Ugh, what the fuck Igor, if Akechi has had his Persona for year then he must have awoken it when he was like twelve. Who thinks giving a preteen access to the embodiment of his destructive psychic rage is a good idea??
This shit is exactly what would have happened if Ken from P3 had started running around using a Persona without slightly-more-adult supervision.
That poor, tiny child just wanted to be Robin Hood, and then it got all twisted around…
Summary: You lost your favourite pillow and Tom offered to be it for you
Word count: 1018
A/n: Sorry for mistakes and I hope you’ll like it:)
Tom, Harrison, Jacob Harry and I were in the privat plane. We’re going to Singapore for Spider-man premiere. I have never be on plane until Tom’s world premiere tour.
This is my 4th time on air. I’m not as afraid as at the first time, but I still need my pillow. It makes me feel calmer and I can fall asleep faster with it.
Of course, I use my pillow not only on flights. I like hug it during my sleep and I’m so happy that I took it with me.
Now it’s 11pm and I’m too tired, that’s why I prepare for sleep. Pijama already on me, Tom always laughs when I wear it on a airplane, because nobody here do it.
I can’t find my pillow and I feel nervous. Boys playing cards. I don’t want to bother them, but If I don’t find it, I will ask them to help me.
So, I’m trying to find my pillow is about 30 minutes. Where could I left it? It always was with me.
I’m going to ask Tom about my thing. They are sitting on the chair and talking. I stopped in the doorway and just looked at them.
“Hey, love. Something happened?” Tom noticed me first.
"Yeah, I think, I lost my pillow. You know that I can’t sleep without it" I’m sure, now I look like a child.
“Y/n, look” Boys looked at us “You can try to sleep without your pillow? Maybe, you can do it”
I made a deep breath and understood, that Tom can’t help me. Shit. Were I could left my pillow?! "If you want, I can go sleep with you" said Tom with a little smile on his face. I like this idea.
"You’ll be my pillow" after this, boys started laughing and Tom kissed me.
“So, can we go guys?” He looked at Haz and Jacob. They pretended as though they discussed this issue and after a couple seconds said yes.
“Good night sweet couple” Harrison dicided to laugh at us.
“Shut up Haz” Tom turned around to him and showed the middle finger.
“Don’t forget to use condoms!” I blushed and tried not to look at my boyfriend. Of course, we had sex, but for me it’s still embarrassingly.
“Oh, guys! Can you just be quiet?” Tom looked at them and without letingt them tell anything, closed the door of our little room.
“Stupid guys” Tom laughed, turned his arms around my waist and his lips met mine.
“I think, we shouldn’t even try to do that” I looked at my boyfriend. I’m sure, that’s impossible to sleep without my pillow. I use it scince I was 9.
“Nothing wrong will happen, If you just try to fall asleep. Y/n, I’ll be with you, as you said, I’ll be your pillow” He looked at me with tenderness.
“Okay, let’s try. But I don’t promise” I looked at Tom, who already fell down on the bed.
“Just come to me” He rolled his eyes and pulled me to him. “Don’t tell anything, relax"
We crossed our legs and I layed on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and breath. That made me to relax and close eyes.
"Are you sleeping?” Whispered Tom.
“I just relaxed… maybe, you are a good pillow” I heard how he gave a chuckle. My eyes were still closed.
“I’m better than your pillow” Now that was my turn to chuckle “I love your pijama. This monkeys are funny” My face became red, I forgot about my pijama. This one is my new. I bout it before our flight and this is the first time I wear it.
“I like my pijama too” I made a deep breath and tried to fall asleep.
Surpricely, I was already sleeping after five minutes. I felt more comfortable with Tom. Of course, he is warm, soft and… he’s Tom. That’s enough.
When I woke up, Holland still slept and I decided not to bother him. Where is my toothbrush?
As I remember, it should be in my bag, which in the top-drawer. I tried to go as quiet as possible, because everyone is still sleeping.
So, when I came to top-drawer and opened it, I found… my pillow!
I would never put it here. Wait… Is this Tom did?! I’m not sure, but the one who could do this is Tom. Guys wouldn’t risk, because they know that with me, jokes are bad.
“Tom fucking Holland. You are dead.” I whispered and came back to our place.
I’m not mad at him, but the fact, that he did it…
I decided to take a revenge and beat him by my pillow, then jump on him. Of course, I’m not an elephant, but also not a feather.
So, when I did this, Tom groaned with pain and tried to throw me off. I laughed and kissed him.
“You are a little asshole Tomas, you know?"
"Okay, okay, I give up. Just stand up from me” His voice was hoarse.
“Why did you do that?” I asked and rolled onto the bed.
“I… fuck,” he closed his eyes “I was jealous” I started laughing loudly.
“You were jealous about my pillow? Tomas Stanley Holland, you are my boyfriend and I even couldn’t imagine that you, hot and cute guy will be jaelous about my pillow!” I couldn’t stop laughing.
“You sleep with it every night and I can’t even hug you, because you hug this shitty pillow. I hate it” He looks so cute when he’s angry. I completly stopped laughind and just stared at him with love.
“I love you” He looked at you surprisly.
“If you want it, I’ll try to get used to sleep without my favourite pillow. But instead of it, you’ll be my pilliow and… I think you’ll be better"
Now was Tom’s turn to smile and laugh. He pulled you to him and kissed tenderly.
"Oh-h, I’m sure, I’ll be more than better” He kissed me again.
Kamigami no Asobi AU where everything is the same but Thoth’s shirt gets unbuttoned one by one as each episode passes. By the end of the anime, he transforms into his god form (along with Anubis) but makes no effort to help out.
A/N: Well this was loads of fun to write. Especially the end because damn, the cumberbutt gets me every time. A huge thanks to @duskybatfishgirl for providing me with this post that inspired me profoundly, lol. Also, this week I might be slower on updates because of a few upcoming exams, but I promise I’ll make an effort. Just be patient, you guys, because a lot of good stuff is coming up ;D
Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch: Flashing Lights. I loved this fic. I was wondering if you could to do another one like it. But Benedict is going on the graham Norton show to promote Sherlock. And the reader is the surprise guest.
Summary: My version of how season 7 should open. Set in the future during a time of peace in Storybrooke, Emma and Killian are living a blissfully happy life with their seven year old twins. But this is still Storybrooke. And things can change in the blink of an eye.
Note: Thank you for the responses to ‘Never Stop Fighting’. Since Emma is only guaranteed to be back for one episode, we know that CS will have to be separated somehow. Given what we know so far, this is how I would like things to go in the season premiere. Oh and there is no mention of Henry in this because I’m still trying to wrap my mind around how that whole thing is going to work and what exactly will happen to him in the future. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…Forever Yours: Part 1/1…
Killian came up behind his wife, as she stood at the stove making pancakes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled his nose into her neck.
“Something smells delicious,” he muttered.
Emma giggled as his lips moved to her neck.
“Don’t start,” she warned. “The kids are already up and in the living room.”
“What?” he asked, nibbling on her ear. “I was talking about the pancakes.”
“Sure you were,” she replied with a laugh.
Emma spun around in her husband’s arms and snaked hers around his neck. His lips came crashing into hers, his tongue quickly diving into her mouth. He pulled her body up against his, as Emma threaded her fingers through his hair.
“We can’t,” Emma breathed before kissing him again.
Killian reached behind her and turned the stove off, as his lips moved down her throat to her chest.
“Perhaps if we are quiet, we can make it up to our bedroom and the children will simply think we are still asleep.”
Emma squeezed her eyes closed, as she held his head to her skin.
“Only one problem with that: they already saw me making the pancakes.”
Killian pulled her robe back a bit with his hook and kissed her shoulder.
“We can think of an excuse for our disappearance later then,” he said.
His lips moved back to hers for a quick kiss and then he grabbed her hand, leading her to the stairs.
“Let go!” Leia screamed.
“You let go!” Liam yelled.
“MOM! DAD!” they both bellowed.
Killian and Emma stopped dead in their tracks, mere feet from the stairs.
“Bloody hell. They must have inherited their grandmother’s terrible timing,” Killian mumbled. “Why did we decide to have children again?”
Emma laughed, as she kissed his cheek. “Because we wanted to share our love and watch it grow everyday.”
Her husband bobbed his head, as he placed a kiss to her forehead.
“Aye, that’s right. Sometime I forget.”
“Come on,” Emma said, as she dragged him to the living room.
You shivered, looking down the darkening street, people
pushing past you on the busy street, waiting to see if he was going to show up.
You sighed when you looked at your watch; 7:36. Maybe you were dumb for
waiting; he hadn’t even gotten your phone number. All you knew was his name.
You pulled your jacket tighter around your shoulders, tucking your hair behind
your ear. You took a step forward, ready to go home, when you heard his voice
“(Y/N)! You’re still here.” he said, his breathing heavy;
clearly having jogged to get here. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
“Hey, Brady.” you smiled; thankful you hadn’t been stood up.
“It’s good to see you.”
“I’m glad you came.” he replied; his mouth pulling into the
most beautiful smile you had ever seen. The butterflies in your stomach
fluttered. “I should have gotten your phone number when I bumped into you
earlier, I was… I don’t know what I was thinking.” he said, shaking his head.
“Are you ready?” you asked, extending his elbow to you.
You nodded, slipping your arm through his. The fabric of his
shirt was soft beneath your fingers, his muscles prominent, even beneath the long-sleeved
shirt he was wearing. “Where are we going?” you asked; taking in street signs
as he led you down the bustling streets.
“MSG.” he said, smiling down at you.
“The entrance is a block that way.” you said, confused, pointing
in the direction from which you had just come.
“Not the player entrance.” he replied, pulling you further
down the street.
You rolled your eyes. You had known who he was when he
approached you in the bookstore you were working at. Making some excuse about
finding a great book for his mom for her birthday. You didn’t care that he
played hockey; in fact, as a figure skater, you had tried to avoid hockey boys
most of your life. But he was cute, he was nice, and had even bought the book
you recommended. Now here he was, ready to use his influence and fame to offer
you a once in a lifetime date. You were impressed, but also wary; hoping he
wasn’t already throwing grand gestures at you to impress you; or worse, just to
get in your pants.
You rounded the side of MSG; disentangling your arms, Brady
pulled a key card from his wallet, sliding it through the reader by the door.
He pulled you down the corridor, past the locker rooms, stopping in front of
the skate rental stand. He hopped over the counter, pulling down a pair of
skates for himself, coming back to the counter to face you. “Size?”
“Size 7.” you told him, watching as he turned behind one row
of hockey skates. “Figure skates, please.” you called after him. He stood,
scoffing at you before walking to the next row, pulling a pair of figure skates
off the rack.
“Figure skates, huh?” he asked suspiciously. “They’re so
much harder than hockey skates.”
“I think I’ll manage.” you said, walking to one of the
benches that lined the walls, slipping off your own shoes and sliding the
“You ever been skating before?” he asked.
“Yeah.” you nodded, tightening your laces. “Have you?” you
teased watching as his fingers expertly tugged at his own laces. He rolled his
eyes, smirking at you as he watched you.
“Ready?” he asked, a few minutes later, rising to his feet.
“Yep.” you replied, rising to meet him.
The two of you walked down to the Zamboni entrance, stopping
as Brady stopped to pull the large door open. He stepped onto the ice, turning
to face you. “Careful when you step on the ice.” he instructed. “Wanna hold my
hand?” he asked.
You shook your head, hopping onto the ice and taking a few
soft strides forward before quickly turning, skating backwards towards center
ice. You rolled your eyes as you turned into a double loop, just waiting to see
how Brady would react.
The laughter bubbled out of you when you turned back to
Brady, taking in his stunned expression. As you skated closer you saw his own
smile had fallen a bit, insecurity behind his brown eyes.
“You already know how to skate?” he asked as you came to a
graceful stop in front of him.
“I’ve been figure skating since I was 4.” you said, cocking
your head up at him.
“And you didn’t mention it before now?” he chided.
“You never asked during those 15 minutes we spent together
in the bookstore.” you shrugged. “Don’t look so sad.” you laughed nudging him
in the ribs.
“I thought I was bringing you to my territory. I thought I
was going to impress you, but it seems likes you’re a better skater than me.”
“Eh, I’m sure you can still teach me a few things, Mr. NHL.”
you teased. “C’mon.” you said, gesturing for him to follow you as you took off.
“I thought I was showing you something new.” he sighed, catching
up to you in a few strides. “You don’t mind that I brought you skating?” he
“Not at all. I’ve never been skating here before. Skating in
the Garden? That’s pretty fucking cool.” you said, looking over to him.
Just then, his skate caught in a rut in the ice, Brady
stumbling briefly before catching his balance; pink tinging his cheeks. “Wanna
hold my hand?” you offered with a smirk, extending your hand to him.
He accepted, his warm hand sliding into yours as you continued
circling the ice. “I only did that so I could hold your hand. I’m actually a
really good skater.” he said, with a laugh.
“That had yet to be seen.” you smiled, raising your eyebrows
“You threw me off my game!” he laughed. “I’ve never been
this nervous on the ice before.” he told you, his warm eyes meeting yours.”
“Oh, c’mon.” you said, rolling your eyes.
“Seriously. I wasn’t even this nervous during my first NHL
game.” he said biting his lip. You looked at him for a few seconds, trying to
determine if he was lying to you; but you were met with sincerity. “Thanks for agreeing
to go on a date with me.”
“Thanks for inviting me.” you said, giving his hand a
“Any chance you’d want to go to dinner after this?”
Another request, one of two which are scheduled while I’m away. This was so fun to write, I could’ve just went on and on with this again, but I needed to stop at one point. Hope you guys like it! ♥
Anonymous said:conor imagine where the reader has a bad breakup, so a friend brings her to like a karaoke bar to cheer her up, and she sings ‘This is my Version’ by conor and he hears her sing it and thinks she’s amazing? Thank youu x
I was rewatching the episode to try to pin down my thoughts on a whole slew of things, but it also increased my appreciation for the moments I enjoyed, so… I want to talk about Sam. Remember how Metatron was driven nearly to tears talking about the hope and perseverance of humanity? Sam Winchester embodied that from the start of the episode to its finish.
Let’s talk about how Sam was relentlessly invested in saving as many people as he could. When they went out to look for Deputy Harris, Sam stopped everyone he met in order to tell them to go somewhere safe. Sam addressed Harris calmly and asked her to let him help her.
When the fog was bearing down on him, Sam, already having been infected with this same thing once before, was mere feet away from it, unfastening a baby from her car-seat and turning his back to the fog in order to make sure the infant and her parents got to safety.
When he noticed two people who were about to be consumed, Dean had to physically turn him around while Sam was reaching toward them.
And when they all made it someplace safe and the tape over the vent came unsealed, Sam rushed to fix it despite the deadly fog pouring out…and infected himself in the process.
And when he was infected by the fast-acting contagion that drove the people on the other side of the door to madness in moments–when he was spiraling into hopelessness and despair, Sam snapped himself out of it and begged Dean to go somewhere safe so Sam couldn’t hurt him.
If we’re talking about giving and loving and never giving up–if we’re talking about courage in the face of something that nearly killed him and unerring determination to save people, let me tell you about Sam Fucking Winchester, my friends.
(so @fahchaus has me thinking about Greek myths and relating them to the fakes and I know shes done something similar like this before but ya know i gotta put my own version of this out. i dont even know what this is other than just boredom and trying to match shit up. may write modern versions of myths with these people associated with myths of their counter parts i give them. if im up for it)
Geoff- Dionysus. The god of madness, of wine, of parties, of chaos. A god with followers who will tear the limps off of enemies and whose destruction can be aimed for revenge. Dionysus is also a god of fertility, reflected in Geoff’s raising his own fucked up family of a crew.
Jack- Hestia. Goddess of the hearth, of home, and of family. While Hesita didn’t have a strong presence in myth, often staying out of the worst of the drama, she was still a deeply important goddess. Her kindness and comfort reminds me a lot of Jack. After all its home you return to everyday, a familiar comforting presence. Its also at home where the secrets lie, where the planning and scheming take place, and where the children are raised to become their potential.
Ryan- Thanatos. The god of death. While Hades might be the god of the dead, its Thanatos who is the god of death. The original “grim reaper” Thanatos was responsible for bringing about ones death and taking their soul away. Despite this he was not an outright cruel god. He had a job and thats what he did, completing ones destiny with a swing of his sword and bringing their souls away. And since Ryan’s job is the dealing of death, Thanatos seems fitting.
Michael- Ares. God of war. Represents the raw violence and destruction of war. A god known for his temper and his aggression, he used his strength fighting for whichever side he was on during the war. Loyal to whoever he deems worthy of it. Its a bit of an overused one for Michael, but it works so well.
Gavin- Hermes. The trickster god. Protector of thieves and travelers. From the day he was born he was stealing what he could and pissing off more powerful gods. Quick and cunning he was the messenger god, able to trick others for his own amusement and to protect those that he wanted to protect.
Ray- Hecate. Goddess of magic, witchcraft, and ghosts. A mysterious goddess, often taking many forms and many names. But a powerful goddess, so much that she is still feared by other gods. But she is still a protective goddess, called upon to protect the home from evil spirits. Which shes known to do in her own, shall we say, “creative” ways.
Jeremy- Heracles. While not born a god, he had to prove himself worthy to become one. Cunning and strong he proves his worth by doing tasks he’s been told to complete and proudly presenting his conquests once completed. Heracles had come close to death, sometimes even having to conquer it, to earn his stay at Olympus.
Lindsay- Athena. Goddess of wisdom and the strategy of war. Was born with a helmet on her head and sword in her hand, she was always prepared to fight and to lead armies under her word. She reflects the statistical side of war, the push behind the violence, pointing the direction for it to go.
Meg- Aphrodite. Goddess of beauty and desire. A bit of a stereotypical choice for Meg but lets be honestly shes bloody gorgeous. And she knows it. Aphrodite is a goddess who knows how to use her beauty to get what she wants, knows how to use it to lure others into doing her bidding. Her beauty has sparked wars, caused men to turn on one another, and all the while she’ll smile at the chaos. She also is the matchmaker, helping others find love and find those that they can trust.
Mica- Artemis. Goddess of the moon and the hunt. Profound at her skills with weapons and goddess of the night, she didn’t take any flack from anyone. Cruel in her justice and her revenge. If there was any goddess to reflect the assassination skills of the Mad Queen it would be Artemis.
Matt- Daedalus. Not a god but a mortal in myth known for invention and his creations. He was cunning and unable to resist showing off his skills. Matt fits him due to Matts skills with technology, showing himself to be just as skilled as the gods, many mortals and gods coming to him for help.
Trevor- Eris. Goddess of discord and rivalry. She revels in the bloodshed on the battle field. Her most known interaction with the other gods is one of revenge and sparking a war, sitting on the sidelines, smiling at the chaos left in her wake.
Summary: Y/N and Thomas meet at an audition for The Maze Runner
A/N: Part 2?
I hurry through the doors of the large, shiny skyscraper. Today is my audition for the new movie ‘The Maze Runner’, which is based on one of my favourite books. I had wanted to get here at least fifteen minutes early, but the traffic was terrible so now I only have two minutes before it starts.
I jab the elevator button. My heart is racing; if I’m late, I’m never going to get the part. I turn towards the stairs, too impatient to wait for the lift. Thank God I’m not wearing heels. I take the stairs two at a time, but as soon as I get to the top, I run into something, or rather, someone.
He catches me before I fall backwards down the stairs.
“Sorry!” I say breathlessly. I look up and gasp. It’s Thomas Brodie-Sangster! Love Actually and Nanny McPhee were my favourite movies growing up, so seeing him makes me start fangirling.
“No problem, love, it was my fault” he smiles. “Are you here to audition?”
I freeze. How could I have forgotten? I start to excuse myself, but Thomas stops me. “Come with me, I’ll make sure you don’t get into trouble. Wes won’t mind if I tell him I held you up”. I sigh, relieved.
“Thank you so much!” I gush.
He guides me down the corridor to a wooden door, a piece of paper reading 'AUDITIONS’ pinned to the front. I take a deep breath and walk in.
I walk out the door confidently. I think I did reasonably well at the audition - I remembered all of my lines which was a pretty great feat for me considering my terrible memory.
“Oh! Hey!” someone says behind me. I spin around and spot Thomas sitting in a chair, holding a script.
“Hi” I smile shyly.
“How was your audition, love?” he asks. I force myself not to melt at the sound of his British accent.
“I think I did okay”
He smiles. “I’m sure you did better than okay!”
He stands up and walks over to me. “I just realised, I never asked you your name!”
“I’m Y/N” I reply.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Thomas”
“I know,” I say. As soon as the words leave my mouth. I realise how creepy I sound. “Sorry, that sounded weird. I’m not a stalker, I promise! I’ve just seen some of your movies and…I’m going to shut up now”
He laughs warmly. “Don’t worry, love. Do you, um, want to get a coffee with me or something. If you’re not busy, I mean”
I raise an eyebrow, shocked. Thomas Brodie-Sangster just asked me if I want to get a coffee with him. Thomas Brodie-Sangster just asked me if I want to get a coffee with him! He blushes and starts to say something, but I cut him off.