping you from feeling at ease as you sat opposite your best friend. It was the same diner as the other day, the same table, the same rhythmic tapping of her nails, the same low hum of chatter. Different sinking feeling in your stomach. 

The clicking of Hani’s nails stopped abruptly, its absence extracting you from your dazed thoughts.

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Meeting Kevin Tran and Closing the Gates of Hell

Long Lost Sister Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go smoothly. The series follows the brothers as they struggle to connect with their new sister and the trials of being a Winchester.

A/n- With this chapter the series is going to start following along the show plot. It picks up at season eight episode 14, Trial and Error.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

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Y/n huffed as she hurried up the boat stairs behind her brothers. Some guy named Kevin had called and Sam and Dean gave up their recent no hunting rule to go check it out. They’d only gone up a flight of stairs and Y/n was already out of breath. It’d been awhile since her brothers let her go on a hunt. She was recovering nicely from her recent injury, but the Winchester Brothers weren’t taking any chances. Guess this Kevin guy must be really important if they were bringing her along.

The three siblings quickly and quietly crept onto the boat, guns raised.

“Kevin, it’s us,” Sam called as they moved further into the boat. Y/n looked around, the place was a mess. Books and papers everywhere, mostly covered in writing she couldn’t understand. Thumping came from the next room and the trio raised their guns again, moving toward the closed door. Y/n didn’t miss how her brothers moved slightly so they were positioned in front of her. Figures.

Dean swung the door open and the sound of vomiting filled the room.

“Gross,” Y/n muttered under her breath. They guided the man previously hunched over the toilet to the table in the next room. This must be Kevin, Y/n though. Dean insisted Y/n also sit even though she rolled her eyes and insisted she was fine.

“Are you sleeping?” Sam asked the other man concerned.

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The Audiobook

I saw this post and then this happened…

Summary: Timmy finally sits down to listen to the audiobook and he’s lost to memories of their summer in Italy. A lot of angst ensues and he ends up calling Armie and crying. Angst, people, angst. And Armie’s voice sparking memories of their time filming. That’s all you need to know.

Shout out to @adhoori and @timotheetea for their feedback! 

also tagging timelosserscmbynobsession and  holdmebyyourgaze bc they requested it

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A part of me regrets pushing play as soon as my finger lingers over the button, almost as if to stop it before his voice booms in my ears and I’m lost in memories…

When he told me he’d been asked to do the audiobook, I was a little confused- shouldn’t I read it if anything? But the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. No one would listen to it if I did the audiobook, at least with Armie there’s some name recognition, I’d tell myself. His voice was better anyway.

He’d call me after recording and we’d talk about Elio, in a weird sort of dreamlike occurrence where Elio was more like a common friend than an identity I took on for an entire summer. An identity that I still dreamt in, and couldn’t shake on rainy days where my todays echoed our yesterdays when we filmed indoors. “It’s just so crazy,” he’d say. Or, “You got this guy so well, you know that? You’re incredible.” Or, a personal favorite, “I miss it. Everyday. I read these lines and it’s like I’m back there, you know?” Or even the times when he’d call and ask me to talk him through a scene. Those were the calls I’d get in the middle of the day, during his breaks. Those were the hardest.

It took just under a week for him to record but it felt like an eternity, which was only heightened by the conversations that didn’t end when the recording finished. It was like the audiobook had reopened the wound I’d sewn shut on the plane back to America over a year ago, and the floodgates opened once more.

We’d been doing fine, honestly. It was weird at first, for sure, trying to adjust to life in New York. I was depressed, God for a long time I just fucking hated everything. Even talking to him, it was like a punch in the gut and sometimes we’d just sit in silence on the phone, united in our mutual distaste for the summer ending, his breathing mingling with mine until I could close my eyes and pretend it was still summer, that the cold months hadn’t reached us yet and the only thing separating my lips from his were the words, want to practice? There was something there, in Crema, that we’d talked about in Italy but could never really bring ourselves to completely express after. The magnetic draw between us had never faded, but there was an unspoken agreement that what had happened was the past, that it was acting. “Maybe more,” he’d said one night, drunk off his ass when he visited me in New York. My heart had stopped then, but when I awoke the next morning, his arm over my still clothed body, I wondered if it had been a vodka induced memory instead of a real one. I had those a lot in the beginning, dreams that felt like memories. Maybe they were, maybe the lines between sleep and reality were just as blurred for Armie and I as the lines between our characters and ourselves. Maybe all those moments in Crema when he’d lean over and play bite my shoulder, or I’d jump on his back…maybe those were just dreams. Maybe his lips against my throat was just a dream, his hot breath a mirage created by the heat that surrounded us. Maybe I was still dreaming. Maybe none of it meant anything after all.

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Moments. Chapter 2: Together

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Prompt: future fic: how Sana and Yousef really get together… hope you decide to write it!


Chapter 2: Together

-x-

She arrived at 4pm sharp. He was already there, sitting on the same place where they had talked a few weeks ago. As soon as he saw her, he stood up, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. Sana approached him with a serious expression. Yes, she knew now the truth, she knew he liked her –at least that’s what Noora said- she knew why the kissed had happened, she knew that he wasn’t with Noora. But that didn’t erase the fact that she had been suffering almost three weeks about that, it didn’t erase the fact that even though he liked her, he had kissed another girl instead of talking to her. So Sana thought that would allow her to make that boy suffer a little bit while having fun about it.

“Hey, thank you for coming” Yousef said

He looked like he was about to do the most important job interview of his life. Sana almost felt bad for him and she hadn’t even opened her mouth yet.

“Sure”

“Should we sit?” Yousef asked

“Don’t think that’s necessary”

“I have to tell you something important, it might take awhile”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything. I already know” Sana said

You…know? What, what exactly do you know?” he stuttered

“I know about Noora” she said crossing her arms on her chest

Yousef widened his eyes in surprise, he wasn’t expecting that.

“Did she tell you?”

“She didn’t have to. I saw you.”

“What?” Yousef felt his heart pounding on his chest

“I saw you kissing Noora”

“Sana, I can explain”

“You don’t have to explain anything. I saw you kissing Noora and I also know you met her on Sunday, I heard Adam and Mikael talking about it”

“What? No, no, you got it all wrong”

“You think I’m stupid?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow

“Of course not, but you misunderstood it”

“So you do think I’m stupid, great”

“I don’t think you’re stupid Sana. I just need you to let me explain what happened”

“So now you’re saying that I don’t let you talk, wow”

“No, this is all coming out wrong” Yousef said brushing his hair with his fingers, a nervous manner he had.

“I’m telling you, Yousef, you don’t have to explain anything to me”

“I do, I do have to explain it to you. Just give me a chance”

“I already know what I need to know”

“Sana please…”

“Yousef, I know everything and nothing you say is going to change my mind”

“Just hear my version, please, that’s all I’m asking” he said almost begging

Sana looked at him, he really looked like he was suffering. As much as she was enjoying the moment she thought maybe it was time to give him a rest.

“I already know that. I know that you kissed Noora because you thought I didn’t like you. I know you stopped the kiss because you didn’t feel anything about it. I know you met Noora on Sunday so you could tell her that you don’t like her. And I know you told her you like me”

Yousef took a time to process all the information. He stood there, his mouth slightly opened, blinking really fast repeating all the conversation on his head.

“What?” he whispered

Sana’s lip slowly curved into a big smile that ended with her laughing.

Fy faen, Sana!” he said covering his face with his hands making her laugh even harder “I thought you were pissed at me, why would you do that?”

“I just wanted to make you suffer a little bit” she said shrugging

“You’re so mean” he said shaking his head but smiling a lot more relieved.

“Hey, I’ve spent three weeks crying, you’ve only suffered like 5 minutes. I think it’s fair”

Yousef’s face dropped

“You’ve been crying?” he asked “because of me?”

“It wasn’t just because of you, don’t get too cocky” she joked

“Sana, I’m serious”

“So am I, but that doesn’t mean we have to keep a straight face right now. Yes, I’ve been crying but now I’m laughing, isn’t it nice?”

“It is. But I hate myself for making you suffer”

“Hey, like I said, it wasn’t just about you” she said taking a step closer.

“So Noora told you I like you…” Yousef said slightly blushing

“Is it true?” Sana asked hesitantly

“You really need to ask?”

“I don’t want to make assumptions anymore, I want to hear it from you”

“Okay, I, Yousef Acar, declare that I like you, Sana Bakkoush” he said solemnly

Sana shook her head and rolled her eyes

“Wow, I tell you I like you and that’s your answer? Harsh”

“That was my answer at you being such a dork. My answer at you liking me is this: I like you too, Yousef”

“Really?” he said raising an eyebrow

You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

He just smiled and shrugged while Sana rolled her eyes again and sighed.

“I, Sana Bakkoush, declare that I like you, Yousef Dork Acar” she said with a smug smile

“Good enough” he said laughing

They both stared at each other while smiling, it was their specialty.

“So…what does this mean?” Sana dared to asked

“What do you want it to mean?”

“Really?” she asked glaring at him

“Okay, I’ll start. I want to be with you Sana, like properly be with you.” He said taking a step closer

“You mean like….”

“I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” Sana said nodding

“Sounds cool?” he said shaking his head, that girl was going to be the end of him.

“Yeah, I’d like to be with you” Sana said

“You mean like…” he imitated her

“Yes, I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” he nodded

“Two things though” Sana warned

“Go ahead”

“First, you have to promise that we won’t make assumptions anymore, that we will talk to each other before reacting. If we don’t do that I don’t think this is going to work”

“I promise and I totally agree. What’s the second one?”

“We can’t tell anybody yet. Not until we know for sure that this…us…is going to work. I don’t want to add more pressure than we already have”

“Okay, okay, I get it. We’ll tell them whenever you’re ready”

Sana nodded, there was still one more thing she wanted to tell him, one thing that may scared him away.

“Yousef…there’s one more thing” she said looking at the floor “I’m not…I’m not like other girls…there’s stuff…there are certain things that I don’t…that I won’t do…I mean…”

“Hey, hey, hey. Sana look at me” Yousef said understanding what she was referring to. “Sana please look at me”

She took a deep breath and looked at his eyes feeling her heart beating faster and faster.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not here because of that stuff. All I want is to be with you, spend time with you, talk to you. You’ll be the one putting the limits and I’ll respect them, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable”

“And what if…?” she said but didn’t end the sentence. What if he got tired of her?

“It won’t happen. I promise you.” He said slowly while looking at her eyes making sure she’d understand it.

“Okay” she whispered

“Yeah?”

Yes”

-x-

Hope you’ve liked it 

Thanks for reading♥

That One Night H.S.

So I was going to do this all in one, but it was kind of long, so I’ll be posting Part 2 soon!

*You meet Harry and have a one night stand. You get pregnant and he doesn’t know, but five months later he sees you and your pregnant belly.


Soft snores came from beside you as you sat up and looked for your shirt. The room was dark making it difficult to see, but you found your button down by the door. You held it up and frowned; over half of the buttons were ripped off. Sighing, you threw it back on the ground and grabbed Harry’s shirt that was next to it, pulling it over your head. Once you had your shorts on, you grabbed your phone and keys and snuck out of the room, breathing a sigh of relief once you made it into the bright hallway.

It only took about fifteen minutes to get to your apartment, but you were exhausted the moment you saw your bed. Falling face first onto your mattress you let sleep come over you.


You pulled a shirt over your head, staring down at your five month pregnant belly peaking out of your shirt. Your belly finally popped two weeks ago and now nothing fit you right. Thankfully, your best friend, Liza, was going to go shopping with you for new clothes. You sat on your couch thinking back to the moment you found out.

Harry had left the next day after their concert and only a couple of weeks later you were sitting on the edge of your bathtub with Liza staring at the multiple pregnancy tests with two lines. At the time, you felt like your world was falling apart. Your apartment wasn’t that big and you were working and going to school full-time. You didn’t have room for a baby in your life and that terrified you. Thankfully, your parents had been very supportive, so at least you didn’t feel alone. As much as you wanted to tell Harry, you didn’t have his number or any way to contact him, and part of you was thankful. You didn’t know if you could handle the stress of all the fans on top of how much your life was changing, so you let it be.

Your phone chimed, bringing your mind back to the present. Liza was outside waiting for you, so you made your way down the stairs and into her car. She liked to listen to One Direction just to annoy you, and that’s exactly what was playing when you opened the door. After the two of you had been driving she spoke.

“So, did you hear that they’re back in town today? They’re going to be here for three days,” she told you, but you already knew that. Though you wouldn’t admit it, stalking Harry had become a way to pass the time when you weren’t working. You also had contemplated buying a ticket, but they were sold out the minute the announced the reunion. 

“Yeah? So what?” You shrugged and looked at the store while Liza found a parking spot close to the front. You didn’t want to think about it. Truth is, you were afraid of telling him. You had no idea how he would react. You’d like to imagine he’d be excited and drop everything to help, but you tried to be realistic. He had a career that caused him to be away for months on end, and why would he want to give up One Direction for a baby he didn’t even want.

“So? Are you going to try to find him? He needs to know, Y/N.”

“He doesn’t. He’s a big rockstar, and I don’t need him or his money to take care of my baby,” you denied, while grabbing a cart. The two of you walked towards the maternity section and began picking out clothes. This wasn’t you at all. You liked to wear crop tops and booty shorts, not big stretchy bras and pants with elastic at the top.

“It’s not just your baby though. I could understand when you thought you’d never see him again, but now he’s here. He’s literally somewhere in town. You can’t just ignore it.”

The argument when back in forth for awhile while you finished shopping. Once you were done, Liza waited for you to pay and then the two of you left, deciding to stop somewhere to eat.

You were about halfway through your burger when a bunch of screaming came from outside the store. Dread filled you as you recognized the sound. You turned to face the doorway to see Harry and Liam walking inside the restaurant, waiting for the hostess to seat them. You sunk down in your booth and hoped that they wouldn’t notice you, but as fate would have it, they were seated in the booth in front of you.

Harry hadn’t noticed you yet and you debated running out of the restaurant, but Liza refused because ’she wanted to finish her steak’. She smirked at your disdain as you drank your water to the point nothing left was coming up the straw. The noise caught Harry’s attention and he looked at you. You hoped he wouldn’t recognize you, but of course that wouldn’t happen. He grinned when he saw you and motioned for Liam to look as well.

“Hey! Y/N! It’s so great to see you!” Liam said, speaking across the booth. Liza was still slightly awestruck due to the fact that she had never actually met either of them and that she always had some sort of crush on Liam, but she played it off cooly.

“Hi, I’m Liza,” she greeted, reaching behind her to shake Liam’s hand. He smiled greeted her back as did Harry, before focusing back on you.

“Hey, Y/N. How long has it been?” he asked, as if you hadn’t been running through his mind since the moment he woke up alone.

“Um, I’m not sure. Like five months?” You posed it like a question, like you didn’t have a very obvious way to keep track of the time. You began picking apart your bun, nervous for what might happen. There wasn’t an obvious way around him finding out, and somehow, a public restaurant didn’t seem like the best scene to have this kind of conversation. To top it all off, you had bought a nice loose-fitting dress that would’ve somewhat hid your bump, but it was currently in one of the bags in Liza’s car. You were still in your tight shirt that barely covered your stomach.

“Wow, long time,” he said, smiling at you. The little growing baby in your stomach decided to give a strong little kick and began rolling around. Maybe it was due to your heart racing now that you were near Harry, but either way, it really made you have to pee. It felt like the fates were kicking you while you were down and nothing could go your way.

Seriously. This city was huge and it just so happened that the one guy you wanted to avoid walked into the same restaurant you were at, sat in the booth in front of you, and now your baby had to make a scene. “I have to pee,” you grumbled, standing up and facing the bathroom. You knew Harry’s eyes must’ve been on your rather prominent stomach, but you kept walking. Your face was red and you let out a shaky breath once you made it to the bathroom, leaning back against the wall.

You stared into the mirror and looked at your belly. Your shirt had risen up, again, and the small purple stretch marks were beginning to form at your pants line. After taking a breather, you went to the bathroom and washed your hands, staring at your reflection for a moment before walking out of the bathroom.

Harry was standing right next to the door and cornered you. “Y/N. We need to talk.”


So there it is! Hope you guys like it and I’ll be posting Part 2 soon!

Part TWO

Masterlist

end-up-well  asked:

Bandaging each other's wounds - Royai because I shipp it so hard

The mission had…not gone quite as expected. They had, in fact, been forced to retreat. So, Riza and Roy had gone to a small safe house in the woods while Fuery and Falman went to another in a different area of town, and the same with Havoc and Breda. Though, Riza had a sneaking suspicion that Havoc’s ‘safe house’ would end up being Rebecca’s apartment. No matter - she and Roy were stuck in the woods in a building that barely deserved to be called a shack, let alone a house. And they both had injuries. Luckily, the safe shack was outfitted with the first aid necessities required for them to be bandaged up.

Currently, Roy was sitting in the bathroom, looking at his lightly bloody arm with displeasure while Riza pulled out gauze and antiseptic. “I can’t believe that the mission went this poorly,” he grumbled. “When was the last time we had a mission go THIS poorly?!”

“June of ‘11, sir,” Riza replied, gently applying antiseptic to the cut on his bicep. “During the botched warehouse raid.” 

Roy grimaced a little at the light sting of the medication on his arm, but tried not to show it. “Of course you remember my failures,” he chuckled a little, trying to mask the pain.

“It’s part of my job to remember.” she commented. Which was true. Someone had to keep the facts of each mission in their head, even when they were unpleasant. And to be honest, the warehouse raid hadn’t been the Colonel’s fault. The intel they had been given was shoddy. They had acted only on what they had known.

“Well, at least it’s been awhile,” he replied, hissing just a little as she added fresh antiseptic. Riza frowned.

“Sorry about that,” she said, her brown eyes looking at his face. “Necessary evil.” 

Roy looked into her eyes and smiled, albeit weakly.  “It’s alright.” He could handle that pain if it meant keeping her close.

Riza replaced the cap on the antiseptic bottle and grabbed the gauze, beginning to wrap it tightly around his arm. She was glad that they had managed to get away with as light injuries as they did. If it was going to go poorly, at least they were all alive. Tomorrow was another day.

Roy watched her hands work, deftly wrapping the wound. As he watched, he noticed blood on her arm and reached out, pausing her actions. “Are you still bleeding?” he asked. 

She looked down and frowned, then pulled her jacket off. Her forearm was covered in blood from a long gash that had been placed there during the fight. “Oh,” she replied. “I guess I am.”

Roy jumped up when he saw the blood and the gash, nearly yelping. “What the hell, Riza?!” Damnit, here she was attending to his glorified scrape while her arm potentially needed stitches. “Sit down, let me take care of this!” he barked at her. 

Riza glared and tied off the bandage on his arm, a little more harshly than she might have normally. “I’m perfectly fine, sir, it’s just a cut-”

“A cut that is still bleeding!” He jumped off the seat and ushered her onto it, despite her protests. He grabbed a towel and gently began wiping away some of the blood. On closer inspection, the cut wasn’t too terribly deep, and really wasn’t bleeding as badly as he thought it had been. It was just…a lot more blood than he had been expecting to see on his adjutant.

“See?” Riza said with the air of someone being inconvenienced. “I’m perfectly fine.” 

Roy narrowed his eyes at her. “Hush and let me take care of you.” He looked into her whiskey colored eyes. “For once.”

She sighed softly and nodded, letting him continue to administer aid to her arm. It hurt a bit more now that she was paying attention to it. She had been so focused on taking care of him that she hadn’t stopped to examine her own injuries. As he cleaned the wound, Riza thought for a moment, then spoke.

“You called me Riza.”

Roy didn’t respond for a moment, still focused on her gash. When he finally did, it was with a resigned air. “Yes, I did.” It had been in the moment, the surprise of seeing the blood, seeing her wounded.

“You’re not supposed to do that,” she responded. She was doing the thing, the thing he hated. The thing where she was feeling emotional, so she removed all emotion from her voice. He hated that. He sighed, not looking at her.

“I know I’m not. I know. It’s just, I was surprised, you were bleeding…”

“No,” she cut him off. “You can’t do it. You can’t call me Riza. I know we’re alone, I know it was an automatic reaction. But it can’t happen. What if you had noticed on the field, in front of the men? Would you have said Riza? Hawkeye? Lieutenant?” She hated scolding him, but this was important. “We can’t falter. We chose this. We don’t get to pick and choose when we follow the rules and when we don’t.” Following the rules was what had gotten them into this mess in the first place.

“I think that’s exactly what we get to do,” he said, but she shook her head. 

“Not on this. I can’t be Riza to you. In every situation, we have to be professional. Whether it’s in the office, on the field, or bandaging wounds.” She reached out and took his chin in her hand, tilting his face to look at her. “Please tell me you understand.”

Roy sighed. He hated this. He hated it. But she was right. It was their choice. “I understand.” He moved his head away from her hand. “You’re being a hypocrite by touching me like that,” he commented. She gave him a wry smile.

“Good point. I have to work on it, too. We’re both guilty.” Guilty of so many things. Crimes against the world, against the military, and against their own hearts. She sighed softly. “Just…no matter what. You can’t call me Riza.” 

Roy nodded, wrapping gauze around her forearm. He thought for a moment. “I won’t call you Riza. I promise, Lieutenant.”

“Thank you, sir.”

—–

The blood was pooling from her neck, she was being dragged onto the transmutation circle. The love of his life was dying right in front of his eyes, the man with the gold tooth was speaking, and for some reason the only thing that Roy could think in that moment was her own words, from a conversation a long time ago. 

“You can’t call me Riza,” she said, as his mind flashed back to that shoddy bathroom.

“Lieutenant!!!” his voice screamed. “RIZA!!!!” his heart screamed even louder.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

anonymous asked:

RFA+Unknown+V if they meet MC and find out she's a single mother

I HAD TO REWRITE THIS BECAUSE MY CAT PRESSED A BUTTON THAT REFRESHED MY TUMBLR AND I LOST EVERYTHING NDBSHDFGIDSFVIUSGF

anyways i got another request asking for a MC who was pregnant while they met so im making amix of both because theyre so similar requests

*NOTE*: I had to stray away from the secret endings when I wrote for him so pls don’t hate me


Yoosung

- he isn’t exactly ready to be a father mainly because he’s still in college and addicted to games

- super nervous about meeting your son despite the fact he’s still a toddler, only being three years old

- your son is your own flesh and blood and he knows you’d choose him over any man out there who you think might not be a good enough father role for him. Yoosung is no exception for this and he knows it, which is also why he is ,understandably , nervous

- you have to comfort him and tell him you think he would make the perfect father for Ryun (your son) and that you’re certain he’ll love him

- Yoosung is a nervous wreck when the day comes when he’s supposed to meet Ryun

- he has no idea if he’s supposed to bring the boy some kind of gift or not. Its been a while since he had been three years old and he has no idea what toddlers like

- he decides to bring Ryun his favorite figurine of his favorite LOLOL character and he makes his way to the park where you two are supposed to meet

- Ryun absolutely adores Yoosung which makes both you and Yoosung ecstatic

- he’s now constantly asking to go visit yoosung (assuming you and him haven’t moved in with eachother yet)

- he cried the first time Ryun called him dad

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You’re My Family

Pairing: Jonathan x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of death, Loss of loved one, Misguided reader, Father abandonment.

Words: 2,783

A/n: I have no idea what inspired me to write this… But oh well. SO nothing actually happens but it’s fluff galore and slight angst so I hope it suffices :)

Summary: You and Jonathan used to be friends, but after a rough spot in your life, you go running back to him.


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