he goes way back in the last one

below thunder showers

sci-fi au
inspired by billie marten’s heavy weather.
fanart commissioned to the incredibly talented @kimnomster. check out her beautiful art right away!!

pairing: jungkook | reader, past yoongi | reader 
genre: angst with bits of fluff
word count: 29.885
warnings: none

Min Yoongi leads Earth with a stern hand and a pair of cold eyes. You lead a withered space station that’s been losing hope for years, mind tired and heart torn. Jeon Jungkook is no more than a broken soldier who’s slowly losing his humanity, but his longing for the rain keeps him tied to the ground.

Three paths converge again when the two worlds clash, and as precarious as they were, it does not stop you from falling in love for a second time.

You are just eight years old when you look at Earth’s sky for the first time.

Though you are considered an observant child, you are still too young to understand the underlying meaning of your actions. Your eyes only see an unexplored vastness, infinite and alluring, undiscerning of the coiling tendrils that precariously tie two worlds together — yours, and Min Yoongi’s.

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J2 NashCon 2017 Gold Panel
  • Jared on Jensen: Did my short but handsome friend sing last night? 
  • Jared is in a weird headspace about having a daughter. 
  • Jared played the keyboard, “Right Here Waiting.”
  • While Jared is sassily shaking his ass, the screen behind them freezes showing Jensen’s priceless reaction to Jared’s shenanigans and cracks them both up lol (link x
  • J2 spent their distillery tour yesterday giggling about the bung holes lol, which is the term for the hole that is cut out of the top of the barrel.  
  • Jensen said Jared started giggling every time the tour guides said the words “bung hole” and Jensen goes, “Once he started, then I start…the two of us are literally like Beavis and Butthead in the back [of the tour].” 
  • Now Jensen plays the keyboard while Jared sings, “la la la.” (link x)
  • The boys start stealing each other’s mics. 
  • Jensen: Every day of my life… Jared: For 12 years haha. 
  • Jared plays the piano while Jensen dances. 
  • Jared is touching Jensen constantly :P
  • Jared teasing Jensen: This guy has a birthday coming up. 86. Looks great. 
  • Jared goes out in the crowd for a question to give his mic to a girl :)
  • As Jared tries to hop back onstage and fails, Jensen encourages him by saying, “Stephen Amell could do it.” Jared makes it onstage with the next leap lol. (link x)
  • Jared: I wouldn’t say it in front of him but nobody plays Dean like Ackles. 
  • Jared wants to watch the series finale in Lawrence, Kansas with fans. 
  • The boys talk about missing Kim Manners </3 
  • They give a shout out to Nina Lopez-Corrado. Jared says he adores her. 
  • J2 also give props to director Richard Speight, Jr!
  • Jensen just patted Jared on the head :)
  • Jared was giving a fan some suggestions on how to be happy. Says he had a solo dance party last night. 
  • Jared is sitting on the stage while talking about this and how being away from family is hard but that this is good, too, for his mental health. This is when Jensen walked over and put a supportive hand on Jared’s head. He then gives Jared a little hair ruffle for good measure <3
  • Jared reaches out and holds hands with a fan in the audience (possibly the same one he was talking to about being happy). 
  • The support always goes both ways: Jared helps Jensen up when at one point Jensen was on his back onstage :) 

Info via: Fangasm, WinchesterBros, bewarethesmirkToniAnnSil’s livetweet list

Heart on the Line (part 14)


You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1267
author’s note: I have a 3K+ Thor fic that’s almost done, so I decided to do something fun! Let’s see if this chapter can get 300 notes, and if/when it does then I’ll post it!

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Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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My Fake Boyfriend Part 3

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1664

Warnings: Angst, fuffly

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.


credits to the gif owner

When you knock on the door all your family, literally all your family is there waiting for you. The first person you see is your oldest brother, he looks older since the last time you saw him and tired as well. 

Then you saw your parents, your father pulls you to a quick hug while your mother keeps you in her arms until she is sure that you are eating enough, drinking enough water and definitely okay in your city.

Your grandmother is the last one, she smiles bright at you and you swear that she doesn’t age. She is wearing a bright red dress and hands you a glass of wine “He is a much better choice than the last one, you did good, honey.” She raises her glass in a sign of approval, you hug her, you missed your family like crazy, but your grandmother was always the one that made that house feels like home, she was always the one who stayed by your side in fights.

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Ladynoir July Day 30 - Courage

Dark Cupid AU where Adrien discovering Marinette’s valentine goes a little bit differently.

Plagg just wanted some peace and quiet. Forgive his cheese obsessed soul.

(Ao3 Link)

“I can’t believe I didn’t get a chance to tell her.” Adrien sighed in a way that his Kwami would describe as melodramatic. “It took me so long to work up the courage too.”

Plagg rolled his eyes. He was floating above Adrien’s oversized pile of valentine gifts and Plagg was well aware of how ironic that was. If the kid needed a girl so badly there were obviously a lot of options. Adrien didn’t care though. The kid just had to try and get the one girl in the world that wouldn’t even tell him her name. Plagg was starting to get seriously ticked off about it.

“Maybe it was for the best.” Adrien murmured, falling dramatically onto his bed. “She probably wouldn’t have said ‘I love you’ back anyway.” He moaned pitifully into his pillow.

Plagg gave his chosen a deadpan look. “Why don’t you just pick one of these girls?” He smirked. Oh yes. Plagg, you are a genius. “Or are they not good enough for you?” He mocked, his smirk widening into a grin as Adrien turned to stare at him.

“Of course not! They’re just not Ladybug.” He frowned.

“So, only your lady is good enough for you then. Poor girls, none of them holding a candle to the amazing Ladybug.” Plagg watch in glee as Adrien sat up and frowned deeply at him.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said, sounding defensive.

“Why don’t you give those other girls a chance then?” Plagg said innocently. “Surely, that wouldn’t be too much to ask.”

Adrien shook his head. “I don’t love those other girls, Plagg.”

Plagg scoffed. “How would you know? You haven’t even give them a chance.”

“Fine.” Adrien rolled his eyes, marched over to his desk, and took a seat in his chair. “Which one first?” He asked flatly.

Plagg grabbed one at random and threw it at him. “I’m sure you can figure out the rest by yourself.” He chuckled, floating off to do other Plagg things now that Adrien had stopped whining.

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Bat-Aunt: Part 3

Prompt:  An universe where Bruce wasn’t left all alone. See the changes a younger Wayne sister makes for a Bruce Wayne with something left to fight for.

AN: I struggled a bit with this chapter but I love how it turned out!!!

Words: 2320

Part 1, Part 2

You do your best to try and ignore the vibrating phone on the table and focus on the presentation at hand. ‘Try’ being the key word. You’re so distracted by the sound, that you don’t even realize the presenter has stopped and everyone is staring at you, until Lucius clears his throat. He gives you a small smile, and you cross your arms over your chest, “If I pick up the phone, I won’t be coming back to this meeting, and we all know it.”

    You’re met with several little smiles from the board members, “Who is it this time?” One of them asks. You think his name is Katsuki.

    You shrug, “It’s been a mixture of both my brother and my nephew.”

    “Could be an emergency.”

    You scoff and roll your eyes, “The last emergency they had was when Alfred was out shopping, and Richard couldn’t find his socks. I am not their keeper, and I am certainly not their mother. I am trying to run a multi-billion dollar company, I do not have time to list off random places things might be.”

    The room of men continues to stare at you for several seconds, as a brand new round of buzzing starts up. With a growl, you finally pick up the phone, and simply say, “What do you want?”

    “Secure channel, 6978.”

    It takes everything you have to not go stiff as a board. Instead, you keep your body relaxed, cover the receiver of the phone, and simply say, “Gentlemen I’ll get the notes from Mr. Fox. It seems to be a bit more serious than socks.”

    There’s several chuckles, as you force yourself to walk out of the room.The minute the door closes you sprint. You pull the complicated heels off and you run. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your bag, and tell your assistant you’ll be out for the rest of the day and the next.

    The entire time, the phone remains in your hand. Only once you’re safely in your car, do you enter the code into your phone and respond, “Channel 6978 is secure. Go on Robin.”

    “Batman is down. He’s hurt bad and in surgery. J’onn is operating.”

    You take a deep breath, “All right, I’m on my way back to the house. Where are you, the cave or the station?”


    You bite back a curse. If they were at the station, then it was bad. “I’ll see you soon.”


    “I’m coming up there.”

    “I don’t think Batman would like that.”

    You roll your eyes, “That’s Batman’s problem, he doesn’t think.”

    The next time Robin speaks it’s a bit lighter, “Some would say he thinks too much.”

    “Good thing you and I know the truth.”

    “See you soon, aunt Y/N.”

    You pull into the driveway in front of the Manner, leaving tracks in your wake. You pass through the door, and throw your shoes and bag to the side. You full-on run to the clock, before hurrying to the cave.

    Alfred is there and waiting for you. His face is grim, “The zeta-tubes are ready Ms. Y/N.”

    You nod, “Are you coming?”

    Your surrogate father shakes his head, “I’ll hold the fort down here. Take good care of your brother.” You nod, before moving through the machine.

    It doesn’t feel very different at first. You’d imagine that space would feel more weightless. But you don’t, instead you feel as though you’re vibrating somewhat. It takes you a minute to regain yourself before, you see him.

    Despite having watched the boy grow several inches over the past two years, in this moment Richard Grayson looks small. He looks like the child he is, instead of the hero that is typically on the surface.

    You open your arms, and your nephew runs into them. He’s too big for you to pick up, but you squeeze him tight. You don’t bother promising useless things; the boy had watched his parents die at age eight, and he’d been fighting crime ever since. He knows that life isn’t fair.

    You don’t let go until he does. When he steps back, he gives you a big smile, and offers your his hand. He takes it, and leads you towards the med-bay. You’ve done your best to stay out of this little club; to allow your brother and nephew to spend time with their fellow weirdos in tights.

    You’d spent the better part of the past two years running the computers, as well as Wayne Enterprises. As far as these people were concerned Batman was a cold-blooded superhero run by logic.

    If only they knew the truth. Your brother was run by family. Since Richard had come into your lives your brother had flourished. Instead of spending weekends out at parties with supermodels, he now spent them coaching Richard’s scholastic bowl team, or going to baseball games. Things like that. The biggest plus of all, was that you had stopped running into his gold diggers in the morning.

    Alfred had made that perfectly clear. If there was a child in the house, there were no casual flings brought in. You were fine with that. Your life consisted of work, and “after hours” work. You’d abandoned any chance at a social life, when your brother had come back after years away; with an insane idea that you had foolishly supported.

You pause as you enter the hallway outside the med bay. You’re a bit surprised to find it empty. “The league is in a meeting. They asked me to let them know when you got here.”

You give a silent nod, and watch as your nephew runs off. For a minute you can’t believe it’s already been two years. Most of the time it seems as though Richard had been there the entire time.

Letting out a long breath you slump down against the wall. All at once everything seems to catch up to you; the stress, the lack of sleep, the meetings, how much your feet hurt …and then you realize you’re not wearing any shoes. You had left them in the hallway at Wayne Enterprises.

You let out a laugh that could only be described as crazy. You’re so lost in your thoughts that you never hear him approach. So, when that hand lands on your shoulder, you let out a shrill scream and throw a punch into what has to be solid granite.

You let out a stream of expletives that Alfred would have grounded you for, even now. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Through the pain you grit out the word, “Startle.”

The man’s brow bunches together, “I’m sorry?”

You bit out your next words, “You didn’t scare me, you startled me.”

    When he smiles at you, you consider trying the punch again, but your hand hurts too much, “Either way, we should probably set that. It’s broken.”

    “And you know that how?”

    That go lucky grin stays in place as he simply says, “X-ray vision.”

    And just like that, your brother’s rants about Superman start to make sense. If the rest of his ramblings end up being true, you’re going to make him wish he had never gotten hurt. A bit reluctantly you follow him to the med bay, and sit down while he goes around collecting supplies. His cape swishes back and forth as he walks.

    He smiles as he starts the process of setting and casting your arm, “Your pout is the same.” You stare at him, and he clarifies, “You and Bruce, your pout is the same.”

“I’m a grown ass woman, I do not pout.”

“Weird, your brother says the same thing.”

You scowl. “So, where did you learn how to do this?”

“A combination of x-ray vision, some medical training from J’onn, and a necessity from the job.”  

You don’t say another word. You wait until he’s done and slide off the table. Without another word you walk back into the hallway, and take a seat on the bench. You stare at the cast and try to think up an explanation for the public.

Not for the first time you wish you were Bruce. Wish you had the ability to disappear for a month without anyone caring. But you don’t have that luxury. You’re the face of Wayne Enterprises and the family. Bruce stayed as far from the spotlight as was humanly possible, and you could understand that.

He’s been in it for his entire childhood. He’d shielded you from it, and now it was your turn to do the same for him.

“Well, well, well. Y/N Wayne as I live and breathe.”

You smile at the sound of the voice, and stand up to open your arms; Zatanna walks into your embrace without a second thought. She hugs you close and you value the contact. “Hi there Zee.”

“How’s my favorite Wayne Brat.”

You pull back, “Exhausted.”

“And apparently broken,” she says laying a hand on your new cast.

You roll your eyes, “I had a run in with a man of steel.”

Clark comes out a moment later and says, “I startled her.”

Zee just smiles, “Has anyone told you anything?”

You shrug, “You know me, I don’t ask questions I don’t want answers to.”

Her smile turns sympathetic, “Sometimes those questions still need to be asked.” You nod, and she continues, “It’s some sort of poison. Off world. J’onn was able to identify it, and he’s in the process of removing it. It’s no longer life threatening, but he’ll be down for a few days.”

You nod, “Great, I’ll get Alfred up here to keep him down.”

“I thought maybe you could do that. He listens to you.”

Your eyes go wide, “Sure he does, just like a puppy who peed on the carpet.”

Zee just smiles as an alarm goes off, “Just do me a favor and try, I have to go.”

You wave your hand, “Go on, I know the drill. Time to save the world.”

She shoots you one last smile before running down the hallway. Superman watches her go before giving you a smile and saying, “It was very nice to meet you Miss Wayne.”

You smirk, “Remember Supes, even steel can bend..”

He shoots you a smile before leaving.

You sink back down on to the bench and wait. Eventually, Richard finds his way back to you, and within no time he’s fast asleep, his head lying your lap. You rest your non casted hand on the top of his head, and take comfort in his steady breathing.

You’re about ready to pass out yourself, when a coffee cup appears in front of your face. “Figured you could use a jolt.”

You blink a few times at the new man in front of you, and it takes a moment for you to make the connection, “Flash?”

He smiles, and sits down next to you, “It’s Barry actually. Barry Allen.” You take the cup from him, and take a long sip of coffee. You relish the warmth.

“Where’s everyone else? I thought there was some sort of emergency.”

“There was. A volcano eruption. They’ve already managed to evacuate the citizens, now they’re just trying to relieve the pressure. I was stuck in Central City with a metahuman emergency, and by the time I finished they didn’t really need me anymore, so I volunteered to come up here; monitor the tower, and check on your brother.”

You give a small smile, “I haven’t heard anything, and J’onn hasn’t come out yet. I think he’s still trying to remove the poison.”

“A scary situation.”

“We’re currently in a space station that’s orbiting Earth. My brother is in surgery to remove an alien poison, because he feels the need to shoulder the weight of the world on his shoulders. Meanwhile, I run a multi-billion dollar company, haven’t slept in three days, and to make life even more complicated I have to find some way to keep him resting for the next week, while the streets of Gotham go unprotected. Which means people will die.”

By the end of your rant you’re breathing a bit heavily, but the smile is still on Barry’s face, “Sounds like your brother isn’t the only one carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

You take a deep breath, “What I do isn’t anything compared to what he does.”

“You know when ever Bats is in a particularly bad mood, Zatanna or Robin brings you

up. It’ll be just a simple question, but he can’t resist answering. He always gets this really proud look on his face. It’s really amazing to see.”

    You take a deep breath and still, as Richard readjusts. Once he’s settled, you say, “Bruce was there for most of my childhood. He did everything he could to protect me, and keep me safe. I didn’t really understand how our life was so different.

    We were so blessed, we had everything we could ever want. And we had Alfred. Alfred is basically my dad. I never knew my parents. Still there’s this bit of a void there, I don’t like thinking about how much worse that void would be if my brother were to …”

    Barry is silent for a moment before saying, “I think that’s the amazing thing about life. We make these connections, these bonds that mean the world to us. We can’t imagine things being different until suddenly they are. Then we have to adjust and sometimes we have to rebuild, but the important thing to remember, is that to rebuild we need a solid foundation. And the best foundation we can have, is the love and support of those we love and who love us.”

    You stare at him for a moment before smiling, “You’re very insightful Mr. Allen.”

    Neither of you says a word, and slowly your eyes close, and you’re out within minutes.

Dead Men Look Better

Running Star Wars d20, and I’m having my players escape from a pirate lord, during which time I throw a recurring deadly Droid at them several times. (A reflavored phase 1 dark trooper). When going to deactivate the Hyper drive, they “befriend” an engineer. All other players were downed except for one, so he and the engineer make their way to the hangar. Player goes to grab launch codes, and on his way back to the ship, finds the engineer being impaled by the Droid.

Player: “How’s he looking?” (In reference to the engineer)
Me: “He’s looking better than when you last saw him.” (Thinking he was referring to the droid).
Player: “Wait. The engineer is looking BETTER having been impaled?”
Laughter ensued.

Don’t let go

This is for @iamjanaandjanameansme. Thanks for the prompt ily and sorry this took so long!!

The prompt was: ‘Simon is freaking out about Baz having been locked in a coffin and Baz tells Simon he thought of him to stay sane.’

‘The numpties kept you in a coffin? For two months?’

‘Six weeks,’ he mutters. ‘And I think they thought they were doing me a favour, with the coffin….’

(Carry On, p372-373)

I don’t even realise I’ve jumped to my feet until I feel Penny’s reassuring hand on my arm.

‘You were in a coffin for six weeks?’ I ask, my voice strangled. ‘How are you not dead?’

Baz sneers. ‘It’d take more than numpties to kill someone who’s already dead, Snow.’

‘You’re not dead,’ I growl, beginning to pace. ‘Are you okay? Did they feed you?’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Of course that’s your primary concern.’

‘Did they?’

‘They gave me blood.’

‘But you need food too, right?’

‘Not as much as a normal person,’ he says, his tone curt.

He went six weeks without food. How is he still alive? Who could have done this to him?

‘Blood from what?’ Penny asks, and Agatha makes a noise of disgust.

Baz sighs. ‘I didn’t ask.’

How can he act like he’s okay? I would have gone crazy. I’m trying to picture it, what it would have been like, in the pitch darkness for weeks on end with nowhere to go, unable to move. Helpless.

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based on this frickin hilarious video go watch it now (also on a03)

Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes, telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his mobile. Today is a new one.

“Hello, this is Derek.”

“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.

“Hi Stiles.”

“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”

“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks, confused and also a little amused.

“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They probably won’t call but I–”

“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably won’t even get a call.

“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”

“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down. He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a laugh if nothing else.

“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance, software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much, I just had you down as a personal reference?”

Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive reference.

“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.

“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”

“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”

“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”

“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s Hale. Derek Hale.”

“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so much, Derek. It means a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good luck for the interview.”

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anonymous asked:

it's been so long but everytime i see a picture of BoM shiro holding keith all I think about is how Illusion Shiro just offered his hand and pulled keith up by his damaged arm. He smiles at keith and doesn't seem bothered by his injuries. But Real Shiro bends down and grabs keith under the arms, supports his entire weight, looks absolutely terrified for a second because keith is so badly hurt.

Yes, that’s so true!! There’s this sense of urgency and fear with Shiro that’s very visceral–he’s just so terrified of losing Keith, and so vehemently furious at the thought that he’s just supposed to stand by and do nothing. He literally yells, “You’re going to kill him!” He saw that things were going badly, that Keith could very well be dying

The replica doesn’t care about Keith at all, and any concern it feigns is entirely superficial. He never asks how Keith is doing, if he’s okay. Keith completes a task, so he is praised for his ability. Keith then fails to comply with the Fake Shiro’s demands, and he is reprimanded accordingly. Unlike the real Shiro, this replica is manipulative. They try and control Keith, completely dismissing his wants and needs. The thing even claims it knows Keith better than he knows himself, insisting on what’s best for him. 

Whereas Shiro’s love is unconditional, the hologram only cares for Keith if he follows orders. There is always an exchange that he holds over Keith in order to manipulate him–Just listen to me, and we can all go back to the team, to our family. Just give away this piece of yourself and I won’t leave. Because the blade really is a part of him, a vital link to his past that could very well shape his future, one of the last hopes he still clings to. The only way to find out who he really is. Fake Shiro tries to force Keith to sacrifice his identity in order to be with him. That’s not something to be taken lightly. 

And you know what the scary thing is? It almost works. Keith goes chasing after the fake Shiro because, even after all that, the thought of losing the person he most desperately wants to see is just too much. 

The thing about Shiro is that he sees Keith as his equal, as just as much of a leader in his own right. Shiro will calm Keith down, center him when he’s not thinking clearly. But he let’s Keith take on the trial, knowing how much it means to him. He hears “No one’s commanding me, I’m doing it,” and he let’s Keith infiltrate Zarkon’s base. And back at the BOM, he defended Keith’s decision to keep the blade, even if it meant having to fight everyone in that base alone. So it’s not just that Shiro cares for Keith and does his best to protect him, it’s also the fact that Shiro really understands him. He never tries to stop Keith from chasing after what matters to him, never tries to control him. 


gif credit: @justinbiebergifs

A/N: Here’s a smutty blurb y'all, it’s been too long 😏

Watching Justin get dressed is one of your favorite things to do. Especially when the sun had just risen and the sky is still a mixture of bright oranges, soft yellows and a swirl of pink runs through the two colors producing a beautiful painting. You were still naked underneath the white sheets, there are splotches of red and purple marks on your skin. The harshest of them all sit at the base of your throat and you run your index finger down it. It’s still so sensitive that it makes you flinch and your thighs close on instinct at the memories that came flooding back.

You’re still half asleep but you can make out Justin’s frame in front of his dresser, a fluffly black towel wrapped around his hips and little drops of water cascading down his tattoo clad back disappearing down inside of the towel. You would’ve said good morning but when his towel dropped, the words got lodged in your throat and you decided to just admire the view.

Justin was one of the few guys who were actually blessed with an ass, you could actually grab onto it. You smile to yourself when you remember how you  did just that last night when he was inside of you.

You’d needed him deeper and all you could do was grab onto it to help sate your needs.

Justin slips on a pair of white Calvin Kleins and uses the towel to rub away the rest of the water on his chest and dry his hair. His hair was very short since he just got a buzz cut. You loved it but you also loved when he would grow it out a little. You loved running your fingers across his scalp, it makes him sleepy and you love the soft moans he lets out. The simple fact that you’re the one who causes him to produce such sounds boosts your ego.

Justin crosses the room still unaware that are you’re awake now, watching him. He goes to your vanity and plucks a large bottle that looks to be your favorite lotion. It’s your favorite scent, almond vanilla with a hint of lavender and sandalwood.

You look at him a little scandalized because you’d asked him if he’d been using it, since the last bottle didn’t last as long as it did before. He laughed it off and said no.

That liar.

But it makes you smile when you see him slather it on and bring his hands up to his nose, inhaling the warm scent.

It’s then you remember how much he loved the way you smell. Even last night while you two were underneath the sheets, as you rode him he’d brought you to his chest and held you close. Nose in your hair then running up the column of your shoulder and then his plump lips are on yours, the soft skin molding perfectly against yours making you whine in desperation. He made you crazy and he knew it. He really loved his affect on you, practically thrived on it and you were starting to think he was borderline obsessed with it.

Justin is grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants and slipping them on, the hem comes just under the waistband of the underwear and the harsh v cuts on his hips are visible. You switch positions, the move making you hiss in pain and you look up to see if he’s heard but he’s turned back towards his dresser unaware. You and Justin had gotten a little rough last night and you knew that walking today was going to be a bit of struggle but you didn’t mind, you’d wanted it and Justin had been so sweet afterwards.

When you’d finished after that round, he’d kissed all along your cheeks, forehead, lips and whispering how “you were such a good girl” “you’re so pretty when you cum” which is a little naughty to say in the moment but your lips had curved into a lazy smile at the compliment nonetheless, then he’d pull you onto his chest, where it’s warm and safe.

You shake your head and look at him to see Justin pulling on a plain white t shirt and his back muscles flex as his arms drop down and and this time you let out a moan loud enough for him to hear.

You couldn’t help yourself, the muscles brought you right back to when he was on top, just plowing into you. It feels good, so good and when his hand is dipping into the space behind your knee and hiking your thigh up, a guttural moan leaves your lips when he hits a particular spot that sends a tremor up your spine. Justin groans and stops mid thrust.

You look up at him confused, “Wh–”

“I-I need a second babe. I’m gonna cum if I keep going.” He’s focused with his eyes closed, his forehead is laying against yours and he’s breathing so hard you feel the warm air fan out over your face. His arms are shaking a little, you notice now from where they’re pushing down on the pillow where your head is. He’s really wrecked and you love it to be honest.

You run your hands up and down his sides, sometimes massaging the skin there then you move to his arms and finally to his chest. Then you tilt your head to the side and kiss the inside of his forearm before glancing up at him.

His breathing is evened out a little and  his bottom lip isn’t being held captive by his teeth.

“You ok baby?” You smile sweetly up at this beautiful man who is literally so breathtaking in this moment, you don’t even know how you’re even lasting right know.

He nods and he thrusts in slowly before dragging himself out and then back in. It’s a nice rhythm but you want him to go fast because you’re going to combust if he keeps going this slow and deep.

“Just-Justin go faster.” He doesn’t listen, just sticks to it.

Justin’s hands grab onto your hips and angles them up a little more, making him sink even deeper.

Ahh God! Justin please, go faster.” You pleaded with him, you were so close to crying because of how overwhelmed you were.

Justin snuggled his face into the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose hitting the space between your neck and shoulder, “you don’t like this?” “fuck, you’re squeezing me” “if i could stay inside you all day I would” “so warm, so tight”

It’s pathetic, the sounds you’re making and it’s all because of the taunts he’s whispering into your ear while he’s balls deep inside of you. If he wants to play like that then alright two could play this game.

You clench down around him as he’s pulling hips away, ready to take drive back in and it has Justin almost falling on top of you at the new sensation.

He’s squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip hard. “Fucking shit!” He bellows.

Fuck! Fuck!” And all you can do is smirk at him.

He finally opens his eye and stares drunkenly at you, “You’re such a brat.” He smashes his mouth against yours and just like that you two are back to it. And he’s finally going faster.

His hands grab at yours to bring your arms above your head, and Justin weaves his fingers with yours holding onto them tight.

“So close.” You pant out and it sounds like a plea.

And Justin is literally kissing your breath away as he thrusts but you can tell he’s almost there. His hips start moving with a purpose and his mouth find a new home on your chest, his swollen lips just grazing the heated skin while his forehead his pressed firmly underneath your chin.

You hadn’t noticed he was saying something or a word actually over and over. You were too far gone, black dots start to cloud your vision and the only sound you hear is Justin panting your name along with a few curses in between.

You’re gonna make me cum.” He whines, Justin actually whines and it’s like music to your ears and then you feel his fingers pressing harsh circles onto your clit which blurs your vision completely.

Then it feels like something inside of you completely snaps and the feeling starts at your toes, it’s tingly and you don’t think you’ve cummed this hard before. Tears are falling and you’re completely spent but Justin is still chasing his release so you let him use you for his own.

And with each pass in, your pussy contracts around him and it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. You’re so sensitive from the previous orgasms, that the fact another one is working it’s way through you right now is no surprise.

Your last orgasm is what does Justin in, he can’t take it anymore and he roughly thrusts in one more time before yelling out a harsh “Fuck” into your hair. He fills the last condom you two had and stays inside of you until he empties out.

When he goes to pull out, you both hiss and wince at the lost of contact. Justin ties off the condom before grabbing a wet washcloth and wiping you down. You visibly wince at the feeling and Justin apologizes.

When he settles back into bed with you, he’s whispering how much of a good girl you are for him and how much he loves you.

Your face is a little warm to the touch and it pulls you back into reality. You see the sun has finally made an appearance and the golden glow covers Justin entirely, his honey colored eyes glittering in the light,”You already ready to go again?“ Justin tuts at your sleepy form and when you smile sheepishly at him it takes everything in him to not just jump on you right there and then.

I suddenly had the really silly headcanon of Bakugou at a press conference.

Like – in the future, with the kids being older and real heroes, there will certainly be a time where they have to give interviews to lots of reporters, right? And Bakugou… well, you could say he takes after Aizawa in that fashion – he doesn’t like interviews, media and reporters at all, and that’s saying it very nicely.

So when there is the first really large press conference, and Bakugou is asked to answer a few questions, his classmates downward panic. They vividly remember what happened when Bakugou held that speech at the sports festival and offended basically everyone.

Some quick thinking later, Kirishima and Kaminari have the brilliant idea to hold up signs with text on it for Bakugou. Some nice phrases to say to the masses, or some warnings that he has to behave at least a bit. And once Bakugou is on stage, they hold those signs up for him, waving them slightly to catch his attention.

Bakugou shoots them one look, flips them off and then proceeds to answer all questions flawlessly and politely.

There is tension in his shoulders and his jaws, the way his eyebrows twitch and furrow slightly when he is annoyed, but only those who know him well enough can see it – to the world, Bakugou is the epitome of politeness.

His classmates are stunned. They are speechless. They are absolutely delighted!

Until right at the end, right before Bakugou can leave the stage, the reporters ask one last question that sets him off. It’s something that hits all his buttons – perhaps a reminder that he was kidnapped twice, or perhaps they compare him to Deku in a way… whatever it is, one can see him snap.

And deliberately, Bakugou stalks back to the microphone, leans very close to speak into it and starts with a false smirk and a very growled, “Now listen up, you shitheads…!”

“Aaaand there he goes,” Kaminari sighs, hiding his face in his hands.

“But he did really well up until now,” Kirishima offers, smiling a tad helpless and yet amused as his friends rips into the poor reporters.

The others snort, laugh or groan – but not one of them tries to leave the room or pretend that Bakugou doesn’t belong to them.

“I’m still saying he made progress.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess he did.”

(Im assuming you meant a kastle fic masterlist for myself… putting it under a cut bc it’s… looong)


One Batch Per Dozen (au/drabble collection on ao3)

- Strangers on a Train - accidentally fell asleep on each other on the train AU
Coffee” for two - Always in front of me in line for the coffee shop with a ridiculous order that takes forever to make AU
- Running in the Dark - that’s a hideous shirt and you should take it off AU
A Warm Place - Prompt: What happens when Frank (natural dog person) discovers Karen is a cat person?
A Haunting - I moved into the apartment next door and it’s 100% haunted please let me crash here for the night” au
Sleepless in Hell’s Kitchen - Neighbor who’s way too enthusiastic about LOTR soundtracks AU
A Girl Can Dream - I’ve never actually talked to you but I had a dream we were in a relationship and now I have a crush on you AU
- Mistakes Were Made - College AU 
- A Study in You (part 1) - A Study in You (part 2) - AU in which Frank and Karen are teachers who argue a lot and the whole school ships them
- Clouds in My Coffee - AU where they are neighbors and one of them can hear the other every single morning singing in the shower
- Speechless - Prompt: Frank dealing with brain damage after effects - temporary aphasia. Karen finds him hiding on her fire escape, confused and unable to speak, and shelters him until it passes.
- Bruised Not Broken - Prompt: Frank becomes attached to the 8 year old girl Karen Babysits
- Pieces of You - Prompt: Frank showing up once or twice in Karen’s apartment to lay low, but doesn’t give her any warning, etc. Karen’s hides something of his so he will come back.
- The Daughter of My Enemy - Prompt: Kastle with Karen as the daughter of a mob boss
- Cradle the Fury - Kastle switched backgrounds AU
- Your Knight (part 1), Your Knight (part 2) - Prompt: AU where Frank and Karen live in the same apartment building. Frank is usually a smartass toward her, but one day Karen sees how gentle, patient and kind he is with their 6 year old neighbor
- He Couldn’t - Karen gets Frank’s suit back when he goes to prison, bc it belonged to Nelson & Murdock, and she keeps it in her closet, unwashed, bc still smells like him
- Rescued - Prompt: Someone grabs/kidnaps Karen and Frank rescues her
- Fight for Your City - Prompt: they meet at a protest/rally and feel attraction from afar so mutual friends decide to set them up on a date
- Every Six Seconds - Nurse/Doctor Kastle AU
- Caress - Karen notices early on that he doesn’t like sleeping. He clings to his coffee late into the night like it’s a life raft, circles under his eyes, exhaustion in his hoarse voice.
- Restless - He wonders if the ethereal night dress is something she wears often. It floats around her weightlessly, frilly lace edges brushing against the tops of her thighs. It’s something out of time, an angelic relic from a sepia toned past.
- Almost - Karen Page wasn’t a drinker, not really. A shot or three after work with a few friends, just enough to feel loose and uninhibited, that was one thing, but this losing herself in the murky depths of amber liquid wasn’t her deal.
- Just a Little Touch - Prompt: a tipsy karen @ frank: “your hands are so much larger than mine”
- Along Came a Spider - Tumblr Prompt: You report on the most dangerous gangs in New York, no problem… but you’re scared of that tiny little spider?“

Birds of a Feather - AU (fallen angel soulmate) - Francis has spent his fair share of lifetimes looking for his Karina. 

Kastle Week - A series of unconnected one-shots made for the first (i think) kastle week 1) Rolling blackout, frank shows up, the past is talked about. 2) Karen almost dies, but doesn’t, frank reacts 3) this one’s just an excuse to write bed sharing and then make you stupidly sad 4) the night in the woods at schoonover’s shack goes… differently 5) New york is buffetted by a hurricane and one wounded vigilante seeks shelter 6) Karen watches as the last of Frank Castle’s former life goes up in flames, but she manages to hang on to a piece of him 7) Frank tells himself over and over again that he won’t see her, and over and over again he’s wrong

Heartbeat - Karen is injured, not badly, but there is an unexpected complication (angsty)

No More Running - Kastle channeling their inner rom/com and having and epiphany about each other and RACING TO CONFESS THEIR LOVE

Stop Waiting - Frank finds his way back to the living with a little help from the dead.

On Broken Wing - Cornered and running out of options, Frank lets go of the last thing worth holding onto.

Lest You Forget - He tells himself that it’s better that he can’t fall asleep in the dark anymore, that there’s too much work to be done with the moon’s out. He only ever feels like it’s a problem when he’s with her.

Blue At the Edges - Forgetting is a darkness he’s come to embrace.

Violets and Violence“I need you to scream. You’re Karen Page. He’s the punisher. He will come for you.” 

Reflections - The last things she wants or needs is someone to scold her for being reckless… she knows it already. She knows and yet there’s a part of her that relishes the feeling of her knuckles smashing against another’s unyielding bones. It’s the bruises afterward that she has trouble with.


No Sugar, No Cream - Five times Fic - Five times Frank brings Karen coffee and one time he doesn’t. (FINISHED!)

Fight the Night - AU (vampire/werewolf) -  Frank has one job, to protect the innocent from vamp scum, but his black adn white world view is sorely tested by one ethereal beauty and her craving for blood. (WIP)

Try and Try Again - The night after the punisher’s funeral Karen is approached by a stranger woman and given teh opportunity to change the past and give Frank Castle back his future. (FINISHED!)

Hold On Tight - He remembers what she looked like when she told him, eyes glistening, a half formed apology on her lips. He just shakes his head, denial pushing away all other emotions. He can’t do it again. (WIP)

Of Gods and Monsters - AU (greek gods hade/persephone) - Frank is the God of the Underworld, quietly ushering honorable souls to the Elysian Fields while ensuring the evil ones start their time in Tartarus as soon as possible. He doesn’t want or need anyone to care about, until one day the beautiful daughter of Demeter needs him. He can’t ignore his fate, and neither can she. (WIP)

Five Line Fics

Short and Sometimes Sweet (collection on ao3)

- Coffee - Blood - Eyes - Body Language - Regrets - Bullets - Flowers - Birthday Present - Restless - Dive - Reach - Boundaries - Fear - Flames - Caress - Are You Wearing My Hoodie? - Smile -  Ice - Tell Me You Don’t Want This Too - I Don’t Want Anyone Else - Dance - Watching Hocus Pocus - She Gave Me Her Hand And Didn’t Need More - Stuffed Animals - Blanket - Lingering Glances - Record Store - Yoga Class - Office - Underwear - Window - Insomnia - TrustDreams - Nightmares - Breathless - Hope - Fuck - Swallow, Run, Rum, Kness, Wander - Rain, Bare, Peach, Clock, Knuckles - Ache - Poker - Karen Helping Frank Get Dressed in a Suit to go to the trial - Honor - Dancing - Just don’t go…

P.S. The first two kastle fics i wrote - (putting them at the end because frank and karen were so so new to me and i was a bit tentative)

In the Night - In the darkness everything else falls away.

Clear Skies - Frank visits the graves of his family for the first time since the massacre in the park.

AU where Geno and the pens are part of a secret organization that time travels to maintain the flow of historic events, and on one mission, Geno is tasked to go back to the 1820s to save a man (whose great-great grandson will eventually be key to a medical breakthrough that will change history) from a freak accident involving a horse carriage gone rogue. 

Anyways, the man is super thankful and insists on treating Geno to dinner, and Geno is hesitant because he’s really not supposed to interact this much with the subject but the man won’t hear a no. So Geno gets taken to this guy’s estate and meets Sidney, the man’s youngest son, who is beautiful and intelligent and basically Geno’s exact type. So right there and then Geno knows that he’s screwed. 

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Don't be creepy to retail workers please God

Hi, local goth-turned-tumblr esque store employee here. And boy do I got a couple stories for you.

Today (8/24/17) my manager (let’s call her…Megan) got a message from a former coworker about a Craiglist post. Apparently a (presumably) female customer has a little crush on Megan and put it out on the lost connections page about how she was too afraid to ask her for her number in person. Any other day we’d brush it off as an innocent thing. But this customer put my manager’s name on the site a long with her last name which she shouldn’t have known. Our nametags only have our first names. Which means this customer somehow found out my manager’s full name which is a little unsettling. It shook her so much she called our store manager on her day off about it.

Now me. About a month or two ago now a 30 something yr old man came in with his 2 yr old daughter. They shopped and came up to the register. Now anyone who’s dealt with kids at the register knows you need to keep those fuckers occupied or they’ll screw you up bad. So I talked with her and even gave her a (broken) keychain to swap for the signed receipt. I get my receipt, put their stuff in a bag and am all prepared to send them on their way when I get the dreaded “can I get your number” question.

I tell him that I doubt my bf would appreciate that (despite being a very single pringle but that’s beside the point) and he goes away. I think that’s the last of him until about 2 weeks later. He comes back in when I’m alone, does nothing creepy but reminds me of our last conversation. Leaves, I think it’s the end of it. Nope, comes in 2 days ago. I get a phone call early in the day, no one on the line. A couple hours later he walks in. Luckily my other keyholder is there, as well as another customer. I do everything in my power to keep my attention on the other guy so that I don’t have to talk to creepy guy. Both leave, I tell my keyholder the story, I think that’s the end. NOPE. Today I get a call, no answer but a click. Guess who strolls through my door a few hours later.

I’m talking with Megan while censoring shirts when I see him. Immediately I tense up but keep working. Guy goes to the Funko Pop wall, grabs one, comes VERY close to me and asks me if we have a certain Pop in stock. We don’t and I tell him so. He puts it back and returns, asks me out again. I tell him the same thing, my boyfriend wouldn’t like that. He says “thought I’d ask again” and leaves.

I don’t know if it’s just me being paranoid, but I’m scared now to answer the phone. What if it’s him and he only comes in while I’m there? Please customers, leave retail workers alone. We are working and don’t want/need to deal with you being creepy

anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*

Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.


But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.

(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

Some More Cute Shit

I can’t stop

  • Damen is probably really good at back rubs, so he definitely loves treating Laurent after a hard days work (also it could be a way of getting him to sleep lord knows last time thats happened).
  • Damen and Laurent having fun remembering all the times they’d sneak food from the kitchens when they were wee babs.
  • They try sneaking food from the kitchens again, had a whole elaborate scheme using distractions and escape plans, the whole nine yards.
  • “…I feel like no one tried to stop us.” “Yes, that does take the fun out of things…”
  • Laurent probably goes to the stables himself to take care of the horses sometimes (and maybe dote on the one Damen gave him). He likes dealing with them better than people.
  • Damen eats a lot. Like, a lot. He’ll have like four plates when Lauren’t can’t even finish one.
  • Banquets are interesting because every time, Makedon will challenge Laurent to a drinking contest, and every time, Laurent will agree. Every morning after, he swears he’ll never do it again after getting Damen’s recap of the stupid shit he said/did.
  • “Jo-Jord. Tell King Damianos that I-I’d like to coURT him.” “I’m right here.”
  • Sometimes Damen will come into the bedroom and immediately rest his head somewhere on Laurent’s body (shoulder, back, lap, hand, etc). This is just a sign that he’s had a bad day and that Laurent should immediately start playing with his curls.
  • Damen definitely wants a beautiful, elaborate garden in their new kingdom and he refuses to have it any other way.
  • Laurent give him TWO beautiful gardens as a gift take that.

anonymous asked:

tell me all your woes

- the way dean would grab onto castiel’s coat a little more when sam says “dean, we gotta let him go”.
- how he’ll fix cas’ tie with shaking fingers and do his hair “just one last time”.
- his face when he really has to say goodbye to cas
- and then the way dean is turning into his stone “i don’t care about anything i’m fine” self, pushing away all the pain and heartbreak and guilt and missing
- how sam tries to talk but dean just shakes his head and turns away; sam will see him in cas’ old room later at night, sitting on the bed with his face in his hands, muttering softly
- they stop at almost every church, dean goes inside and comes back later; his eyes are red sometimes but sam doesn’t say anything
- dean just being an ass about all other things, solving cases without passion and being bitter about finding mary
- but he seems fine by times, his mask so strong that he can take away all the pain that is behind, and it scares sam because he wonders how much is lying behind there.
- he finds out one day, when they see a man with black hair and a long beige coat and dean has already yelled “cas!” before they realize it isn’t him and dean doesn’t look at sam or says a word
- sam breaks the silence when they’re in the bunker; dean snaps first, but when sam says that “fighting won’t make it easier”, dean’s mask falls and he crumbles, the pain comes out into waves of realization and cropped up emotion and dean clinges onto sam until he’s tired and empty and all that comes out are dry, rough sobs
- dean is in his room after talking for hours, finally, and sam will slip into cas’ room, he touches the desk and the bed and opens the closet to find no clothes in there and it’s so typically cas that sam laughs, painfully, but he looks at the bed and sits down and folding his hands together he presses his thumbs against his forehead
-with tears rolling down his cheeks, he whispers “hey cas, i uh… i just wanted to say- i- i miss you too.”

What Happens Now (Final)

Summary: The events that happen after Jungkook punches his father and runs away. Everyone is left to pick up the pieces. 

Pairing: A x Jungkook (finally) + Numerous side couples

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College!AU

Words: 3.6K

A/N: It all ends here. Thank you so much for following until the end. Until next time!

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❛❛ Go through things, grow through things. ❜❜

The day after the dinner fiasco, Kim Taehyung decides to go to the beach before the sun has even awakened. He sits by the dock in silence, having left his phone inside his car.

He supposes that he should be at home, taking care of Jungkook and helping him feel better—how he would have done that, he is not so sure himself. The house feels too stifled, too tense. Even when he had left earlier, the depressive cloud that now hangs over his home seems to have followed him here, where the fog from the early morning is still rolling over the ice cold waves.

He misses his warm bed and clean sheets, but he cannot bear to return, not when tear stained cheeks and disquietude are what await him there.

Kim Taehyung stays until the sun finally does rise above the horizon. The winter air makes him shiver, but the trembles that linger have nothing to do with the cold.

He watches the world around him slowly come to life, and he wishes more than anything that the girl he had left back in Seoul had been there to witness it with him.

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