he felt like a scared animal, not like a clipper, as he stood there in the doorway, holding his arm defensively. the minute he heard movement his eyes flickered as she appeared in the doorway, a frown furrowing her brows and god she was beautiful. if her clinic was a warm summers day, she was the sun itself, the bright soft center of it all. sunny felt the breath stolen from between his lungs, his lips pressed together.
You know me well enough to know who, but could you do one for "I went too far" by aurora? As you know, I relate to it far too closely. I love you Mama 💙
“He’s a jerk, you know that, right?” Sirius asked from behind you.
“What are you doing here?” you snapped, wiping the tears from your cheeks.
“Wanted to make sure you were okay,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Can I sit?”
You shrugged as you stared miserably at the crackling fire. Sirius hesitantly sat down beside you, careful to leave some distance between the two of you. Though he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and reassure you that everything would be okay, he was afraid of overstepping your boundaries.
“I tried to make him want me. I did everything I could think of and I still wasn’t good enough for him,” you muttered to yourself.
“He’s not worth it,” Sirius interjected.
You glanced over at him curiously, “How would you know?”
“I just mean, anyone who can’t see how wonderful you are as is doesn’t deserve your effort or tears,” he explained.
“That’s - that’s really nice of you to say,” you mumbled, a soft blush coating your cheeks.
“Yeah, well,” he mumbled, “it’s true.”
The two of you sat in silence as the room grew darker with the dwindling flames. Slowly, you inched toward him, not quite sure how he would react.
Sirius watched you from the corner of his eye, careful not to move for fear of scaring you away.
As you planted yourself beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you gently.
Okay sure! I wasn’t sure you guys would like that so much! But I’m glad you did! I really enjoyed writing it! I hope you like it! I had fun making it! It’s a short fluff/crack fic. Nothing special. I hope you like it!
“Hajime!” Sensei told the students. All the kids bowed and the lesson began. It started with one of Sensei’s weird speeches about random stuff. “This dojo brings me great joy, great honor, and even more important… this cat.” He said. He lifted Tom up who was purring softly.
“Sensei, Tom isn’t a cat he’s Marco’s boyfriend.” Lisa raised her hand.
“Enough Lisa!” Sensei cried. “Do you see this cat?” He asked, holding Tom out. He was holding Tom under his arms and outward. Tom had his legs drawn up and his arms bowed out as sensei held him out to show the students. “No animal as is strong and noble as the common house cat.” He told them.
“Tom isn’t a cat, Sensei.” Another student said.
“He naps on the matts! He plays with string! He is a cat! He is the dojo cat!” Sensei yelled. Tom just made a face and shrugged at Marco, who was laughing in the front row. Tom meowed, causing marco to laugh more and the sensei put him down. “Whose job was it to feed the cat, today?” Sensei asked.
“I fed him last time.” Lisa explained.
“Nobody needs to feed him!” Marco cried. “He’s not a cat, he can talk and walk and function. Tom stop acting like a cat.” He told the demon. Tom just sat there and tilted his head.
“Why would I do that, people are offering to feed me and I can play with string.” Tom told his boyfriend. “And also you have practice everyday for an hour, and I can take a nap on the mats in the sun. It’s the best.” He explained, smiling at the sensei.
“Tom you aren’t a cat!” Marco cried. But his point was ruined when a student showed up to practice and interrupted.
“Sorry I’m late, I- Kitty!” She exclaimed. She ran over to Tom and patted his head. Tom purred and let her pet his hair as if it were fur. “Who fed the cat today?” She asked. Marco facepalmed and Tom made a smug face.
“It’s jeremy’s turn to feed that cat.” Lisa told her.
“I am not feeding that cat.” He told them.
“Why not?” Sensei asked.
“Because that is the UGLIEST cat I have ever SEEN!” He told them. Tom frowned and his ears dropped, and Marco gasped. Lisa and the other girl gave Tom hugs and told him he was such a cute kitten and marco lunged at Jeremy.
“That is MY cat! He is MINE!” Marco screamed, as he fought a child. Tom watched Marco and Jeremy attack each other with wide eyes. Finally sensei decided to be the adult and stepped in the middle of the two boys.
“Okay okay okay! No fighting in this- actually… this place is where you should fight. Carry on.” He told them. Marco jumped back on Jeremy and Lisa facepalmed.
“Sensei? Seriously?” She asked. Sensei rolled his eyes and separated the boys. Marco ran over to Tom and scooped him up in a hug.
“This is the cutest cat on the entire planet! And I will not stand for you telling him otherwise.” Marco insisted. He held Tom close and gave his face a few kisses. Tom laughed and tried to pull away playfully and Jeremy huffed. “What now!? You’re upset because you’re jealous about how cute my demon-cat is?” Marco asked.
“He’s got spiky teeth and three eyes! He’s not cute, he’s terrifying!” Jeremy defended. Marco scrunched his face up and ran over to attack the kid again. Tom shook his head and curled up on the mat again.
“You taking another nap?” Lisa asked. Tom yawned and nodded.
“Marco usually takes a while, and these mats are nice and the dojo is warm.” Tom explained, dozing off. As Marco and Jeremy kept fighting, the other students continued the lesson as usual. About an hour later Tom yawned and opened his eyes to see Marco was no longer in a fight, but kept throwing dirty looks at Jeremy from across the room.
“Mar-Mar, can we go now?” Tom asked, yawning. Marco gave one last glance at Jeremy.
“Yeah, lessons almost over, right sensei?” He asked.
“You’re all dismissed.” He told them. Marco walked over to Tom and helped him up. The two were on their way out of the dojo when Tom gave Marco a big grin, moving closer and giggling. Marco laughed and looked confused.
“What?” He asked.
“You really think I’m that cute?” He asked. Marco stopped and kissed Tom’s nose.
what about a nice, loving kagehina hug? it could be so fluffy but also during heartbreaking times
Oh, I haven’t done a sad hug yet! - I’ll still make it nice and loving, it will just have a sprinkle of angst too :)
- Tobio is still a bit awkward with showing or asking for affection. He worries about doing the wrong thing or messing up. But Shouyou helps him feel more comfortable.
- Either of them could be the upset one in this instant, but I’m picturing Tobio.
- Shouyou noticed something wrong with Tobio at practice, but decided to wait to ask him what happened until they were alone.
- The team had all left. Shouyou was closing his locker, about to go ask Tobio what happened when Tobio was already there at his side, eyes teary and sad. Shouyou immediately stepped into his arms, holding his boyfriend close to him.
- Shouyou comforted Tobio, reassuring him that everything is okay. Tobio didn’t say anything, just held Shouyou tighter.
- They stayed there for a while, until Tobio was feeling a little better. But even after that, Shouyou brought Tobio to his house so that they could cuddle.
i keep seeing this clickbait ad on facebook that’s like a bunch of pictures of celebrity assistants doing funny assistanty things like dabbing sweat off the celeb’s upper lip or carrying their dog around or kneeling down to make sure the train of their dress doesn’t get caught beneath their heels and poofing them out to make them pretty as they walk down the red carpet…. and…..
I want a Celebrity Assistant!Killian/ Celebrity!Emma au. SO BAD.
Killian being paid to do everything for Emma from walking her pet to sitting on the floor to help her try on shoes to holding his arm out so she can grab it and not fall down to chauffeuring her around to do regular stuff like shopping…
and idc if it’s like… he’s totally 100% in love with her and makes it clear or if he 100% hates her/ is in denial about being in love with her and is just doing the job because it pays well and it becomes an enemies to lovers story…… maybe they are frenemies. maybe they are BFFs. maybe they were friends before she became a celeb and now he’s being supportive. maybe she hates fame and her only comfort comes from his presence. there are so many ways to do ittttt.
fuck it imma add this to my masterlist because i really want it.
A bunch of you guys noticed that Jesse wears his serape differently in this new comic, but may I point out WHY he probably wears it a different way now?
So here’s him wearing it wrapped up more around his neck and generally out of the way while still being stylish and also likely within Blackwatch’s dress codes (he’s being allowed to wear both his chaps and his hat & belt on this mission so I assume the dress codes are decently lax). Most of the excess fabric of his serape is pushed behind him in a cape-like manner.
At this point in time, Jesse McCree still has both of his arms perfectly intact. However, in the current timeline, Jesse has since lost his left arm. This loss is still fairly new to him. I have an aunt who lost her arm at 18 and at 54 she is still loathe to have it on display, so it fits that Jesse has pushed the extra fabric over to his side some more to have it at an angle. To hide his missing arm.
Someone pointed out a while ago, too, how Jesse seems to hold his arm away from his body, like he’s not sure how to really deal with it just yet. He can use it decently well, but it still seems foreign to him, and overall I think he’d rather just have it hidden away as best as he can manage.
Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.
Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.
He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back.
So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.
Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.
Yuuri is the king of sneak kisses. Victor will be reading, watching tv, or just minding his business and ‘oh hi stunning husband is kissing me.’ Sometimes it’s a quick little peck before Yuuri’s out running errands, or a “I’m bored and you’re cute” make out session.” Victor loves it.
They swap kisses all the time. A kiss before Yuuri is back on the ice, a “I missed you” peck when someone gets back home, the “You were gorgeous and I have to remind you how gorgeous you are” kiss over the couch.
Victor LOVES holding Yuuri. Usually his arm is around his shoulders or his waist while out and about. Yuuri usually just slides in closer using Victor’s pockets to warm his hands instead of his gloves.
Victor buys these and even though they make walking 100% harder and Yuuri’s hand sweats every time….Yuuri love them. (Yes they even have V and Y on each glove) [Image description: 2 normal grey gloves with a third glove being made for two people to hold hands in. Each normal glove has a letter on it, M+V respectively, while the couple glove has a heart.]
At home Victor will just lay on top of or beside Yuuri. Yuuri just shrugs, repositions him, and then sighs when Makkachin starts whining because “No wait Dad, it was MY TURN to cuddle New Dad.”
Even when sleeping alone they both have a perfect husband shaped hole next to them. Sleeping on the couch usually turns into cuddling on the couch the moment the other person comes home. When apart they usually cuddle a pillow.
Victor LOVES being little spoon because it’s Yuuri’s arms around him while he sleeps why WOULDN’T he want that? Sometimes though, Yuuri prefers being little spoon especially when his anxiety is bad. Also when Victor grows his hair out a little bit. Yuuri has woken up with silver hair in his mouth too many times to count…he suffers for true love.
They’re that couple who casually rubs each other’s backs, hook pinkies, bump shoulders/hands, or (Victor since he’s taller) rest their chin on the other person’s shoulder. Yuuri especially loves holding hands since in big groups it gives him something to concentrate on.
Victor posts those “my husband lead me around all day” things where it’s his normal day with Yuuri holding his hand leading him on. It all gets posted to his Snapchat+Instagram.
First, Yuuri guiding him towards the kitchen for breakfast, then Yuuri walking him to the rink, Yuuri leading him on the ice, Yuuri leading him to a food stand for lunch, more Yuuri leading him on ice, Yuuri leading him home, and the last image is Yuuri grinning at him with his hand out in sleep pants looking sleepy but so so SO happy.
Yuuri still never posts outside of a “Here’s Victor doing something really cool” or a rare selfie, but Victor’s insta…..every other post is Yuuri or Makkachin.
His most popular post (that is also his phone backrgound, Yuuri’s contact photo, and one day a full size poster if he had his way.) is a photo of Yuuri asleep on the couch curled around Makkachin his face buried in the dog’s fur. Victor’s flight got held up, and Victor told Yuuri to head home because the weather was getting bad, and he needed to sleep. It also has a video (for him) of him cupping Yuuri’s cheek, Yuuri nuzzling it, and half waking up before murmuring “…Vitya?”
@thrtreasons Request: “pls zach x reader where they dated for a long time and they were super goals but then they broke up idk why and he’s still in love with her and you know he’s not doing well after the tapes and she notices and helps him?? i mean he tells her everything and thinks she’ll hate him etc anyway thank you💫”
It has been exactly one month since you and Zach have broken up, and it was over something extremely stupid. It was over an argument that the two of you had. An argument over the fact that you and Bryce were “too friendly with each other”. Clearly Zach had gone mad. Because you would never cheat on him, and certainly not with Bryce Walker. That guy was a complete asshole and a pervert. If anything, he was always flirting with you, even though you were dating one of his best friends. But you had no intention what so ever to cheat on Zach with Bryce. You loved Zach, you truly did. And he loved you, but clearly not as much as you though because he couldn’t see how it was not you being “too friendly” with Bryce but the other way around.
It has been a painful month for you after the break up. You and Zach were perfect for each other, in your eyes and in the eyes of most of the students at Liberty high. You two were the “IT” couple. Always the talk of the school on how cute the two of you were together and how others wished that they had what you and Zach had. Why did things have to end between the two of you. You remember the night where everything went downhill, like it was yesterday…
“I’m not ‘all over Bryce’ Zach! That’s ridiculous!” You yell.
You and Zach were sitting in your living. Your parents were gone for the weekend on some business trip and Zach had promise to keep you company in the time being. So he had come over to your house so the two of you could cuddle and watch some movies. But things turned south pretty quickly…
“Sure you’re not.” Zach scoffs “You two are always flirting with each other! And right in front of me too!” He booms out.
“You know I’m really surprised that you haven’t left me for him yet, slut…” He breathes out the last word that you nearly missed what he said.
But it’s too late. You heard it. And you have never been more humiliated and furious in your life.
You look at him straight in the eyes, seething, and slap him. Hard. Right across his face.
“You know what!? Fuck you Zachary!” You spit out. “I fucking hate you! Get out!”
Zach scoffs and then says with malice, “Sure, I’ll leave, but know this, we’re fucking done (Y/N). I don’t even know why I went out with such a slut like you in the first place.” Then Zach walks out your door.