i actually made this one by accident

anonymous asked:

a phantom of the opera imagine of erik jealous when he saw his s/o witha 'hickie' on he shoulder when it was actually a bruise from an accident during practice (nsfw?)

The Phantom’s yellow eyes narrowed dangerously as he spotted a suspicious bruise on your shoulder. The shirt that you wore exposed that particular shoulder, and you cursed your luck.

“What is that?” He advanced slowly, his finger pointed accusatorily at you, a vicious undertone in his voice that made you shiver. 

It was times like this that reminded you of what your beloved s/o was capable of.

“It’s a bruise from training today. I slipped and fell into one of the columns.”

“Is that so.” His eyes gleamed, making it obvious that he hadn’t just asked you a question but that the toxicity of his mind was as strong as it ever was; he didn’t believe you.

You suppressed a sign, knowing all too well the danger of losing your temper around him. You had to be patient.

“Yes. I tripped, and I got bruised. It happens.” You smiled weakly, something you immediately realised was a mistake. He now thought that you were mocking him.

He was in front of you now, towering over you naturally. You forced yourself to hold your ground; stepping back even a little would only serve to further enrage him, and then he’d forever question your every word and action.

“You expect me believe that this,” he touched the bruise gently, though you knew that if you were anyone else, he would have jabbed it, “Is a mere bruise from injury and not from some other activity?”

“Yes. I haven’t betrayed you.”

A sound echoed around the cave into which he’d built his only home, and it sounded like a growl.

An arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into him, his bony hips digging painfully into your more rounded ones.

“You belong to me.” The Phantom hissed what you already knew to be true in your ear, and his hot breath fanned your skin as he held you to him, his attraction for you poking rather obviously against your stomach.

“Yes.” Your head was swimming now, waves of arousal coursing your system and making you vulnerable to his every word, his every move. 

Try as you might, you were a slave to the music, his music, and as he stripped you of your clothes and you stripped him of his, the two of you made your own music as you danced to a rhythm as old as time.

Tags: @bingewatchingmylifegoby, @sky-the-llama@liemarce

pumpkin-pixie99  asked:


anon said:  Jamilton? For the ask thing. Thanks! & @daremeidareyou said: Jamilton

  • Who said “I love you” first: Thomas says it first on accident. It was basically a slip of the tonuge. He had known he loved Alex for a while but would never admit that. It was basically giving Alex ammunition to fuck with him. But Alex made him coffee one morning and it was actually terrible (it was bitter and exactly how Thomas thought Alex took his coffee) but Thomas had just woken up even though Alex had apparently been up for hours. So he just accepted the coffee with a quick peck on the lips and it felt so easy and domestic it only seemed natural to follow it up with an ‘I love you’.
  • Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Thomas has a picure of Alex as his backgroud. The picture is of Alex somehow managing to balance on a horse and writing on his laptop. Thomas is constantly amazing by Alex’s ability to literally never take a break. Even while on vacation. Alex doesn’t have a picture of Thomas as his background but that’s only to annoy Thomas. Also because he loves the pic of his and the squad that is his background.
  • Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: They both do. Alex leaves morning notes for when he rushed out the house early. His notes consist of ‘Have a good day, dickhead.’ and ‘Remember not to be an asshole.’. Thomas leaves notes for Alex at night. Sometimes Alex gets home late from work and Thomas isn’t always in the mood to wait up for him. So he takes a shower and leaves a note in the mirror before he goes to bed like ‘Make sure that you’ve eaten today.’ and ‘Take a shower before you climb in bed next to me, you little gremlin fuck.’
  • Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Thomas is a rich trust fund baby that blows his money on the most unneccessary things. He buys Alex really random things like a typewriter and a quill with authentic parchment. Then he buys them matching rings that say ‘To Infinity’ & ‘And Beyond’ which is almost too cheesy for Alex but he also loves it.
  • Who initiated the first kiss: Alex does. They aren’t dating yet and have yet to even admit their feelings for each other but one day they’re debating. Not arguing, which is weird, but just talking out an issue they disagree on. Maybe it’s because they’re both too tired to fight or neither can rationalize a reason to argue that day but they are getting along. They have an entire conversation and it’s intellectually stimulating without raising either man’s blood pressure. Then on their way out Thomas kinda stumbles into Alex and Alex nearly topples over but they somehow manage to stay upright. They do end up almost tangled together and their faces are very close to together so Alex just closes the distance and Thomas starts kissing back and they don’t stop till they pass what’s considered acceptable in public.
  • Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Alex kisses Thomas awake. Thomas hates it and loves it. He really can’t get enough of waking up with Alex in his arms, kissing him awake, being surrounded by him but he does not appreciate being woken before the sun comes up and having to feel the warmth of Alex’s body leave his arms.
  • Who starts tickle fights: Thomas does when he wants to distract Alex. Like sometimes Alex is sulking on the couch and Thomas doesn’t like seeing him sad so he starts to tickle him until he starts laughing out loud. Or during a thunder storm when Alex is not scared but upset and Thomas just goes in to tickle him. Alex comes to expect the tickling when he’s feeling down and can almost be cheered up at the thought of it.
  • Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Alex doesn’t ask, he just joins Thomas in the shower. This is on the weekends when neither have to go to work and they can actually spend time together outside of a professional setting. Thomas doesn’t mind. He prefers not to waste the water and Alex contends that they’re saving water taking a shower together but Thomas insist they spend more time in it together than they do apart.
  • Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Thomas has to drag Alex to lunch in the middle of a work day. Thomas knows that Alex will not eat unless reminded and even when remided he will forgo eating in order to work.
  • Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Neither is shy but both are nervous. Thomas and Alex don’t know why they’re even on a date or where they are going. They had a one-night stand which led to a conversation which led Thomas to asking Alex out on a date. Thomas took Alex to a fancy french restaraunt. It starts off awkward until Alex brings up an upcoming vote in congress and neither can give up a good debate and they spend most of the dinner discussing various things they disagree on and finding things they do agree on.
  • Who kills/takes out the spiders: Alex kills all the spiders because Thomas is unabashidly afraid of them. Thomas yells for his ex-military, silver star holding boyfriend to come kill the spider and Alex is fine with killing them but it is annoying to have to get up from his desk to kill them,
  • Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Alex is a rowdy drunk and hangs off Thomas just ranting about how much he loves Thomas and even though he talks a lot of shit about Thomas, he’s like the best boyfriend ever?? And how lucky he is to have Thomas??? Thomas records this.

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anonymous asked:

what are the weirdest things that have happened to you here in tumblr dot hell

i have a fuckn list omg

  1. that one time some random anon went around telling my mutuals that i had died in a car accident and made a few of my friends cry, all while i was asleep
  2. that one time so many of you started submitting my name to akinator that i actually turned out as a result for a few weeks but i’m probably not there anymore 
  3. that one time someone made a literal hate blog for me, saying i was a bad influence bc i was promoting pedophilia bc i was 18yo dating a 26yo (i wasn’t)
  4. that one time someone made a callout post for me because i was appropriating mexican culture when i’m mexican
  5. that one time i got nominated for the prettiest on some fandom “awards” (never asked anyone to do it and never asked ppl to vote) and got so much hate for winning that i had to turn off anons for a month and still got hate afterwards
  6. that one time some anon claimed to be stalking me, saying they could see me through my windows and shit
  7. that one time some random anon started submitting my selfies to porn blogs lmaooooo
  8. that one time someone accused me of not being mexican and lying about it for attention and so many people believed them that i had to post a long ass snap story showing i live in monterrey, and still got hate for it
  9. that one time someone made a fake blog pretending to be me ??? they didn’t do anything “problematic” with the blog but it was still very very weird 
  10. that one time some anons kept messaging my irl friends asking for my nudes, private information, etc, and sent them hate when they refused lol

anonymous asked:

Your art literally cheers me up so much. My parents both got into a car accident earlier today and the car flipped and they nearly died and I was so scared. But I looked at some of your art and it has helped calm me down a bit. Luckily, they're okay but you're drawing actually kept my mind off that a bit and I just wanna thank you so much

I read it in the morning and you almost made me cry
I hope your parents all is well and you’re feeling better now!
Sorry I can’t hug you so take these guys and take care of yourself


I’m hella proud because this is my first AU that I made up all on my own. I’m not curating it from anyone else’s au and it’s very pure.

The characters:

Alexander: A stout, but cute man that runs on coffee. He has a kid named Pip produced from a one night stand with his best friend, Eliza. He loves Philip very much, but it’s rare that he has Pip with him.

Thomas: Tall, dark, and handsome. He has a complicated history including losing both his wife and child in an accident. Because of that, his love for babies grew. He is kind of an asshole, but is actually really sweet when you get to know him. He loves Pip. 

Philip: A six month old that loves his daddy, mommy, and the man that his daddy works with. He has hazel eyes, and dark, curly wisps for hair. 

Eliza: Philip’s mother and Alexander’s best friend. She loves Philip very much. I haven’t developed her character much yet, but I’ll edit this when I develop her a bit more.

To explain the AU more deeply:

The FauxPa AU is a Jamilton AU where they hate each other, very deeply. They’re rival businessmen and are constantly butting heads.
One day, Alex gets a call from Eliza. She was supposed to be going out of town a couple of days later, but she decided to give Alex a few more days with the baby so he has to pick Philip up. He comes back with the baby half an hour later. That’s when Thomas sees Philip. Alex walked into the break room and Thomas did a few minutes later. Philip and Thomas first see each other and The baby grins and Thomas’ non-existent ovaries exploded. Ever since Martha died, he wanted a baby but never had one and when he saw Philip, he realized how much he wanted a kid.

ivy-raven  asked:

So, a prompt! First, do you write for IronPanther and StarkQuill pairings? If yes, I might be back with more prompts for them, but I'd really like Stuckony where HYDRA sent the WS to kill Tony before launching Project Insight, so he can't somehow stop it at the last minute, as heroes are wont to do. He's sent UC in SI, because that's the only way to get close, but Tony, exhausted, trips and twists his ankle in front of him and dozens of witnesses, so he can't kill him yet. (1/2)

He’s forced to pick him up and take him to the med bay, being the security guard and visualy strongest. But he’s desperatly touch starved, and really like touching/carrying Tony, and he smelled so good and was really nice to him, so he decides Tony must absolutely never die and tells him everything, declaring himself his new bodyguard. Steve/Tony is established, and both are aware of Bucky’s feelings for Tony (before and after regaining memories) so they invite him into their relationship. 2/3

And Bucky is super confused, like, punk, we’re already in a relationship?? Keep up? And picks Tony up and takes his two fellas on a date! - ok, that was super long and detailed, sorry about that! I can just imagine it and it’s so cute! You don’t have to include all the elements, I realize it’s a lot, I just really need touch-starved Bucky imprining on Tony and the ‘we’re already dating, punk’ scene! Thanks so much! (3/3)

Haha, this is adorable! How sweet. :) I do not write StarkQuill. In fact I’ve never even seen Guardians of the Galaxy! I should get on that, haha. I can write IronPanther though. I hope this lives up to your expectations! Keep an eye out for under the cut!

The Asset had barely even touched his gun when the Mark tripped and went down in a flail of limbs and loose papers. He had to fight a sigh. Some might think the clumsy marks would be easier to kill, because it could be made to look like an accident, but actually it was much harder—they were more likely to accidentally dodge attempts on their lives.

The Mark sat up, looking shocked. “Ow.”

“Sir?” one of the secretaries called, standing from her desk. “Mr. Stark, are you okay?”

“I think so?” The Mark pressed his palms to his eyes, letting out a sigh that betrayed deep exhaustion. “Yeah.” He took her hands when she offered them to him and pulled himself up, letting out a little noise of pain as he finally stood. “Ow!”

The secretary began patting him down, concerned. “What? What’s wrong?”

The Mark batted her hands away. “I’m fine, Ms. Carmichael. Just a twisted ankle.”

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anonymous asked:

Are there any five where Derek is a bad influence on stiles?

More of a list of bad boy!Derek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fuck-feelings-brah

The Black Knight, Sourface Derboo And The Nerd. by LeatherAndRed

(1/1 I 1,744 I Not Rated)

“Are you just gonna stay in there?” Stiles jolted, knocking his head against the metal shelf. Who the fuck— “who’s out there?” He demanded, rubbing the back of his head which lead for his elbow to bump against the wall beside him.
or where Stiles is alone in the locker room, locked in Greenberg locker with only a rotten cheese sandwich and a smelly sock. At least, that’s what he thinks.

Serious by AlexTheShipper

(1/1 I 2,153 I General)

Derek asks Stiles out on valentines day, but Stiles mistakes it for a prank. Leaving Derek confused, and Stiles hurt, can their friends fix it?

I Shouldn’t have Come by JustPlainAmy

(2/2 I 2,283 I Explicit)

prompt: Bad boy!Derek tempting Stiles

A Better Reality by misterreckless

(3/? I 2,941 I Teen)

Derek’s bad boy persona is starting to take it’s toll on his mother. Will sending him to his father’s house for the summer whip him into shape, or is he going to continue being the same disobedient teenager?

You’re Worth It by holdin_out_4a_hero

(1/1 I 3,053 I Not Rated)

“NO WAY! Her sons coming here?”

Danny sighed dreamily. “Yeah, the Stiles Stilinksi. The young model that made it big on accident with his moms camera. The L.A. heartthrob that has actually never dated anyone, and no one knows what he does over summer, and yet he still manages to keep the hearts of young Americans easily.”

“So why’s he coming here?” Scott asked, remembering that the entire Stilinski family was loaded with money, given the success of every single one of them, and yet Stiles would be coming to the middle of nowhere, for a random school that offered nothing.

“Who knows? His parents are from here, but they’re not coming here with him. I have no idea, but honestly? I’m not complaining.”

they don’t understand you (but i’ll try) by colferstilinski

(1/1 I 4,113 I Teen)

“Stiles,” Derek growls, and it sounds almost like his sex-voice that Stiles flails and blurts out.

“Dude, I have a vagina!”

Derek falls off the couch this time.

Don’t Judge a Derek By His Cover by captaintinymite (augopher)

(1/1 I 4,510 I Mature)

Stiles doesn’t care about the rumors surrounding Beacon Hills High School’s resident bad boy, Derek Hale. In fact, he thinks the rumors are total crap. Of course, being secretly in love with someone has a way of clouding one’s judgment.

However, he knew for a fact that Derek liked books. So when the two paired up for a final English project, he was excited (but also a little terrified).

But you know what they say…never judge a book by its cover. The same goes for people.

Mr. Stilinski by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 6,461 I Explicit)

But he’s never really forgotten Wade or those guys from college, definitely not Brayden, the motorcycle-driving musician who devastated him senior year. He hasn’t forgotten the way a fuck-it-all attitude draws him in like a moth to a flame, speaks to his own rebellious nature that has always manifested as abrasive sarcasm and clever manipulation of rules and half-truths. And even though he’s never really forgotten, he’d thought he’d gotten over the bad boy thing, had grown out of it.

But then, in his last class on the first day at his new job teaching English at the high school he graduated from fifteen years ago, Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he’s out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.

The Athlete & The Criminal by damnfancyscotch

(2/2 I 12,122 I Explicit)

“What’re you doing here, Stilinski? Did you only score half the winning points at the last lacrosse game instead of all of them?”

Stiles snorts and says, “I thought you were locked up, Hale.”

Derek huffs a laugh and drawls, “Not quite yet.”

Finstock’s Wilderness Camp for Boys by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 12,179 I Teen)

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“You get charged with breaking and entering, and you will probably serve time in a juvenile facility,” the sheriff said matter of factly. “That’s if you’re lucky enough to be tried as a minor.”

“You’d send your own son to jail?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“You broke into someone’s home, Stiles!” The sheriff took a breath to compose himself and ran a hand across his face. “And this isn’t the first time. I can’t keep bailing you out of trouble. I don’t have any favours left to call in. Either you agree to go to the camp and clean up your act, or you risk getting tried as an adult.”

Wont You Be Mine? by Ifellinlove

(12/? I 24,038 I General)

Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High. Derek is the school bad boy. What Derek wants, he gets.

He wants Stiles.

You are my undoing by Samcgrath

(11/? I 47,392 I Explicit)

Derek Hale is the bad boy of Beacon Hills everyone wants their kids to stay away from so obviously Stiles Stilinski talks back to him. Derek remembers Stiles from years ago, before the fire, and now the kid gets under his skin. Derek’s already dealing with a lifetime of angst, and he knows giving in to his feelings means certain pain. Especially when Stiles gets sick.

Under the Surface by 1jet2unknown

(20/? I 99,633 I Explicit)

Stiles had been warned several times by his father to never go near a werewolf. But the 12 year old kid just couldn’t resist its curiosity and even though the wounded wolf he found near the woods should have been terrifying, he brought him home, trying to help him heal. Little did he know that this encounter would bring out a side of him he never knew and would have to hide forever, even with the world around him changing over the years and werewolf turning from mystic legends to open members of the community.
When Stiles enters College and his life gets more and more entangled with Derek Hale, it gets harder and harder for him to hide his true self from the world…

askthe2pgermany  asked:

Ok its nice and all that you guys are giving her pillows and blankets n shit but AM I THE ONLY ONE WONDERING WHAT THE F@#$ THAT SPINNY THING WAS AND WHAT ITS DONE TO HER????

When did!.. wait who….

//A little back story about Ana’s scar since I never explained it, I hope this cleared it up a bit. It’s not supposed to be completely straightforward about that’s going on in her nightmare, I left it up to your imagination. (there is a canon reason that I’m just keeping in the dark it’s not hard to guess tho ;)) And no 2P Russia and Belarus don’t actually have a abusive relationship, I’m not sure if I made it look like it enough but it was more of an accident, Russia didn’t really want to hurt Ana, and she’s not the only one who walked away from that scarred. Just because I don’t know if it’ll come up again, there are instances when 2P Russia is scared to touch his sister because of this.//


Bloomers & Boots for Bunny

you know you’ve done something right after you’ve tested the bloomers when the EAH/MH dolls are sitting, and they dont split at the buttocks to reveal their buttcrack!!! Finally these bloomers are working!! Always the most frustrating thing to test and give allowance to the buttock and hips area because they are widest and most problematic part.

And and and because i’ve been painting tabletop miniatures recently, i just realised i could bring what i’ve learnt there over to painting doll shoes, and i couldn’t be happier with the result! Bunny Blanc’s boots are ornate and beautiful, i had so much fun painting the hourglass. i would love to see these in life-scale though, but at the same time i’d wonder what it’d be like to smash the hourglass heel by accident… ouch! D:

ok going to tackle bunny’s shirt again… i actually made one last week but again, the hip area is problematic becos the bloomers made it wider and thicker……. so i have to redo everything from scratch. meh. 

The latest episode was filled with @operation-out clues, but what caught my attention the most was the fact that the Emma Snow and Charming saw in the original curse flashbacks was 10 year old.
I think we actually got to have another glimpse at what happened to Emma in the pilot:

Henry was her original untold story: the kid she had to give up.

I thought it was interesting how Emma was shown with a book (did anyone get to see which one it was?) just like Henry with his Storybook.

Emma thinking the drink caused the accident probably makes her think that that’s what made her give up on a second chance with Henry.

staycute1234  asked:

Imagine that Taegi were dating and they had a bad break up. They're sad and still in love but don't want to be together. Then two years later Yoongi gets a call from Taehyung's little Sister that Taehyung is in the hospital and is asking for him. Yoongi drops everything and goes but he pace in front of the hospital for 20 minutes before going in. Taehyung was in some kind of accident that made him forget the two years and he is back to the mindset him and Yoongi are a couple. Yoongi sees this-

((Look i’m actually crying and laughing at the same time because i had so much written for this but then i went to minimize the page and instead i accidentally closed the entire thing and it didn’t save T_T anyways though! Look at you Satan! I thought i was angst queen but it looks like you’re coming for my place lol!) (Also you totes are the more popular one out of both of us baby! That’s why you have more request)


So many people liked to compare Taehyung and Yoongi to the sun and moon as if they were fucking Shakespeare or some shit, as if their relationship was some fairy tale out of story books read to children at night. It was romantic sure, in a way, the thought of these two beings fitting so well together. Everyone wanted a relationship like that. Everyone wanted to fit so well with their partner that nothing was ever wrong. No one really bothered to stop and think about the fact that the sun and moon were basically the same fucking thing. They were both stupid shapes in the solar system that lit up the earth at different times of the day and eventually it would get tiring. 

Taehyung and Yoongi were exactly that. 

Taehyung and Yoongi were two beings on the same planet, in the same city, living in the same apartment that fit so well together it pissed Yoongi off. 

It sounds dumb now that the elder thought about it. How could anyone be pissed off that their relationship was so perfect? How could anyone get so angry about how well they fit with their boyfriend that they felt the need to cause a fight just to get some excitement? At the time it’d sounded like a wonderful idea to Yoongi. The elder can remember the way he actually fucking laughed when Taehyung began yelling at him. He can remember the way he was actually happy they were doing something other than their routine date nights even if it was yelling at each other.

It was so fucking stupid but Yoongi was happy that they were FINALLY disagreeing on things. 

WE HAVE LITERALLY BECOME THAT COUPLE AND IT’S FUCKING GROSS!”  Yoongi pants angrily as he watches the way Taehyung’s perfectly shaped eyebrows furrow in confused irritation. 


The fact that Taehyung doesn’t even realize what Yoongi means angers him more. 


The entire apartment shifts into a silence Yoongi hasn’t heard in a while and it frightens him a bit. Of course his pride won’t let him say anything else. He was just so angry with how easy and boring had become, how routine their relationship had become. There where times when they first started dating that Yoongi can remember when he and Taehyung would run around like reckless kids breaking into empty pools to have sex under the stars. Hell there were times when they would just get in their car and drive for miles with no where to go just because they wanted an adventure. Now the most they did was eat at a different restaurant once  a week, it was maddening. 

“Well then.” Taehyung pauses and Yoongi’s not sure if it’s so the younger can calm down or hold back a sob. “I hope your next relationship is as fucked up as you want it to be.

Flash forward two years later and Yoongi is once again panting for breath.  The giant white building looms in front of him looking almost as if it’s mocking him, almost as if it’s daring him, teasing him to enter. He’s not sure if he wants to honestly. Yoongi’s not sure if he can face the darkness that waits for him inside such a bright building. 

“Yoongi, It’s Taehyung. He’s hurt.” 

The sound of Taehyung’s sister sobbing still played in his head as he fought back the urge to gag. He can still remember that night, although just barely, he can still think back hard enough and remember the way he’d been drunkenly fucking into some faceless man when his phone had begun to ring with a number he hadn’t seen in year flashing across the screen. 

“Let it ring baby.”  The faceless man had moaned out but Yoongi had barely noticed it with the way his body shook. He’s almost did though, he almost let it go to voicemail until something in his gut had told him better. He almost let the past stay in the past until something, someone, had screamed at him to raise the small device to his ear.

It’d taken Yoongi two years to let something he wanted so much get ruined, two minutes to answer the phone and two days to race to the boy that held his entire being in his hands. 

“Before you see him you need to understand…. Taehyung… he still thinks you two are together.” Taehyung’s sister sighs. “During the accident he hit his head against the window on the drivers side door hard, the doctors say the blow caused short term memory loss. Taehyung thinks it’s still August of 2014.” 

Yoongi stiffens. August of two years ago, that would have been two months before the fight that broke them up and two months before their anniversary. 

The door to Taehyung’s hospital room opens and Yoongi nearly falls to his knees in tears. 

“Yoonie! Baby, you came!” 

Yoongi will never understand how Taehyung still shines even while in a hospital bed with bandages covering his head and cheek. Thought, it could be because Taehyung has always been the light that shined in Yoongi’s life. Either way the elder does his best to smile as he hands over baby pink roses to the younger boy in bed. 

“Sorry it took me so long to get here, Doll. I had to pick these up for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay!” Taehyung giggles and Yoongi can see the way the younger’s sister clenches her fist. 

It’s understandable, he can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to watch your brother smile at the boy who broke his heart and have to act like everything was alright. Taehyung and his sister had always been more than just siblings, they were best friends and each other’s guardians. Hell Yoongi was surprised the girl hadn’t punched him in the throat the moment he’d suggested acting like he was still dating the younger to save him from anymore pain. 

“But Yoonie, where were you??” Taehyung’s still perfectly groomed eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You weren’t in the car with me during the accident right?”

For a moment Yoongi thinks Taehyung remembers everything and the younger is just trying to punish him by asking something like that, but Yoongi knows better.  Yoongi knows Taehyung would never do anything to purposely hurt Yoongi because that was Yoongi’s role. Yoongi was always the one to hurt Taehyung. Yoongi was the one to cause fights when he was bored. 

“No, Doll.” The elder fights back a sob. “I wasn’t in the car with you.” 

“You know, now that i think about it, we’re probably really behind on Goblin huh?

Not for the first time in the week that he’s been by Taehyung’s side, Yoongi stiffens. 

“You are starting to remember things?!”  A small smile blooms on Yoongi’s lips as he thinks back to all the nights he would spend curled up with Taehyung running his fingers through his hair as they watched the tragic story of Ji Eun Tak and Kim Shin. Something Yoongi once thought was so fucking boring. The smile he wears shifts into something a bit sadder and the elder sighs. 

“Yeah we are a bit behind but we can catch up when you get out of the hospital.”

It’s two nights later and Yoongi is awoken to screams. 

The elder shoots straight out of his seat and is by Taehyung’s side instantly he tries to clam the shrieking sobbing boy. Fear races through his body every time he catches the sounds of Taehyung’s heart monitor beeping uncontrollably with every shout and kick the younger lets out and it’s only when Taehyung sits up covered in sweat and shaking that Yoongi realizes the younger had been having a nightmare. 

Yoongi himself feels like he’s trapped in his own personal night terror when Taehyung sobs out the words the elder never wanted to hear. 

“Please don’t leave me.” 

“Hey Doll,” Yoongi gently rubs his thumb against the back of Taehyung’s hand as he holds the younger. “Do you want to talk about the nightmare? From two nights ago?”

It’s Taehyung’s turn to stiffen at Yoongi’s words. After the elder had been able to get Taehyung calm and back to sleep the younger had wanted to completely ignore whatever it was that had him screaming but Yoongi….. Yoongi needed to know what it was. Yoongi needed to know what had left Taehyung to shaken that he’d barely let Yoongi go to the restroom without his heart monitor spiking.

The younger sighs quietly and turns so he can rest his face against the fair skin of Yoongi’s neck. 

“We were fighting.” Taehyung’s breath shakes, Yoongi takes that as his cue to rub the younger’s lower back slowly. “In my dream we had been happy and having a date and then suddenly we were fighting and screaming at each other.  You had said you didn’t love me and then i stormed out and left.” 

Yoongi knows Taehyung’s dream must have been a mixture of the younger’s fears and his memories of the night they’d split up. It hurts him to have to think so but he knows it’s time to tell the younger the truth. It was time to end the little happiness he had if it meant helping Taehyung get better. 

“That wasn’t a dream.” 

Taehyung looks up and Yoongi swears he sees his entire past and future in those brown wide orbs he’s fallen in love with all over again. The elder is about to start talking again but before he can Taehyung’s quit voice is interrupting him.

“Yes it was….. because in real life…… during our fight…. you never said you didn’t love me.” Taehyung frowns. “You called us boring.” 

Just like that Yoongi’s entire world stops spinning. 

“When did you remember everything?”

They two boys now lay in the hospital bed facing each other with only their hands locked together between them. Just the way they would lay once upon a time in the bed they shared in a perfect apartment in Daegu. Yoongi gently squeezes Taehyung’s fingers when the younger smiles at him and for these moments they’re happy. 

“Two nights ago, after the nightmare.” Taehyung scoots a bit closer until Yoongi can feel his breath against his own lips and it’s not really a kiss but almost. “It all came back to me in a rush during the time that i was crying after you woke me up. I was just afraid if i stopped pretending i’d forgotten everything you would leave.”

For the first time in the two years, two minutes, two days that everything had happened, Yoongi lets his lips press against Taehyung.

“I love you, i’m never leaving.” Yoongi grins. “No matter how boring we get.”


(i probably butchered this idea :c but anyways you should totally write the smut part!) (i suck at porn) 

A Pair of Mittens

Originally posted by shiroisaku

it’s sleepover saturday :) send us drabble requests or questions

56. Are you flirting with me?

67.  Stop being so cute.

Seungkwan wandered through the park with you, one of his hands casually brushed against yours by “accident” ever so often. The conversation you kept was casual, but still remained with special to each of you. “I’m not saying that you’re not built for the apocalypse, I’m just saying that if a zombie came out of nowhere I’m 99% certain I would have to carry your ass out of here myself.” Seungkwan glanced over at you for a moment, the sunset made soft white crescents float in his pupil allowing you to see a glimpse of a moon before the real one actually rose into the sky. It was winter and by now the butterflies had already migrated, but somehow you were still feeling them in your stomach everyday you spent with Seungkwan.

You gave him a teasing smile, laughing a little. “Are you flirting with me?” His cheeks turned an ember red, a soft ember that started a fire on your own cheeks. It was funny how quickly these things could spread. A part of you had known from day one that Seungkwan had a crush on you, you had definitely known since the first second that he would have some type of impact on you. You might not have believed in love at first sight, but the moment you saw Seungkwan you believed in something like that.

He kicked the snow in front of him, staying silent. It was not as if he felt anything but quiet however. If you could somehow install a microphone in his brain it would be loud enough to hear in the back of an amphitheater. The last bit of the sun began to kiss the horizon and you two watched thoughtfully waiting for the other to speak up.

“Here,” he took the bait. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a pair of mittens that he had saw in the store earlier that day. They were a soft white fleece with small hearts embroidered onto the thumbs. “I saw these at the store earlier and they made me think of you.”

You looked over to him with kind eyes, filled with sweet emotions. Your heart might have just swelled three sizes too big. This crush, these feeling really might kill you one day. You smiled at him sweetly and laid your head on his shoulder.

“Oh my god!” He groaned, making you quickly lift your head off his of it. Had you gone to fast? “Stop being so cute! I think I’m going to pass out!” He laughed and handed you the mittens, which you put on thankfully.

Hopefully these will warm your hands until I get the courage to hold them. He thought quietly to himself.

anonymous asked:

I'm touch sensitive and I headcanon Bakugou as one as well. Do you think he will accidently punch people when they touch him ike I tend to do when it's to much for me?

(i tried to look up more info about touch sensitivity so as to not accidentally misrepresent it, but i wasn’t sure if what i was getting was the correct info or not, so i want to apologize in advance just in case!! if i’m wrong about anything, please feel free to correct me!!!)

oh, i actually headcanon that Bakugou’s touch sensitive too!! i even made a post about it a while back. Bakugou often avoids touching people and keeps to himself a LOT. he always looks really annoyed or pissed whenever All Might puts a hand on his shoulder.

i imagine that a lot of his touch sensitivity might’ve stemmed from the sludge monster incident (where his ENTIRE BODY was taken over by the sludge villain.) considering how much that sensation messed with Izuku, and Bakugou was under control for much longer… yeah.

tho i think a lot of his touch sensitivity is just a natural part of his personality, but i definitely think that incident had lasting effects on Bakugou.

tho Bakugou does seem to be more lax with people he likes or is comfortable around.

for example, Bakugou doesn’t seem to mind at all that Kaminari is resting his arm against his back. and well, he had to grab Kirishima’s hand to get out of that situation, but if it were any other person, Bakugou definitely wouldn’t have reached out to grab his hand. the narrative even makes a point of making this clear; if it were any of the other kids, Bakugou wouldn’t have acted.

i can totally imagine him trying to punch someone away if they touch him and he’s not on good terms or familiar with them. i can easily imagine Bakugou trying to punch All Might in the above panels if the situation weren’t so dire. 

thankfully, the other characters seem to respect his boundaries and don’t really push him. plus, Kirishima’s quirk basically turns him into hard rock. if he accidentally touches Bakugou on a day where he just can’t handle it and attacks, Kirishima won’t be badly hurt or injured. 

(also, like i mentioned, Bakugou never really reaches out to touch people, and often keeps to himself. i think that some of this behavior might be because of his quirk , since it is very dangerous and is activated via his hands. i wouldn’t be surprised if he accidentally hurt someone with his quirk when he was little and still learning how to control it)

Ocean: “I’m a….how?”

Noodle: “I found you in a hotel room that Maazu had fled. Yet again someone was trying to make a copy of me. However looking at you through that glass made me curious. I got you out and decided to take you with me. Ocean, every thing you did puzzled me. You were nothing like me! You were,… your own person. I fell in love with you quickly, took 2 maybe 3 days at that. You were the good in a bad situation. And I intended to keep you that way. To me you are my daughter, not a clone.”

Ocean: “…..”

[[ This is why Noodle decides to hide Ocean’s face as a child! At that young age she looked just like Noodle, but as Ocean aged she began to look a bit different, just as two identical twins do! They get older and begin to look slightly different from one another. Maazu was puzzled by how strong Noodle actually was and wanted to have that power as well. During an attack Noodle made Maazu fled leaving her behind by accident. Once Noodle had taken Ocean from this incubator her rapid aging stopped and she began to age normally. ]]

Aftermath (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Summary: Just the aftermath of a mission

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: is this angst? angst; self-deprecation, not the best writing

Words: 1020?

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You took your boots off even before you properly got into the quinjet. Your face was transformed the moment your fingers touched the filthy surface. The relief you felt for the finished mission and the fact that everyone was ok drifted away by the feeling of the blood and the dirt that was almost making you nauseous. You let out a low yelp, you shouldn’t feel this way about blood but you did.

“Ew, ew ew”

You made your way to one of the most distant seats in there, leaving the footgear near but not beside you. You threaten to grip the sides of the seat but you remembered your hands, looking steadily at them with repugnance. You were so concentrated looking at the drying blood that you hadn’t notice the takeoff and you didn’t notice Steve sitting beside you until he called your name with concern.

“You ok?”

You move your gaze to watch him. He was sweaty and his hair was messy. But he hadn’t got blood on his hands and his blue eyes were as clear as the water of the sea; and they were staring at you, looking at you like you were important, like you weren’t a murderer whose hands were stained with the crimson liquid.

That’s not my blood. The people I shot is not dead. I shot to protect me and my friends. This blood is not mine. Is not Steve’s or Natasha’s. Is not from Tony or Clint. It’s not Bruce’s or Thor’s blood.

You were trying to convince yourself before you could speak with anyone.

The blood in your hands and your clothes was not yours, it was not from your friends. Taking a deep breath you started again with your thoughts, using them as a mantra to try to calm down.

This is not my blood…

You didn’t say anything but he didn’t pressure you to talk either. He just got your dirty hands with his- he doesn’t get that they are bloody? - and helped you wash them with a bottle of ethanol and dry them with a towel, not paying attention to the fact that he was messing the floor.

This is not Steve’s blood…

The strong smell of the ethanol helped you a little to focus again.

“Is this better?” he softly asked after he had cleaned your face from the dirt with a wet towelette.

You nodded.

“Thank you”

He smiled at you kindly and took your hands with his.

“Babe, are you ok?”

He placed a lock of your hair behind your ear and slowly held you in his arms, hugging you closer to his chest.

That was not my blood, that was not my friends’ blood, that’s not Steve’s blood…

But it could have been… I could have pulled the trigger and hurt any of them by accident when I shoot one of the bullets. 

And the simple thought of that was making you sick. You shivered. 

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you” he whispered in your ear between kisses to your hair.

You heard how Steve talked with someone but you couldn’t actually make the words up to the chat, you were really tired and trying to not be overwhelmed by your thoughts.

The trip to the Avengers facility was longer than the trip you made to get to the location, or at least it was for you. Steve’s fingers caressing your hair helped you relaxed a little and focus on them for a little while before you fell asleep in his arms.

Your eyes were still closed but you could feel- as you were going back to consciousness- how you were being moved. Still half asleep you did your best effort not to show you were awake, that’s one of the very things they taught you when they trained you after all. Maybe the first thing. The arms that were holding you weren’t restraining you and that made you think about who could possibly have trained this person. But this was definitely not the time to think, it was time to attack.

You took advantage of the position you were in and swung one of your legs on the shoulder of the person who was carrying you and then you used that position to end with both of your legs around his neck in a choking grip.

The hands of the man held your thighs softly as he hardly spoke your name.


The force you were putting choking him completely left you and you would have ended on the floor if he hadn’t held you in time.

You were trying to hurt him and he was making sure that you didn’t get hurt. It was not fair for him. But that was how Steve was. No matter what kind of monster you were turning into, he would do his best to still made you feel normal, loved.

“I-I… I’m sorry” you sobbed, still in his arms, hiding your crying face in the crook of the neck you just tried to strangle.

“It’s ok, you were just scared. I should have woke you up instead of carrying you to our room”

You let him make the way to your bedroom and sit you on a chair before he lowers himself to be on the same eye level than you.

“I’m so sorry”

“You don’t have to, you didn’t do anything wrong”

His fingers started cleaning your cheeks from the tears tenderly and that and his words made you cry harder.

“I did! I hurt you!”

“Babe, you didn’t. I mean, you’re strong, but let’s not forget that I’m Captain America” he said signaling his uniform to make his point clear before he started to flex his muscles owning a chuckle from you.

“You’re a dork”

“This dork loves you,” he said getting closer to your face to kiss you.

You smiled into the kiss and then you replied.

“I love my dork too”

I’m not super happy with this but I needed to publish it to feel like I’m writing fanfiction again.

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Excessive Force

Title: Excessive Force

 Summary: After your begging, Dwalin makes a deal with you. If you can beat him in a wrestling match, he will train you how to fight.  But when you actually get the upper hand, Dwalin panics and uses a bit of excessive force.  

 Warnings: Wrestling. Injury.  Language.  

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Originally posted by middle-earth-journeys

“Come on, Dwalin! If I am going to be a part of the company, I need to defend myself!”  This was probably the 200th time you had tried to convince Dwalin to teach you to fight.  You were going to ask Thorin after he said no so many times, but he wasn’t who you wanted to train you, you wanted Dwalin.  But he always brushed it off, saying that if you were in danger, your best bet was to run.  

But now here you were, in Rivendell, and it was the best time for you to learn.  The company was resting for a few days, they had nothing to do…you were determined.  “Just teach me, Dwalin!”  You whined, pulling on his arm.  

Thorin was sitting with Balin, both of them chuckling as they saw you try to convince the stoic warrior to teach you again.  They were both in favor of you learning to fight, but for some reason, Dwalin wouldn’t teach you.  

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highladymorrigan  asked:

Hey gurl, So we were mutuals for the longest time, u were one of the first blogs I followed. Anyway, I accidently deleted my blog and I'm low-key freaking out. I just made this one with the same url except I've lost all my posts and followers and shit. I also only remember the url of u and like five other people lmao I would literally love u forever if u could spread the word? You don't have to actually answer this post maybe just reblog the post I made about it? Also, any blogs u recommend?

I got you babe


Ok here's a warning.

I was scrolling through tumblr until you know those ad things? Or something like that. Well I accidently clicked one of them and lil note popped up saying I have an virus on my iPad Pro. I contacted apple and cleared my history through generals but I wanna know if anyone else made the same mistake and actually got a virus?

So just be careful of those ad things sometimes.