he is leaving and i am so not ready

Okay one last post about this comic i swear. And yeah its about genji. So lets get a bit more in-depth with Genji

Basics: black hair, good part of his body is human, in blackwatch.

Blackwatch Genji

His right arm is gone, but he still has his right fingers. And it looks like from the way his body is set up, and/or that he is still under training. There are free hanging wires from his body.

 Or even being used only for training for other members (A training dummy but I highly doubt it

Japan knows about Blackwatch and most likely Genji. Or a bit about it, knowing anything about Yakuza it wouldn’t be a big suprised of the Shimada clan did have their hands in the pockets of the Japanese government. (Not a lot but a bit) And I think they would know who Genji is. And what black/overwatch did to him. (Again this could hint more at Genji being a training dummy for blackwatch BUT I still think its a stretch.) Honestly there are SO many theories here I could legit go on and on I have like 500 in my head all ready. 


 Because in game Genji clearly has both cybernetic arms. Meaning he is still gonna loose his other arm at some point. HE IS NOT FINISHED. Genji doesn’t  look like this when he leaves overwatch. Most likely meaning his body could have gone through upgrades.

Genji’s eyes can glow red. Meaning he has cybernetic eyes as well. 

I am trying no to toss in bias and headcanons in this post and only point out what I see. But most importantly, remember this is all artist interpretation. As his face is still missing most of the scars he had in the Dragon’s short.

HE IS STILL MUSCULAR JUST LIKE IN HIS YOUNG SKINS

GODDAMNIT THAT WAS PERFECT AND I AM SO MANY EMOTIONS AT THE SAME TIME IDK WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT BUT LIKE 

FIRST OF ALL, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW KILLIAN JONES JUST LOOKS MILDLY IRRITATED AT POTENTIALLY BEING BURNED AT THE STAKE?

AND EMMA SWAN BURSTS IN, IN TRUE EMMA SWAN FASHION. WITH ONE THIRD OF A PLAN AND A TON OF FUCKING LET’S DOOOOO THIS!

AND KILLIAN IS LIKE OMG IS THIS A FUCKING DREAM EMMA EMMA EMMA EMMA

HE FOLLOWS HER THROUGH A PORTAL JUST LIKE HE DID WHEN THEY FIRST GOT TOGETHER. ALWAYS FOLLOWING HER HOME.

THIS WAS AMAZING BECAUSE HE’S LITERALLY RIGHT ON TOP OF HER AND HE MUST BE HEAVY BUT EMMA’S JUST LIKE YESSSSSS MY PIRTAE IS BACK IN MY ARMS

AND THEY JUST HAVE EYES FOR EACH OTHER. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT? REGINA AND HENRY HELP THEM UP BUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES

CAN ONLY LOOK AND TALK TO EACH OTHER AND CANNOT STOP FUCKING TOUCHING. THIS WHOLE SCENE, THEY’RE CONSTANTLY TOUCHING AND IT HURTS ME. LOOK AT THIS TENDERNESS LIKE THE FUCKKK

AND HER GIVING HIM HIS HOOK BACK BECAUSE SHE KNOWS HOW THAT MUST BE BOTHERING HIM AND YOU CAN TOTALLY TELL HOW INTIMATE OF A MOMENT THIS IS BECAUSE REGINA IS LOOKING AWAY THE WHOLE TIME BECAUSE THIS IS SO COUPLE-Y AND INTIMATE AND THE FUCKING FUCK

AND STILL THEY ONLY LOOK AT ONE ANOTHER AND EMMA’S PUTTING HIS HOOK ON FOR HIM AND I JUST DIE BECAUSE HOW MANY TIMES HAS SHE DONE THIS ALREADY? EARLY IN THE MORNING, PUTTING IT ON FOR HIM BEFORE KISSING HIM GOODBYE OR TAKING IT OFF AT NIGHT WHEN THEY GET HOME AND HIS ARM IS DRAPED AROUND HER ON THE SOFA AND SHE JUST PULLS IT OFF AND I AM JUST IMAGINING A MILLION MOMENTS AND IT IS KILLING MEEE

THE APOLOGIES WERE FUCKING PERFECTION. 

AND THE FACT THAT THEY BOTH APOLOGISED FOR THEIR MISTAKES AND THEIR OWN FEARS IN THE FIGHT THEY HAD AND THE BOTH OF THEM UNDERSTANDING ONE ANOTHER’S FEARS TOO LIKE HOW PERFECT

AND THEN THIS. FUCKING THIS. I KNEW IT WAS COMING. I WAS NOT READY AT ALL. LIKE AND HE EVEN SAID BEFORE I GET THROWN INTO ANOTHER PORTAL AND LIKE REGINA AND HENRY LEAVE BECAUSE IT’S AN INTIMATE MOMENT AND THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT WHY ARE THEY SO PERFECT

AND THE RIGHT WAY THIS TIME HE SAYS. FUCK ME DEAD OK?

AND THIS SPEECH. CARVE IT INTO MY FUCKING SOUL BECAUSE IT CANNOT GET BETTER THAN THIS. HE’S ASSURING HER, PROMISING HER THAT SHE CAN BE CERTAIN OF THE ONE THING SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN AFRAID OF HER WHOLE LIFE. THAT HE WILL NEVER ABANDON HER. THAT HE WILL BE BY HER SIDE, ALWAYS. SHE CAN BE CERTAIN OF THIS FACT.

THE SKY IS BLUE AND THE GRASS IS GREEN AND KILLIAN JONES WILL ALWAYS BE ON EMMA SWAN’S SIDE.

THIS LOOK KILLS ME. HE IS SO IN LOVE WITH HER AND I AM SO FUCKING HURT.

*THROWS THINGS* FUCK THIS. FUCKING FUCK THE SMILING AND THE CRYING AND THE PURENESS OF THIS MOMENT.

WILL YOU MARRY ME, HE ASKS. AS THOUGH SHE COULD EVER SAY ANYTHING BUT YES. LOOK AT HIS STUPID HAIR AND HIS STUPID EYES FULL OF HOPE AND HIS LIPS IN A HALF SMILE. LOOOOOK

AND THEN SHE FUCKING–SHE FUCKING KNEELS TOO. 

OF COURSE SHE SAID YES BUT FUCKING LOOK HOW HAPPY THEY ARE I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE BEEN BLESSED ONCE MORE TO SEE THIS HAPPEN IN THE WORLD.

THE PURE, WONDERFUL BEAUTY OF KILLIAN JONES AND EMMA SWAN IN LOVE.

THE FUCK IS THISSSSSS. THE SMILING AND THE FACE TOUCHING AND THE SMILING AND THE FOREHEAD LEANING AND THE SMILING UGHH

SHE’S MUSSED UP HIS HAIR AND SHE WON’T STOP TOUCHING HIMMMM 

THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HIM WHEN HE’S NOT LOOKING? THAT SLAYS ME MORE THAN ANYTHING EVER. SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH. LOOK AT THOSE EYES.

LOOK AT THEMMM *THROWS MORE THINGS*

AND FUCKING SNOW WHITE AND PRINCE CHARMING WENT INTO A SLEEPING CURSE

TO SAVE HIM AND HE’S LIKE FUCKING FUCK BECAUSE WHO WOULD EVER AND HE’S GOT SO MANY PEOPLE WHO LOVE HIM NOW AND HE’S JUST OVERWHELMED

BUT THEY NEVER LET GO OF EACH OTHER’S HANDS KILL ME DEAD

I AM NOT A HUMAN ANYMORE.

MY BODY IS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR.

HELP, I NEED A HUG.

-A POEM BY A DECEASED FANGIRL

Count Your Lucky Stars

So this is a short Langst idea that came to me in a dream. It is very loosely based on and inspired by this post. There’s going to be two alternative endings to go with it. Both up by Monday (hopefully). Anyways hope you enjoy :D


What. The. Hell. That’s all they could seem to think as they realized they left Lance behind. How could they be so stupid? The Blue Lion had returned with a cockpit full of prisoners, so why wasn’t her paladin flying her. When they questioned the prisoners to find out his location all it did was increase their worries. He was still stuck on the Galra ship. You know, the one they had already wormhole away from.

“Oh, this is bad. This is really, really bad,” Hunk said as he begun pacing the infirmary after they delivered the rescued prisoners to the healing pods.

“Calm down buddy. We’re all worried about Lance right now. He’ll be fine.” Shiro was trying to soothe Hunk, but his words weren’t even working on himself. He of all people knew the horrors of being a captive of the Galra. He could only hope they wouldn’t put Lance to fight in the rings, not that their interrogation methods were much better.

“Lance is a quick thinker; he’ll find a way to keep himself safe until we find him. We just need to have faith.” Coran’s words were a little more encouraging, but there was still a problem.

“Exactly how long will that be exactly? None of us are in the condition to go back and fight, and who’s to say they’ll even be in the same system or have him on the same ship when we’re finally ready. I’ve already lost one brother to the Galra, I’m not about to lose another,” Pidge declared.

“I say we go back whether we’re physically ready or not. Pidge is right if we don’t go back now who knows when we’ll find him again. Not only does staying here extends the time he’s with the Galra, but it also leaves us down one paladin and unable to form Voltron.“ Keith was so mad at himself right now. He shouldn’t have listened when Lance told him to go on without him. That idiot was always sacrificing himself for others. He should’ve told Lance no, and stay to fight with him. 

“Paladins I know you’re all worried, as am I. But we should consider the passengers we have on board. What if we go back and something goes wrong? We’ll be essentially handing them back over to the Galra after they just got a taste of freedom. Keith, I understand your point about Voltron, but like Pidge said, none of you are in the condition to fight right now. It’s better one Paladin than all five of you.”

Allura knew she must’ve sounded heartless now, but she felt she was making the right choice. As the leader, she must make the correct decisions, even if it’s not the popular one. The looks her crew was giving her proved that her choice was not the popular one indeed. Allura was only considering what was best for everyone that was here at the time. She wasn’t going to send them into another heavy battle injured and tired.

"You know princess, I understand what you’re saying, but when you were captured by the Galra a while back, Lance was ready to go get you, guns blazing. I guess I just supposed you’d do the same for him,” Hunk stated dejectedly. He turned to head out of the room, Pidge, and Keith on his heels. 

None of them wanted to play the waiting game right now, but it’s all they can do. She doesn’t take Hunk’s words too personally because she understands he’s coming from a place of hurt. She wants nothing more than to go in “guns blazing”, as Hunk called it, to go rescue Lance. But that would be thinking like a friend, not a leader and certainly not a princess. With Coran on their side, it should take too long for the castle and everyone on it to be battle ready once more. 

It took a week. And with every day that passed, the more tensed and worried everyone got. The prisoners the rescued were fully healed and sent back to their home planets or somewhere safer, and the castle was back at full operating power. Unfortunately, like most of them feared they had lost track of Lance. Pidge had her tech set to alert her to any transmissions that even slightly mentioned the blue paladin. Allura had sent word to their allies to keep an eye out, and the Blade of Marmora had their inside people looking out. They just have to play the waiting game a little longer.

Lance’s absence seemed to affect Hunk the most until eventually, he started spending time in Lance’s room. No one thought anything about it until one day he came to the common room crying. 

“Guys, what if we find Lance and he doesn’t want to come back? What if they took him to Prince Lotor and he chooses to stay with him?”

“Hunk what are you talking about? Why would Lance want to stay with the Galra of all people,” Keith asked.

They didn’t receive an answer. Hunk just motioned for them to follow him as he leads them to Lance’s room. It was cleaner than they expected, but they suppose Hunk may have had something to do with that. The bed was unmade as evidence that Hunk was more than likely sleeping in here too. He stopped right in front of Lance’s desks where there were some scraps of papers as well as two jars. One was labeled “The Good” and had about two handfuls of colorful stars. The other was labeled “The Bad” and was nearly overflowing with black stars.

Shiro remembered this tradition from his childhood, but it appeared that Lance had a different way of doing things. He doesn’t understand why this would make Hunk think Lance doesn’t want to come back. Shiro picked up a purple star from the good jar and started to unfold it. And that’s why we bring our sharpshooter. -S

He remembered that moment. Lance had made an incredible, almost impossible, shot, and Shiro felt so proud at that moment. Not thinking anything much of it, he picked a star from “the bad” jar and unfold it. You are the worst pilot ever! -K

It was then Shiro got an idea where this was heading. He kept opening more of the black star and some of the things on them shocked him.

I hope I don’t need to remind you that the only reason you’re here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don’t follow in his footsteps. -I

Aw, Lance, you just ruined it. -H

He’d be Sendak’s prisoner right now, if not for Pidge. -A

Well, you wouldn’t have survived the explosion if Hunk and Coran hadn’t gotten a new Crystal. -P

I’m taking Keith with me. -S

Shiro realized that these were all things they said that hurt Lance in some way. It also suddenly came back that none of them had told Lance thank you for that time Sendak almost took the castle. He’s sure at some point Coran did, but no one else. Not for waking up and shooting Sendak’s arm off, or anything else he did for them for that matter. They were always just distracted by Lance’s boisterous personality, they never considered how they spoke to him. And the jar was so full, who knew what other things were said that affected him negatively.

At this point, the others began reading the unfolded stars and were probably reaching the same conclusion as Shiro did. Hunk’s concern made sense as he unwrapped the colorful stars and realized most of them were things Lotor said. He probably realized the Blue Paladin’s insecurities and used them to his advantage. When were the two even alone enough for these things to be said?

If Lance didn’t come back they’d have no one to blame but themselves. They pushed him away with their words. They basically handed Lance over to the Galra.


Main Story/ Ending 1/ Ending 2

On Thin Ice *Part 1*

Originally posted by nellaey

Gif isn’t mine

Hello all you lovely people!! My past fic had done so well, I decided I could write another one for all of you. Like always, please leave feedback and tell me what you think!

Summary: You, Newt, Queenie, Jacob, and Tina all go out to ice skate. However, you start to get jealous when Newt and Tina start to get really close. 

Warnings: Angst angst angst (I love me some angst lmao)

Author: @xfandomqueenblrx (me)

DO NOT copy this on other sites and claim it as your work. 

Reblogs are fine

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Winter snow fell down in front of your window. You watched below as they settled onto the road and sidewalks. It was beautiful.

As of now, you and Newt were staying with the Goldstein sisters and Jacob. The both of you had agreed to stay with them for a small vacation after all of the hard work you put into creating Newt’s book. You didn’t know where yours and Newt’s relationship would go after this. If you were just going to go back to England and stay there, or if you were going to stay with Newt and continue traveling with him. 

It was hard to think about leaving him, but then again, he might not want you around.

He might just take someone else who is equally interested in fantastic beasts like you.

Maybe Tina. 

You loved the Goldstein sisters with all your heart. They took you and Newt in the last time you were in New York, and they even let you stay with them for your small vacation. You were grateful for the amount of hospitality they extended towards you and Newt, but you couldn’t help but be jealous of one of the sisters… Tina.

Newt and Tina had a special connection that nobody could deny. You and Newt were close, but you wouldn’t be so close if it weren’t for the amount of time you spent traveling with him. However, Tina has only known Newt for a couple of months, and she has already gained access to Newt’s case and his emotions. Meanwhile, it took you several months to be able to discover all of Newt’s case and even more time to really figure out his emotions. 

Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. If anything, Tina probably deserves Newt more, and it’s not like he had any feelings for you anyways. 

“Honey, are you ok?” Queenie’s voice suddenly broke through your thoughts.

You turned away from the window you were looking out of to look at Queenie. Her mouth was set into a gentle frown, her face showing signs of worry.

She reached out to you and touched your shoulder. “Now, don’t be thinking those negative thoughts, ok? You deserve love too, hun.” 

Gently, you shrugged off her hand and stood up. You smiled a little bit and hugged her. She was so caring and so gentle. What would you do without her?

“Thanks Queenie. You’re so sweet.” You separated yourself from her and held onto her shoulders. “I’m just a little confused and all, but I’ll be ok.”

She smiled and gave you another hug before walking off to the kitchen. You sat down on the couch and started to think once more.

“We’re all going ice skating today, do you want to come?” Queenie’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah of course. I don’t have any skates though, so I can just sit and watch.”

Queenie came back into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate. “No, no, no, I have an extra pair of skates that I’ve grown out of that you can use. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You chuckled a little bit at Queenie’s cheerfulness. Suddenly, a loud crash and stomping noises could be heard from behind the guest room’s door. Newt and Tina crashed out of the room, hand in hand and laughing. They looked at you and Queenie on the couch.

“Queenie, you should have seen it! The erumpent got out of her enclosure and was chasing Newt all over the place!” Tina managed to laugh out.

Newt chuckled nervously, looking at you. You weren’t laughing, though. You were looking at Newt’s and Tina’s hands entwined together. You shouldn’t be jealous, it was really nothing. Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous looking at them.

“Ah, yes, she just got out when I was trying to feed her. Tina found it quite comical.” Newt looked down at his shoes, trying to think why you looked so sad.

There was a loud silence filling the room. You were thinking of Newt and Tina, while Queenie was listening to the barrage of thoughts swarming through Newt’s head. 

“Sorry if we were loud, um, Y/n… are you coming ice skating with us?” Tina asked.

“Oh, yeah I am. I think it’s gonna be fun.”

Another long period of silence filled the room. Newt let go of Tina’s hand and stood there awkwardly. 

Queenie stood up and smoothed out her dress. “Well, I’m gonna go get ready now. Y/n, why don’t you come with me to try the skates on?”

“Sure.” You followed Queenie out of the room, all the while Newt watching the two of you leave while Tina also started to walk towards her room.

Newt stood there for a little bit, perplexed by why you looked so distressed before. He cared about you and seeing you like that really hurt him.

Deciding not to worry to much about it, he walked back into the guest room to start getting ready for tonight.


You had all just left the Goldstein’s apartment and picked up Jacob from his bakery. The cold wind nipped at your skin as you neared the skating rink.

Jacob and Queenie were walking in front of you, hand in hand and looking as adorable as ever. Meanwhile, Newt and Tina were walking behind you, laughing at each other’s stories and jokes. Leaving you as the fifth wheel.

Whatever, you weren’t going to waste this night moping about because of your feelings. Tonight you were going to live a little and have some fun learning how to ice skate, no matter how hard it may be.

Finally, you arrived at the rink. There were a few other couples skating around along with some kids. You sat down on one of the benches and started to get the skates on. 

“Have you ever skated before?” You jumped a little when you heard Newt’s voice. You hadn’t even heard him sit down next to you.

“Never, but I’m hoping I can get the hang of it.”

“I bet you’ll do fine. You can always hold on to me if you need help.” You looked towards Newt to see a shy smile placed on his face. You smiled back and stood up on your skates, immediately wobbling and almost falling over until you felt Newt’s hands on the small of your back holding you up.

“I didn’t think you’d need help until you actually got onto the ice.” You could literally hear the smugness in his voice.

“Well I’m sorry I’ve never tried these torture devices on before.”

“Oh, so now they’re torture devices? Are you saying your feet already hurt when you haven’t even skated yet?”

You laughed and turned towards Newt on your wobbly feet. “Yes, quite frankly, they-”

“Newt, are you coming or not?” Tina yelled out. She was already on the ice along with Queenie and Jacob.

“O-oh, yes, I’m just finishing lacing up!” Newt looked at you. Once again, there was that sad look placed on your face.

“Are you ok? You seem to be quite distant lately, love.”

You shot your head up at that. You didn’t think he noticed anything, well you definitely hoped he wouldn’t notice anything. It was nice to know that he cared, though.

You smiled softly,”Yea, I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now, could you help me onto the ice?”

Newt smiled back before taking your hand and leading you towards the ice. Once you were there, you just stood there for a second before walking on carefully. Newt showed you how to start skating around and he also showed you how to stop. You had fallen multiple times attempting to stop. It was so much fun being able to just laugh at yourself slipping all over the place, and now you were even starting to get the hang of things.

“Ok, now just follow me. You can do it.” Newt was skating backwards in front of you so he could watch you and see if you were doing well enough on your own. 

You continued skating until Tina came around and skated right beside you.

“Hey Newt, you want to take some laps around? I’m sure Y/n can do well enough on her own.” You frowned a little bit at that.

“Alright.”

And with that, they both skated away, Tina grabbing onto Newt’s hand and whispering something into his ear. Totally leaving you where you were.

You skated around for a little bit, before stopping because your feet hurt. You could hear Queenie laughing at a joke Jacob said. Newt and Tina were still doing laps around the rink, hand in hand. There goes that nagging feeling in your head again. 

Deciding that it was time to get up again, you stood up and skated onto the ice. However, you didn’t realize that someone was already coming up fast from behind you. That person was not able to stop in time before colliding into you, making you both fall over.

You let out a grunt before crashing onto the ice and right onto your elbows. 

“I-I’m so so sorry, I didn’t see you coming onto the ice!”

You looked back to the person who hit you. It was a kid who looked extremely scared. 

You smiled nervously. She didn’t know you were coming onto the ice, it wasn’t her fault.

“It’s ok, I guess I should also watch out for people.” You pushed yourself up and off the ice, all of a sudden feeling a harsh sting coming from your elbow. You grit your teeth and looked down at the ice. There, where you fell were two large droplets of blood. Another drop soon joining them.

You skated off of the ice and sat down at a bench to take a look at your elbows. Both of them had been badly scratched and it hurt when you stretched your arms out. You attempted to put some pressure on them with your hands but hissed and let go when they stung. 

Queenie and Jacob were coming off of the ice to ask you why you sat down when they saw your bloody hands and elbows.

“Oh, sweetie, what on earth happened?” 

“It was nothing, I-I just fell.” Suddenly, a loud laugh was heard from the distance. You looked up and saw Newt and Tina still skating, Tina laughing loudly at something Newt said. They hadn’t even noticed anything wrong or that you had gotten off the ice… they were undisturbed.

Tears started to fill your eyes. You felt unwanted and jealous all at the same time, a dangerous combination of emotions. Quickly, you untied your skates and put on your shoes.

Jacob put a hand on your shoulder, noticing how quickly you were trying to wrap things up. 

“You okay kiddo? We can get some bandages for you and clean you up.”

Now you felt like you were ruining they’re night. You shouldn’t be burdening them like this.

Queenie looked at you sympathetically. She could hear all of your thoughts and she hated how you were putting yourself down so much. “Honey, no, you’re not burdening us. You got hurt and it’s not your fault.”

“N-no, I’m just going to go back to the apartment. I’ll see y-you guys later.” You looked up once more to see that Newt and Tina were still skating around, and they had even begun twirling each other on the ice.

Another wave of tears hit you hard. You grabbed your skates and ran out of the rink as quickly as you could, avoiding Queenie and Jacob’s yells for you to come back. 

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Ok, I actually feel pretty good about this one. I hope you guys like it too :)

Here’s part 2 !!

One of my favorite little changes they made to the new beauty and the beast was when the beast realizes that belle has come back. First off, I love how belle grabs the arrows from gaston and breaks them over her knee, “where is he?!” like girl…I love you so much, and then she wrestles with the gun gaston has! That was so great to see because you see how desperate belle is to protect the beast because she knows the type of man gaston is and what he can do. 

So at this point the beast is jumping from turret to turret on the castle because he’s trying to get his footing, but everything is falling apart where he lands. That’s when it happens. Belle, who runs to an opening on one of the turrets, looks out and see’s the beast almost fall and she screams “No!” and the beast stops, whispers “belle?” and looks over and there she is. She’s wearing her white under garments and against the darkness, she sticks out, the light of hope and love that the beast thought he had lost. 

He then jumps up to another turret and it’s this shot that I adore

“Belle!” he screams and it shoots back to her face and she looks so relived that he’s ok, “You came back!” and EVERY TIME I see this movie (i’ve seen it like…5 times…maybe more) I get goosebumps at that line. The way that Dan delivers his performance as the beast is fantastic. Belle then screams that she tried to stop the villagers from coming, but the beast is all focused on belle. “Stay there! I’m coming!” and he has this focus on belle, he’s completely forgotten about gaston, he just needs to get to belle, to see belle, to be with her again. 

Fast forward a bit and the beast has this great line when he’s holding gaston over the edge, “I am NOT a beast” and then it quickly shoots to belle who gets this watery smile on her face, and the beast yells to gaston to leave. And the beast is getting ready to jump over to belle and she’s all panicked, “no! it’s too far!” so worried about him, and he does make the jump, pulling himself up and then they stare at one another and it’s a moment of peace because finally they are back together. 

BAM. Gaston shoots the beast and belle quickly runs over to him and is trying so hard to get him out of harms way but he’s too heavy and he’s too hurt to move on his own, and she’s so desperate. Calling for gaston to stop, trying to pull the beast, “come on!” she says at one point (caught this on my 3rd viewing, she sounds so scared and desperate as she tries to get him to safety) and then gaston shoots the beast AGAIN and he tumbles out of belle’s arms and she runs to him. 

Yes, the end exchange between them is quick. But, for me, that makes sense. The beast has been shot 3 times in the back and had been hit multiple times. It would make sense that he is dying faster in this version. That was something that always bothered me in the animated version (which i love and adore mind you) because…he gets stabbed in the side. And maybe he gets hit in a vital organ, I don’t know. But he gets stabbed with this little knife (after an arrow to the leg and being hit a few times) and just dies on the spot. It’s an animated movie of course, so things will differ because of our suspension of disbelief. 

Am I saying one is better then the other? No, because I love both movies. I love them for all their similarities and their smaller differences. Some tweaks I like more in the live action movie, and some things I like more in the animated. But for me, both these movies are pure magic. 

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Originally posted by sensuous

Jeff X Reader

“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”

“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”

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sentence starters.

  • it’s just a myth, isn’t it? 
  • that is where you’d be wrong. 
  • impossible, you say?
  • i’ll take your questions now. 
  • don’t let it happen again! 
  • well, this is it. i am finally getting out of the dungeon. 
  • they can’t do this to me! 
  • i swear, he gets crazier every year. 
  • if i ever hear that word again, i’ll step in front of a bus!
  • i have new evidence that– 
  • we depend on you. 
  • you have a lot of potential. don’t throw it all away chasing fairytales. 
  • i can prove it exists! 
  • how did you get in here? 
  • i came down the chimney. ho, ho, ho. 
  • i’m acting on behalf of my employer who has a most intriguing proposition for you. 
  • are we clear? 
  • relax. he doesn’t bite… often. 
  • join me in a little yoga? 
  • he was crazy as a fruit bat, he was. 
  • he knew how much i liked my privacy.
  • i keep a low profile. 
  • he said if anything were to happen to him, i should give it to you when you were ready. 
  • i wasn’t born yesterday, son. 
  • yeah, looks like gibberish to me. 
  • it’s not gibberish to me.
  • i will make them believe. 
  • this is exactly what i wanted to hear. 
  • i am a man who keeps his word. 
  • i’m going to the afterlife with a clear conscience. 
  • if i could bring back just one shred of proof… that’d be enough for me.
  • don’t like to leave loose ends. 
  • i’m your man – you will not regret this! 
  • boy i am so excited, i can’t even hold it in! 
  • what in the cockadoodle is cilantro? 
  • i got your four basic food groups – beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard! 
  • alright, cowboy. pack it up and move it out. 
  • if you’re looking for the pony rides, they’re back there. 
  • you dropped your dynamite. 
  • what else have you, uh, got in there? 
  • when you settle a bet, you settle a bet. 
  • he always believed you couldn’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge. 
  • this should be enriching for all of us.
  • you ask too many questions. 
  • do not be such a crybaby. 
  • now tell me your story, my little friend.
  • what have i told you about playing nice with the other kids?
  • i used to take lunch money from guys like this.
  • hard to believe he’s still single.
  • do you want to do my job? be my guest.
  • we’re getting killed out here!
  • we have a crisis on our hands. 
  • we’ve been up this particular creek before… and we’ve always come through, paddle or no paddle. 
  • from here on in, everyone pulls double duty.
  • looks like all our chances for survival rest with you. 
  • we’re all gonna die. 
  • put out that cigarette.
  • you didn’t just drink that, did you?
  • don’t move. don’t breathe. don’t do anything, except pray maybe.
  • you’re so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you’d look like a zipper. 
  • we’ve been pretty tough on the kid. what do you say we cut him some slack? 
  • don’t you ever close that book?
  • relax. we don’t get paid overtime.
  • sometimes i get a little carried away.
  • i guess i’m still a little rusty at this.
  • and now i’m telling you, you don’t wanna know.
  • i’m gonna kill him.
  • go back to bed.
  • alright, who’s not dead?
  • now don’t everybody jump up at once.
  • you really came through.they can smell fear just by looking at you.
  • about time someone hit him.
  • we come in peace.
  • someone’s having a good time. 
  • he’s like a kid at christmas.
  • this changes everything. 
  • this changes nothing.
  • your journey has been in vain.
  • a thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.
  • we were once a great people. now we live in ruins.
  • the kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.
  • our way of life is dying.
  • someone needs to talk to her. someone with good people skills.
  • i have some questions for you and you are not leaving this city until they are answered.
  • you are a scholar, are you not? judging from your diminished physique and large forehead, you are suited for nothing else.
  • you got another question for me?
  • that’s what i do, that’s my job.
  • such knowledge has been lost to us.
  • how was my accent?
  • that’s an easy thing to miss.
  • i just wish he could be standing here with me.
  • we are not thriving. true, our people live, but our culture is dying.
  • we are like a stone the ocean beats against. with each passing year, a little more of us is worn away.
  • i have brought you to this place to ask you for your help.
  • you do swim, do you not?
  • why don’t you lead the way because i have no idea where we’re going.
  • what’s… what’s with all the guns? 
  • i am such an idiot. 
  • this is just another treasure hunt for you.
  • i would’ve told you sooner but it was strictly on a need-to-know-basis… and, well. now you know.
  • i had to be sure you were one of us. 
  • i’m no mercenary. 
  • mercenary? i prefer the term “adventure capitalist”.
  • you don’t know what you’re tampering with.
  • you take that away, and they’ll die.
  • if you gave back every stolen artefact from a museum, you’d be left with an empty building. 
  • we’re just providing a necessary service to the archeological community.
  • i’ve got to admit, i’m disappointed.
  • for once, do the smart thing. 
  • i really hate it when negotiations go sour.
  • tell them to drop their weapons now!
  • you’re not applying yourself.
  • i’d suggest you put a bandage of that bleeding heart of yours.
  • you don’t have the slightest idea what this power of capable of.
  • why don’t you translate and i’ll wave the gun around.
  • no don’t! don’t touch her!
  • but that’s what it’s all about, right? money.
  • you’ve read darwin. it’s called natural selection. we’re just helping it along.
  • we’re all going to die. 
  • this is wrong and you know it.
  • we’re this close to our biggest payday ever and you pick now of all times to grow a conscience?!
  • we’ve done a lot of things we’re not proud of, but nobody got hurt.
  • i followed you in, and i’ll follow you out.
  • well, i think we’ve seen how effective my decisions have been.
  • it’s been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.
  • i didn’t say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing to do.
  • we better make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.
  • bring jerky and ammo.
  • i love it when i win.
  • don’t get shot.
  • you told me he only had guns!
  • less talk, more saw.
  • looks like somebody’s working overtime.
  • i really wish i had a better idea than this.
  • you said we were in this together!
  • well, i have to hand it to you. you’re a bigger pain in the neck than i would have ever though possible. 
  • it takes a lot to get under my skin, but congratulations. you just won the solid gold kewpie doll.
  • if we don’t get out of here, we’ll die.
  • i only wish there was more we could do for you.
  • i don’t think the world needs another hero. 
  • i hear there’s an opening down here for an expert in gibberish.
  • you take good care of yourself.
  • let me get this straight… you didn’t find anything?
  • i’m going to miss that boy.
  • i hope this piece of proof is enough for you.
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Reader x Klaus Mikaelson

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested smut

Imagine: Klaus is overwhelmed with everything that is happening on his life, so he leaves you all alone to work some stuff out. Then, when he comes back, he finds you playing with yourself and decides to punish you in the best way he knows.

Word Count: 2144

A/N: may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written, so I hope you enjoy it. :)

“Klaus, wait!” You said as he stood up, leaving the bed. “Don’t go just now.”

The Mikaelson had been absent for the past few weeks and you could not blame him for that. With all his family problems, such as Mikael and Esther coming back to life, alongside his brothers Kol and Finn, and adjusting to his newborn baby daughter Hope, eh, you felt like you had no right to push him over the edge. Ask more than what Niklaus was giving you. Loneliness was a bitch, though.

“I have to, love.” The hybrid simply replied, a grin on his face. “You know I need to take care of a few things.”

You nodded, lowering your eyesight and sighing.

“Yeah, I know.”

“I promise it will not take long.”

“That’s okay, Nik, I get it.” You bit your lip.

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For catharsis reasons and because I had feelings that compelled me to let them out.

Rated T | 1.67k

All my love to @winterbythesea for looking this over for me. You are aces. <3


It happens like this.

She is running, her heart pounding, her breath a stab in her throat as she sees the Nautilus breach by the dock. When it steadies, she sees people start to come out of the little door on the top, stepping onto the landing bay and starting to make their way up the stairs. Little dots of people from this distance and yet she is already searching for him.

She gets close enough to make out that Jasmine stands beside the door when she sees him. His hair first, black and messy and matted down to his scalp as he begins to appear from the door of the Nautilus. His eyes next, brow furrowed and eyes looking down as he tries to watch his step on the ladder. Mouth next, twisted into a grimace and already her heart is shouting for her to smooth his brow, to kiss his scowl away.

But he is too far away yet and she is running as fast as she can.

His shoulders only pop out for a moment before he disappears altogether, his shout of pain audible to her even as she is still too far to hold him. But then Jasmine reaches down and takes his hand, starting the whole process again.

Hair, eyes, lips, shoulders.

She takes the stairs down two at a time, pushing through other crew members making their way up.

He comes up once more and this time, she is there when his feet touch the ground. His weight on one foot while the other is bent at the knee, hanging in the air as he leans on Jasmine to stay standing, his eyes still down as he tries not to lose his balance again.

Her steps slow now, her frantic running slowing to a stumbling walk before stopping altogether. He hasn’t seen her yet and she takes a moment to breathe, to steady herself before she collapses on the wood beneath her. But her heart knows no reason, thumping through her veins as her breath shudders through her.

“Killian?”

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Five Hundred Words *Jughead Jones x Reader*

Originally posted by imaginationworlds

Prompt: “Wait where is my homework?” 
“You did your homework?”
“…”
“Oh, yeah, right. I didn’t!”

Note:- This is my first, ever, try at writing Jughead, so, forgive me if I suck at this. I left the ending open for a possible second part, depending on if I am good at this and I get a good response, then I’ll write the second part. - Ro



You didn’t quite remember how the hanging out started, it sort of, just happened. No words were exchanged the first few times, it was comfortable silence and that’s really what you both like about one another; the silence. The easy and relaxing silence. The no need for useless conversation or forced interactions. He would be immersed in his writing, fingers typing quickly, and skillfully on the keyboard. Writing his inner thoughts and the town’s deepest secrets. You would be reading or drawing, little doodles of random things.

That’s why Jughead likes you. He doesn’t have to interact in order to be around you, he doesn’t have to speak or really listen, he just has to be there and you’re happy. It makes writing his novel easier, he doesn’t have to stop and talk or answer questions; he can just write and get on with it. That’s thing, though, he doesn’t have to, but then sometimes he wants to. Lately, he has started up conversations, it’s never normally lengthy or immersive but it’s little chats.

He’d ask about your drawings, mostly. You seemed more comfortable talking about your art than yourself, he noticed how twitchy you got when the topic of home or family was brought up, how you would smoothly transition to something else. After a few attempts, he eventually stopped asking, knowing how he’d hate it if someone kept pushing him on his predicament with “home” and “family”.

When you talked about your drawings, sketches and sometimes watercolours, you were a different person. The normal, reserved, shy and slightly weird girl was replaced with this passionate, smiley and confident girl. You carried a small sketchbook with you, everywhere, it was to jot down any muse you suddenly got. You never let anyone see the sketchbook, Jug, had a few glimpses but that’s about it. Like, everyone else, he only had the pleasure of seeing your art when it was fully done and on canvas or parchment paper. He understood that perfectionist of his writing, he doesn’t like when people ask to look at his stuff when it’s not 100% proofed for it.

Of course, he laughed at the cliche you two. The writer and the painter, two artists, who have broken souls and view the world through a warped, tinted window. You showing your view through illustration, graceful paint or pencil strokes, capturing the world in a still. And him, through the art of words, his view laid out and written down in carefully, constructed sentences. Two people who create, who are outsiders due to their lack of social skills, and yet, have found redemption of this by socialising with one another.

He usually hated cliches but he overlooked this one, just this once.

So, here you both are in the corner booth, as usual, at Pop’s. Two milkshakes in front of you, one chocolate and the other strawberry. Him with his laptop open, fingers typing down his recent findings of the murder mystery that haunted your pitiful town of, Riverdale. And you, red leather bound sketchbook open, two blank pages facing you. Pencil in your right hand as you stared out of the window, it was raining, making the window mist up.

Letting out a small, gentle sigh, you glance over to Jughead and watch him type for a few minutes. His raven hair that was peeking out from under the unique beanie, curled and fell into his face, he was too in his ‘zone’ to sweep it away. His green eyes swept across the screen, focus and determination behind them.

It was creeping late into the evening, you’d have to get going soon, you always hated leaving for some reason. You closed your sketchbook and opened your study books, frowning seeing no notes, or even your finished homework. That was extremely odd, you had math and science, where the hell was it? You’ve been at Pop’s since school ended.

“You going?” Jughead’s voice rang out. His eyes still glued to his screen, excessive typing but he knew whenever you shut your sketchbook it was home time.

You didn’t answer as you flipped through the many, blank, pages of the study. “Wait. Where’s my homework?” You asked with annoyance, looking around the table irritably.

“You did your homework?” Jughead raised his eyebrows, actually looking over the lid of his laptop to you, shock evident in his voice.

You both stared at one another, him not believing you had done it, whilst you were dead certain you did. Jughead’s mouth curved up into a smirk as realisation dawned on you, you didn’t do your homework, in fact, you didn’t do anything but sit in Pop’s drinking your milkshake.

“Oh, yeah, right. I didn’t!” You frowned and closed your books, Jughead could sense something was wrong but didn’t know if you wanted to talk or just suffer in silence, as usual. “But, yeah, I should get going home.” You shrugged lightly, an indication that you were fine.

He nodded, “Alright. I’m gonna use the restroom, then I’ll walk you home,” you chuckled at Jughead. “A killer is walking around, what type of person would I be if I just let you walk home alone,” you had to nod in agreement as he stood up and walked out of sight.

The weird feeling erupted in your stomach, you got this whenever you were alone with Jughead but it would simmer away, although it always came back when he offered to walk you home. It was weird, Jughead always walked you home, it was nothing new but yet, it was affecting you. You couldn’t possibly have a crush on Jughead, right? No, he’s your friend, you’d say best friend almost. Although, it’s rational, to develop a crush. You see and spend time with him every day, he’s like you and attractive.

He seemed to like your company. Jughead doesn’t tolerate anyone, if he has a problem or doesn’t like someone, they usually know about it. Hence the argument he had with Archie, his former best friend, who in which is trying to make amends with. So, obviously, he must like you to a degree, especially to spend every day with you! Going by all previous conversations, which are a handful you doubt that you or Jug would say anything to one another about feelings.

Noticing his open laptop an idea popped into your head. You were never, ever, this forward. Was this even being forward? You had to work fast.

When Jughead came back he closed his laptop and placed it neatly in his bag, offering a half smile and you got out of the booth, knowing full well that when he was at his place he’d see what you left. You only hoped that your act of regretful confidence would work out.

You had small chatter along the way, you complained about the weather, you hated when it rained it always shone through in your art. You don’t know what it is but the gloomy weather always made your muse a little dreary; you hated those pieces, yet the darker ones were often, Jughead’s favourite to look at when they were done. When you reached your home, you sighed at the parked cars, your parents are home; never good, especially when they’re home together.

“Night, Juggers,” You nudged his shoulder and he rolled his eyes at the nickname, it accumulated over milkshakes a few weeks back.

“Night, Y/N, meet at Pop’s for breakfast?” He asked already walking back towards the diner, he stayed there until closing, something, Pop, himself told you.  

You chuckled, “Sure.” Before walking into your house, as soon as, you opened the door you heard the yelling and sighed lightly before stalking towards your room.

Jughead, sat back in the booth, requesting a coffee as he opened his laptop once more. Keen to get this final thought down before it drifted away, only something caught his eye. A file on his desktop sat, titled ‘Read Me’, he opened it and skimmed through the document. 

Out of the five hundred words written, he only managed to comprehend the ones saying you liked him. A lot of the words were sentences of “I’m not good with words like you are.”, it made him chuckle. He frowned, normally people doing anything remotely related to feelings towards him would repulse him, yet you? It made him feel at ease. 

Five hundred words and he feels a weight lifted off of him and he didn’t know why. Well, he knew why but he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it to himself! 

(God, this probably sucks. I am sorry if I wrote him wrong, I tried. At least, I tried, right? Let me know if I should do a part two, I am taking on Jughead and Archie requests, so feel free to leave an idea for me to write. - Ro) 
I didn’t tag because I have no idea if any of my taggers like Riverdale. 

If I do a part two, let me know by commenting on this if you wanna be tagged for it.

Rye & Lies

Originally posted by gotjimin

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst & Smut
Word count: 3,592

Summary: You don’t know his name and he doesn’t know yours but in this moment you could care less. He was gorgeous and you were desperate to be touched.

A/N: Let’s not talk about the title, okay. I’m not good with titles.
SURPRISE ! Here’s a Hoseok smut that no one asked for except for me!! Because that man is making me feel some type of way even more so than usual. 


He believed you didn’t know.

Thought he was sly and a good liar. That you were oblivious and naïve to everything that was happening behind your back.

But you knew.

You could smell her on the collar of his dress shirts when he’d draw you into his chest. Taste the flavour of her lipstick that lingered on his lips.

He hid a smile full of secrets behind the rim of his coffee cup when he replayed the way her body felt beneath his fingers. Thoughts of her occupied his mind from morning to night and with each new memory of her; ones of you faded away.  

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Kill Zone - Part 1: Better Left Alone

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Sam Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak,  Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Rowena Coven,   

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Mention of character deaths, Mention of murder, slight violence,  

Word Count: 4500ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical terms: 

Surrogate: A replacement for someone in the killer’s life.

Unsub: Unknown Subject aka the Killer.

MASTERLIST

You sipped your coffee as you went over the case files again. You hadn’t seen your friend for a long time, and honestly you felt a little shitty asking him for a favor like this. It was something you would have to live with though. If this Dean Winchester guy could help you pinpoint the location the kill shots steamed from, then maybe you could actually make some headway in this case before a 3rd victim turned up. Ella McKenzie had turned up 7 weeks ago, and Cindy Stevenson, 3 weeks ago. If the unsub was sticking to that pattern, it didn’t give you and Cas a whole lot of time to find him before another girl went missing.

You were deep in thought, reading the coroner’s reports over and over again, as well as the initial police reports, searching for any possible link between these two women. You were so far away in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice the 6’4” man smiling at you from the doorway. You didn’t hear him approach you, and he didn’t make himself known to you before he was leaning down over your chair half whispering, half talking into your ear.

“Looking good G-woman.”

You nearly jumped of the chair, your hand instinctively flying to your gun, as your eyes finally landed on the long-haired man, holding his hands up defensively before him with a huge grin on his face.

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Reggie x Reader: “Can I get extra credit for this?”

Warnings: mild swearing (1 word)
Requested: yes

*your POV*

I headed to 5th period drama when I bumped into my dramatic love interest, Archie Andrews.

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Monsta X Reaction to: Being on a Date & Their GF Getting Surrounded by Flirtatious Men

Hello! :D Can I request a Monsta X reaction when they are on a date with their gf, they leave her to go somewhere and when they return (minutes later), about 3-5 men are flirting with her? She is confused as hell. :D Thank you!


Shownu: Rejoins you and sits for while, unsure of what to do. The guys act as if they can’t see him and he knows they must understand he’s your boyfriend. Yet why haven’t they left?

“Excuse me,” he tries to say, but they keep talking.

He clears his throat. “Excuse me. Sorry to bother you but we’re on a date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.” He’s so polite and his voice so soft, that they simply laugh at him. His take charge instincts kick in and he stands, towering over them both height and build wise. “I’ll repeat myself one more time but I won’t say this again. We’re on a date. I’d like it if you all left.”

Originally posted by xhownu

Wonho: Tries to use his physique to his advantage, knowing that muscles can seem intimidating. While flexing for all he’s worth, he’ll approach and ask you;

“Baby, is there a problem?”

Originally posted by thot-el

Minhyuk: He feels kind of bad for the men. Obviously, they have good taste but unfortunately for them, you’re taken. He doesn’t want to start a fight so he approaches them calmly, yet firmly tells them;

“Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt! But my girlfriend and I are busy on our date so I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun: Smol but fierce. He’ll march up, ready to Fight™ and doesn’t even let the men speak before he tells them;

“I have one thing to say … You have five seconds to get out of here. Or else I’m ringing the police. Do you know who I am? No one will believe the word of a thug over an idols. It’s in your best interest to leave right now.”

Originally posted by kihqun

Hyungwon: He’ll be immediately suspicious of them, once he sees that they’ve crowded around you. He’ll slip in beside you, giving them all a scathing smile.

“Ah, (Y/N), do you know these men? If not, they really shouldn’t be here disturbing our date, should they?” Makes smart remarks and shoots dirty looks until they decide to leave.

Originally posted by hyungvon

Jooheon: His natural facial expression can look scary so the men are immediately put off when he approaches and slings an arm over your shoulder. They make an excuse and run off. With them gone, a dimpled smile breaks out on his face.

“I’m not surprised they ran away! I was a tiger in my previous life, you know!”

Originally posted by imjooheon

I.M: His eyes look dark and murderous. But he’d rather not start a scene. Instead, he forces a smile and wraps you in his arms. “Babe, who are these guys?” If they don’t get the hint or start becoming aggressive, his words will turn harsh and he’ll drag you away.

“You were ‘keeping her busy?’ Is that a new way of saying ‘being creeps’?”

Originally posted by lim-changkyun

anonymous asked:

Do you think Even leaves Isak drawings randomly under his pillow to surprise him when he wakes up?

Do you think?

DO YOU THINK? 

oh my dear sweet precious anon, not only does Even leave drawings under Isak’s pillow, but he’ll hide them in Isak’s science book when he knows he has a big test that day. a drawing of Isak winning the Nobel prize and Even cheering him on in the crowd with the caption “You are the smartest boy I know. You have got this <3″ 

he’ll stick one on the bathroom mirror, one of him eating pancakes with whip cream all over his face, the caption reads “You have been showering for 40 minutes, your breakfast is getting cold” 

When Isak goes to visit his mum and dad, Even will slip one in his jacket, just a sweet one of them, smiling and in love, his arms are around Even and the caption reads “I am your family too. Don’t forget that <3″ 

and it will be just the thing to make Isak feel less stressed and warm inside, ready to do anything because he knows Even is there ready to make him feel loved and safe. 

so yeah you can say Even still leaves drawings under his pillow my love <3 

lightshesaid  asked:

3 sentences: Shiro/Ulaz, Ulaz being protective :>

i am doing a thing

Hunk kicks open the last cell door in the row, and nearly collapses with relief. “I’ve found them.” He says over the comms. He steps into the shadowed cell, and immediately jerks back when Ulaz whirls around and snaps at him. With his teeth.

“Woah. Woah.” He holsters his bayard and raises his hands. “It’s me.”

Ulaz backs away, but his hackles are still raised. “I apologize.” He says. His voice is low and rough. “They keep coming for him.”

Hunk glances behind Ulaz, to where Shiro is propped up in the corner. His leg is splayed out at an angle that make Hunk’s stomach turn. Hunk takes a step towards him, and Ulaz growls, low in his throat.

“…Uh. Ulaz?”

Ulaz stares at him for a moment, then seems to shake it off. “I apologize. It has been difficult to find the time to sleep.”

Hunk pauses. “You haven’t slept in three days?” He looks Ulaz up and down, takes in the shadows under his eyes, the matted mess of his hair, the way his yellow eyes have dulled somewhat. For Shiro. Ulaz did this for Shiro.

“They keep coming for him.” Ulaz repeats, swaying on his feet, and Hunk’s heart clenches. “I believe it would be best to leave now.”

“Yeah.”

Ulaz goes over to kneel down beside Shiro. Hunk watches apprehensively.

“Maybe I should carry him.”

“No.” Ulaz says. He runs a gentle thumb across Shiro’s lips, and Shiro’s eyes drift open. They immediately focus on Ulaz, and he whines, low in his throat. “We are leaving.” Ulaz murmurs. “I am going to pick you up. It will hurt.”

Shiro nods, slowly. Ulaz shifts, and Hunk can’t see Shiro’s face around his broad back. He hears Shiro whine, though, and the sound of a bitten-off gasp as Ulaz lifts him into his arms.

Ulaz turns to Hunk with Shiro tucked into his arms. “We are ready.”

Hunk takes a second to look at them. He’s never seen Shiro look so small. “Okay.” He unholsters his bayard. “Let’s go.”

bagofgroceries  asked:

Dearn Seanan, I met you a year? Or two? ago at a convention in Dallas. I have the tattoo of An Artificial Night on my leg, you took a picture with me after the Q&A, you helped me with my lipstick before taking a picture with me, gave me a hug after you noticed how close I was to having an anxiety attack. I could see in your face you knew the man with me was the cause in the way he talked to me & it obviously angered you. I want you to know on Saturday I am finally leaving him. (1)

“(2) thank you so much for  caring about a stranger, it’s been a long time and I lost the picture due to a phone issue but it meant so much to me and was evidence that I couldn’t ignore about him. I will have a friend with me to help me stay the course, along with my father and two military uncles out front listening in case he lays his hands on me or her. I’m scared, but I’m also hopeful and so ready.”

I am so fucking proud of you.  Like, genuinely and utterly proud of you.  That is not an easy thing to do, and it is going to make your life so much better.

The next time I’m in Dallas, please, please come and get another hug, and another picture.  This time one you can remember joyfully.

So proud of you.

CAUGHT OUT; Luke Hemmings Imagine..

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends with benefits for a while but what happens when someone catches them out?!

Words; 1.7k 

Message me if you want a Part 2 of this!!

Part 1 

“Hey Y/N” i heard from behind me

i was just getting out of my car when i heard a voice

It was Luke

“Hi Luke” i said back to him

I couldn’t help but think about last night, the way his hands were on me and the feel of his lips..

but i have to remember we are at school..

“I want to show you something after school” he said

Really? Again..

can’t he go without sex for one day?

My leg’s still hurt

“ don’t you have practice?” i asked

I hope he has plans, i don’t think my body can deal with another orgasm..

he smiled and leaned against his truck and said “ I don’t have practice today?”

i could feel my heart beat faster and faster

maybe he just wants to hang out..

Ha Luke hemmings just wants to hang out..that’s a new one

“and what do you want to show me exactly? i’ve already seen your penis?” i smugly said  to him

his smile got bigger and then he said “you will just have to wait and see after school”

and then he was gone

oh my god

i heard the bell go of in school..

great..

I couldn’t help but think of Luke all during break..

i wouldn’t know what you call me and him.. we aren’t exactly friends but we aren’t together

he is sitting with his popular friends.. the footballers and the cheerleaders while i am over here sitting with my girl friends..

i don’t know how it started really..

i was asked to help him study in maths.. of course i denied it but the teacher said he really needed help so i gave in and told her i would do it and before this happened i never really liked Luke, yes hes hot but it’s my friend Hannah who likes him more than me and she couldn’t believe that i got to spend a whole hour after school with him..

It wasn’t until our third study session it happened.

He was pissed of because teachers had been giving him a hard time and he took it out on me which is wasn’t getting away with, i wasn’t the source of his problem and i wasn’t making him my problem

but after he said sorry for the way he talked something changed..

the feeling in the air.. the tension between us and then next thing i remember was our clothes on the ground and Luke pressing me up against the book shelf in the library

that was 3 weeks ago.

we can’t keep away from each other, no matter how hard we try..

our study sessions lead to us in bed or in the back of his car with our clothes off.

nobody knows this.

it wouldn’t matter if someone found out, we are both teenagers having sex there is nothing wrong with that but i’m a private person but i know if my friends found out they wouldn’t be my friends and i will be labelled just another girl on Luke’s list.

When the final bell went i was so happy

i met Hannah by the locker once i got out of my last class

“Did you see Luke today, he looked so hot” she said just as i opened my locker

i rolled my eyes at her, this obsession she has is getting out of hand.

if she likes him so much why can’t she talk to him?

she has nearly every class with him

she is the one person i would hate to find out about me and Luke.

“Did you try to talk to him today?” i asked her

she laughed and said “ Of course i didn’t”

i shook my head at her, she needs to get over this and him

“Oh my god, here he comes” she whispered and then she was silent

i didn’t know what she meant but it didn’t take me long to figure out he was behind me

“Ready for this study session Y/N” i heard Luke say

Hannah had already left, she can’t stand to be any where near him she’s scared in case she says something stupid.. which she probably would

i turned around to look at him, most people had gone home now

so the hall was pretty empty..

“Yes” i repiled with then i closed my locker

i wonder what he want’s to show me

he smirked and then started walking down the hall to the exit

once we got to his car he told me to get in

so it involves us going somewhere…

i got in the car and put my seatbelt on but Luke didn’t start the car just yet

which i found weird

he turned to look at me.. why does he look nervous..

“You know me,Cal and Mickey and Ash have been thinking of starting a band?” he said

i nodded my head and then he continued

“Well we sort have been working on this EP for a while and i want your opinion” Luke said

i was surprised about this

he wants my opinion

i couldn’t help but smile at him

“Okay.. play it” i said to him

he turned his car on and put this CD into the player..

the song started to play and then i heard Cal’s voice

“Back in high school we used to take it slow

Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos

Had a job downtown working the servo

Had me waiting in line couldn’t even let go

‘Cause I never wanna be that guy

Who doesn’t even get a taste

No more having to chase

To win that prize

You’re just a little bit out of my limit

it’s been two years now you haven’t even seen the best of me

And in my mind now I’ve been over this a thousand times

But it’s almost over

Let’s start over

we have been driving for a while”..

(Out of my limit by 5sos)

the song stopped and Luke was quiet

wow i didn’t know he could sing that good and i didn’t know Calum had a voice like that!

they sound so good together

i couldn’t help but feel the butterflys in my stomach

i want to hear it again

“Well…” he said

i looked up at him, he looked nervous

“I loved it” i said to him

he smiled and then he leaned forward and smashed his lips against mine

Our lips pressed together and the kiss started getting deeper, his tounge waited at your lips for permission and i gave it to him.

he pulled me over to his side of the car so you would sit on his lap.

he bit your bottom lip, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he gripped your hips, slowly grinding his hips into yours.

i felt him grow from underneath me so i pulled away

“Luke we are in the school parking lot?” I said to him trying to catch my breath

“I need you” He grinned mischievously before attaching his lips against my neck.

i deep moaned left my mouth and i knew i needed him as well

“Get in the back” Luke said seriously..

i smirked at him and then i climbed into the back, very unlady like

Luke followed behind just as my back pressed against the seat,he smirked as he moved me so i was laying down my head pressed into the door.

it was uncomfortable but when i felt Luke’s lips against my neck it was forgotten about

As you wrapped your arms around his neck,Luke gripped your hips moving you so you were in his lap barely breaking the kiss as he did so.

We broke the kiss off and i pulled his top over his head, my hands moved up his defined torso and onto his shoulders.

he is in such good shape.

You pulled him closer to you, sucking on his neck just above his collar bone, grazing it lightly with your teeth.

I could feel Luke growing even harder against your thigh as he took off your top, throwing it onto the front seat before undoing your jeans.

He pulled them down your legs, leaving kisses on your skin as he did so, before you kicked them off of your ankles.

He took off his own jeans, before doing the same with his boxers.

he is big.

i always forget how big he is..

He moved so i was laying down again,His impressive erection seemed to beg for you as he quickly pulled down your pants, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked looking into my eyes

I couldn’t be more ready, i’m glad there is no foreplay because i am soaking enough and i need him now.

“Yeah..fuck me please..”

Luke smirked at me and then his lips reconnected with my neck and he started sucking hard..

he pushed my legs apart with his hands and then he broke away from my neck

he leaned over and grabbed his jeans and lifted out a silver foil packet, he opened it with his mouth and then he rolled it on himself

“ ready?” he said smirking at me

i nodded my head

He positioned himself at my entrance and thrusted into me

“Fuck…” i moaned

His thumbs lightly pressed into your hips as his wet kisses moved to your breasts, his thrusts becoming harder as he sucked and kissed all over your chest.

As your fingers tugged at his hair, he groaned, reaching down to rub your clit with his thumb.

“Are you close Y/N?” Luke  asked

i couldn’t speak

i have lost my voice

i nodded my head and he smirked

he thrusted harshily into me and i came.

i came so hard.

“Oh my god..” i moaned arching my back of the seat feeling my orgasm take over my body

“Fuck..i’m gonna cum” Luke said

i felt him fill the condom inside me, i clenched around his cock as he released into me letting my orgasm take over my body

Luke pulled out, i tried not the feel sad with the lose of contact as he sat up..

i couldn’t move, i knew i would be sore for a few days

he leaned back on the seat as my legs draped over his naked ones

“Fuck that was good..” Luke said once he got his breath back

i was about to speak when there was a knock at the window

me and Luke both turned to look to see who it was

FUCK!

It was Hannah and Mrs Brandon the Principal

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an imagine in which good ole suggy boy gets a little jealous

Word Count: 1,750

Rating: PG-13

Getting a hey, you busy? text from Jack Maynard was never a good sign. You responded with a no, and he replied back quickly with a plea for video help and an offer of free lunch.

“Hey babe?” You called out across the flat. 

“Yeah?” Joe called back from his office. 

“Do we have any plans for the day? Jack wants help filming over at his.”

“Not really, no. Does he need you like right now? I’ll be done editing in a few hours and I can go with you.” Joe offered, rolling his chair to the doorframe. He seemed a bit off, but you didn’t push it. Joe always told you if something was wrong in his own time.  

“He seemed pretty urgent, I think he wants to upload tonight. I shouldn’t be long, and I should be home for dinner. I can cook if you want!”

“Nah, I’ll cook tonight and film a gaming video while you’re out. Just text me when you get there safe, yeah?” Joe gave you a smile and came over to give you a goodbye kiss before heading back into his office. 

You called an uber and gathered your things, and you were at Jack’s flat before you knew it. You let yourself in, announcing yourself as you entered.

“Y/N!” Jack grinned, coming over and scooping you up in a hug as soon as you were in the doorway. You hugged him back with a laugh. You’d missed him, and the rest of the boys, since it’d been a while since you’d all gone out together.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of catching up, grabbing a quick nandos and setting up everything for the video.

“So what’re we filming today?”

“I wanna do another tinder message video, but I need someone to go through and react to them. Kinda like what Joe and Zoe did, but you give me advice on how to pick up girls as well. And seeing that you’re one of the few females I know that I haven’t actually met on tinder, I wanted you to do it.”

“Oh hell yes, let’s go,” you grinned, already excited. Jack was probably who you were closest with out of all the other boys, so you were excited to finally get a chance to be nosy.

It didn’t take long for the video to get rolling, and you were loving every second of it. It was as if the camera wasn’t there, and you were just helping your mate out, and embarrassing him at any chance you got. You gave him some legitimate advice, talking about all the good things that Joe did as a boyfriend, and how it made your relationship so fun and easy. Filming went smoothly, and you kept him company whilst he edited. He only had one request before you left. 

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