Maybe there was a time when the word of a disembodied voice would not have been enough. He doesn’t remember it. He doesn’t remember a lot of things. He remembers a lot of things. He remembers the wrong things.
He is slow. Maybe he wasn’t always slow, but he is slow now. There is no straight line between points. He considers every tree and every flower. He picks apples and catches lizards. He stares at the sky, and chases the stars.
He doesn’t speak much. He’s told he never did. He wonders if it was then what it is now, the way the words taste wrong and never fit on his tongue. Hylian and Hylian and Hylian but it never sounds right to the points of his ears. His first language is foreign and his accent is nowhere. He doesn’t sound like a hero. He doesn’t know what he sounds like, but he knows he doesn’t like it. It grates the way any wrong thing grates. He says nothing, and no one seems to mind.
He catches beetles, and stops to take pictures of fish.
In the burnt husk of a home, he finds a rusted shield. It didn’t do them much good, whoever they had been. He finds them all over, these floors without ceilings, these roofs without walls. He wonders, always: have I been here before? Did I know them, once? This house on the mountain, this cabin in the woods, would they have recognized me? Was this a name that fit on my tongue?
He learns to bake a cake, breaks rock salt and rubies from veins of ore in the earth.
He moves the sails of a raft with a Korok leaf, and he thinks: this should be easier. He wills the wind to move, but there is nothing. He looks out at the ocean and thinks: what might we find there? His raft is dead wood. He is alone.
He catches fairies in his hands, pink light and warmth and a faint ringing in his skin. They never complain. They never speak. He opens his hands to let them go, and they are the wrong color. The Great Fairy laughs, and it’s so much prettier than it used to be. Than it never was. He rolls glass bottles in his hands, but he doesn’t take them with him.
There is something restful in this. He can’t explain it, even if he had words to try. In his long slumber something inside him came unmoored, and he knows things he must not. He is tired. He knows this most of all. There is work to be done. There has always been work to be done.
He lights a fire, roasts a fish, picks at the flaky meat while it’s still hot enough to burn his fingertips.
He thinks of a sister he never had. He thinks of a grandmother he never had. Did he know his grandmother? In the Lost Woods he stares at the Deku Tree, and knows this is not home. There is a green-haired girl on the backs of his eyelids, and she sounds like three notes repeating.
He finds an ocarina made of wood, and runs his fingers over the holes. Three notes, repeating. He plays them, and nothing happens. He checks the shape of the moon and his reflection in the water. He plays three notes, different this time. There is nothing but an ache.
It sounds more like his voice than his voice ever did, and that hurts worse than silence.
He tries to remember Mipha. He wants to remember her most of all. They were friends, he is told. Close, he is told. He has nothing but fragments and a shirt that fits too well. When he tries to remember, he sees blue scales instead of red.
Zelda is Zelda is Zelda. She is the reference point around which the world turns. She is always Zelda, even when she isn’t. Her face is always her face. He is grateful and resentful in turns. There are so many people he would remember, if he could. Instead there is Zelda.
Ganon is not Ganon is not Ganon. He doesn’t know if Ganon has a face. He’s had so many faces. Was this ever a man, this manifestation of malice? He remembers eyes of gold, he remembers snouts. He recognizes the smell of him in burnt cloves and blood.
Fear is red lights and a blue glow. He knows these things were hope, once. He can’t remember it. He can’t remember seeing six metal legs and believing they would save him. Did he always know that it was helpless? It feels like he should have known.
The words are different, but the meaning is the same. He is procrastinating. If he needed an excuse, he would call it training. He would say they need every advantage. He would say they will only have one chance. No one asks for excuses. He says nothing.
Zelda has waited a hundred years. She waits, still.
She remembers a boy who never rushed her. She remembers, the way he does not, his silent patience while she found herself. While she took too long to find herself. She will wait for him to find himself, even if he takes too long. They may doom the world with their patience, but does the world not owe them this? There are so many worlds, and so few of them are kind. What could this world have been, if it had been kind? What might she have saved if it had not demanded saving?
She did not save the world. She will not save the world. She saved a single point of kindness who did not ask it from her. She will not ask it from him, but he may save her all the same. He is courageous. He is kind. Please, be careful.
He catches Koroks in durian trees, and chases dragons through canyons.
He jumps off a cliff to land in a stable, and no one there sees the hero he should be. He is no one, he is nothing. He is halfway to a beast, but they’re grateful for his help, when he offers it. He always offers it. He doesn’t know how not to.
His hands are calloused. Sometimes they bleed. He ties up his hair every morning, and does not stop. Swords fit so neatly in his hand. Sometimes he uses them to light fires or carve birds. It’s just easier. A sword is all he knows. He’s trying to be more. This might be beyond him.
Sometimes he growls when he’s angry. Sometimes he rips things apart with his teeth. Sometimes dogs follow him, but sometimes they whine. The shadows aren’t always unfriendly, and he feels them like fingers in his hair. There are eyes like fire in the mirrors at night, but he can only see them in the corners of his eyes.
The first time the Gerudo catch him, it was because he tried to scale their walls. Why did he think that would work? Urbosa would laugh if she knew.
He catches horses, but they’re never the right one. The hooves are wrong, the gait is wrong. They are never a part of him, an extension of his own legs. He rides across fields and they hesitate the way she never did. He whistles three notes, sometimes, but it never works.
He finds it, eventually. The place the voice told him about. Walls without a roof. Has he been here before? Surely he has. It’s night when he arrives. His footsteps make no sound. This is how he navigates the world, now, quiet as the sky. It’s easier this way. He kneels down to catch the latch on the chest, and when it opens, he cannot breathe.
He stares at it for a long time.
The moon is only the moon. His skin is still his own. Eventually, he breathes again.
Warnings: Angst, mentions of a car crash, drugs, alcohol, abusive relationship, fluff at the end don’t worry
Request by Anon: Can I request a Tony x teen daughter one where she lives with her mom. She kept her hidden from Tony for 14 years. Tony finds out about his daughter when she got sick and ended up in the hospital. He also finds out her mom was horrible to her and kept her in poor living conditions. So he shows up at their door with a lawyer and papers to find her doing drugs with friends and his daughter locked in her room. He takes her home where she feels safe for the first time
Author’s Note:Yay I finally got another request done! Sorry for the wait end of the school year is always fun. Anyway hope you enjoy it :)
You never liked hospitals so you tried to stay far away from them as possible. If you did get sick you would suck it up for a few days until your illness passed. Though, as fate would have it, you ended up in the building you hated. You were taking a cab home when a car pulled out too quickly hitting your side of the cab. No major injuries but you needed surgery to repair a ligament in your leg that tore in the crash.
Your mom, however, didn’t have that kind of money or at least you though she didn’t. When she instantly had enough money, you grew curious. Your mom could never hold a job for long and the jobs she did find weren’t high paying. When you asked her, she just brushed you off telling you that this was a discussion for later. You knew too well that she wasn’t going to bring it up unless she had to.
So now, here you were sitting in your hospital room alone while your mom goes out and parties with of few of her friends. Ever since you could remember, your mom always put partying before you. She rather get drunk or high with a few of her stoner friends than ever care about your well being. You couldn’t just leave even if you wanted to. Though she was a pain in the ass, you had nowhere to go. You never met your dad and he was probably just as bad as her.
What dampened your mood, even more, was that fact that you had to keep off your leg which meant you were trapped with your mother. You sighed sadly flipping through tv channels wishing you didn’t get in that cab so you wouldn’t be in this situation. Zoning out a bit, you didn’t notice someone was knocking on your door until you saw someone pop their head it.
“Miss (Y/L/N)?” A woman said as you sat up if your hospital bed.
“Yes,” You answered quietly trying to figure out who this lady was.
“I’m Mrs. Reynolds and I work with social services. I wanted to talk to you privately, your mother has already been informed.” She said as your blood ran cold. They were going to take you away and put you in the foster care system - something you did not want to end up in. “Miss?”
“O-Oh that’s fine,” You began clearing your throat, “What do you need to talk about?”
“Your mother recently reached out to your father when you needed surgery and he would like to meet you. He’s a persistent man so he’s currently waiting outside of your room. I wanted to make sure you were ok with this before I send him in.”
You stared at the women blankly as you tried to wrap your head around what was happening. Your father after fourteen years wanted to meet you. You always wondered what he looked like but your mom never kept any pictures of him. She didn’t even tell you his name after asking her many times. But here you were about to meet the man you always thought about. Nodding quietly you prepare yourself for the worst as Mrs. Reynolds leaned out into the hall summoning him in.
You expected a nobody, someone who either had no idea you existed or just now realized he made a mistake. But your were dead wrong, instead walked in someone you immediately recognized. It was Tony Stark, Tony freaking Stark. Your mouth dropped in shock as you stared at the man claiming to be your father.
“So (Y/N) right?” He said sticking his hands in his pockets unsure what to do next.
“Wait is this a joke? How? I mean, I know how but it’s been-”
“I know fourteen years. To be honest I didn’t know you existed until your mother randomly called me asking me for money.”
“Oh,” You quietly said trying to process everything.
“How’s the leg? I heard it wasn’t serious but surgery is surgery.”
“It’s ok,” You answered unsure how to act around Tony.
Watching him sigh, he walked closer to bed trying to think what to say next. He seemed just unsure of you as you were of him. You didn’t know why he even bothered to come, he missed most of your life already and now after one phone call, he’s here. Still, you were grateful he actually was a good person than some druggy who couldn’t get his life together.
“Look I know this is awkward,” He sighed looking at your uncomfortable posture. “But I don’t want to leave this room and not see you again.”
“Well then let’s start this off right,” He spoke excitedly extending his hand out to you. “I’m Tony and your name is?”
“(Y/N),” You replied with a small smile on your face.
And that was a start to a new beginning.
Three months later you were still visiting your father often but instead of taking a cab there, he made his driver Happy take you to him. After the cab incident, he made sure you didn’t have to ride with anyone else but Happy. Life was good for the most part, your mother was the same but you could tell she didn’t like you hanging around your dad.
He was pretty clear that she wouldn’t get a dime out of him unless it was for you. Once she heard that, she started taking her anger out on you. Your mom still had full custody and every night she would threaten to stop you from seeing your father. You had to beg her just to go see him even if it was an hour or two, just to get out of the house and away from her.
You wanted to tell your dad what your mom was like but you knew he didn’t want to fully adopt you. He was an Avenger and billionaire, he didn’t want some kid ruining his style. So you kept your mouth shut and enjoyed the time you had with him. That, of course, didn’t make this easier on you at all.
“W-Where are you going?!” Your mother slurred as her friends started to snort random drugs. “You know I don’t like you leaving when we have guests!” She was definitely high from whatever she was smoking. Your mom couldn’t function like an actual person when she was like this and that scared you.
“D-Dad’s,” You whispered as her face turned to rage. “I-I’m sorry I-I’ll go back to my room.” You ran quickly as your mother continued to scream from behind you. Slamming the door, you quickly locked it as she banged loudly against it.
Sending your father a text that you couldn’t make it because of homework, you slid down to the floor trying to calm your breathing. Eventually, the banging stopped but you were too afraid to move from your spot.
Tony sighed reading the text you just send as he ate a handful of blueberries. He had a bad feeling that something else was happening back at your place. He knew your mother and she wasn’t as stable as she thought she was. Though he couldn’t just take you away from her, she still had full custody. This was something that he was going change.
He called a lawyer down beforehand to try to get custody and today he was going to ask you if you were ok with him proceeding with it. Tony was going to try and ask your mother first before trying to take this to court. He was even ready to offer her some form of money just to get you away from her.
You never mentioned how horrible your mother was to him but he had a feeling when you kept showing up with a few bruises every now and then. So when you said you couldn’t make it, he knew something was definitely wrong. Without even thinking, he was out the door with his lawyer ready to finally get you away from that hellhole.
Even after three months, he never actually saw where you lived. Happy always picked you up a corner farther away from your house. Your apartment was definitely not what he expected it to look like when he pulled out front. Some windows were boarded over while some were just broken. The roof looked old along with the cracked brick covering the apartment complex. Walking into the building was whole other story.
The smell was awful and you could hear bricking a few doors down. The wallpaper was peeling and the ceiling was littered with water stains. Tony knew more than ever, that he needed to get you out of here. When he arrived at your door, he knocked only for the door to slightly open. Pushing the door open and walking into the apartment, he called out to your mom.
When he got no answer, Tony walked further into the room, only to find your mom and her friends passed out surrounded by empty beer bottles and drugs. Without even glancing at his lawyer, Tony watched as his friend pulled out his cell phone to contact the police. Now all was left to do was find you and get you out of here. Stepping over a few bottles, he made his way over to the hall where he heard a few sobs coming from behind a door. Realizing that was you, he tried to open it only to find that it was locked.
“Leave me alone,” You whimpered.
“(Y/N), it’s me. Open the door,” He said hoping nothing happened to you.
Tony heard shuffling behind the door before he heard the lock quickly turning. Then the door flew open as you jump straight into his arms. You started crying harder finally letting out all the emotions you bottled up. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he made sure you felt safe.
“Shhh, I got you, I got you.”
Once your breathing calmed down, you wiped your tears away before hugging your dad once more. “M-My mom,” You hiccuped as tears started to form again.
“Don’t worry, I got her taken care of. Let’s go back to my place ok?” He said as you nodded following his lead.
Once the two of you were back at the tower you were still shaken up but you managed to calm yourself enough to explain what happened to your father. He knew you didn’t want to cause any trouble but you were clearly not in a good environment.
“You’re not going back there,” Tony said feeling the anger boil in him. “I won’t let you, that women will not be coming near you again.”
“But she still has full-”
“Not for long. I have my best lawyers working on it, she won’t come near you again. And after than stunt she pulled today she won’t have a case.”
“Really?” You asked as he nodded. You smiled widely as you jumped up from your spot and hugged him tightly. “Thank you, dad. I glad I tore a ligament that day.”
“Me too kid, me too.”
At the end of the day, you knew your father was there for you and would project you no matter what. After fourteen years with your mother, you finally felt safe and found a place where you could call home.
RIP Joseph Levitch (March 26 1926 - August 20 2017
There are no words I can say to properly express my gratitude and love I have for this man. He has always been a place of solace for me and he will continue to be. Jer is more than just a comedy legend and icon to me…and he always will be. Life is a little less bright today and I don’t think it’ll ever be the same. I hope he’s up there with his parents, grandmother, and Dean having a real blast.
it for yourself. Paint a wonderful picture of yourself. Look in the
mirror and see value. ‘Cause there’s a lot of people out there
who aren’t sensitive enough, aren’t caring enough, and that’s
negative, but it’s fact. Optimism will get them out of your way. If
it sounds like a pipe dream, try me. What have you got to lose? But,
everything to gain.” - Jerry Lewis
A/N: Hello there!! Thank you so much for the support for this series. Honestly I’m really scared that I’ll lose inspiration and motivation to write this story, so I’m trying to churn out a new chapter every few days. Hope you guys enjoy this! Do like and reblog (here’s me being desperate)
You and Harrison share the same group of friends, but somehow you can’t stand each other. All of your friends wonder how long it’ll take for you two to get along, or maybe even fall in love.
You sat down in the chair by your desk, facing the wall in front of it. The pictures on the wall seemed to stare back at you, memories pouring out of them. Your eyes drifted to a picture of your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend. You frowned. The sound of paper ripping echoed in your room as you tore apart the pictures of him. You scanned the wall for any pictures of him, ready to get rid of them.
You spotted a picture of you, your boyfriend, Tom and Harrison at a party. Harrison was frowning. You remembered that party. A fight broke out between your boyfriend and Harrison. It took you and Tom ages to break that fight up. You never knew that that fight was about, probably a disagreement. Harrison never liked your boyfriend. He always had something to point out about him. Flaws, his actions, all the little things that your boyfriend did seemed to bother him. Even his presences seemed to put Harrison off.
“Finally. He’s gone.” Harrison sighed as he plopped down in the couch. Your boyfriend just left your apartment, in which you shared with Harrison and Tom.
“Why do you dislike him so much?” You fired back, looking at him for answers. Was your boyfriend that bad?
“He’s such a dickhead. He cheated on his previous girlfriend you know…”
“And you cheated on my sister.” You said flatly.
“At least I learnt my lesson. At least I’m a decent human being.” Harrison spat. “All he does it flirt with girls when you’re not around. He’s terrible! Why can’t you see that? What do you even see in him?”
“I see a caring, charming and supportive man. He’s a decent human being. Unlike you.” You said in disgust. “Why? Are you jealous? That he’s getting all of my love?” You smirked at Harrison.
“God. Why would I need love from such a desperate and pathetic girl? I’m pretty sure no one wants love from you. Your boyfriend is just your charity case.” He rolled his eyes.
The words pricked your heart. Pathetic? Desperate? Charity case? How could he? You were not a charity case.
You were annoyed, and your pms made annoyed you even more. Anger bubbled inside of you as you thought of a comeback, or any statement. You had no words. You were at the end of your rope. You were mad. So so mad at him. You grabbed your keys and wallet. You needed to think.
You sat in the booth of your favourite diner, sipping a chocolate milkshake. You needed some chocolate to soothe your nerves and to satisfy your cravings. You though about what Harrison said. Would your boyfriend cheat on you? Does he flirt with other girls? Was he really what Harrison had described?
You wanted to text your boyfriend so badly, but he was on the way to the airport for a flight. You sighed. Megan? No, she’s at her parents place. Harry? No, he’s filming overseas. Sam.
You picked up your phone and was about to text Sam Holland. Suddenly, a strong grip pulled you up, dragging you out of the your seat. You looked up at the person who was dragging you. Harrison Osterfield.
“Let go of me!” You struggled. Why was he here?
He remained silent as he pulled you out of the diner. It was pouring.
“What were you thinking?” He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you, as if he was trying to shake you into reality. The rain pelted down onto you, soaking your whole body. Not a bit of skin was left untouched by the rain.
“Y/N! What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten hurt! It’s late.”
You stared into his striking blue eyes. They searched you for an answer, a reply, something that could put his worry at peace. You shrugged.
“I needed to think. Calm my nerves. I don’t know. Why do you even care?” You hissed.
“Because…” he searched for words.
“Because what? You need to ship me off to my charity case boyfriend so I can leave you alone?” You snarled.
“Gosh damn it! It’s because I car-” He started, but was interrupted by Tom.
“Nice one Haz! You found her!” Tom handed you and umbrella. “Let’s head home shall we?”
You stared at the picture. You’ve wondered about what Harrison was about to say. You tried to get him to say it, but he always brushed you off when you asked.
You jumped when you heard the sound of keys rattling. They were home. Tom and Harrison had been away for the past eight months. They were on a press tour for Spiderman: Homecoming and filming for Chaos Walking.
You walked to the front door, ready to welcome them back. Your eyes lit up when you saw your contraption that you had set up earlier.
“Thank God we’re back. I’m so tired. I want to mu-” Tom said as he walked in. He stopped when pink slime trickled down his face.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked, looking at you.
“Surprise?” You smiled cheekily.
Tom rolled his eyes and walked past you, bumping into you in the process. You frowned. What’s up with him?
“He’s not in the best mood. Paparazzi went way out of the line today.” Harrison said as he walked in with his luggage.
“I guess I should start cooking dinner.” You said sheepishly.
You stir fried minced meat, you chopped garlic and onion. You were cooking pasta, their favourite. You were stirring the sauce when suddenly, sauce started splattering, and a large amount of it got onto your shirt.
Tom was probably still mad, so you called for Harrison to get you another shirt. He passed you the shirt and took over cooking. You slipped off the dirty shirt and put on the clean one while his back was turned.
You stood next to him, wanting to take over. He refused to let you take the spatula from him, because he wanted to learn how to cook. You looked at his face, his blue eyes focusing on the pan.
“Oh my gosh Haz! You ruined it!”
Harrison looked at you, colour draining from his. He realised that all of your hard work had gone to waste.
“I’m so sorry… I could help you make another one.”
“I’m kidding. You’re doing great!”
He nudged you playfully, causing a giggle to escape your lips. You
“That was the first time you ever called me Haz.” He stated. He was right. It was. You never called him Haz. Always ‘Harrison’ or ‘HARRISON OSTERFIELD’ or even ‘HARRISON FUCKING OSTERFIELD’. You flashed a small smile and put your attention on your dinner.
“Be careful! Don’t burn it!” You pointed out.
“Y/N don’t worry… it’ll be fine.” Harrison smirked. “Don’t try to change the topic ya?” You looked down again. You didn’t know what to say.
“You know… We’ve changed. We’re both more mature now. I’m sorry for what I’ve done in the past. It was stupid. Forgive me.” He looks at you, warmth is in his eyes. He seemed genuine. He looked like he really wanted to be forgiven, unlike before when his apologies were empty.
“I know you may not be ready to forgive me. So I’m offering you a deal. Let’s be friends. For one month. We treat each other like friends. It’ll be a trial, so after a month, you can choose if you want to continue disliking me or we can officially become friends.” He offers as he scoops the sauce into the bowls.
What an offer. You furrowed your brows as you weighed the offer. Pros and cons. There weren’t many cons to be honest, it wasn’t like you disliking him would create some distance that could potentially ruin the whole sharing an apartment thing. Right?
“So what do you say?”
“You have yourself a deal Osterfield.”
A/N Leave me requests and suggestions! Feedback is appreciated too!
Oh! Oh! Can I request a Negan x reader fic where the reader just turned 18 and Negan shares her first drink with her which leads to the bedroom? I got my fingers crossed for a little freaky-Deaky. 🤞🏻❤️ @fandomfreak202
sorry this took a decade to get out! hope you enjoy! x
February. Red circle? Shit. Why did I circle today?” you thought curiously,
looking up at your calendar, you had purchased from the sanctuary’s ‘store’
with your hard earned points. You had the job of laundry, mostly just the wives
dresses and lingerie. They frequently needed them washing, considering Negan
got through at least a minimum of two wives a day. You couldn’t deny your
jealousy, sitting on your ass all day and getting anything you wanted would be
nicer than having to go outside and deal with the post-apocalyptic world. You
knew Negan would never offer you the chance to become a wife, his pet names for
you were ‘kid’ or ‘little one’, making you feel like a three year-old. He would
never see you as a woman, always that kid.
You got ready for the day, grabbing your point’s sheet and
heading down to the washroom. Your friend, Malia was already down there,
working away without you. “Trying to get some extra points? Your a half an hour
early.” She quizzed, looking confused. “No, I’m just a little forgetful today.
I circled today on my calendar and I can’t remember why. Did I ever mention it
to you?” Malia shook her head, folding the top she was holding. “No. I can’t
remember you mentioning anything.” You sighed, feeling stumped. You knew that
it would annoy you until you remembered why today was so special.
You finished your 7 hour shift, placing the washboard back
in its holder. Malia had finished about
an hour ago, saying good night to you as it was getting dark when she left. You
wiped your face with a flannel, a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead. You locked the door to the washroom behind
you, placing the key in your back pocket. You began walking back to your room,
located on the other side of the sanctuary. You took a turn to the left,
walking down the corridor that had the saviour’s rooms along it. Going up the
stairs, you came to the floor that housed the wives and their rooms. A pain of jealousy hit your heart, knowing
Negan was probably with one of them right now.
You came to your door, before Simon sneaked up on you from
behind, wrapping his arms around you in a hug. “Happy birthday, sweetheart!” he
exclaimed, as you turned your head to look at him. That’s what you had forgotten;
it was your birthday today! You didn’t really see the point in celebrating
birthdays anymore, but you didn’t want to put a damper on Simon’s mood. “Thank
you Si. What did you need me for?” You asked, just wanting to get a nice bath.
“Negan wants to see you in his room, asap.” he said, giving you one last hug
before walking off back to his duties.
You started to worry a little, if Negan asked you to visit him, it
wasn’t normally good. Last time, Dwight had been burnt by Negan. You couldn’t
think of anything you might have done to piss him off, so you hoped it wasn’t
anything negative. You walked further upstairs, onto the floor of Negan’s room.
This floor was reserved for Negan and his top guys, making you intimidated and
not worthy of being here. Negan’s door was placed at the end of the hallway,
every step you took felt like a mile. You approached the door, breathing in and
out before knocking firmly on the door.
“Come in!” you heard him shout through the door, firm and
blunt. You pushed the handle down, opening the door with a slight creak. You popped your head around the door, seeing
Negan sat at his desk, leather jacket placed on the back of his suede desk
chair. “You wanted to see me, sir?” you addressed him, not knowing what your
words did to him. “Come on in sweetheart.” He beckoned you in with his fingers;
you feeling yourself swoon at his nickname. You walked further into the room,
his eyes watching your chest swell in the tight tank top you had on. “Don’t be
nervous, darlin’. I brought you in here because…” he started, opening one of
his wooden desk draws to reveal a bottle of whisky. “I want your first drink to
be with me.” He pulled the lid off with his teeth, grabbing two small glasses.
He guided you to the couch, sitting at the side of you. He placed the glasses
on the glass coffee table in front of the couches. He passed you one, clinking the glasses
together before you both gulped them down. You heaved at the taste, feeling the
alcohol burning your throat. “Don’t worry darlin’, you get used to the taste.”
“So you were a teacher? In a school? With children? And you
didn’t get fired, ever?” you asked in disbelief, feeling tipsy from the whisky
you and Negan had been sharing. “Hey now, I was a good fucking teacher. I do
wonder what happened to my students sometimes though, some of them were fucking
good but others were fucking shit.” He confessed, downing the leftover contents
of the glass. “Did they call you coach Negan? Or Mr Negan?” you giggled,
picturing Negan in a sports outfit, playing soccer or basketball. “Always
fucking sir, sweetheart. They showed me respect, just like you do doll. I like
that about you.” He smiled, edging closer to you.
“You know, being 21 now. I
don’t feel any different; I don’t feel like a woman. I mean, what 21 year old
hasn’t had sex before?” you sighed, not realising what you had let slip to your
crush. “You’re a virgin, doll? Oh my
goodness.” He said, getting up from the seat. “Please, don’t treat me like a
kid. Negan.” You sighed, walking over to him, grabbing onto his t-shirt to make
him stay. “I want this, I want you. I have for a while but you see me as some
dumb kid, don’t you?” you cried, letting the alcohol mess with your emotions.
“No sweetheart, I don’t see you as a dumb kid. I see you as an independent,
sexy grown woman. I’ve always wanted you, hell more than my fucking wives. I’ve
imagined you in every position possible, but I didn’t want to act on it because
of your age. I didn’t want to be the creepy old pervert.” He explained, his
eyes burning into yours. “Well, lucky for you. I’m into older guys anyway.” You
whispered into his ear, beginning to kiss under his earlobe. You heard him give
a low growl, picking you up, walking towards the couch again. He put you down,
spreading your legs so he could get in-between them. He placed his lips on
yours, his beard rubbing against your cheek. Your fingers ran through his
slicked back hair, as his hands grasped your waist. You ran your hands down his
chest, and put them up his t-shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He
whipped it off, disregarding it on the floor, his full attention on you. He
placed his hands on his belt, undoing it so he could get to his zipper.
He began to slide his trousers down his legs
as you took your top off, throwing it down near his t-shirt. You straddled him,
feeling his hardening cock through his boxer shorts. He ran his hands up your
back, unclasping your bra. As soon as your breasts were exposed, he took your
right nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing. You moaned, grabbing onto his
hair. You broke away from him, so you could take off the rest of your clothes.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this babygirl.” He gasped,
pulling your naked body back on top of him. You put your hands down his boxer
shorts, grasping onto his hard cock. He moaned, bucking his hips slightly as he
lifted himself so you could slide them off his body. They fell like a pool at
the bottom of his feet, kicking them off before climbing back on top of you.
“Fuck, are you ready sweetheart?” he asked, you dripping with anticipation. “Yes
fuck!” you begged, Negan admiring you from above. He slid into your opening,
you fitting him like a glove. You felt a tight pain as he began at a slow pace,
knowing he didn’t want to hurt you. The pain started to subside the faster he
went, you easing more into it. “Fuck, Negan harder!” you moaned, wrapping your
legs around him, allowing him to go deeper. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so
fucking good!” he said, grabbing your legs from around him, placing them on his
shoulders. You gasped at the new feeling, pleasure building up in your core.
Negan could feel himself getting ready, not wanting to release before you.
“Come on baby, let me see that pretty cum face of yours.” He growled, hearing
your whimpers and moans bringing him closer to his own climax. You felt
yourself let go, along with a loud shout of Negan’s name. “Fuck, sweetheart.
Shit!” he swore, feeling him release inside you. He fell on top of you, making
sure not to crush your body in the process.
Hi, when i adopted my dog they said to get a martingale collar for her, because she pulls on the leash, so they said it would good. I just have weird feelings about the collar because it pulls on her neck. Is the martingale collar good or something you recommend or not?
Martingales are designed to prevent a dog from slipping out if their collar. It does not choke them, it just tightens up on the slack so if your houdini decides to do the ol’ back up and slip out move, the collar stays on. They are not intended to be training collars. My dog wears one cause he’s fancy. His neck is so long that 1/2″ collars look weird on him, so i’m now addicted to 2″ collars with cute designs!
Back to the point. Whatever you use must be intended as a stepping stone. Your goal can be a nylon collar, rolled leather, or martingale (brachycephalic breeds need harnesses) but these are for dogs who do not pull. You do not want flat pressure around the neck, it will damage the trachea.
So you try out whichever method you deem fit for your dog & pair it with training. There is no right answer, your dog will be different from everyone else’s. Some people will encourage their methods over others, but ultimately it is what works for your dog.
It is important to know that every tool that is used to prevent pulling is considered an aversive technique. Positive punishment. You are providing an unpleasant response to an undesired behavior. Whether thats a head collar, neck collar, or body harness. So in order to prevent yourself from relying on these methods, you must pair commands with your leash walks.
Dogs do not know how long the leash is, especially since you’re constantly moving. So when you give them a correction the instant they pull, they aren’t really getting the message. You’re being reactive, instead of proactive, and that can get confusing. Dogs pull because it usually gets them what they want. They want to get to that tree, and if they yank your arm, they get to go there! So you need to first remember that you are walking your dog for them, not for yourself, and use the privilege to smell as a motivator. If your dog pulls, then he does not get to smell that tree, but if he walks nicely - then you need to reward him by letting him smell the tree. A walk where you go around the block with no interruptions may sound nice to you, but it is torture for your dog! So many smells! Sights! Sounds! And you’re just going to go back home!? What is their incentive to not take control and make you stop at every fire hydrant?!?
Alright, so what to do? You simply give them a warning before they’re about to reach the end of the leash. Let them know that the end is near! What happens after your warning is strictly up to you and what works for your dog. You can change directions, stop in your tracks, or give a correction. I tell Charlie “easy” when he gets close to the end, and he almost always slows down right before he pulls. We tried every other method out there before he finally got the picture. Neck collars, harnesses, head collars… some work wonders for dogs, and some can actually make the pulling worse!
But ultimately, you can’t just rely on your tool to do the work for you. Nothing out there can actually teach your dog not to pull, because the second you remove that device - they’re going to pull!
I’ll give you my go-to analogy. You’re in your car on the freeway, most likely you’re going to speed a little bit, speeding gets you where you want to go, faster. Now you’re on the freeway but there is a police officer nearby, you cannot speed without being negatively impacted. So when the collar is on, the dog is going to listen, when the collar is off… he probably wont. Why? Because the only incentive to not speed is to not get a ticket, but what if there was a reward for not speeding. Every time you went the speed limit, you got to get something you desired! Well then i’m sure a lot more people would go the speed limit!
(TLDR;) Ok, enough cheesy analogies. The point is, teaching your dog not to pull takes training. There is no collar out there that is going to teach your dog anything, they are just band-aids. Your goal is to no longer need them after a period of time. But, some dogs have underlying reactivity issues and may never be able to walk nicely on a leash. Just because it can be simple, doesn’t mean it is for everyone. There are those who rely on their gear without even trying to train, but there are dogs who are either in the middle of training, or are not responding to training, that have to use this stuff. What i mean is, not every dog learns the same way. Just because you may have trained a dog once and it was super easy, doesn’t mean that all dogs are super easy. I have met Golden Retrievers that will make you want to cry and don’t even care - they just do not respond to positive reinforcement, and that is certainly not typical for the breed. So anyone with a Golden Retriever can scoff and say well MY Golden Retriever was walking nicely on a leash at 6 months. That means nothing! Stop judging!
EXO Reaction to getting a lot of support from their fans and their girlfriend’s
So I finished early today and I thought it would be good to take my mind off studying for a little while and write some pending stuff. ILY and thank you for waiting, Admin A~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/
*He can’t with it* “Look at them jagi… holding banners with our couple name… it’s so sweet!” *Relationship goals*
*Always goes online to read fanfics of you two xD* “I might have a blog about us… or not…She can’t know I’m our fan number one”
*He would probably post everything about your relationship on Instagram* “I’m giving these flowers to my jagi today, do you guys like them? Should I buy more?”
*Pretty shy baby* “Do you hear that baobei? It’s our fans chanting our name outside… my heart is beating so fast”
“I told you there was nothing to worry about, going public was one of the best things we have done. I love showing the world that you are mine, and the world supporting it”
*He would often be fangirling with your fans* “Omg omg I have to tell you this thing y/n did the other day! It was so cute!”
*Always showing his love and thanks to the fans for supporting you*
“You see what we did there baobei? We united our fandoms… it’s so beautiful. Thank you y/n for letting me be part of your world”
“How come our fans have better pictures of us than we do…. how?” *He really wants to know… and also wants good pics too xD*
*He knew it would happen* “I hate saying it but I told you so. There was no way the could hate you, you are adorable and I’m the lucky guy that got you”
*He’s always online, reading everything the fans write about you two* “I wonder how they get to know all these things… I bet someone is telling them… giving them some info, probably Baekhyun… but they say we are relationship goals which is nice”
*Him every time he hears someone talk about you two* “It’s so heartwarming hearing people talking about us with such nice words”
Summary: You’re dating Bucky Barnes, it’s good. It’s beautiful. Steve, his best friend has had a crush on you, wayy before Bucky returned. (Series) Warnings: Angst/ inspired by that one story in Love Actually but kinda not/ Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Wade Wilson, Negasonic, Colossus, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker & Sharon Carter.
Inspired by the song Jessie Girl - Rick Springfield
Steve knew listening to Wade was a bad idea, worse than listening to Stark. Yet, his idea was stupidly great. It was bullet proof in a sense, there was no way it would fall back on him if he did it correctly. He just had to wait till you and Bucky started wedding planning to act, which he didn’t have to wait long at all because you were so excited to start. In fact, within a week you were already looking for venues because they were always the hardest to grab.
“We have a year, even longer to plan anything,” Bucky practically whined one morning jog to Steve, making him chuckle lightly through the puffs of air. “And she’s already looking at venues”
“She’s excited, Buck.” Steve glances at him, “Aren’t you?”
Bucky all but grinned and chuckled. “Of course I am, I just think it’s a little early, ‘tis all. She’s acting like we have to get married next month; we got the rest of our lives together.” Steve nodded in agreement, “I have to go look at three places this weekend.”
“I thought you and Nat had that Russian poker night this weekend?”
Russian poker night was usually, drinking and intense games of cards. Steve, honestly, hated them. He couldn’t play that’s why but it was the betting, plus Nat’s competitive trait that made the whole experience awful. He loved Nat, he just didn’t like playing games against her, always preferred to pick her for teams; considering she was hell bent on winning whatever it was.
Bucky exhaled, “I gotta take a rain check because we’re leaving town to look, plus having to end up staying a night and looking the next day because of the appointments.”
Steve nodded and looked ahead, Sam jogging in front. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in thought as he contemplated his friends’ dilemma. He really did want to help Bucky; he knows how much the time with Nat and Clint means to him. He loved them both, especially Clint. Sharpshooters, it was destined for friendship.
He also saw this as a great opportunity to start the plan. Wade would want him to take this chance, is he really listening to the devil on his right shoulder, right now? The voice of reason could be faintly heard in the background, it sounded a lot like Sam. Maybe because he is yelling at them both.
“On your left”, “On your right.” Both super soldiers yell as they pass their other best friend, who continues to yell obscenities at them.
Steve lets the silence sit between them as he thinks over how to word his thoughts. “If you want, since I’m the best man, I could go instead.” Bucky looks over at him, bringing his jogging to a stop and Steve does the same. “I mean if you want me to. I’m happy to step in and help, plus Y/N is my friend and it’s not like she’s picking one then and there. It’s looking; I’ll come back and tell you my opinions. I don’t know it’s a suggestion.” Steve shrugged, scratching the back of his neck out of nerves.
Bucky thinks over his best friends’ suggestion, shrugging also. “I don’t see why not, I trust your judgement better than anybody’s, heck it’s why I’m dating Y/N.”
And that led to the hour car trip with you singing in the passenger seat travelling to the first appointment.
Which the first appointment was extravagant, Tony had booked you to view The Plaza Hotel, a grand building that held luxurious events and overpaid Wedding ceremonies. Yet, he wanted you to look at it and see if you actually liked what they offered, although Steve knew you preferred something smaller. Fewer chandeliers and ballrooms, well that’s his opinion anyway.
“Bride and groom, I assume?” A woman greeted with a smile as you entered.
You shake your head lightly, “No, Bride and Best man, the groom had other obligations today.” You explain light-heartedly, Steve smiling with his hands in his jean pockets.
The woman named, Rachel, nodded and led you towards the room where the ceremony is held. Giving a few little tidbits of information along the way; how Bridal suite is complimentary, how valet is offered and at $65 per car. Steve was stunned with how much this wedding would cost at this venue alone just from the price of fucking parking.
Both rooms shown were stunning. Grand halls, filled with chairs and tables, looking straight out of a movie scene. Steve let his eyes drift over to you, you were glancing up in awe as Rachel told you about the chandeliers, explaining every detail if you were in this room. You looked mesmerised, yet he didn’t see that twinkle. That urgency to have this venue, you didn’t feel this place was right and he knew that.
“What do you think, Stevie?” you called out to him, Steve looked up to see you and Rachel looking at him. “I trust your opinion, considering both Groom and Maid of Honour are off playing cards.” You gave a little shrug.
Steve chuckles and gives a soft exhale, stepping forward. “I mean, it’s beautiful,” he begins, “if you like this sort of thing.” Rachel frowns, “I don’t know, it’s flashy and big. Perfect for Stark, I personally wouldn’t pick a place this to get married but it’s not my wedding.”
“That’s right, it isn’t your wedding,” Rachel smirked and looked at you, “it’s yours and we have wonderful caterers. A wedding cake made by Ron Ben-Israel or Sylvia Weinstock,” she smiled smugly.
You let Steve’s words settle in and Rachel’s. “Well, what do you like?” You asked Steve suddenly and he took a long pause to think.
“I don’t know, I always pictured maybe a quaint little church, I’m traditional. I wouldn’t want the venue to take away from her beauty” he looked at you, you nodded once. “I’d want it just simple, yet modern. I’m not the same guy I was back in the forties, I have to adjust, and then I think the evening after the ceremony. Courtyard, I love the outdoors and I’ve had some of my best memories outside. Not too many people, on my side anyway. I’m a simple man, I guess.” He shrugged it all off, “plus, Laura Barton makes the best cakes.”
As Rachel begins to talk again you allow Steve’s vision of a wedding settle into your mind, honestly, it sounded so perfect. It sounded right. You didn’t want or need this flashy venue, it was beautiful but it wasn’t you. It wasn’t a place you ever pictured getting married nor was it calling out for you. So, you ended the appointment early and decided to find somewhere to have lunch.
“I didn’t put you off did I?” Steve asked sheepishly, you looked up at him as you crossed the busy New York street. “You seemed to really like that place, I don’t want to force my views onto you Y/N, I’d never want you to feel uncomfortable or that this day would be less important because of what I said.”
You smiled, always the worrier. “No, it’s the opposite. The Plaza isn’t somewhere I pictured myself ever getting married; I mean it’s gorgeous and grand. It’s just lacking that…” You trailed as you tried to find the words.
“Special something?” You nodded in agreement, “I’m sure you’ll find the perfect venue and you’ll know that that’s where you wanna get married.”
You shrugged with a small smile, “Hopefully, I think this is gonna be fun. You helping me, I should have picked you instead for my Maid of Honour.” You chuckled as Steve laughed; you linked your arm through his and led him towards your favourite sandwich place.
“Nat would have killed me,” you nodded with a little giggle.
*Last Venue Appointment*
“This is it.” You whisper as you glanced around the beautiful chapel, “I have that feeling; I want to get married here. This is where I wanna marry Bucky,” you grin at Steve who nodded as he looked around; he had to admit this was perfect.
Beautiful stainless windows, the sun casting perfectly, reflecting the beautiful pictures on the stone floor. Oak benches all lined and facing the altar; it was just classical and perfect. You had fallen madly in love with the place, only it was high demand and every Bride wanted traditional, that was unexpected considering Steve was said to be old-fashioned.
“They have next month or two years from now,” you sighed unhappily to Steve who wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “This is the place, Steve, I know it and it’s my rotten luck it’s gotta be either too early or so late.”
Steve held you and his mind drifted, well his mind shifted into Wade Wilson’s mindset. Bucky had mentioned how fast this was moving, how it was like you wanted to get married next month. He obviously hadn’t said anything to you about the pace, the nice metaphorical angel was screaming on his left shoulder to bite his tongue.
“I mean, if this is the place you should take it,” you pulled away and looked at Steve. “Either date seem fine; Nat can plan a wedding in under a month, especially with Pepper’s help! Or… wait two years, you’ll still love Bucky the same as you do now, considering you’re marrying him.”
Either option worked well for Steve. High pressured stressful environment between you and Bucky, rushing to plan a wedding in less than four weeks or two years to make you realise, you should be marrying him. It seemed to work well on either case.
“I should call Bucky,” you trailed and looked at your phone. “I mean, you’re right, right? Natasha has planned missions in under an hour; this isn’t any different to that. Plus I don’t really want to wait, has Bucky said anything about dates or?”
Shit. Think of something, Rogers.
“Uh-nope, not a thing about dates,” that wasn’t a lie. Bucky had never brought of dates, he had mentioned how fast paced this seemed but you didn’t ask the right question for that answer.
And this whole thing has led to Steve having to awkwardly leave the apartment as you and Bucky argued over your rushed behaviour when you returned home that Sunday evening. He met Wade at the bar, where his friend Weasel tends. Sat on the bar stool, hoodie on and baseball cap, he glances at Wade after spilling the entire weekend story to him and Weasel.
“Well, fuck,” Wade says through his suit and looks at Steve who just nods. “I, honest to god, didn’t think you had it in you.” He pats Steve broad shoulder and points to Weasel, “He deserves a drink on the house.”
Steve sighed as Weasel hands him another beer, “I didn’t either but the little devil on my shoulder wouldn’t shut up!”
“I am the voice of reason,” Wade holds his glass high, probably grinning under his mask.
“You mean stupidity.” Weasel counters, “Why did you listen to him? He refused to talk to Vanessa because of his ugly mug, understandable but still, dating advice from a fuck-face.”
Steve chuckled and shrugged, “Desperate.”
They nodded at one another, “stick with me kid and you’ll be banging Bucky’s girl in no time,” Wade patted Steve’s shoulder as Weasel rolled his eyes and Steve exhaled loudly.
(Sorry that it takes me forever to update this series, I was just trying to format how the other parts would pan out if I decided a certain thing. a lot of rewriting, I am undecided on the ending of this, yet. - Rosalee)
Back at Watford, if someone had told me that one day I would be doing Simon Snow’s laundry while he just sits around, I would have laughed in their faces and asked what sort of enslavement spell he was planning on using against me. But as I sit here, folding Snow’s shirts into neat piles while he stares off into space, I begin to realize that he doesn’t need magick to get me to do what he wants.
“Baz,” he had said to me just a few hours earlier. “I’m rubbish at laundry. Will you help me?” He had flashed a huge grin and batted his stubby eyelashes at me, a signature Snow move when he wanted something, and I knew that I was completely helpless against it. He knows I’m completely helpless against it. Even without his magick, Snow could make me do anything if he tried hard enough.
It’s evening now, and the setting sun is filtering in through the windows. Snow is sitting at the other end of the sofa, surrounded by his messy piles of clothes. He only bothered folding two articles of clothing, then decided he was bored, and instead has been staring off at the windows while I work through the basket on the floor. I should be more irritated at him, but every time he closes his eyes and runs his hand through his hair, the sunspots that have made their way through the blinds dance across his arms and face, and he looks positively radiant. And I wonder how someone like him, with his boxy shoulders and his ruffled hair, could always be so angelic. So glowing. So beautiful. So—
“Snow, what the fuck are these?”
His eyes immediately leave the windows and dart over to my hands, as I reach into the laundry hamper and pull out the most atrocious pair of boxers I’ve ever seen. One half is red and the other blue, and they’re covered in various pictures of Spiderman in different poses. I almost laugh, and as Snow’s eyes widen, I do.
“Baz! Give me those!” Snow immediately launches himself across the couch to retrieve them, but the piles of clothes get in his way, and I hold the boxers above me, far out of his reach.
“Where did you get these?” I ask, still laughing. “They’re hideous.” He tries to grab my arm, but I hold onto his wrist with my free hand and hold the boxers off the side of the couch.
“Hand them over,” he says, turning his wrist out of my grasp. He tries to move towards me, but I push back on his shoulder.
“Did you have these when we were at Watford?”
“Shut it, Baz!” He says, trying to move away from my hand. But I hold onto him tightly.
“Crowley, Snow. So you’re telling me that every time you threatened me and my life with that bloody sword of yours, you were wearing these? Truly? The Chosen One, sporting around Spiderman underwear?” I start laughing again because it has to be one of the most absurd images that has ever come into my mind.
“Fuck you,” he says, swinging his shoulder out of my grip. He stands up and tries to walk over to the side of the couch, but I catch his legs with mine and wrap them around his, holding him in place.
“I don’t think so,” I say. I lean up and put the boxers behind me, between my back and the couch, and lean against them. “You’re not getting these back. I’m holding them hostage forever.”
“Baz, c’mon,” he whines, crossing his arms and locking his gaze with mine. Then in a quiet tone, he says, “those are my favorite.”
I laugh again and wrap my legs tighter around him. “That’s hilarious, Snow. But you’re still not getting them back.”
He furrows his eyebrows briefly, then tilts his head to the side. He flutters his eyelashes at me and grins. The signature Snow move.
“Please, Baz?” He asks, sweetly. “Can I have them back?”
I hesitate briefly but try to push down the need to give Snow what he wants.
“That’s not going to work on me this time,” I say. “You’re not getting these back.”
He furrows his eyebrows again, but he doesn’t frown. Instead, his lips curl upward into one of the most antagonistic smirks I’ve ever seen grace his perfect lips. He leans down, placing his hands against the back of the couch, on either side of my shoulders, and settles his face only inches from mine. He tilts his head to the side and smiles.
I narrow my eyes at him. “No.”
He leans in and kisses me. Once, then twice. And then a third time. I don’t kiss him back because I know his game; he’s trying to distract me. But then he kisses me a fourth time, biting my lip gently in the process. I try to stay focused, pushing my back against the couch, but then he kisses my jaw. Crowley. Once. Twice. And then again. And he’s trailing his mouth along it. And then he slides his hand into my hair and the other against my side. I lean my head back slightly. And he starts kissing down my neck, and along my throat. Then he bites me there, and I shudder. Crowley, I’m done for, I think. And then he suddenly starts kissing at the base of my neck, and then he moves along my collarbone, and then he—
“Hah!” He exclaims, startling me. I open my eyes that I hadn’t realized I had closed, and he’s now standing in front of me, waving the boxers around in the air.
“You’re too easy, Baz,” he says, smirking at me.
I cock an eyebrow at him, irritably.
“Fine, Snow,” I say, leaning up. “You win.”
He sticks his tongue out at me.
“But we’re not done yet,” I say.
“Wha—?” Before he can finish, I lean forward and grab him by the shirt collar.
So, part of me always wondered why Mic didn’t ask All Might to be his co-moderator (I don’t
know, I just picture them being the loudest,
funniest pair of moderators ever) before I remembered that Toshinori had no
chance to do that job because of his time limit. The Sports Festival clearly
lasted longer than an hour, and All Might would never have been able to keep
his quirk up for that long.
And then I thought – what if Toshinori really would
have liked to be the moderator, cheering for his students loudly? The way it is,
he could only sit it in the audience, trying to draw not too much attention
while he cheers at least a bit.
I mean, imagine that – Mic being all enthusiastic about
it, goes over to Toshinori, clapping his shoulder while asking him if he would
do him the honor of being his co-moderator for the day.
Toshinori brightens, really liking that thought, before
he remembers about his limits. It’s obvious in the way he deflates, smile
falling and eyes vanishing in the shadows as he declines with a half-laugh. He
would have really liked to, to cheer for his students, he assures as he
declines, but he really can’t sadly.
Perhaps Mic notices how disappointed the other is.
Perhaps he just wants to annoy his good friend. All in all, Mic quickly
recovers from the rejection and is all like, “Then the other teacher will have
to do some cheering – Shouta, come on, join me!”
And Aizawa answers flatly, “No.”
“Aww, come on, it’s gonna be fun!”
“No, Mic, I’m still injured – Mic! Let go of me!”
And Toshinori is left behind, still a bit disappointed
but already smiling again as Aizawa gets dragged off by Mic who chatters
animatedly about how much fun this is going to be and that Shouta won’t have
to do much, don’t worry…
I just really want to know how Mic managed to drag
Aizawa with him, alright.
Hello! I'm sorry to bother you, I've just seen the photos of youngjae in a white suit and he looks perfect 😭😭 I was wondering what were your favourite pictures of youngjae in a suit? (Personally I really liked the white one he wore recently and then the red one he would wear for if you do).
My favorite pictures of Youngjae in a suit? All of them..hahaha I can’t choose because I always love him in suits. He looks sexy & hot when in it.I love him in black & red suit the most but him in that white suit looks perfect. kekeke These are some of favs
i,,, have had a thing for photographer kihyun for like,,,eVer sinCE i started stanning him,,,
and since there’s not much out there fics/aus about photographer kihyun
ok but photographer!kihyun would be both cool and cute i kid u not
the type to always???? ALWAYS!!!! have his camera by his side; either slung on his arm or in his backpack
there was this one time he forgot to bring his camera along and his friends thought something happened to him or the camera
“is ur camera oKay??????r YOU okay????” “why wouldn’t they be okay and im here aren’t i?”
turns out he just forgot to charge the batteries overnight shdsdsj clumsy
but how much do you wanna bet he can’t sit still without his camera by his side?
“yOo kihYUN sTop FidgEting” “i cant help it!!!!i’m so used to have my camera with me i-”
his camera is basically his wife,, but anyways moving on,
the type to be gone during the weekends to take short trips to the beach or countryside for pictures
“hey kihyun are you free this weekend” “can’t im going to the beach” “hey ki-” “CANT i have to go to the neighbouring city”
but his pictures ended up being to die for so it’s forgiven ;;
his phone wallpapers,,, would mostly b pictures of sceneries he took. Only on rare occasion it would be faces of people,,,, prob mainly bcs it was him who took it.
imagine him putting a picture of minhyuk because he loved the way the pic turned out and minhyuk saw,,,
“omg ki i didn’t know u liked me that much ;”^ )” “i DONT. the pic just turned out nic-” “AWWW SHUSH I Like Me Too ;););)” “sdhjsdhjskajhskja remind me to not take a pic of u ever again”
“no way u like the way he poses for pics too much to not take pics of him” - prob shownu
its tru tho kihyun is picky when it comes to his pictures, especially potraits and he always complains about how its so hard to take pics of shownu
“shownu u do know you can breathe like normal, right?”
god his instagram would b aesthetically pleasing nd like, low quality-ly hq,,
pics from his trips? pics from his coffee stops? pics of mx hanging out? you got them all!
but like,, what’s hard to see in his feed is probably his selfie since he takes bad selfies according to wonho and minhyuk
“i DO NOT. take bad selfies” - says kihyun as he poses the same pose for 2938482 selfies with the same angle
so instead of uploading his selfies, the only pictures that would have his face in it would be the candids the boys took of him
from when he’s drinking coffees, or from when he’s taking pictures,,,
mostly r pics of him taking pictures w his camera since he find himself looking extra cool doing those
but like,,, since most of his pics r candids, u can hardly see his face since it’s always being covered w camera or looking down
also since most pics r from the boys, u could expect to see minhyuk or wonho annoyingly commenting on his pics
“omg what a cool pic i wonder who took them” “i bet the photographer’s good looking tell him i’m a fan of him!”
“im Blocking. both of u”
ok but you,,,, you do know kihyun, sort of
that is if u consider being friends with changkyun and hearing changkyun bragging about how good this one photographer friend is then yeah you do know kihyun
you follow him on instagram, but like,,, u never actually met him before??
tho judging on his ig pics he seems attractive but also seems like a snoob?? or a bit cocky?? based on his comments so idk,, u just dont really like those type of guys
but anyways, you’re studying filming major in school so you’re always standing behind the camera or screens instead,
but you’re been told a handful of time that you have enough visuals to be a model,, it DID crossed ur mind but like???me??? a model??? must b mad enough to do That, so u didnt
so you’re a close friends with changkyun, and you two are always hanging out when kyun ain’t hanging out w mx
so when you’re out together, it’s always u who takes kyun’s pictures and you’re no photography student, but you could say your pics r decent (since you actually like photography as well,)
changkyun loves!!!! ur pic and he always say that you would bond well with kihyun since the two of you have similar taste
youre like “naaaaah no thx” and kyun just shrugs bcs like okay then sure no fOrcing u
so u continue to hangout with changkyun with him mentioning about wanting the two of you meeting up but you always refusing
one day you two were hanging out at the park, just casual and being a bunch of goofs when kyun said some of the mx boys r here and wants to meet up nd if its okay with you
“yeAH??? i mean i would love to meet them anyways especially minhyuk! i heard he’s kinda cool,,”
“yeah but there’s gonna be kihy-” changkyun before his words being interrupted by a hollering minhyuk from afar
you immediately recognize minhyuk based on his jumpy attitude and also wonho who’s following behind a sprinting minhyuk
minhyuk immediately pounced on changkyun and you like,, laughed at how done kyun looked
u suddenly heard some clicker sound beside u and when u turn, ur eyes meet w a pair of very??? beautiful??? eyes???
it took a few seconds but u then realized it was kihyun,, with his camera his hand,, like OF COURSE kihyun would b around taking pics
immediately introducing yourself to the boys, changkyun immediately said, “ah ki hyung, she’s the one who always took my cafe an d ootd pics”
youre like ?? but when u look at kihyun he was like O-o and was saying “yeah i sorta figured?? since u hardly hang out w anyone else anyways” but he wasnt even looking at u or anything,,,
“wow he really /is/ snobby,,,,” was what u thought at first since even after a few mins of hanging out at the park, he still wont meet ur eyes??? even when he’s talking to you or something??? wow rood.
but like yea you guys hanged out for a while longer before u decided to leave the boys alone
so when you excused yourself, changkyun was like “yeah yeah sure i’ll see you later” but
kihyun seemed weirdly and surprisingly disappointed for someone who hardly made any eye contact w you through out the hour of hanging out
nd judging on his personality around the boys and on what changkyun told you, you doubt he’s actually SHY
(in which he is but we’ll get to that later)
but anyways, kihyun was like: “you’re leaving already?”
“????y ea??? i have early classes tomorrow so,,”
“o right your filming classes”
???? ?you’re actually surprised that he knows??? but okay then
so like u go home and attend your classes like normal for almost a whole week, nothing unusual happened, and u doing ur usual routine,
like going to classes, having lunch w your friends and changkyun when he’s free, studying in the library,, and even going out during the afternoon for an hour of,,, walk
so here’s the thing
even when you’re a film student, you have a huge interest in photography, so,
every afternoon you would go out for an hour or two, just to walk around town, stopping once in a while to just take pictures.
people thought you go out for some exercises but l mao n O
you always have your small handy little camera by your side,, your loyal best friend.
so like it was a week??? after that meeting with kihyun and the other boys, but nothing happened,
you did saw kihyun around the campus once in a while,
but everytime your eyes locked, he would blin k for once or twice then quickly look away,
in WHICH, helped u to think that he’s really a snob
(u gH HE IS REALLY NOT but we’ll get there anyways,)
so like one afternoon you’re just walking around town, taking pictures like normal,
and you’re at this small park at the end of town,
its small, and not packed, just like how u like it,,
so you ended up just spending your afternoon there, taking pictures and stuff
nd after a while u spot a cute little kitten playing around, and of course u took pictures of it
the cat spotted you and it just ran towards you and soon,,
your camera was forgotten and you’re there,
just sitting on the ground and playing with the little kitten,,,
it was really peaceful, with just you and the kitten, and maybe some one or two people passing by, a couple sitting on a bench nearby,, but that’s just it
it’s not noisy or anything, just the way you like it,,
at least until u heard some sound of the flicker of a camera
looking around, you were expecting to see someone taking photos of views or the trees,, BUT
what you wasnt expecting was seeing a camera lens being pointed directly towards you,, just a few feet away from you,, and the kitten
you just stared at the camera,, nd the person behind the camera since you’re not really sure what to do
because like you’re not sure either to be mad or not?? since yea, it’s not nice to take other people’s pictures without permission but like,
you yourself have taken so many candid pictures of others,,, so??? u’re not exactly sure??
realizing they were caught, the person quickly lower down their camera and bow down their head slightly
but like you managed to catch their face and you just,,,: “kihyun???”
the person look up at you and with his round glasses on the bridge of his nose, his beanie covering his black hair, a simple round sweater hugging his figure,
you could easily tell it is indeed your campus’ infamous photographer, Mr. Yoo Kihyun
“what are you-”
“look, i’m sorry for taking your picture without permission it’s just that the settings was all so nice and the sunlight was on point, the kitten was active and you look really pretty so i just had to,, and like i hope u dont ask me to delete them??? because it’s really pretty,,, like i could show u if you don’t believe me it’s ReALLy nice!!! and-”
“l mao kihyun you’re babbling and yea of course you can keep them,”
“please dont tell me to- wait, what?? reaLLy???”
“yea h, i mean, as long as i look good in them tho”
“o- oh,, well,, u do look decent i guess???”
“don’t lie, i heard it when u said i looked pretty.”
“o h sh OOt”
CUE a cute blushing kihyun scratching his nape, trying to figure out how to cover up his honest words he blurted out a while ago,
but when he looked up trying to spit out some words about how it was the sun that helped you looked nice,, he sees you grinning at him while the little kitten still playing with your fingers,,,
and he thought,, oh screw it
“y-yeah,, well you always look good anyways, so nothings new”
and when he sees your cheeks slowly growing red, he was glad he said those words,,
he’d always thought you’re cute anyways, only he never actually brought up the guts to approach you properly
and now,, with you here for once smiling at him instead of looking at him as if he’s some kind of snob you hate, which he knows you thought of him that way before this,,
he decided he’s gonna be a Man and not waste this chance with you
“but like, do you wanna see it though? the pictures, i mean.”
a/n : i might do a second part of this, who knows since i have a major big fat love for photographer!kihyun anyways! Also, newton was released today and photographer!kihyun made his appearance!!!!
Description: Kim Jongdae, the institute’s alleged bad boy, is your student—so to speak; he makes you go crazy.
Word Count: 1500
Author’s Note: Highly inspired by EXO’s (ofc they r my muse) Going Crazy - of course, only that one line.. e n j o y *^*
Kim Jongdae—the boy made you go crazy, quite literally.
“Give it back, Kim!”
You were livid. Screaming and running around in circles, too, as you’d been doing for the past five minutes. You exhaled a throaty noise. If it weren’t for the cursed need of extracurricular credits, you wouldn’t even conceive something like this actually happening.
This as in having the institute’s so alleged “bad boy"—yes, do emphasize the quotation marks—in your dorm stealing your, what you called, “shit nobody should ever see unless they want their eyes extracted with teaspoons”. Ah, and you were chasing him.
“You do realize you’re slow, right?” The guy had the nerves to say.
“You do realize I could sue you for this, RIGHT?!” You retaliated, aiming for his back with a pillow.
“Tsk, think I can’t find a good lawyer—?” There was a crash. “Nice aim.” He regarded you with mock when you stared wide eyed at a broken flower vase. Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown that pillow.
“Jongdae…” you seemed to growl between gritted teeth. “Give him back or—”
Jongdae’s scream appeared to be laughter, shrill and loud. “What, you give them names too?”
Brandishing him as he said so, dark tendrils of hair fell upon his face; his eyes, a similar black, were covered; his mouth twisted into a grin. He held his hand up high, where you could see him: Your plushie.
“Oh, have you ever named one after me—ah!” He had begun when you full on went on tackle mode, bringing him down with all the power that fit in your body.
Fortunate enough, you managed to throw him onto your pillows—you weren’t going to let this brat fracture yourself, for crying out loud!
You struggled to bring your head up, perhaps you’d hit his chin. Serves him right. His eyes connected with yours upon rising them, or so it seemed as you couldn’t see well due to your hair having fallen out of your whatever that thing had been. Who actually invested hours in their hair anyway? Probably Kim, here, you thought a bit bitterly.
“Why,” Jongdae pushed some strands behind your ear, making you look at him. “I did say you’ll be all over me someday but I didn’t think you'ld be actually all over me.”
You gave him a sugar-coated smile, “Tell me again why I agreed to be your tutor.” All the while, your knees purposely stabbed his thighs.
His breath caught, “B-Because you need the credit.” You drew back. “And because you’re a nerd.” You pushed back immediately.
“Who even uses that word anymore, nerd,” your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth. You patted his shoulder in mocked sympathy. “No one will know about this, are we clear?”
And no one must know. You were already somewhat bizarre to begin with, you wouldn’t deny it. Of course, you had your friends and nobody ever went over the line of simply saying “wow, you’re kinda weird”, but hey, you couldn’t risk it. It mattered little to you, really, what others thought of you. Regardless, you felt this one secret a bit more private—a personal struggle or a never ending recollection of yours, perhaps. Ever since the age of five, you’d been collecting those plushies…
“Sorry, can’t promise something I can’t accomplish,” he said. “You see, there’s the slightest possibility of me having taken some pictures of…that.
Your fingers wobbled slightly before tightening menacingly around his shirt. How you wanted to strangle the boy. “Why—why would you do that?”
“Would you look at that, I was wondering the same—”
“Kim…” You down right whined and quickly recoiled—the creature was rubbing off on you, you thought grimly.
“Why, I could always give them to you, the pictures,” he said. “But you would have to—”
“To what, Jongdae?” Your chest was heavy and your head throbbed with unwanted anticipation. Nothing, really, that came from Kim Jongdae you thought could mean good.
“Go out with me.”
The words hung in the air, painfully clear. You’d been expecting anything. Anything but that. The thought would have never, could have never crossed your mind. Even after hearing it from him, right this very moment, you knew the universe could only be playing tricks on you.
“G-Go?” You were faintly lightheaded though you wondered if it was rather from the good bump you’d gotten. “Go where?”
“On a date, of course, where else is there to go?” Jongdae replied calmly.
How about home, you wanted to urge him into leaving immediately. Surely, he was doing it to amuse himself.
“Wait, so you are saying that you won’t spread that picture if I go out with you?” You said instead.
He hummed, “That’s pretty much it. Not so complicated, huh?”
Your face ought to be catching on fire, you were burning. “What the hell—no. No, absolutely no!”
“What—why? It seems pretty fair to me,” Jongdae was utterly taken aback.
“Fair?! I— You can’t coax someone into dating you, Jongdae. However pretty your face may be, you can’t. And to blackmail—”
“I’m not forcing you into anything, (Y/N). Much less dating or a relationship. I’m simply… asking you out, is that too hard to realize?” The corner of his mouth twisted upwards, a tiny bit of teeth showing in a expression that only meant trouble. “Besides, I would hardly say I’m blackmailing you—think of it as returning a favor.”
“Bullshit. If you wanted to go out with someone you could very much pick ANYONE. Why me? Well, of course to…” You groaned, scratching your bedding. “I’m going crazy.”
“I know what you’re going to say. To annoy you. To play with you.” Jongdae shook his head and you could see what appeared to be disappointment. “Do you think so severely of me?”
Lost at word, you struggled to come up with an answer to that, jumping onto something else entirely. “Even if that were true; you wanting to hang out, I mean, why not pick someone else? Jongdae, I’m weird! Remember that? And you, well, of course, you shouldn’t be seen—”
“Weird? What is wrong with that?” His words surprised you, much so that you went still. “Sure you have an actual shrine dedicated to stuffed animals, but who hasn’t one about something else? I think it’s cute.”
You realized Jongdae was waiting for your response. “B-But, I’m a nerd, right? And don’t come at me with that crap, you say I’m weird, too! Why don’t you get someone more cool, a better fit for yourself,” you said in a gulp.
“Oh, you know I was joking about the nerd part. You’re… interesting, too. Quite a lot, in fact. And I can’t help it, I want to know what you’ll come up with next, be around you to see it.” He said sheepishly. Then, his face turned unexpectedly bleak. “As for finding someone else, don’t you see? I can’t find anything real but you between the fakeness of people.”
You found your mouth wide open. So he thought you were interesting, real. Well, that last bit was true, at least. You never pretended to disguise your quite visible dislike towards him—what would be the point of it. Yet you couldn’t help that tiny sting. That itty bitty feeling of pity and something else you couldn’t precisely put your finger on.
“So,” Jongdae said with a light to his voice. “Have I convinced you? I still have the picture if it didn’t, you know, a precaution.”
“Ugh, Jongdae,” you brought the pillow you’d be holding to his face before ruffling your hair like a madwoman. “I hate you.”
“Is that a yes?” As dark his eyes could be, hidden behind black tendrils of hair, they seemed to brighten.
“I hate you, really,” you merely replied with a small smile.
He smiled, too. He looked much more beautiful while doing so, you thought. He laughed, then; screaming a ‘yes!’ that appeared to you to be out of focus.
As if your hearing could blur, your eyes were deaf, and you were confused as to why he pulled you by the shoulders. As to why he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead and as to why he suddenly left. The door slamming closed with a click after him as the clock ticked the end of your tutoring lesson and you thought, I’m really going crazy.
Summary- REQUEST BY Anonymous- Hi! I was wondering if I could get a Best friend X Mark were they always have matching hair colors and Amy & Tyler (Readers boyfriend) find it cute and Tyler or Amy posts a pic of the pair while tagging the other (Amy Or Tyler) with the caption “So which one is mine?” Please and thank you!!
Word Count- 778
Pairing- Best Friend!Reader x Mark, Tyler x Reader
Warnings- Fluff, a little angst, breakup
A/n- Thanks, anon, for the awesome request. I had so much fun writing this, and I hope you like it! I don’t usually write Tyler x Reader things, but I tried! And, I gave her ex a cheesy name because I’m too lazy to do anything else. I hope this story does you justice, anon!
You sat on Sam’s bed, him holding you close to his body, so tight you felt as if he might never let go and you were fine with it, you wished he wouldn’t let go.
“Please, love, what’s wrong?” He asked you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head then resting his cheek there.
“I-it’s nothing, I don’t want to talk about it, babe.” You whispered, cuddling almost impossibly closer to him.
“Okay, babe. That’s alright, you haven’t got to tell me, but you do have to give me a smile.” He told you, pulling away just enough to look at you.
You gave him a quick smile, he could tell it was fake and had expected no more.
“No, not like that, babe! A real one.” He urged.
You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment.
“Sam-” You started.
“It’s okay! I’ll help you.” He interrupted. “Like this!”
With a swift movement he had you lying on the bed, hovering over you.
Before you could ask, his hands shot to your stomach and sides, fingers wiggling, causing you to burst into a fit of laughter.
After a couple minutes, he let up, sitting back and motioning for you to come to him.
You crawled over, a smile still present on your face as you laid your head on his chest.
“There’s that beautiful smile.” He said, running his hand over your hair.
“I love you so much.” You murmured.
“I love you, too.”
“Alright, now bring a flower up to your face!” Harry instructed, putting his camera back up to his own face.
You did as he said a plucked a flower from the field you were in, bringing it up to your face and looking away first, then at the camera lens.
“So now, just walk around and do your own thing, I want some natural looking ones.” He told you.
You started to wonder around looking at all the flowers, gently touching petals, you felt silly and started to giggle a bit, shaking your head.
“What is it? Are you bored? We can head off now, if you’d like.” He said, full ready to pack up.
“No, no. I just feel a bit silly, you know? I’d much rather walk around with you.” You informed, making Harry blush a little.
“Oh. I-I hadn’t realized, I’m sorry, darling. Here, let me put my camera in it’s bag and I’ll walk with you.” He smiled, kissing your cheek before doing just what he said.
He laced your fingers together and the two you journeyed the meadow, pointing things out to each other and talking about everything but nothing.
You smiled as you got an idea, stopping and letting go of Harry’s hand.
He looked to you, eyebrows furrowed.
“Lay with me.” Your voice was soft and convincing as the words left your mouth.
Harry grinned and slowly got down next to you, grabbing your hand again once he was settled.
“Harry?” Your voice squeaked a bit as you were nervous to finally voice a question you had been waiting to ask.
“Hmm?” He hummed, looking over to you with lazy smile.
“Why do you like to take pictures of me so much?” You inquired.
“Why do I- oh my, love, does it make you uncomfortable? Do you not like it?” He questioned, obviously concerned he had bothered you.
“No, it’s not that, it’s just…why?” You asked again, not fully sure what you wanted to say.
“Well, I think that you always look and amazing, a-and I want to document it whenever I can. I’m saving the moments I never want to forget.” He answered.
Written for @scarygoodfanfics Sam Winchester Birthday Challenge, prompt was “Do you know how much I love you?”
Summary: Finding a bit of time in between the BMOL and things with Cas, Mary and Dean surprise Sam on his birthday. It’s nothing big, but the gesture turns into a conversation none of them wanted to have, let alone on Sam’s birthday.
Characters/Relationships: Sam, Dean, Mary
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: I’M SORRY. There’s a few gut-punching lines in here. It’s angsty. But it ends sort of ok? I CAN’T HELP IT, OK? Also, thank you to @impala-dreamer for being an awesome beta, as always!
It was a nice gesture, really. At least it was meant to be. A birthday cake, a few candles, a small present from Mom and Dean. But somewhere along the way, something went wrong. Maybe the idea was flawed all along, the road of planning paved with good intentions. Or maybe it was the cracks in the family relationships that destined the plan to fall apart. Either way, the birthday celebration turned into a painful heart-to-heart that wasn’t planned, nor necessarily desired at that Moment. There was too much going on. There was always too much going on.