ears ready to listen

Mila and Yuri HC’s (platonic)

Despite it all, Mila is definitely Yuri’s family during the times where he cannot go home to his grandpa. 

She’s the one who drops in on him with takeout on the days she knows he’s too tired from practice to eat. 

She’s the one who ices his wounds and buys him aspirin

She’s the one who buys him cool souvenirs when she travels places for photoshoots/interviews or competitions

Although Yuri finds Mila’s teasing annoying, he misses it when she is away and tries to hide how excited he is when she comes back

Mila is one of the few people Yuri feels comfortable talking about his personal issues with because she has been a constant in his life and he trusts her.

They know everything about each other and each go to the other for advice. They’re also painfully honest with one another and they’ll speak the truth to one another even if it is hard. 

Mila was the first person who encouraged Yuri to grow out his hair because she thought it would look beautiful.

Mila tries to go to all of Yuri’s competitions. When she really can’t make it, she’ll open a beer, sit where the wifi signal is the strongest, open her laptop and cheer embarrassingly loud for Yuri.

Yuri trashes Mila a lot but will fight anyone who speaks badly of Mila. She’s his older sister only HE can complain about. 

Yuri is skeptical of all of Mila’s love interests because he’s scared that they’ll break her heart. 

Mila always calls Yuri first when a relationship doesn’t work out. Although Yuri will complain to no end, he’ll show up at her place with comfort food and ears ready to listen without fail. 

anonymous asked:

What do you think of Duke bonding with the rest of the fam immediately? Like he gets along with everyone the moment he starts living at the manor (maybe it takes more time to bond with Jason and Damian tho) and after a few years Bruce adopts him

Let’s be honest, it is high time there was another adoption in the manor. I think after even a few months of Bruce sitting over there, clutching the adoption papers under his desk in brooding silence, he might cave and ask Duke about it.

But I am so soooo on board with Duke bonding easily with everyone in the batfam. 

He and Damian already went through their little period of suspicion and came out of it getting along. Duke is like the “cool older brother figure” to Damian in many ways… even if he’s the noob and Damian is a prideful little thing, Duke is way too chill. He just doesn’t care about Damian’s little insults and haughtiness because he sees him for who he is: a kid that has had a tough childhood and really just needs to escape from it sometimes. And Duke gives him that chance to escape by taking him to the movies and trying to educate him in geek culture. 

I think Tim and Duke would become best buds in light of certain share interests. They’re both very awkward, analytical, and huge nerds. So it’s a match made in friendship/sibling heaven. Tim shows Duke the ropes, and they may or may not have attempted to re-enact the Yoda and Luke Dagobah Jedi training scene from The Empire Strikes Back. (Tim’s Yoda voice is impressive, boy embarrassing.) 

Honestly, because Duke is so calm and just genuinely interested in people and relationships, I think he makes it easy for even the hardest people to get to know him. 

He jokes easily with Oracle over the comms. He’s not afraid to poke fun at Batman but get serious when it counts. He indulges Dick’s need to be a drama queen and complain about stuff, listening with a ready ear and even putting up with his terrible puns. He and Cass exchange high-fives whenever they meet, and have made a secret handshake. Steph and he have waffle-eating competitions. Alfred and he play chess and other word games together every Wednesday night. Jason and he race each other on their bikes… (and maybe team-up and get into fights with jerks). 

I’m just absolutely here for Duke being integrated into the batfam and their family life. I’m here for Duke Thomas becoming Duke Thomas-Wayne. Because it is way past time.  

Prince 💋🎶

When Andrew Lincoln says Prince is his favorite music artist that says so much about him…think about it………. Darling Nicky….“I knew a girl named Nikki, I guess U could say she was a sex fiend/I met her in a hotel lobby, masturbating with a magazine” Eh, that’s not too nasty…but now➡️➡️➡️ Let’s Pretend We’re Married…“Look here, Marsha, I’m not saying this just 2 be nasty/I sincerely wanna f**k the taste out of your mouth” Just.think.about.that.💭💭💭 and that’s just what my non-existent memory and a Google search could find…go lookup some Prince lyrics and imagine Andy listening to that in those ear buds getting ready for a Richonne scene…yeah I think we know what that something else was…

Originally posted by erinjustyceforall

“I figured out that I’m better off not explaining how and why I do the things that I do. If people can only read the surface of what you are, and that’s all they want to see, let them see just what they need to see. Everything more is just something to keep and share only with the people that desire and are ready to receive that information. Words wasted on ears that do not listen and eyes that do not see are just seeds thrown on rocky ground. Prepare your ground first and then ask for the seeds.” 

Naegiri Fanfic Prompt - Headphones

Person 1 gets mad at Person 2 because they think 2 is ignoring them, but 2 is just wearing noise cancelling headphones.

“What do you think sounds good for dinner tonight?” Kyoko asked, leaning on the island in their kitchen.

Makoto Naegi was sitting on the couch in the adjoining living room, staring down at a tablet PC. From where Kyoko was standing, she could only tell that he was playing some sort of game involving brightly colored gemstones of some kind. She could see the right side of his face from her location.

When he didn’t answer, Kyoko smiled at him in amusement. “Earth to Naegi,” she called out, raising her voice slightly louder this time. “Can you hear me, or are you distracted by shiny objects?”

Makoto continued tapping the jewels on his screen without so much as a glance in her direction.

Kyoko frowned in irritation. “Really? You’re giving me the silent treatment?” She sighed in exasperation. “How very adult of you.”

Over on the couch, Makoto scratched the back of his head with his left hand, then returned both hands to his game.

“You know, my grandfather used to do this to me,” she told him. “Not Fuhito — my maternal grandfather.” Kyoko narrowed her eyes at the man on the couch. “It used to make me so angry that I started grinding my teeth. So please, spare my dental work and tell me what’s on your mind.”

Makoto closed his eyes for a second and leaned his head to the left, stretching his neck with a subtle pop. As soon as he felt the release, he moved his head back into its upright position again.

“Is this related to the dog conversation?” Kyoko prodded, undeterred. She folded her arms. “You do realize that it’s not my fault that I’m allergic, right?”

Makoto scowled at the screen in front of him.

“Is that all the response I’m going to get?” Kyoko asked, her volume growing.

Makoto’s expression quickly transformed into a confident smirk, but he still kept his eyes locked on the tablet.

“Seriously?Kyoko huffed. “You’re acting like a child right now.”

She walked around the kitchen’s island and headed towards the couch with a determined glare on her face, ready to confront him head-on.

Before she could get in front of him, Makoto glanced over to see her approaching and smiled sincerely, then looked back at the tablet so he could pause something.

“Kyoko, you’ve gotta try these!” he said happily as he looked back to her. He reached his right hand towards the nearest ear, pulling out a translucent earbud.

Kyoko froze in place just a few steps away. Her mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

“The ninth division found these when they were looking for useful tech in the Towa buildings,” Makoto explained with excitement. “They’re wireless and practically invisible, but they cancel out sound like one of those big earmuff sets! I feel like I’m in the middle of a live concert with-“

He cut himself off when he saw Kyoko blushing in embarassment. “Um, did I… say something… dirty?” he asked nervously.

Kyoko blinked at him once. “Ahh,“ she began uncertainly. Then she blinked again. “I mean, no,” she finally responded. “You’re… that is, everything’s fine, Makoto.”

Makoto jumped up and stepped over to her, putting his hands on her hips. “You’re gorgeous when you’re flustered,” he cooed happily. “But… why are you flustered?”

“I can’t imagine,” Kyoko fibbed, allowing a small sheepish grin to play across her lips.

Makoto reached up with his right hand and lovingly brushed her lavender hair behind her left ear.

“Then… are you ready to listen to something?” he asked, still smiling at her. He held up the translucent earbud in his right hand.

“Okay,” she answered. “I’m ready.” Kyoko closed her eyes expectantly, still smiling a little to herself over her own foolishness.

Makoto pulled Kyoko up against him and leaned his head forward. Then, he gently blew warm air into her left ear. She inhaled sharply as she felt the air on the back of her neck standing on end and a pleasant shock traveling down her spine.

Kyoko shuddered and grinned broadly. “Not what I expected,” she whispered to him, clearly pleased.

“Sorry,” Makoto whispered back insincerely. “Couldn’t resist.”

ML Angst Week: Day 3: Family / Friends

Sabine sighed as she closed the trapdoor to her daughter’s room behind her. Her heart squeezed painfully in her chest, as yet another lie was bared before her eyes.

“I’m tired, going to bed mama. I have a full day ahead of me tomorrow,” Marinette had said, kissing her mother’s cheek and disappearing upstairs, as she did every single night.

And as she did every single night, her mother had followed her minutes later to check up on her daughter.

Honestly, Sabine didn’t know what she had been expecting when she had climbed those dreaded stairs, but in all honesty, she shouldn’t surprised.

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James Potter Imagine 1

Originally posted by chasingxprongs

alright there weren’t really any specifics so imma just… write!

a/n: my patronus is a grizzly bear so I used that, but you can insert yours if you wish!

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You felt something collide with you and milliseconds later, found yourself laying on the ground groaning in pain.

“Bloody hell, James!” You heard a boy shout, “There’s a new hot girl and your gonna kill her on her first day?”

You looked up at the black haired boy that seemed to being scolding his friend, a pale boy with round glasses and messy hair. 

He grimaced, “Oops.”

You rolled your eyes and got up, scoffing, “Yeah, ‘oops.’”

He gave you a grin, “Well, you’re fine, right? Besides, nothing wrong with bumping into the hottest Gryffindor.”

“Yeah, I don’t know what the hell a ‘Gryffindoof’ is, but if your the hottest one I can’t even begin to imagine how hideous the others are.”

“Gryffindor,” James corrected, “And nice one.”

You gave a short laugh, “You act like I wasn’t genuinely trying to insult you.”

“You were?”

“Why is that such a shock? You seem irritable enough.”

The other boy with curly black hair who had been silently laughing, was now in hysterics, “Mate, just drop it before she punches you.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you had made the other one laugh. 

He collected himself before holding out a hand to you, shoving a still-in-shock James to the side, “Sirius, charming, and you are?”

“Y/n, charmed, of course.”

“American, are we?”

“It seems so. Is that good or bad?”

“Surprising. But kind of hot.”

You laughed, “Thanks. I just moved from the American school.” 

“The Americans have a school as well? What do you think of that James?”

He turned and slapped his friend on the back, who had the same smirk from before back on his face, “I didn’t think there were any American wizards, to be honest.”

You laughed and gave a confused look, “What, you just thought they were all British?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“Alright, well I should probably find a place to sit, so-”

“Sit with us!” James shouted, causing you to almost jump, “I- uh I mean, like, you can sit with us, i-if you want to. Yeah.”

You raised your eyebrow as Sirius patted James’s shoulder, “Very smooth,” then he turned to you, “Come on.”

He led the way to the compartment where he walked in and sat next to a tall boy with several scars on his face and another short, rather plump one. You were stuck sitting on the other side with that conceded know-it-all James. 

“This is Moony,” Sirius said, pointing the the taller boy, “and Wormtail,” he added, gesturing to the shorter one.

The taller boy rolled his eyes at Sirius before extending his hand to you, “Actually, the name’s Remus, and that’s Peter.”

You shook Remus hand and waved to Peter, who gave a small smile before turning to look out the window.

“So,” Remus said, “Are you new? Kind of odd for someone new to show up in fifth year.”

“Yeah, actually I just moved from America-”

“Moony, she’s American!” Sirius whispered to Remus excitedly.

Remus sighed and smiled, “Yeah, I got that, thanks.”

“Yeah, well, I moved here to Hogwarts sent me a letter, I guess they do that to all the wizard citizens of the UK.”

“Yeah. What house do you think you’ll be in?”

“Oh, is that what James was bragging about earlier?”

Remus laughed, “That wouldn’t surprise me.”

“You know,” James sassily added, “I wasn’t bragging.”

“Yeah right,” you shot back, “you may as well have covered yourself in glitter and got a sign that said, ‘I’m Conceded!’”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Well you may as well have… have…”

“Ha! You can’t even think of anything!”

“Well that doesn’t even matter because you’re annoying!”

“Oh, wow,” you said sarcastically, “Nice one, I’m crushed.”

“Oh, shut up!”

“You shut up!”

“No, you shut-”

“Can you both shut up?” Sirius interrupted, falling to hide his laugher. 

Remus smirked at Sirius and then back and forth between you and James knowingly.

“You see it, don’t you?” He commented to Sirius.

“Of course! I’m not bloody blind!”

“See what?” James asked with his arms crossed. 

“Oh, nothing….” Sirius grinned. 

“What?” you pressed on.

“It’s really nothing,” Remus added with a smirk.

“It’s obviously some-”

The train came to a stop and you became air born, landing sprawled across James’s lap. 

Sirius and Remus began laughing as a blushing James remained frozen, arms around you as a reflex. 

“Ugh, let go of me,” you said blushing, brushing off the flutter in your stomach as train sickness. You may have gotten off on the wrong foot but he was rather cute. 

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By Christmas time you had become best friends with the Marauders, making fun of their name but ultimately becoming as much apart of the group as any of the others. Sirius kept up the little flirting game with you while you and Remus had become the best of friends. James and you kept up your little bickering game, but you all knew that you two would do anything for each other. Peter was always asking you for help and advice, and you were every happy to help with whatever he needed. 

You decided not to tell the others you were an animagus, something your parents made you endure and learn how to become for whatever godforsaken reason, but from what it seemed, they had their secrets too, going off without explanation at least once a month. You’d hoped they would come around to telling you what was up, but after half a year of being best friends, they still hadn’t fully opened up to you, and you were beginning to feel hurt. One day, you decided to follow them. 

Since you had only learned to become and animagus a year before and you were still only a teenager, your form was still a little cub, but you could move around just as well even if you weren’t menacing. 

You waited until after classes when the three boys began sneaking off and slipped into your bear form and followed them.

“-the full moons not till tomorrow,” you heard Remus say.

“Yes, but we have to talk,” Sirius said.

“Should we get y/n?” James questioned, making you smile.

“No, this is about her!” Sirius saying that made you even more suspicious. Had you done something wrong? 

You continued following them to… the Shrieking Shack?? No one was supposed to go there. You paused for a moment before remembering you were an animal. A bear, for hell’s sake! Sure, you were a little cub but you could handle anything! With new found confidence you followed the boys into the Shrieking Shack, remaining unnoticed. You sat behind the door, one ear flicking near the doorknob, ready to listen.

“What is this about?” Remus asked, sitting down next to Sirius. 

“And what’s Y/n got to do with it?” 

“Well,” he began, “I wanted to talk about Remus’s furry little problem-”

“We don’t have to worry about it until tomorrow!” Remus wounded irritated.

“Yes, and I know it’s not my decision, but I think we should tell her.”

Remus groaned, “Look. We just became friends with her! And I don’t want to scare her off, James would kill me.”

“Hey!” James interjected.

“Come on, Prongs. We all know you’re in love with her.”

You gasped and stood up, forgetting you were still a cub, causing you to loose balance and roll forwards, knocking open the door. To the boys, it looked as though a small bear cub had spontaneously rolled in.

“What the-?” James stood up. 

“A bear!” Remus shouted, more surprised than anything.

“How the hell did that get in here?” Sirius questioned.

“Bear seems kind of stupid if you ask me,” James said, “what kind of bear would just roll on into a room of people?”

You got up on your four paws and gave James the evil-eye.

Sirius laughed, “he looks like he heard you.”

“It’s kind of cute,” Remus said, “hey little guy,” he put on a baby voice and crouched down towards you. 

You figured maybe you could have a little fun with this.

You rushed towards Remus and jumped on him, licking his face. Whatever this ‘furry little problem’ was, you really did hope he was okay. 

James and Sirius laughed. 

“Wait,” James said, “I wanna play with it!”

James sat on the floor and patted the ground, “Come here! Come here!”

You blushed remembering what had been said before. Did he really feel the same way about you? Your thoughts were interrupted as you were being picked up. James cradled you in his arms and rubbed your stomach. You lifted up your paw and booped his nose, making all the marauder’s laugh.

“God,” James said, “I wish-”

“-Y/n was here,” said Sirius, exasperated, “We know! You say that about every five minutes she’s away.”

James blused.

“I do believe you said that last night at about one when we were all trying to fall asleep,” Remus added.

“’s not my fault I miss her,” James mumbled, still blushing.

You wriggled out of his lap and ran out the door and through the halls. You decided you had to talk to him, it just couldn’t wait any longer. Now that you kew he felt the same way, you could run outside, change back to human, then act like you saw them heading over here and pretend like you came to check on them. The second your paws hit the snow outside the door you turned back into a human and turned back around to head inside, until your bumped into someone. 

“Oh, shit…” you said, looking up at James, hoping he didn’t see what had just happened.

“Y/n?”

You smiled, relieved. He didn’t see.

“Oh no,” James ran his hands through his hair, “Wait- you’re an animagus? Why didn’t you say so? Oh my god! You were the bear? That means you heard….”

“No, no, James, it’s fine, really! I was there and I heard- but I wanted to tell you that I also-” your confidence completely went away, “t-that I…” 

He looked at you expectantly.

You took a deep breath.

“I… love you.”

He laughed. Your heart broke.

You looked down.

“I-I understand if you-”

Lips collided with yours and you were caught by surprise when your feet left the ground. James set you down and looked into your eyes. 

“I love you too.”

You smiled and put your forehead to his chest. 

“Asshole,” you said looking back up at him, “You scared me for a moment! I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

“That impossible. Besides, you were the cutest little bear cub I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, god,” you blushed, embarrassed. You were still a little cub.

“I’m serious! It’s bloody adorable. Plus, there’s something you should know…”

James stepped back and next thing you knew there was a beautiful stag in front of you. 

“James?” You questioned, still surprised.

The stag jumped towards you and put its head under your hand, forcing you to pet it. You laughed, “Oh god, you’re so needy.”

Laughing, James returned to human form, “Ha ha.”

“I suppose we should go and see everyone else…”

“Come on then,” James grabbed your hand and led the way.

You entered the room to Sirius and Remus in a heated debate about who knows what. 

“I did it!” James proclaimed, holding up your hand.

“Woah woah woah, not so fast,” you interrupted, “I did confess to you first.”

“I did it!” James repeated.

You rolled your eyes and he looked over at you lovingly.

“Finally!” Sirius shouted. 

“Oh and get a bloody load of this, guys,” James said, taking a step away form you. You caught onto what he was getting at and changed into your animagus for a few seconds before switching back.

“That’s great!” Remus said.

“That was you?” Sirius asked, “No wonder the bear was so obsessed with James.” 

You rolled your eyes once more.

“Well,” Remus took a deep breath, “I guess since your an animagus I can’t make any more excuses. There’s something I should tell you… It’s why we all sneak off sometimes. I guess you’ve noticed since you followed us..” he gave you a scolding look for a second and you smiled guiltily, making Sirius and James laugh, “but I understand if you don’t want to be friends. I’m… a werewolf.”

He grimed and looked ready for a punch to the gut. 

You laughed, “What are you waiting for? Me to beat you up? Remus, I’ll always be your friend and I’ll always be here for you. This doesn’t change anything. You’re still my best friend, and an amazing person.”

Remus let out a shaky breath and you ran over to hug him. 

“Thank you, y/n,” he told you.

You pulled back, “Well now that we’ve gotten that out, Sirius, what’s ur animagus?”

“Ah,” Sirius jumped up excitedly, “I’m a (beautiful) black dog.”

You laughed, “Oh, I’m sure.”

You looked over at James, this was going to be a great Christmas. 

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I don’t really like how this one turned out, LMK what you think! to the anon that requested, I’ll be happy to write something better/more specific for you! it’s a lot easier to write a good imagine with a prompt or idea. 

requests are open!

ships are open!

Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 6: Pushing the Limits

Sam Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Summary: After getting taken in by Sam, the Reader is getting used to living a human life and not giving anything away.

Catch Up: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5


After breakfast, the three men split up. Sam went and got his laptop, setting it up at the table, while Bobby went into the study, answering phones, and flipping through different books. Dean, on the other hand, went to the front door, ready to head outside, but he turned and looked at you. You were standing in the middle of the kitchen, your hands in your pockets, as you tried to figure out what it was you should be doing. You weren’t being a very good human so far, and you knew if you didn’t work harder at it, Dean might end up catching on.

“Hey Y/N, if you’re not doing anything, why don’t you come out and help me. I could use an extra hand.” He asked you, surprising you, and it looked like it surprised Sam too, because he looked up from his laptop, glancing between you and his brother. You looked at Sam, silently asking for his permission, which he raised an eyebrow at before nodding.

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Hey guys! Another episode! What are y’all thinking? Check with @xemopeachx in the morning for episode 5!

EPISODE 4

Roxie stood up when her phone rang, answering it. “Hello? No, no I told you three eggs in the lemon cake, if you only use two, it’s too soft,” she rubbed her temples and stepped to the bathroom, still naked.

He smirked, and reached for his own phone, calling his mother and getting ready for the ear rip he was about to get.

“Mami, listen…I don’t want you to come tonight, okay? Roxie and I talked it over, and we think it’s just too soon for the two of you to meet,” he said softly.

“Oye! How long do you plan on keeping this woman from me? I have to meet her eventually. What’s wrong with her? Esta loca? Is she pregnant?! Carajo! Is she pregnant Rafael?” Lucia argued. “How long have you been with her? Do you even know her? Do you love her?”

“Mami, calm down. I’ve known her for about a year, I met her when Izzy and I went to London,” he replied. “Escuchame, she just moved here from Europe, she needs a little time to adjust to living in a new country, and she’s busy trying to get her bakeries opened up. She’s not pregnant, that much I can promise you. As for how long I’ve been with her, we…only really made it official today. Yes I know her, and yes, I love her.”

“You love her and you’ve known her a year, yet I hear about it now? I’ll be over at eight. Non-negotiable.”

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This is a special gift for a very good friend of mine, @brocksnuckel. I know yesterday wasn’t a very good day for her, and @bananabuslover and I both thought that a little surprise might help make her feel better. The BBS Space AU technically isn’t romantic, but I think, for just this one occasion, it’s alright to make a small exception. So, please take this Vanoo doodle for the space AU as my way of saying that I love you, Caora, and that we’re always here for you, even if you think we’re not. I’m not expecting for this to make your problems go away, but I hope that this will at the very least make you smile just a bit. I hope things get better for you, and if you ever want to talk, don’t be afraid to ask. I’ll always have an ear ready to listen, and I may not be able to do much, but I’ll help in whatever way I can to make sure that you’re happy. Please enjoy this drawing that was MADE for YOU, and I love you. ❤️❤️❤️

I care. I care so much it tears me apart.
I care about my family, strangers, anyone who needs help - which is every single person. It’s exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade it.
All I want to do with my life is be a listening ear, always ready to give a hug, advice, or a helping hand.
I will never, ever understand how some can spend their lives living solely for themselves. That’s totally foreign to me, and void of any true satisfaction.

Clark Kent Imagine

Request: “Imagine knowing Clark since childhood and one day he sees you crying and asks why and you say because the world is hopeless because there’s no one to save it. And it inspires him to become Superman.”

Clark comforts you and you unconsciously inspire him to become Superman.

You always loved the sunset of Smallville. It’s sun almost seemed alien from the one you saw in Metropolis. Smallville’s was more vibrant, more warm. There were no buildings slicing its beaming light in jagged strips, there were no places left untouched. You’d only visited the city a couple of times, all times of which you hated. The city was cold and grey, the sun barely able to seep through. The people were scary. Their expressions were dead and down. No one smiled, no one seemed to hold any hope. So you preferred the open air spaces of Smallville, the purple, pink and yellow sunsets warming you nicely. Every afternoon seemed like a perfect one, so perfect a smile would fall upon your lips.

But today, there was no smile to accompany the perfect afternoon.

Your eyes felt drained and too tired to let any more tears through. Your body was leaning against a stack of hay, almost lifeless. You didn’t bother to move an inch, too busy sinking into your despairing thoughts. You watched the sun set. It’s rays bright; almost too bright. Your eyes had to squint, but you didn’t mind and you didn’t bother to move. You sniffled, your body jolting slightly as you did.

Your usual happy self was hypnotised of the disarranged thoughts of life and humanity. You were scared of the world you lived in, and what the future held. You didn’t want to live a life of fear. You wanted the world to be hopeful and full of love, but no one was there to give it the saviour it needed.

You felt a sudden coldness sweep over you as someone stood at your feet, blocking the beams of the sun as they stood in front of you. You fluttered your eyes, and looked up. The person wasn’t visible, they were only a silhouette. But the shape of the body and the calm quiet stance of the man was enough to let you know who it was. You looked back down slowly upon realisation;

“Are you okay?” Clark’s voice was soft and careful.

“I’m not sure.” You replied, voice just as quiet.

Clark moved to your side and sat down next to you, his back leaning on the hay along with you. He looked into the sunset, the sun half asleep under the earth.

“We usually smile when we watch the sunset.” He said quietly. “What’s made you upset?”

He waited patiently, his eyes focused on the sun but his ears ready to listen intently. He’d known you since childhood, and knew in an instant when something wasn’t right.

“Do you ever wonder about the future?” You asked,

He nodded, “All the time.” He turned to you, “What about the future do you think about?”

You looked down and played with your fingers, another wash of dread coming over you.

“I wonder how i’m going to survive in this world.”

He sat back,  “Well,you’re going to survive because you’re strong.”

The air begins to cool,

“But it’s gotten to the point where our bare human hands can’t fix what we’ve caused.” You look at him,

“We’ve lost hope! How can i have a future when this world is hopeless?” You say. Clark thinks hard, his brain in over-drive. Sure, he’d known this world wasn’t in its finest form, but he never thought about how it would hold in the future,

“Our world,” you say, sniffling again, causing Clark to look at you and place a hand on your shoulder, “-is already gone.” You lean your head on his shoulder and he brings you in, his cheek resting on your head, “There’s no one that’s willing to save it.”

Something in Clark flickered.

He looked out into the sunset and watched it, his hand rubbing your arm. He knew he was different. He knew he wasn’t like anyone else.  And maybe his abilities could be that saviour that you asked for. Maybe, just maybe, he could help someday, even if it was just in the slightest. Maybe he was the calling of a greater good, one that would save the future. Were there others like him? Were there others willing to risk everything to save and bring back hope to this decaying world?

“But we do.” He said. You continued to watch the sunset. It was almost asleep.

“Someone out there will. I promise”

“How can you be sure?” You asked. You sat up and looked at Clark, disregarding the sun set as it now was only a glowing line just above the earth.

Clark smiled, and grabbing your hand. You squeezed it and looked into his eyes, not noticing the sky around you was washing over a navy night blue,,

“Because i promised you. And my promises are always kept.”

At that time, your mind was clueless. You had no idea of the promise and weight of Clark’s words. You had no idea that soon, the world would be introduced to Superman. You had no idea that Clark would fulfill his promise to you, and you had no idea, that Clark would become humanity’s hope, and the savour of the world. He would become a legend in his own right, a tale upon the centuries.

But for now, he was Clark, a man willing to spend the afternoon comforting you, until he knew deep down in his heart that you were alright. In the future, Clark would reveal to you, that even after years of marriage, this moment was one he remembered forever; Not because you two fell in love shortly after, but because it was a moment that inspired him to become the man the world needed most;

The Man of Steel.


-Back with some mr. kent. 

-oh i wish how superman was real..

Blogmas 7; Mistletoe.

The mistletoe kiss request. H kissing not only her, but her pregnant belly under the mistletoe… and be like daddy couldn’t forget about you or something like that idk

Here is the story that got deleted at 3am on Saturday morning; where I nearly cried and screamed and woke all my family up. 

I absolutely adored writing this story, and re-writing it as well, and I love writing some Daddy!Harry when the missus is pregnant and expecting and Harry just dotes like crazy on the bump between her hips. There will definitely be more along these lines for the rest of Blogmas. 

I promise, I’ll get better at posting and we’ll have a lot more stories posted in the next few days in December. 

Enjoy. xx

Keep reading

halfthealphabet  asked:

35 for Kote?

Kote sat down, getting ready to explain himself. This was a rather long question with many different variants within it, not to mention the last parts worded was very… ‘edgy’, so he had heard the word once or twice before to describe something overly dramatic. 

“Listen, you might not like my answer, but this is my thoughts and what I have to offer. This question is complicated and has… smaller details to it that can’t be just explained with a short conversation or a select amount of words. People argue this all the time – are people all the same, are all different.

“The simplest answer I can think of is; Both. People individually are different and unique, but as a species, we all find things that link one another together, making us the same; er, or as your so ‘eloquently’ worded it: Sheep. But just because we all can come together and have similar ideas and words, doesn’t make us all copies of one another. Everyone is unique in the sense that we all have different experiences, slightly different views, and don’t see anything truly the same.

“If we weren’t unique, there wouldn’t be anyone who couldn’t see color, or lived in a manor instead of a farming village. Already right there things are skewed into different ideas and thoughts on situations.It’s why some people see the royal guard as good, and some of us… possibly see is as either necessary or even unnecessary evil. Depends on where you live, your time with the guard, and your affiliation with them. The same goes for almost anything else. Almost.

“To make things more simply put,” The innkeeper said, starting to see that he was losing the person’s focus slightly with his long words and bland choices, “people individually are unique, but are seen as ‘sheep’ when in groups because of common thoughts and ideas. People are scared of seeming too different, even though we are all different in the sense of how we experience and perceive the world around us. No one goes about it the same.”

@german-power​ continued from xx

Operation: Blue Arrow
Aftermath

No EMP should have sounded like that.

There was always an electrical buzz when a device of that nature was powered up, even at the size of the bomb that was being delivered. It was never anything so extreme that it would cause an airborne helicopter to jostle, disturbed by the sudden shift of air. The turbulence and the illumination of the night had him crossing to the window to look down upon the base in muted alarm.

There had been innocent people down there. Men, women and children that trusted they would get them away from their captors. This wasn’t part of the plan and any consolation that Reinhardt tried to offer fell upon deaf ears. He wasn’t ready to listen to anything the man had to say.

That didn’t happen until days later after he had gone over the plan, the orders that were signed off. Nothing in them mentioned anything beyond an EMP. It was Reinhardt’s reaction that truly struck him as strange. As if he knew something Gabriel didn’t.

He doesn’t bother telling his crew that he’ll return. The moment the thought comes to mind he leaves the area they’re situated in to search for the larger man. When he finds him it’s in the middle of the mess hall, surrounded by fellow coworkers trying to enjoy their meal. Setting his hands upon the table he braces his weight against them and steadily regards the other, his head tipping just a notch to the side.

“What did you know?”

choseachother  asked:

@ positivity is so i m p o r t a n t tho

For every @ I get, I have to tag someone I love/look up to!        

[ finger guns at you ] You get me, bruv!

Anyway onto the real deal! 

Let me talk about @seesgood. I’ve been RPing with her since like… I got on Klaus, my other muse? And she’s been a sweetheart. Always up for plotting, always kind and bubbly and ALWAYS ready to lend a helping hand and a listening ear. She is practically a ray of sunshine now and forever. She never fails to make me laugh or smile, lbr here. And even though I now am more on Murphy ( oops;; ) she STILL has no trouble RPing with me on here and Caroline and Murphy together is just pffft. What a match. She’s always a joy to RP with no lie there, and more people should love on her because she def deserves it.

And her mun face is PIGLETT?? I mean how fucking cute is that? <333